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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 4:21:55 GMT -6
”I... woudln’t talk. I couldn’t give my friend up, he was an innocent man; framed for the crime of another soldier. The short snout tried time and again to force me to talk, and I wouldn’t speak. Not even once. I.. they took me to the main square... the short snout asked me one last time where the prisoner was... nothing. I woudlnt’s ay it. Never. A... a spear. A mix btween a glaive and a long spear... they...” the ssashirk seems to have a hard time speaking for a moment, swallowing hard. His eyes dialate in fear. “They cut me down.” The fingers of his hand reach up, and touch the deep deep wound in his face. Now thins are making sense. “Tumai’s sky was so blue, so pure and far... I never... knew until I wa slooking up att it.” He goes silent, shaking a bit. March 7 19.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 4:28:30 GMT -6
”I remember....that there was no panic, no dissent when I was cut down before my fellow Tumai. This was how the general upheld the order and law of the city. The sound went slowly away. Adn its ironic... that I would be killed by the very spears we were taught to fight with. But I upheld the duty of the core. Our job is to protect hte law, the innocent lives. My friend would live as an innocent man, abeit I think Iheard he would be hunted down as I faded away. I remember.... a plane of nothing but gray fog... after that. Just sitting there, my face cold and sticky on one side, it was hard to see. Nothing hurt... but i was alone excapt for the voice. The voice that demanded if I felt complete. If I felt... regret. And I had to dig deep to find it. Because.. “ March 8 20.20 level 60 flare?
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 4:34:01 GMT -6
The chaos elemental filled some of the questions oppping up down to the story as he listened to the charmed ssashirk talk. He seeme to be reaching the climaxof hti story. “I told the bone monster with two tails... that I wasn’t content, that I was innocent as well. That i wanted to live. But there was... a price. A price to come back. I didn’t know what was worth the price of returning home. but I... I made a mistake. A rotten though of hate crossed my mind, so briefly. Of the slender snouted ssashirk general who rued me so. And I heard. Done. When I woke up... I was lying in the desert, half buried. I discovered... I had become the very thing that i despised most; a ssashirk. THat damned bone monstor took what I had left... and now I... am here.” He mutters to himself, pupils doing the light dark thing of dilating and condensing. March 9 1.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 4:41:21 GMT -6
”Damn you to the maw, Shurai.” The snakelike being hissed out loud as he took the mirror away from view of the ssashirk. WHo sank to his knees, shaking like a victim of electuricution. Twitchily. The messenger was the reason this ssashirk walked the earth, wrong in every way imaginable. A patchwork of tainted hollow magic that sewed his human soul to another body, with crap surgical stitches, thus the double shadow for anyone who could see it. Which was nobody but themself. The spell ended then, sending Flare to his hands and knees, retching into the green grass. He looked terrible. Bile dribbling from between his teeth, the drake looked up at the snakelike being, and spat at him. “Eeu. Eeu snakeuh.” “Irony hurts, doesn’t it , ruined soul.” The creature repiles crisply. Flare’s eyes are half focused as he outright glares down the other being who he felt like was ruining his life. One that he NEEDED, by the way. March 10 2.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 4:46:01 GMT -6
”I can fill in the rest of ht gaps by your memor that i ould see. You walked the desert east until you found the lab city. Weak and hungry, exhausted and thirsty and sick, you forced yourself to come away from Tumai. Why run. You would be taken in by the ssashirk they would care for one of their own kin.” Flare shook his head back and forth, looking towards the ground asgains as that made him Nausious again. “Strangers not trusted..... ssashirk not.. trusted.” His stomach roils from the aftereffects of such strong magic and he has to poke his head into the bush nearby. The chaos thing can hear retching again. That wasn’t that strong of a spell even... how very sensitive he is to magical artifacts. And raw elmental magics... that left traces on him when he handled them. “No home left.” He muttered from ther bushes. March 11 3.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 7:44:56 GMT -6
”Not for the walking dead, no.” Loki muttered out loud. Silence rang between the two. “Once you finsihed your story, everything made sense. Your unusually stupid appearance comparted to the rest of the dragonfolk or ssashirk or whatever. Your very high sensitivity to powerful magical artivacts and objects. And your inability to heal.” Heal? Flare hadn’t considered healing anything. He’d pricked his fingers every now and then, but his scar never did heal... no. “Its been what, a year now since you walked out of the desert?” About, yes. An affirmative grunt as he kept his head in the bush. The aftertaste of spicy sausage and mangoes played tag in his throat as his stomach roiled... no no that was bleeeeh now on the ground too. “It makes sense now; the magic that did this is not designed to last.” Lokis words, or the snake’s words rang in his head like a sort of gong. March 12 4r.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 7:54:29 GMT -6
”Does the name Shurai ring a bell at all.” Once the restching sceased briefly, a groan of no came from the bush. Figures. “Shurai is the messanger, a grim reaper as the flatlands call it. He tells mortals that htey will die. Not when, just that they whill.” The rake gives a snort from the bush. Acommplished already. “Not true, you still are here. Your soul did not get called to the afterlife. Somthing... somebody decided to play god further and interrupt a cycle. I see you being attacked by enforcers of the Binder, the mother of dragons. Of course shewould be angered at the sight of seeing one of her own worn like a coat.” What. His stomach is roiling again and Rale coudln’t focus on the words the other was saying. The creature watches the exposed bony wingtips of the ssashirk shivering. He was scared, ill, confused, and angry all at once. An empotional meatball. March 13 5.20
