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꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚. 01/20/2023 19:26
𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝑊𝑎𝑟, 𝑉𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝐹𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑃𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼𝑙𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑅𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑚
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/20/2023 19:29
Ching Ching Clack Ching Ching Clack. The sound of coins rattled back and forth on their hip. Air pushed in through their nose slowly and with a hefty exhale, pushed out once more. It smelled down here. A frown curled along their lips as they wondered if the air could taste as bad as it smelled. Somehow it seemed to. Sol let their lips tug down as they opened their lips to take a deep breath. In. And-- Sol was distinctly caught off guard by the tickling of dust in their throat as they began to cough, a sneer gracing their face. "ECHHHHHHH" They whined loudly, though the only one to answer was the echo of their own voice. "Gross... Gods they ought to clean these places now and then..." Sol complained on deaf ears. Dungeons weren't exactly the cushiest of places. Outside of the fact that there were quite a few bodies littered here and there, they were rather damp and dark places with the chances of beasts wandering around each and every corner. So far in their travels, Sol had fought several large arachnids the size of a horse as well as a crystalline creature that had killed all but one of their party members. It seemed Sol would be doing this on their own, exactly how Reya had requested they not do. Afterall, no one would say that the Ricority Dungeon was one for the faint of heart. Adventurers had taken the dungeon near 3 times now and yet beasts had always found a way to reinhabit the grounds before the Adventurers could excavate it. What was down in the dungeon at the moment? Well in all honesty, no one knew. For the last 4 months, all who had gone in had died. That was what made compiling a party even harder as no one seemed to want to take a step into the dangers of what was the dungeon. No one liked death. Of course, neither did Sol. Sol especially didn't like death. Every now and then they had nightmares of it. They'd made a mental note after their battle with the Crystalline beast that they should probably try to not die. Yet with the fact that th
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ey were entirely on their own in here, it was seeming more and more evident that it would be hard. Sol sighed and pushed forwards, tugging at their comrade who they were attempting to carry on their shoulder. "Fucking hell, lay off the biscuits next time, Uthal." Sol whined, carrying a large orc with gray skin and white hair. Of course, carrying was probably the wrong word. After all, Uthal was being dragged, only his legs being pulled by the small Will'O'Wisp that was probably only a third of his height. "Should have left him--" Sol whined as he tugged once more before falling to the ground with a huff. When Sol had entered the dungeon they were accompanied by several others. First there was Nessa, a elven archer and beast tamer who brought Aki, a small dragon pup that had done approximately 1 damage. Then there was Arrowyn, a changeling healer who believed no one to know her secret. Sol did, of course, only once she died and apparated into a different form did they realize it though. Lastly was Alea, a half-elven rogue who had a big ego. She had died first. She was just a tad squishy as Sol would call it. They had all gotten warrior's burials. Burned, that is. Sol believed it was the proper way to send them off and from the old relic texts, apparently the Old One's believed so too. The Old One's referred to two types of people: Those who had been alive before the fall, thus previous human kind. Humans still existed. Yet they were different. Their ancestors had seen things and imparted wisdom onto them so that they didn't repeat the mistakes of that their kin had. Ever since, mankind had seldom been the same. The other types of people considered Old One's were the first of each new race. It had been many years since they had roamed and yet it was said that after their aging, they were held in ice tombs to keep their bodies intact. Half alive, half dead, they were said to remain in ice until the day that they were needed once more.
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Sol didn't necessarily believe such things. They were stories that you told little kids. Stories that some people clung to despite the fact that there was a slim chance that they were true. No one had ever found one after all. Sol frowned and leaned back on the cold ground, looking up at the water droplets that were gathering on the stalagmites. They looked like icicles in winter yet formed out of stone, water dripping down them and onto the ground. There was a strange amount of water in the Dungeon, no one had ever mentioned it being a slippery dungeon before yet they had all had a hard time of fighting with their feet slipping upon each step. Sol sighed and shook off the thought, attempting to bandage Uthal's wound using scraps of his shirt that they had torn off. In his left ribcage he had a large open wound. Sol had already used up all of their mana, frowning and wondering whether they should use another potion on them. It seemed dangerous to move further without more than 3 potions left, their morals twisting as they struggled to make a decision. Sweat dribbled down their forehead as they used their last spell to keep them at bay. Sol knew it was dangerous, after all, being alone in a dungeon without any mana to protect yourself was putting yourself into a precarious situation. They needed rest and with no one to keep watch, they were risking everything. A deep breath. Sol closed their eyes and tapped on Uthal, "Keep watch... okay? I don't want to die just yet... and if I do... I'm blaming you."
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@Cecil here we go))
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Raednic BOT 01/20/2023 20:10
Deeper in the dungeon, in a room far below survivable temperatures, stood the figure of a large man, far larger than any human should be. It was male in appearance, wearing rough clothing and manacles around his wrists and ankles. The chains were broken, snapped and hanging off of them, and a large greatsword in his hands. The expression on the figure was one of fear and anger, as if he had been fighting for his life at the moment of him freezing. From inside the ice, the man was beginning to awaken. Having no idea how long he had been out, the only thing he could remember was running from his captors, deep into this ruin in hopes of avoiding being captured again.. Then he encountered something big, much bigger than him, and everything went dark. He felt cold- Very, very cold. Cold enough to where he could not conjure up even a lick of flame. And he couldn't move! That fact alone brought panic to his chest, not that he could feel much of anything. How was he even alive? Was he dead? Was this purgatory? A frozen hell? Any attempts to move were futile for a while, as wherever he was.. He was frozen. Completely frozen. His powers were still muted by the shackles, or else he'd be able to possibly conjure enough heat through his own body to melt the ice (if that's what he was frozen in, that is).. But that was impossible in this current state. So, he did his best to focus and try and move anything. Any movement would possibly help him break free. If he could, that is.. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/20/2023 20:33
Sleep didn't bless them for long. It rarely did. It was hard to sleep peacefully when you were in danger and Reya had taught Sol that sleep was literally for the weak. And no, she didn't mean the other spelling of week either. Sleep was dangerous. Unless you were around those that you entirely trusted, one would have to be on their toes at all times and sleep was a time in which you allowed a vulnerability much too dangerous. Reya hardly slept without a guard, though she always seemed to keep one or two comrades with her. She would have scolded Sol should she know that they let their comrade's die. They may have been paid to take the journey with them and yet that did not make them less of a comrade than any other. They had fought by one another's sides. They now were warriors in mind and heart. Sol jolted up as water dripped on their forehead, their gaze flicking over to Uthal who had seemingly awoken. "Uthal... you're alive." Sol stared in surprise. They had cast cure wounds on them but the spell tended to be weak and well.. Uthal had been gravely wounded to the point that Sol had believed that he would die whether or not Sol attempted to keep him alive. The two had gotten off on a bad start, though that was semi expected from his kind. Uthal was an Orc, furthermore his first comment to the party had been about his hatred of elves. It didn't help that the party included both an elf and an half elf. "Not if you could have helped it." Uthal grumbled frustratingly, his voice weak despite his demeanor. He still had a lot of recovering to do. It was clear he couldn't go deeper into the dungeon even if he wanted to. "Used all of my potions, did ya. Did you steal anything else you little gremlin--" He growled, his voice low and gravely like that of a sandpaper. He seemingly had no manners to him, his cold gray eyes glaring daggers at the young fae who had worked so hard to drag him out of danger's way. "Is that how you say thank you?" Sol sang aloud in a sing son
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gy voice, their brown almost red eyes seemingly glimmering with a hint of amusement. They jumped to their feet and bent over slightly, "I guess I'll just leave you here... you'll be okay, of course. A tough guy like you surely wouldn't need help from someone like me. You'll be alright in no time. Thanks for making sure I didn't die, big fella. And you're welcome, for not letting you die. Next time I won't be so nice." Sol had a childish tone, the way they spoke had a chiding goofiness to it and it seemed like they hardly took much of what Uthal said seriously. With a spin, Sol began to walk deeper into the dungeon, smirking proudly before raising their hand, "I also took all of your gold. Pay for keeping you alive and a tip for carrying your fat ass all the way down here." With that, they traversed deeper and deeper into the dungeon, their katana drawn as they kept on their toes, hoping to notice anything or any sense of danger. Yet... it was surprisingly quiet. Almost too quiet. Sol didn't like silence. It meant something was wrong. Yet the deeper that Sol went into the dungeon, the more silent it seemed to grow. The only sound that Sol could make out was the dripping of water onto cool hard stone. Dripping. Dripping. A small stream lead further into the dungeon, deeper and deeper until Sol found the air growing so cold that they could feel their body beginning to shake. Yet no one seemed to be around, no beasts nor monsters beginning to fight. A cough escaped their lips, loud enough that from inside the room the man stuck in the ice may have heard it. "It has to be down here..." Sol muttered, shivering as they pulled a torch from within their pack and quickly lit it, using it to create whatever semblance of light and warmth that they could. Sol rarely carried such thing for they could see in the dark with ease. They were glad that Reya had insisted they bring all of the basics even if they thought they wouldn't use it.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/20/2023 20:49
As they lit it, the room was basked in a warm orange hue, the flame wavering in Sol's hand as they stepped forward to see a door in front of them. A large wooden door with a circular carving filled with ice in the crevasses. It was so large of a door that Sol wondered if they would even be able to push open the door, leaning their body weight up against it to shove it open. It didn't budge. "God damn it... is it locked?" Sol muttered to themselves, their eyes flickering as they took a deep breath and cast another spell, pushing harder until the door shoved open with so much ease that they fell forward onto their butt. With an oof, they rolled to the ground, wincing and opening their eyes in horror as they released that that they had not fallen into a wall but solid ice. A block of it even. Sol gasped and forced themselves to their feet, staring at the ice coffin in horror. "What the hell--" They muttered, shaking their head as they looked at the man inside. He was a large man, chained at the wrists and ankles. "A prisoner..." Sol furrowed their eyebrows, almost disgusted and sickened at the sight of what they were seeing. "I..." Sol bit their lip and held the fire towards it, watching as it continued to drip. It was evident that the water coming from within the dungeon was from this source, the stream exiting the door and spreading throughout the dungeon. Yet a mere flame would not be enough to burn through such thick ice. No... they would need to cast a spell, and a high level one at that. Sol frowned as they attempted to think, wondering whether or not the person even survived. How long could they have lived within such ice. There were theories that the Old Ones had survived within Ice but Sol always considered that a phony thing. They had to try, after all, they were curious. Some might consider it disrespectful to bother the deceased but this man didn't look like he wanted to be deceased. Sol took a deep breath and cast create bonfire, a large flame swelling
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around the coffin. The room cast in the orange and blue shades of the flames and ice as they battled one another for dominance for an hour while Sol watched from afar. The fire gnawed at the ice, slowly melting it enough that the man inside may have felt the ice weakening, weakening enough that perhaps he could move. It wasn't fast. Sol had no option that was fast. Seemingly the man would have to be patient should he still live and breathe. Taking a seat, Sol wrapped their cloak around themselves and waited, finding that the temperature was bearable with the mild heat that the bonfire was radiating. "Bear with me..." Sol said with a yawn, losing patience around after two hours and beginning to blast fireball's what remained of the ice. It was after 4 blasts that the ice finally cracked, shattering around the man and leaving the trapped man to move should he be able to. @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 01/23/2023 04:40
He could sense movement from down the hall.. The faintest sound of steps on the stone, a cough on the stale, cold air down here.. Whether it was friend or foe, he didn't know. All he knew was that it was just so cold, and that he could not move. Then, the wooden door burst forth and a figure fell forward, torch in hand. They held the torch forward, inspecting his icy prison. Oh, how he wished that he could speak- That he had the power to shout for them to get him out of here. That he was so damn cold, that he barely felt alive. Being one of his kind, this kind of cold was very, very uncomfortable. His inner fire was so dim, so hard to even feel. All because of this damn ice. If he had any heat to him, he'd be able to break the ice as if it were nothing more than soft rock. Unfortunately, the heat of the torch wasn't enough to reignite his fire. However, he could see as a large fire seemed to erupt from underneath the ice. Yes, there was certainly much more heat filling this room- But not enough! The ice was too damn cold, and with each minute that passed, the man's confidence in the spell faded. Whoever this person was, even if they tried to free him, they didn't seem to be strong enough. Whatever had encased him in this ice was a much, much stronger spellcaster- Not that he ever really understood all that magic shit. All he really knew was the chains on his wrists and the sword in his hand, the only things in his life that he could ever really count on. Though.. Did the ice feel.. No, it couldn't be. Slowly, his fingers twitched. When they did, the ice shifted and cracked- Though only slightly. Maybe they were-
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And then an intense blast of fire hit the side of the ice, catching him off guard. After two blasts, the ice had visibly weakened. Though, he couldn't tell if that was just because he could see from inside it, or if that was visible from the outside as well.. After three, it was quite clear that the ice was breaking. And with the fourth? The ice shattered, sending tiny little crystals all over the room, showering both of them in quickly-melting shards, and Raednic fell forward, broken chains scraping against the gorund as he took the first full breath in.. how many years? He didn't know. After a moment of trying to catch his breath, the man stood back up and seemed ready to defend himself at a moment's notice, large greatsword held at the ready. Said sword was easily larger than what most men could wield, with a single-edged blade singed an unnatural shade of black. With narrowed eyes, the man spoke. "..Who..are..you..?" His voice was rough and raspy, clearly not having seen much use as of late. Though, that could just be an accent, as he very obviously had one that made it somewhat difficult to understand him. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/23/2023 12:53
Getting into things that they weren't supposed to. It was probably Sol's best skill. That was why that they knew without a doubt that they just had to a little patience and that with a little effort, they could break into that ice. After all, at the bare minimum, Sol expected a really interesting story would come at it. At the most, perhaps the dude was actually alive. And then that would make an even more interesting story without a doubt. Hopefully he wasn't a bad dude. That wouldn't be good. Of course, Sol would have to deal with it. Would the dude really attack his savior? That would be a total rude dude move in Sol's eyes. While using Create Bonfire didn't take up too energy, using it for 3 hours straight did. Sol leaned up against the wall and sat down, the cooling effect of the wall nice in contrast the heat that was coming off of the hot flames that were licking at the ice ever so steadily. Sol rarely used their magic for a long time and stamina was probably their weakest skill. They were great in a pinch, skilled enough to cast a variety of attack spells and to do some decent damage. But ask them to do that steadily for more than an hour a straight? Sol would falter. And Sol rarely liked to falter. Patience wasn't a thing that Sol often had. It was a miracle that Sol had lasted as long as they had. Reya would be proud. Sol sighed as their patience wore thin, the air down in this cave was fucking with them and they didn't like the idea of being vulnerable should a monster attack on the way out. They wondered if Uthal had gotten out on their own or whether the big lug of a dude was still laying where they left him. There seemed a strong chance that he was just laying there. Sol didn't have much time to ponder the idea. They had been haphazardly shooting eldritch blasts at the ice hen the ice shattered, leaving the man entirely free. And well... on the ground. Sol stared, their reddish eyes focused on the man curiously. For once, Sol was quiet. He w
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atched as the man gasped for air and struggled to get composure of himself, eyes seeming entirely focused on him with a spark of curiosity. In reality, Sol didn't appear as if they were much of a harm. After all, Sol was relatively small. Having the build of about a thirteen to fourteen year old human child and the face of one too, Sol truly looked as if they were nothing more than a curious child. They only stood up to about 4'8 in height and appeared as if they couldn't weigh more than 85 pounds max. They currently wore a maroon shirt that seemed to contrast the singular streak of red in their hair and a dark gray cloak that seemed to be the only thing keeping them warm. As the man seemed to cough his words, Sol's eyes lit up. "YOU CAN TALK!" Their voice sounded just as young as they appeared. They hopped to their feet eagerly and grinned, approaching with absolutely no sense of fear that the man would attack them. "Oh wow oh wow. Gods what are they gonna say when I tell them I found a LIVING ice sculpture!" Sol rambled to themselves, walking all the way up to him before pausing and giving a cheeky grin, "Me?" Sol paused, pointing at themselves before nodding, "Of course... who else would he be talking to. Duh." They muttered under their breath before looking back up at them. "Sol." Sol offered a grin and a knelt down and took a look at the chains on the man's feet.