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Post by Renathan on Mar 3, 2020 10:57:06 GMT -6
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 11:54:33 GMT -6
"I...don't understand. A c...coat?" Flare had never met another draconic besides the lofty and opinionated Ivalo, the kitava. But the snake being showed him what could've been a mirror image, with horns forgone for spines, enormous leathery wings as the beast who could've been a blood relative took to the sky, breathing fire and roaring a challenge to anything and anyone to steal their rams. He jerked out of the vision, staring. "That is a lashak. A draconic of the Binder, who looks just like you, with a few differences. It is lucky for Shurai, maybe even fate... that a draconian ssashirk died recently out in the desert of thirst. A year ago, to be precise." The idea that a fire breathing beast could die of thirst in the desert made no sense at all to Flare. Fire breathing didnt even exist... did it? Outside of being here and applied through external processes? I mean, HE couldn't breathe fire. march 14 6.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 12:47:10 GMT -6
Impossible. There were no winged ssashirk... not in the city. Not that he'd ever seen. But not nearly every ssashirk came into the city, nor into the core... "Then whee did I get... attacktuh bee Binder." "Perhaps that dead ssashirk had stronger latent blood of their anscestry. Perhaps 'you' have a latent connection to anscestry." Flare removed his head at last from the bush, his facial scales paler then normal as he sat back on his heels, avoiding impaling his backside with his raptor talon heel claws. He sat in silence for several minutes, putting pieces together. A chuckle comes from the snake being. He wasn't meaning to break the ssashirk who brought both frustration and amusement. The Mother of Dragons he has heard of, but never the Bindeer. Perhaps a name for hte same goddess? There was an old legend he'd heard as a boy. That a dragon and a tumai fell in love at one point in the past, Their children were a tumai, a dragon, and a ssashirk. And the two tribes were born. march 15 7.20
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Post by Renathan on Mar 3, 2020 13:37:10 GMT -6
A lone pinwheel swirls in the wind... Is it for you?
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 15:06:26 GMT -6
The drake sighed openly. He seemed being very calm about this, to the lokiesque creature's view. Leaning up against the tree, the soft sound of ...rain? in his ear. GLancing sideways the snake being saw a faced cloud hovering nearby, frowning a bit as it drizzled nearby to his ear. Clouds with faces, he must be effected by the mansion's magical time rift mess. Certainly a tidy plane shift. Hm. he wondered. The effects of being charmed faded away as the ssashirk knelt in the grass, his toga and his exposed limbs dotted with bile. With each breath he too, it trembled with supressed emotions. He didn't... no. He did know something was always wrong. That whenever he got hurt, it closed, but never fully healed up. Sleep wasn't easy, and he could get by with barely eating anything. Even for how much energy on some days that he expended. march 16 8.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 15:35:34 GMT -6
"There is a way to fix your situation though. To balance the karma you incured when you took a deal with Shurai." The drake looked up and back at the relaxing snake being. "Do you wish to know?" "You would tell me regardless, I believe." the ssashirk replied, sounding rather passive about this. "I want to live. I don't want to fall apart. There are things... creatures... who depend on me. I don't want to make more regrets. and... I want to find my friend again. I sacrificed everything for the justice of the innocent. But... " he went silent. "The true part is that you aren't entirely sure he was innocent, are you." A slight jerk of the drake's posture gave away his thoughts. His darkest thoughts. "You never asked him as you broke him out of prison." "No." "Then you should confront the god that both blessed and cursed you." march 17 9.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 15:46:53 GMT -6
"You cannot confront a god unless you die." At least thats how he seemed to understand it. The lokiesque creature smirked. "That is where you are wrong. There is a place where humanoids can communicate with the gods. A sacred temple, that honors all the gods known of this land. And unknown, come to think of it. But it takes a sacrifice. You can gain great power though. And I can help you there..." The smile with snake fangs chilled the ssashirk's insides, souring his opinion of the annoying creature further. HOwever... this might be his attempt to find out why he was cursed to be the irony of his anger towards the ssa general. Not towards ssa as a whole, there were a few... like Haix and the other one, who appeared on the outside to be decent people. "I can help you gain great power and take hold of the destiny wrenched from your fingers by them." march 18 10.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 16:46:25 GMT -6
"On one condition" the drake hissed as he struggled to stand, finding his staff-cane where it had fallen to the ground when he had as well. "I get to punch you in the face." "Now why would that be a condition? You scaled pansy who hits like a little human girl." The snake creature didn't quite think his words through before finding a staff at his throat and being flat on his back. He didn't SEE the ssashirk move. Or trip him with his tail. "Maybe you do possess some power after all. Not every soul can withstand being sewn into another body..." he murmured, pushing the staff away from his throat wiht a scaled hand. "Take it or leave it." the drake growls at him, brushing at his clothing, trying to dust himself off and regain his dignity. As messed up as he was outside and inside, he wasn't about to be called a pansy who hit like a girl. march 19 11.20
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