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After a moment, Sol frowned, "Jeez these are ancient!" Sol looked at them and took a deep breath before casting Knock, the locks easily coming undone and falling to the ground. Sol paused and moved onto the other ankle, wiping a little sweat from their forehead before casting the same spell again on the other shackle and letting it fall to the ground in the same manner. With a huff, Sol stood up and looked at the chains on their wrists before grabbing at one. "Pardon the intrusion" they muttered as they cast the spell once more to take the shackle off of his wrist. While Sol did this, it was evident that they were getting tired, their breaths growing more ragged as they utilized probably too many of their spell slots. They had fought their way entirely through this dungeon after all and they had sustained a sizeable amount of damage based on what could be seen from their clothing. The most notable was a sizeable gash on their size, still wet with blood. It looked like Sol had attempted to burn it at some point to cauterize it but hadn't done all that well. "Last one." Sol muttered before leaning over to the other side and unlocking the last of the shackles. With a deep breath, Sol took a step away, smiling weakly and wiping away their sweat. It felt strange to sweat in such a cold place but the toll that using magic for so long seemingly had an effect on the young Fey's body. Sol smiled and offered a hand, "Nice to meet you, big man. But we should probably leave the small talk until we're out of the dungeon... don't think we're out of the thick of it yet." @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 01/23/2023 13:29
At the person's sudden loud tone, the man very visibly flinched and backed off, retreating several steps back with his sword held at the ready. Loud voices meant people were angry. Angry people meant violence. It didn't matted that they were tiny compared to his nearly 7 foot frame, loud voices were dangerous. When they very quickly started to approach, he backed up another few steps, starting to look like he was cowering in fear, which was probably not something they saw very often. Especially from someone of this size. They said something that was probably their name, and he blinked a few times, still waiting for the searing pain of a blade to cut into his arms. Instead, they had knelt and did.. something.. and one of the manacles fell free. Then the other. Confused, Raednic lowered one of his arms to look down at the.. person? Boy? Girl? He.. really couldn't tell. They weren't all that large, so they probably weren't a man, but they also didn't look all that much like a woman, at least the kinds he saw before.. Did people just turn into these not-man-not-woman things when he was frozen? His rambling thoughts were interrupted by them grabbing his wrist and unlocking the shackle there. Once the final one had fallen, he looked down at the hand they were offering with great hesitation. It wasn't uncommon for someone to fake a rescue, only to get those who followed in greater trouble.. "..Where..am..I..?" @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/23/2023 13:50
It took a moment before Sol paused and recognized that the man was seemingly afraid of them. They paused. Their gaze lifted from the shackles that they were working on and pondered for approximately one moment. Was he truly afraid of them? No one ever was afraid of them. Even though the Wandering Wings as a group intimidated most, Sol was the youngest and most bare faced member. The other members constantly teased the young fey that they had brought in. After all, the Wandering Wings had raised Sol since childhood and their name had been Rumi. Sol was beyond glad that Reya had renamed them rather quickly. Rumi. Ech. While it was entirely wrong, Sol seemed minorly pleased at the temporary fear. Temporary. They were sure that this fear was only temporary. It wasn't even necessarily fear of them but probably fear of the situation and Sol was entirely aware of that. Of course, they were going to bask in the face that someone feared them for a few moments but they also were well aware of the truth of the situation. Standing up and stepping several steps back to give the man some sort of space, Sol paused and looked at the man for a moment. He was... and objectively speaking... rather attractive. Sol couldn't figure his race based solely off of appearance but they were well aware that if they returned with them, several of the females in the Wings would find a way to fawn over the man. Hearing them speak, Sol paused and looked at them, "Oh... good question." Stretching their arms above their head lackadaisically, Sol let their head tilt until a cracking noise could be heard. "This here... is the Ricority Dungeon." They paused and motioned to the absolute beauty that the dungeon wasn't. "Dungeons are kind of dangerous... which is why I suggest that we make like chefs and get on outta here." Sol explained, motioning towards the door as they certainly didn't want to see what other strange creatures they would find if they remained in the dungeon for any longer. The
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re was plenty of danger lurking down here and for some reason, Sol had a fear that someone or something wouldn't be happy that their prisoner had been set free. "Come on--" @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 01/23/2023 14:26
He didn't seem to relax all that much as Sol backed up, but that could very easily be contributed to him not knowing exactly where he was or if he was safe. Dungeons were dangerous? That wasn't surprising.. dark, decrepit halls, frozen rooms and dangerous monsters? Yeah, that didn't sound all that fun. Glancing around the room for a few seconds, he took a few steps forward. He really didn't know if he could trust this.. person. But taking a chance on this person was better than getting killed by anything sitting down here. As the two of them walked, Raednic's hand was still holding tight on the handle of his sword, eyes constantly moving as he walked several of his own paces behind. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/23/2023 14:41
Dungeons. Perhaps they weren't really a thing when Raednic was alive. After all, those were still the early years when humans still cowered in fear of the creatures that had began to dominated the world. The first was the elves. They didn't torment the human race as much as others, yet when the first Orc Bakh was discovered, the humans became well aware their peace wasn't long lasted. Bakh quickly took reign over the west coast and the Orcish people had found a dominance in the power that they could exert over others. Raednic would know plenty about that. In reality, Raednic might have been the first dragon born, of course, Sol didn't know that. Sol paused and looked over their shoulder at the man. "You don't have to worry so much." They noted, pulling out their own weapon and starting to walk. Their katana was special. They had named it venomsong and it had been created out of the body parts they had taken off of a Large Stalker Orundum Spider. When they used it, the venom would seep into any wound caused and poison any wounded. They were rather proud of it, though they often acted more as a spell caster than perhaps a front liner. "I might not look it, but I'm pretty strong." Sol grinned as they walked out of the room and began to lead Raednic through the dungeon. It still seemed eerily quiet. The kind of quiet that put Sol on edge. They pushed away any worries and continued to walk. After all, this dude seemed well anxious enough. He didn't need any of Sol's anxieties to add to their worries. "What's your name?" They asked as they walked, gaze flickering as they kept on their toes for anything that might approach. Yet nothing seemed to be approaching. After several moments of walking, Sol paused and knelt down to inspect a glowing ore in the ground. They had gathered plenty of ores on their journey but they couldn't tell whether any of them would be what it would take to heal the Chrysalis that ailed the Sylphs. Sol took a deep breath and began to inspect
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it for several moments before tossing it into their bag and continuing to walk without saying a singular word to their new companion. @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 01/23/2023 15:12
He tensed when Sol started talking again, eyeing the blade in their hand for several moments before returning back to constantly looking over his shoulder or around. Telling him to not worry so much didn't do much to calm him. He.. did not think they looked strong. They were small, thin and light-looking. That kind of person wouldn't be much of a challenge when it came to fighting. Though, they carried themselves with confidence. So he'd just have to trust them for now, at least until he had his bearings. His name? It was.. "..R..Raednic." When he noticed that Sol had stopped, he stopped as well and backed up a bit to keep his distance. He couldn't see what they were looking at, but he held his sword at the ready in case something happened, but then they put something in their bag and started moving again, and he started following after a few moments. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/23/2023 15:31
"Raednic..." Sol hummed softly and looked back at them, letting their guard down for a moment. "Never met anyone named that... where are you from?" The questioned as they walked. Curiosity was Sol's best friend. Melle always said that curiosity would kill them one day but Sol disagreed. Curiosity might have killed the cat but Sol certainly wasn't a cat. Or at least they certainly wouldn't like it if anyone likened them to one. "If you remember, that is." After all, Sol well understood that the man could have been in the ice for much longer than one would guess. Old ones. Sol still wanted to believe that they didn't exist. Everything within their lives insisted that the old ones didn't exist and they were simply a myth. A legend that people used to make themselves feel better. The kind of legend that would keep them saying things like So long as an old one isn't here, the world isn't coming to an end. Sol had heard Uthal say similar things. Orcs particularly seemed to believe in the old ones. Little did Sol know that was because it was their race who had created several old ones. "If you didn't catch it earlier, I'm Sol. The one who saved you!" A goofy laugh escaped the child as they walked, their eyes fiery. "What're you so afraid of?" Sol questioned as they continued to walk. It was interesting. Sol had never seen a big dude as afraid as this. What kind of things had the man gone through to make a doberman think it was a chihuahua? He paused and turned, walking backwards as to show that they weren't all that scared. Of course... that was a bad decision. For several moments into Sol walking backwards, a large spider began to lower itself from the ceiling, fangs ready to attack as it slowly lowered towards the young unaware fey. Sol didn't seem the most perceptive at the moment, too focused on attempting to ease the worries of their new friend. @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 01/23/2023 17:41
He didn't know that much about where he came from. The only things he remembered were.. "Mountains. Sharp, jagged mountains." Among other things that he didn't particularly want to voice. Of course, the fact there was more to it was evident by his grim expression. Raednic continued to walk silently otherwise, rubbing the broken skin where the manacles were before every now and then. Due to the sheer amount of scarring there, it was clear that they had been there for a long time, and had been on for way, way too long. As for what he was afraid of.. Letting out a quiet sigh, he shook his head. It wasn't something he wanted to talk about, especially not with someone he didn't know all that well. There were too many dark memories tied to that answer. When he looked over and saw the spider lowering itself from the ceiling, Raednic rushed forward and shoved them out of the way, his sword catching its fangs as it caught on the blunt end of the blade. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/23/2023 18:11
"Mountains huh..." Sol wondered aloud, pondering what kind of mountains were near the area that they were located. Perhaps he meant the Rocky Mountains. They were the nearest mountains to the Ricority Dungeon though even then they were quite a ways off. Of course, there were plenty of other mountain ranges but that seemed like the biggest that also matched his description. Sharp. Jagged. Large mountains. Sol paused and shrugged it off, unsure of the quality of the man's memory. Sol had traveled a lot of what once was called the states. In the old times it had been considered one of the greatest nations of upheaval. It fell faster than any other nations though according to those who studied it. Their people easily fought one another off until the nation was nothing more than sheer war zone. Wars used to be common in those days. They were significantly less common now a days and yet Sol knew there were still those who fought. As Raednic shoved Sol out of the way, they easily went flying, tumbling onto the ground and gasping out. "What the--" Sol's eyes widened as they stood up, steadying their blade before casting an Eldritch blast at the creature, his eyes widening as it hit and the creature reeled back in pain. In an attempt to escape from Raednic's, the spider sent it's front leg towards him to scratch him screeching angrily. This was a full on battle now and Sol knew they wouldn't get much of a chance to do it. "Get back!" Sol warned Raednic. Sol had fought plenty of spiders at this point but that didn't mean that they were an easy enemy to beat. Spiders were quite possibly one of the more annoying beasts in Sol's opinion. They were fiesty creatures that tended to send chills up manys spines. No one liked them in the slightest. Furthermore, they often held a poison that would leave any who had crossed their path prone. Sol would rush forward as the beast attacked and swung their katana at them, unsure of whether the poison would have any effect on such a be
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ast but knowing it was worth a shot in the least. @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 01/23/2023 19:12
As he stared up at the spider, staring it in its eyes, he could feel something welling up in him that he hadn't felt for a long, long time. Slowly, from inside of his sleeves, dark red scales began to creep out. They swiftly covered his skin, leaving only his head exposed (at least what was currently visible), his hands growing sharp claws at the ends of his fingers. Shoving the spider off of him, the man's sword quickly erupted into a blazing red flame. Had his scales not come out at just that time, the spider's leg would have likely pierced his arm. Letting out a deep growl, Raednic bared his teeth, revealing that they were now considerably larger and sharper, and his eyes had transitioned into a deep, reptilian red to match the scales now covering his body. Now, with his sword burning hotter than the bonfire that had freed him, the dragonborn swung it in a wide, overhead arc to bring it down on the spider's head. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/23/2023 21:15
Announcement: Sol had found a badass. Sol stared wide eyed as the man he had saved from the ice began to grow dark red scales along his skin, leaving the man's skin armored in the beautiful and strong scales. He had found a dragon born? Even nowadays it was considered rare to run into a dragonborn and even more rare to fight alongside one. Sol watched in surprise as the man's swords erupted into a beautiful crimson flame as the spider was thrown backwards. Note to self: DO NOT PISS RAEDNIC OFF. This was a note that Sol certainly would have to remember as they happened to have the ability to piss most anyone off. They were quite skilled at it at this point. They decided they would avoid pissing this one off. He was mad strong. And the spider seemed to be regretting it's decision as well. As the fire borne blade began to swing down towards the spider's head, the creature reared back to escape, though it seemed to no avail. Quickly, Raednic's blade cut right through the creature's head until the creature was promptly deceased. Sol stared in surprise. This dude was freaking strong. "Jesus christ Raednic. Why didn't you tell me that you were incredible?" Sol exclaimed as they walked to the creature and knelt down, starting to take apart the body for anything useful like poisons or parts of the body that could be used for spell making. "Thanks for saving me." They offered a kind smile and looked back down to the creature. "One of my family members is ill... I'm not sure what will help them.. so I'm taking everything. Is that okay?" Sol questioned, reddish eyes lifting to the dragonborn man and companion. @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 01/23/2023 21:31
As the spider's corpse fell to the ground, there was still a burning fury in Raednic's eyes as he stepped away from the fey. Then, he closed his eyes and let out heaving growls, very obviously attempting to quell his rage to avoid hurting anything else. With every breath, his transformation slowly reverted and the flames around his sword got dimmer and weaker. A minute later, and the only evidence of the transformation was fresh scorch marks on the blade of his sword and the very obviously charred spider corpse nearby. Once he was calmed down and didn't feel like absolutely destroying everything that moved around him, Raednic hung the sword from the leather loop on his back (making it still a very dangerous thing if he turned too fast), and looked back at Sol as they went about harvesting the spider. When they asked if he minded them taking everything, he shook his head simply. Spider parts did him no good, as he had no idea where he even was or what use they'd have. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/23/2023 22:29
Danger. Sol put themselves into dangerous situations on a daily basis. Perhaps that was why the small fey didn't seem at all phased as they approached the man, ignoring that he was still very much in a rage. Sol had fought plenty of times alongside barbarians, though it was notably rather hard to predict them as their rages rose and swelled like that of storms. Perhaps that was why Sol didn't necessarily worry about getting close to him while he calmed down, their gaze focused on the spider. While they were harvesting, it was rather clear they weren't necessarily harvesting the creature well. They were doing it haphazardly, humming as they cut different parts of the creature out and ignored others, their gaze focused on what they assumed was helpful. They paused and looked up at Raednic, frowning ever so slightly as the man ignored anything else they had said. "You don't talk much... huh." Sol paused and stood up, casting prestidigitation on their hands to clean themselves up before looking back at Raednic. "Guess we'll keep on our way then..." Sol frowned, finding their new companion to be not so companion like. Sol had assumed if they were to find someone that they would instantly get along. Unfortunately, things weren't exactly proving that easy and the child seemed upset about it. Sighing, they continued to walk ahead of their new dragon friend, having grown rather quiet. @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 01/24/2023 20:56
One of the major things that contributed to his overall silence was the fact that he still wasn't sure how much he could trust the little person with him. Yeah, they were energetic and they had freed him from his icy prison. But that didn't change the fact that he didn't know them for more than a handful of minutes. Raednic wasn't quick to trust people he didn't know, since trusting brought trouble usually. When Sol started walking again, Raednic followed behind them. In all reality, he wasn't much of a conversationalist because talking with the fellow slaves was very frowned upon where he came from. Making friends with other slaves was seen as a threat to his masters, as slaves who were close were much more likely to stick their neck out for each other. Those who were seen getting too chummy were either punished severely or manipulated to turn them against their supposed friends. After all, a few fights between slaves was much more ideal than a full slave revolt. After a long while of walking, he spoke up again. "..Where are we going?" @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/25/2023 12:56
Where are we going? The pair had been walking for a while now, their steps slowing as they continued to make their way through the windy depths of the dungeon. Sol knew where they were going, or at least they believed they did. Yet what was catching their attention was the fact that nothing else had attacked them. The Ricority Dungeon was well known for it's abundance of beasts and creatures and the last adventurers to go in never came out. Sol had assumed they would face more of a struggle that they had come by at the moment. Yet their travel back had been relatively quiet. Sol let out a shaky breath and turned to their travelling partner, "Out of the dungeon... then into Ricority... the closest town." They sighed, their skin having paled considerably since being down in the dungeons. Wiping sweat from their brow, Sol continued on, "We should be close to the exit..." Sol muttered, ignoring the headache that was beginning to pound in their head. The wound in their side had somehow resumed bleeding, their shirt now soaked though it was unseen by Raednic who continued to walk behind them. "I need to get this healed..." Sol muttered, knowing they had no energy to heal it any better themselves. There was a poison in the wound that was beginning to seep into their bloodstream, making it hard to walk straight as they continued to push forwards. It only took about 10 minutes to get to the entrance of the dungeon, light shining in and revealing that it was almost evening. Outside the dungeon sat Uthal, the same tall Orc that Sol had been travelling with and fighting with. He groaned in pain as the healer rolled her eyes at him, "Quit your groaning. You should be alright now..." The healer sighed. The healer was a Sylph with pale blue wings, her wings looking almost as fragile as a thin sheet of ice. She sighed tiredly and looked over to the man, "You said Sol was still in there?" She asked, eyes deadly serious. "Left me behind. Probably dead...Serves the kid righ
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t." Uthal coughed, seemingly nursing his wound for all it could get him. He paused and looked over to the band of mismashed Fey and raised an eyebrow. "He one of yours?" The Orc questioned rudely, stretching back ever so slightly despite his apparently wounded body. "They are." A curly haired fey walked out, her dark hair crashing down her back in a tumble of waves. Her name was Reya and she was Sol's adoptive mother. Probably the last person Sol wanted to see at the moment. After all, this was Sol's adventure and they didn't want Reya thinking they couldn't do it. "They're my kid. And... by the way, they left you behind because you're nothing more than a pansy. Would have wilted should you have gone any deeper. I'm sure they're alive. I can feel it." Sol paused mid-step, coughing as they felt their wound continue to fester. They could see the light of the dungeon entrance and yet they couldn't seem to will their steps any further. "Fuck.." They muttered, forcing their leg forward only to stumble, grabbing at the wall for balance. "Sorry Raednic..." Sol frowned tiredly, seemingly having lost the energy that they had earlier. "I think I might have to...wait for a moment. I'm a little dizzy." They admitted, their hand clinging to the wall for support. They hadn't felt it earlier but the poison was really getting to them, having had more of an effect that Sol would have foreseen. Perhaps they should have saved some energy or potions yet alas they had not. @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 01/25/2023 13:58
He wasn't the brightest person out there, but he could tell the signs of a dying person. There were many people that he had watched slowly die of disease, starvation, or their own wounds cause by their masters. It had become a simple fact of life back then. Somehow, however, this was different. The way they moved, clutched at their side, coughed, this wasn't like those experiences at all. This one.. This one might be able to be avoided. Slowly, Raednic walked over to Sol and carefully just.. lifted them off their feet and started to carry them to the exit wordlessly, a determined expression on his face. Too many times, he watched people around him die. Now that he had a second chance at life, maybe this time would be different. Making it to the entrance of the dungeon was quite simple to him, and he had to shield his eyes as they adjusted even to just the evening sky. He could hear voices nearby, maybe they could help Sol. It didn't take long to trudge over to where the others were, but as soon as Raednic noticed Uthal, Sol could feel his body tense up. An orc. Someone who had spent years upon years beating and enslaving everyone he knew. Sol could feel how much Raednic was seething, trying to suppress the pure hatred that was welling up in him. This wasn't about him, he tried to tell himself, the young, small person needed to be treated or they would die. The orc had to have had something to do with it. It's obviously his fault. Another voice, this one much more hateful, suggested the orc was guilty. After several moments of staring Uthal down, Raednic, calmly yet in very rigid motions, set Sol down on the ground. Then, as scales began to creep out from underneath his sleeves, he lunged forward to strike the orc, covering the distance between them in several long bounds. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/25/2023 14:16
Sol had set off on this journey without their mother's approval. Perhaps that had been because they were entirely tired of being smothered by her. While to the Wandering Wings, Reya was a fearless leader who continued to propel them forwards into new regions to find new experiences, to Sol, Reya was simply a mom. The wandering wings was used to taking in strays. After all, it wasn't rare for fey to never even find the Feywild, or the Plane of Faerie. It was said that the old ones still lived within the Feywild and yet most Fey now could never even so much as gain access to it. It was Reya's goal to create a band of fey that would protect one another during their transition periods and escort those who wished to the parallel realm for safety. It was nearly 14 years since they had found Sol in what was once called New York City. A large city now predominantly run by elvish and dwarven people. Known for it's bustling energy and abundance of artisans, the city was a well known city of dreamers. That was what had brought Sol's parents there. Yet Sol knew not what took them. For when the child had awoken they had been gone. The unaware child travelled the streets for days trying to find their parents, crying out to any wandering soul who was willing to listen to them. That was when they were first introduced to Reya. Reya and the Wandering Wings had been travelling the city in hopes of finding a rare item when they stumbled on the young abandoned child. From that day on, Sol was one of their own. Giving them their own name and teaching them to use their powers, Reya raised Sol to be a wonderful bard and warlock with powers that were still blossoming. Yet now that Sol was a teenager, they wanted nothing more than to be trusted as an equal, to be trusted to fight and go on adventures without her worrying. This was not going to ease her worries. As Raednic lifted Sol into their arms, Sol winced, pushing away ever so slightly. "Raednic-- put me down--" They protested in
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his arms, not seeming to have much strength at all. Though it seemed evident that they weren't necessarily physically strong even when healthy. Sol frowned as light swelled into their eyes, and the voice of their mother seemed to hang on the air. "Sol!" She called out, running over to Raednic in surprise, "I told you that you weren't ready! Why are you being carried for fucks sake child..." She scolded them, though she stopped as she realized that the man carrying her child was seemingly on edge. Sol paused and looked at Reya with a weak smile, "I'm fine, just a flesh wound." They chuckled, coughing a bit before noticing the way that Raednic's body had tensed. "Are you okay--" They asked softly, their reddish eyes lifting to Raednic with concern. There was no answer. Sol well knew that something was wrong. "Reya--" Sol warned, though Reya was already aware. As the dragonborn placed them down and quickly lunged to attack the orc, Reya cast Hold Person in attempt to hold them back. "Relax big fella!" She warned, walking over, "I appreciate you helping my kid out but... we don't want any fights here." She noted cooly, her gaze turning towards Uthal. "What'd you do to him?" Uthal stood to their feet in surprise, having been a little to distracted to even properly be ready for a fight. "I don't know him! The hell is he tryna start a fight for?" He grabbed his weapon, a large broadsword that fit his size well. "What the hell kind of problem you have with me, eh?" @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 01/25/2023 14:27
As the spell took hold, the dragonborn's entire body locked up, stopping him from landing the first strike. That didn't stop him from visibly seething, bright red eyes staring Uthal down in a murderous rage. Unfortunately, because of the spell, Raednic could not answer any of their questions, not that he was in a state of mind to anyway. All he knew was that there was an orc in front of him, and that he wanted to kill it. Now that he was armed, Raednic saw it even more as a challenge, and struggled to resist the spell holding him down. Unfortunately, even with the effort going into it, his body refused to move. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/25/2023 15:46
Reya took a deep breath and walked over to Raednic, stopping right in between him and the large Orc who was now hoisting his weapon to prepare for a potential battle. "Are you done?" She asked, catching the murderous rage in his eyes. Just like Sol, Reya seemed to be entirely unafraid of getting hurt. She was bold and charismatic and seemed entirely focused on getting the outcome that she wanted which in this situation was the two of them not to fight. She frowned and turned towards Uthal, "And you! PUT that weapon down you vile oaf!" She cursed ruthlessly, her eyes staring daggers at the orc. "What if I have to protect myself?!" Sol frowned and sat up, forcing themself off of the ground before walking over. Their body was dizzy. They were well of the state they were in and well aware that they should probably stop moving. That didn't matter at the moment though, after all, they had always been the type of person that would rather push through things. "Uthal... I think you should leave." They warned with a focused gaze. They coughed and their body shuddered, Reya catching them and supporting them as they nearly collapsed again. "I'm okay..." Sol muttered, "Poison from one of the spiders... I assume." They noted calmly, seeming unworried of dying. Someone would heal them before it got that far. "He's--" Sol's voice caught off as if stuck on something, "An old one...." Reya's eyes widened in surprise, "An old one-- You can't be serious Sol--" She exclaimed in denial. Yet she well knew that Sol wouldn't lie about such a thing. This was the child who had never once believed in a God above nor any legendary figures. When she had tried to convince the child that Kris Kringle still existed, Sol had merely laughed at her and explained the reasons why that was false. She knew well that this was serious. "Was stuck in ice..." Sol shuddered, their eyes falling closed as they fell deeper into Reya's arms. "Can you heal me now?" They whimpered tiredly, this receiving a
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smile from Reya who happily caught the child. She sighed and let the concentration spell end only once she had carried Sol out of the way. If Raednic were still to fight, she wouldn't stop it. After all, Uthal had been given a warning to run. If he didn't, that was his fault. @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 01/25/2023 16:24
When Reya looked into his eyes, she could see there was more than rage there. There was pain there as well. Whatever had caused him to become so angry was directly related to something that had happened to him in the past. And whether or not Uthal had directly done something to him, he still wanted to hurt him because of it. Just seeing the orc had triggered some major response. The fact that he refused to lower his weapon just showed to Raednic that he was willing to fight, and willing to hurt him. And he'd hurt anyone else who got in his way. When Sol explained that Raednic was an 'old one', that's when the dragonborn assumed that he had been in the ice for a long, long time. Maybe hundreds of years. Which meant that this orc hadn't played a part in what happened when he was enslaved. That doesn't matter. Orcs are all the same. Murdering, enslaving monsters. He needs to pay for what they've all done The voice continued to scream inside him, urging him forward into trying to kill the orc. As soon as his body could move, with very little hesitation, a cone of flame erupted from Raednic's face, centered directly on Uthal and burning with the fury of years upon years of pain and suffering. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/25/2023 16:35
Sol winced as Reya brought them over to the ground, laying them down on the ground. Reya sighed and looked at him, "You know... you won't always have me here to heal you. What happened to your cleric?" She asked cooly, her gaze locked forward as she began to cure their wounds, tearing up their shirt to look at the open flesh wound. "Yikes Sol! Did you burn this--" She scolded the child, flicking their forehead. "It was the only option... Arrowyn died. Well... if that was her name." Sol muttered, "I had to!" They cried out as Reya roughly put her finger into the wound, their cry resounding rather loud as she refused to treat them gently. It seemed like some sort of tough love was in store for Sol. "Never do this again. You idiot... you did more damage than good!" Reya warned the child angrily, her eyes focused on the festering wound. She took a deep breath and began to cast cure wounds on them, whispering the spell on them as they winced in pain. One spell didn't do, the wound just slowly beginning to lose it's infection and poison. One more. She sighed, her gaze flicking over at the Orc and Dragonborn who had began to fight. Well... that is if a fight was entirely one sided. She was sure the dragonborn would be able to pound down on Uthal in a matter of minutes. It was not her problem. Or at least that was what she told herself. Sol sighed, "Are you going to let him kill him?" They questioned, watching how Raednic's face began to erupt with a cone of flame. "He's strong..." Sol noted, "Saved my ass and one shot a giant spider." They frowned, watching as the cone of flames hit directly into Uthal who cried out in pain, falling down to the ground. "Uthal was injured pretty badly... don't think he'll pose much of a fight right now..." As Sol had noted, Uthal didn't pose much of a fight. He was weakened after all. Quite so. And while he had been trying to act more hurt for the attention of the lovely Sylph, he was still indeed injured. He cried out in pain and a
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ttempted to scramble away. "Hey! Look dude! I don't know who hurt you but leave me the fuck alone--" He cried out, attempting to escape the Old one. @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 01/25/2023 18:25
It was clear that Raednic had no intention of letting up. He was in an unrelenting rage, letting his fury control every one of his actions. However, despite himself, he never drew his sword. If Uthal would die, it would be with his own clawed hands, not by the bite of a sword. Moving quickly, he brought his fists down on the fallen Orc, letting out monstrous growls as he did so. Maybe he'd regret this later. Maybe people would look at him as a monster. Orcs are the true monsters. Someone, somewhere, would appreciate what you're doing. You certainly do. Each blow on the Orc was made even worse by the fact that it was rough scales instead of skin. Being fresh scales, they were very sharp, causing more than just bruising. It also shredded the orc's skin and cut into their flesh. It became very clear that he wasn't going to stop until the Orc was dead, or someone else stopped him. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/25/2023 18:43
Sol sighed and pushed past his mother, standing up and walking over as the dragonborn continued to rag on the now bloodied Orc. Uthal looked like a ragdoll in comparison to the mand, weak on the ground as he continued to be pounded into. "I think that's enough. Don't you?" Sol said softly, their voice emanating some sort of silent anger. It was strange, many fey were known to be rather chaotic. Sol even partially would consider themselves to fall into line on those tropes. After all, they hated being considered anything near predictable. Yet... Sol didn't like watching this. Sol frowned and looked towards their mother, knowing that while she wouldn't protect Uthal, she would protect them. After all, Reya was a wild mama bear and she had always gone to town on anyone who dared to hurt Sol. She was quite protective over them and had been since the day she had adopted them. A deep sigh pushed in through their lungs as they shoved themselves between the two, taking at least on punch before hearing Reya gasping and casting command. Her voice rung through the air, "Relax." It was a simple command and yet it should do what she intended rather well, hoping to calm the Old one so he didn't kill either Uthal or her child. After all, while she didn't care about Uthal, Sol seemed to at least think he didn't deserve death for something he hadn't done. @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 01/25/2023 19:17
He did not seem to listen to Sol as they approached and tried to get him to stop with words alone. That voice in his head just continuing to push him forward into trying to kill the innocent Orc. He only hesitated for a moment when they pushed inbetween them and took a few of the punches themselves, looking ready to growl something out as the magic took root in him again. Slowly, the claws and the scales receded, and his eyes returned to normal. Lowering his fist, Raednic stood up slowly, letting out a sharp sigh. Despite the magic forcing him to be calm, he knew that the moment it wore off, if the orc was still in his sight, then it'd just be the same result. So, he forced his gaze away from Sol and the orc they were defending, forcing him to walk several paces away. Glancing over his shoulder, particularly at the mage who kept fucking with his mind, he spoke in a low tone. "The little one wants to save the orc's life. Get him out of here." Then, he forced himself to walk further away from the camp before sitting down beside one of the trees, closing his eyes as he took several deep breaths. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/25/2023 19:29
The punches were harder than they expected. They knew the man had a physical prowess that wasn't to be scoffed at. They had seen him fight against the spider with ease after all. Of course, that must have been all of the old ones were. In legend they were told of being incredibly powerful and of the first ones. The first ones had all been more powerful, honing more magic and powers than the current races. Sol gasped as each punch connected into their skin, the rough scales cutting into their soft skin. Their body wasn't as strong as the Orc's either, bruising rather quickly. "Fuck..." Sol muttered, their head feeling rather dizzy from the punches. They were sure Reya would yell at them for bringing harm to themselves when they weren't even to their full strength. "You sure are strong..." Sol muttered, falling back to lay down though they wanted to believe they could stand if they wanted. Their nose was probably broken. They could figure that much out simply from the way it hurt. Reya sighed and walked over, "Gladly." She noted, rushing to Uthal's side and beginning to heal him with a frown on her face. She wasn't one to take orders from anyone but she had a feeling if the man saw the Orc for a second time, he wouldn't hesitate to kill him. She cast enough healing on him to bring him back to his feet before sending the orc on his way. He left without question, claiming that Raednic must've been entirely insane to do such a thing. It was several moments before Sol approached the man once more, the remnants of blood on their cheek though it was clear that they had mostly been healed so that it didn't hurt too badly. They had plenty of healers in the Wings after all. Many of them were acclimated with magic after all. Sol sighed and took a seat beside Raednic. "What was that about...?" They questioned, "Was it an orc who did that to you?" They asked, their gaze focused forward as they spoke in a rather straightforward way. @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 01/25/2023 19:54
After several seconds of silence, lost in his own thoughts and memories, Raednic answered the question. "..I spent many, many years in chains under orcs. I watched them capture and kill too many people. Many of us were worked to death." His voice was quiet, subdued. "When I saw that orc.. Something snapped in me. It was almost like I could hear the voices of those who had died by orcish hands urging me on to kill him. To make him pay for what happened all that time ago." it certainly didn't help that he had no idea how long it had been. All he could remember was the escape that night.. But he didn't go into that. It was still a painful memory for him, too painful to put into words right now. His eyes remained closed as he spoke, him not trusting what opening his eyes would bring. "You called me an 'Old One'. What does that mean?" @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/25/2023 20:05
A soft sigh escaped through Sol's lips. They couldn't imagine it. Many assumed that human kind was the only one who could torture one another and yet that was not true. Sol knew well that Orcs were known for their rough history with other races. To this day, Dragon Borns were claimed to hate the Orcish people. Yet Sol hadn't truly known the history that had caused much of that. Their gaze softened, gaze held down to their hands as they struggled to respond. "I'm... sorry." They couldn't even imagine what forms of torture the man had gone through. "When I was a child... a few elven children used to tease me. They wanted to see how hot I could get. They tied me up and lit a flame beneath me." Sol explained quietly, their gaze lifting to the sky. "I'm Will'O'Wisp so... my body can tolerate heat pretty well... but that doesn't mean you can just try to burn me alive." Sol chuckled softly, "It took me a long time to get over that... so... I guess I can understand why you'd want to kill him." Sol noted, their gaze shifting. "But killing him won't make you feel any better... not really at least." Sol fell back to lay in the grass, their gaze lost on the sky. "I don't know if you're actually one... just seems like you might." Sol shrugged, enjoying the breeze that brushed across their skin. "The old ones lived over a century ago... maybe longer. They were the first race after the great apocalypse. It was said that the strongest of the old ones were put into tombs of ice... and that they would escape from their ice tombs when the world needed them. Orcs consider them Gods of sort... I guess... I think that's why he wouldn't attack you back once... Once I said it." They noted softly, their eyes falling closed. "I don't particularly believe in em but... you did come out of ice... and you well you're just different." @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 01/25/2023 22:42
What they had described.. It wasn't entirely the same, but he could see the point they were trying to make. People were cruel when they realized you were different. That cruelty came in many forms. For them, it was teasing. For him, it was enslavement. Deep down, he wasn't sure if it was his rage that made him so furious at the Orcs. Perhaps he carried a piece of the fury of all those who suffered at the hands of their captors, and that fury boiled to the surface when he had seen that Orc. Slowly, he nodded. Just because he killed the orc did not mean that anger or pain would fade, especially if it wasn't his own. After mulling it over for a while, he sighed. "..Why are the 'Old Ones' considered gods by the Orcs? What's so special about them?" He didn't really understand what would make him that special. He was just.. another dragonborn. Someone with powers, yes, but otherwise completely and utterly ordinary. At least in his opinion. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/26/2023 13:53
Teasing. Sol wished it had only been teasing. After all, if it had only been teasing their body wouldn't still bear the scars that they had caused. Sometimes Sol wondered if those children had grown up to realize the pain they had cast onto another. Had it made them sick to their stomachs to see the power they had? Had it twisted them with guilt until they repented? Had they remained evil? Sol hoped not. After all, Sol liked to have a semblance of a trust in the humanity of those around them. Even if it had burned them, they wanted to trust that there were good souls out there. You just had to look for them. Sol paused and took a deep breath, their gaze lost on the sky still. They shrugged ever so slightly. "I'm not quite sure. They believe that should the world end... the Old Ones will save them." They explained softly, their gaze shifting to the side to look over at the man. "The Old ones were stronger than us." Sol noted, their voice soft as they let their eyes fall closed once more. "Some say it was because that as genes passed from one to another that we lost certain connections with our mana... I don't know what is true... " Sol sighed, "But you're strong... that's obvious...perhaps not strong enough to save the world though." They had never truly believed such things. They thought they were stories that people clung to for some sort of saving grace. The kind of stories that people who were desperate clung to. Yet now that someone who had been thawed from ice was standing in front of them, it was hard to deny. "Even if that was the case... not sure you were supposed to be out of that ice yet. I might have caused divine problems by releasing you. That is... if you were going to save the world. Not that I care much about that... we'll live and die when we do... simple as that. " @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 01/27/2023 14:05
Save the world? Connections to mana? Old Ones? It all seemed so convoluted and complicated. How was he supposed to save the world from some massive threat? He wasn't all that special. Just an escaped slave with natural strength and a burning flame. The dragonborn looked down at his hands and the scars on his wrists. He didn't know enough about this world or his role in it. How was he supposed to decide how to save the world? "..What am I supposed to do?" It would be so much easier if he had someone who knew more about the Old Ones. Someone who could tell him what he had to do. Maybe he should just follow this group around, see the world.. But he wasn't sure if they would accept him after that outburst against the Orc. His expression soured at that thought. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 01/27/2023 19:56
It must have been a lot to take in. Sol didn't know how they would react if they were told they were meant to save the world. Assumedly they would reject such responsibilities. They had never been known for their maturity nor were they known for having an overall sense of duty. Sol pretty much did as they wished and listened to no one. Perhaps that was why their entire party had died. After all, they kind of had went in without a plan B for if they ran into trouble. Sol paused and shrugged, "Don't know. I didn't really believe in this stuff until well... a few moments ago." They admitted, their gaze shifting as they rolled onto their side. "I would ignore it to be honest. I mean... there was no great prophecy as far as I'm aware and so long as you're not hearing a voice in your head or something, I'm sure you'll be fine. After all. the world isn't necessarily ending at the moment, is it?" They stretched their hands above their head and swung to their feet, landing successfully before offering their hand to him. "You must be hungry, yeah? I'll get you something to eat. A feast of the ages, quite literally. Who knows when the last time you ate was... it's a wonder that your body remained in such good shape. Wonder what kind of ice that was..." They muttered as they waited for him to take their hand. Of course, based upon sheer size it would be a miracle if the young fey could so much as help the man up even a little. After all, it seemed that the fey was quite small in comparison to their new friend. @Cecil
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 02/02/2023 12:42
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 02/09/2023 23:07
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Raednic BOT 02/16/2023 05:21
His eyes narrowed as Sol spoke. Just because it wasn't ending now.. Didn't mean it wouldn't be ending soon.. Especially now that he was awake. The thought that he'd be the spark that caused the world to burn worried him, especially since he didn't know what he could do to cause it.. But he shook that thought out of his mind. If he was really meant to save the world.. He'd surely be able to figure it out. After all, whatever wanted him to help wouldn't just leave him entirely in the dark, right? When he noticed that they had offered their hand to him, he seemed.. confused. Did they intend to try and pull him to his feet? That.. probably wasn't going to happen. He was a big dude, and they were considerably smaller than him. After a few moments of staring, he pushed himself to his feet with his own strength, not wanting to hurt the little elf. Now that they mentioned it.. "..Food would be nice." He couldn't remember the last time he had anything more than stale bread or gruel to eat. Raednic decided that he'd follow Sol to wherever they had food.. And then he'd just have to be careful not to eat it all.. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 02/16/2023 17:04
Ever since they were a child, Sol had been well known for their lack of cares. Quite frankly, it was why Reya, the woman who had taken them in as a child had decided that they needed a different name. Rumi had been their name when the two of them had meant. It meant beauty and held the grace of a flowing river within the name. Perhaps that was why they had hated it. After all, Sol seemed to have a certain lack of grace. They had about as much grace in their body as a Saintess held in her pinky finger. Thusly, as soon as Reya felt like she had a decent understanding of the child, it became Sol. Sol, for the sun, who beamed with a bright smile no matter the harshness of the truth within the world, who brought warmth to those who were graced by their presence. All things she believed true by the small abandoned fae. Of course, that didn't mean that neither of them could be worried about the potential onset of terror that could and most technically might've begun already. It just most likely wasn't going to be Sol who was wondering about the threat. If they were told their existence and happiness was bringing on the onset of the world, that would honestly be bull, so instead they assumed Raednic would want to live the last of his days out peacefully. And while they didn't know Raednic all that well, they had a feeling that the only thing they needed was some peace and quiet to simply enjoy the life that they had never been granted. Dude had a lot of trauma and Sol couldn't even begin to unpack the half of that. Sol stood and stretched their hand out to him, seemingly having zero awareness about how this would work. While tiny, Sol had an abundance of confidence and was fairly sure that in some way, they could help the larger man up if fate allowed. Yet it wasn't fate who got in their way, it was Raednic, who stood to his feet without even taking their hand. Sol frowned, "I was offering you a hand." They whined, seeming mildly offended despite the fact that they bot
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h knew it wouldn't have worked. Sol was a bit of a fool after all and it was becoming more and more evident the more time that they spent together. "Oh right... food. Food is wonderful.... but we'll have to make it unless Laina has made some up yet." They noted, humming softly as they began to walk. "Laina handles dinner usually, she's a brownie." They explained as they walked, turning on one foot so that they were walking backwards. "Brownies are fae that are really good with well... cooking and cleaning and that sort of stuff." They continued, almost rambling as they almost walked into one of the carriages. The wandering wings travelled in a band of carriages and caravans, all settling in different places as they travelled across the states. Their carriages were their homes and while they were travelling homes and perhaps a bit small, they had all grown rather used to it. Sol paused and turned on their foot before knocking on one of the carriages with a grin, "Lainnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaa~" They sung in a sing songy tune, a beautiful woman with brown hair and golden eyes peeking out. She smiled and looked at Sol with a warmth in her eyes that was endearing. "There you are lil Sunshine. Thought you would've died in there." She teased, ruffling the younger Fae's hair. "Course not! I'm the best we got. Save for Reya, of course." They bragged, holding their arm up as if it was to show their strength. Flexing did no good when you had a distinct lack of muscle. "This is Raednic." They leaned forwards and whispered into her ear, "found him in a chunk of ice." "Pleasure to meet you Raednic." She smiled, offering a hand to politely introduce herself. "I'd bet you two are starving. Why don't I whip you up some of the stew I was working on. Potatoes will be a minute but... I'm sure you don't mind waiting a few minutes longer, do ya?" She grinned, opening up a window so she could fill two bowls with stew for them. @Cecil
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Dennis, the RPHQ Bot BOT 02/16/2023 17:04
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Raednic BOT 02/16/2023 17:52
He'd like to think that he wouldn't care what happened to everything around him as a result of his awakening. It wasn't supposed to be his responsibility to fix everyone else's problems, and he definitely didn't want to help the Orcs who had imprisoned and enslaved him. But.. He had a feeling that he would end up getting dragged into it all. While he despised Orcs, he knew that other people didn't deserve to be destroyed by some unknown monstrous force.. He looked down at Sol when they pouted at him not taking their hand. "..I just didn't want to chance hurting you. I'm so much bigger than you, and I doubt you'd be able to lift me." Following Sol, he tilted his head as they explained what Laina was. A brownie was a fae? He had vague memories of brownies being a type of food.. But if brownies were actually a person, that made things all the more confusing.. Raednic stopped a few feet away from the carriages, looking confused. Why were there so many? Were these where people lived and slept? That didn't seem all that comfortable to him.. But it was probably better than what he dealt with before.. Then Sol went knocking on one of them, and Raednic walked a few steps closer. He could see the care in the woman's eyes for the young fae, and he felt a twinge in his chest. Nobody had ever looked at him like that, all he had ever known was the harsh glare of the overseers or the distrust look of other slaves.. The dragonborn looked down at the ground, suddenly very self-conscious. A feeling very unfamiliar to him. When Laina spoke to him, his head slowly turned back to her and looked at her hand for a few moments before he carefully shook it, trying to avoid hurting her before taking his hand back and nodding simply. The promise of food was enough to keep him content- It was better to know when he was getting food than not knowing when he'd get his next meal. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 02/16/2023 22:05
"I--" Sol paused, almost about to whine, "Fine... I guess you're right..." The young fae pouted as they walked, their expression making it clear that they hated the fact that they had to admit their size being lacking. Most fae were relatively short, though even Reya measured above 5 feet. Sol simply happened to stop growing early. Though if you asked them, they would absolutely claim they were still waiting on a growth spurt. After all, some people still grow after their twenties, right? At least that was what they had heard and while fae were typically short, Sol hated the fact that their height might make other travelers and adventurers question their credibility. Sol took a deep breath and stretched their arms above their head, glancing at the confused expression on Raednic's face. "We're nomads." They explained. "Call ourselves the Wandering Wings. Travel from city to city, place to place... looking for other fae." They yawned and motioned to the carriages. "Lotta people don't like faerie folk. Think we're evil and stuff..." A hand softly raised to the small of their neck and shifted awkwardly. "Like I said when I was a kid... people uh... they get afraid and sometimes that fear makes them do bad stuff. That's what Reya says... That's why we've gotta forgive them. Can't let us live in hatred." Surprisingly it was the most mature thing the fae had said, their gaze shifting. "So we go around... taking in fae that are down on their luck... who need a pack. We're kind of rare in this realm after all." A moment of silence as Sol continued walking before taking a seat while waiting for their food. "Laina joined us when I was just a kid. Found her in... where was it, Laina?" "New Orleans is what they called it. Dastardly place if you ask me. Filled to the brim with rough and tough types. Lot of dwarven folk who just can't seem to hold their liquor--" She paused, rolling her eyes before letting out a laugh. "Reya found me after I got mugged. Had been working a l
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ate shift at the bar when someone thought I looked like easy pickings I guess. Had nothing but the clothes on my back and that woman insisted that I come with her. Said if I felt bad about it I could do their cooking." She smiled, a heartwarming look in her eyes. "And then she handed me that one, just a wee lil thing and told me that I could even baby sit." She laughed, shaking her hand before piling some mashed potatoes into the bowl. "You never were a fun babysitter." Sol chimed in, "Always made me study and stuff... Once she even made ME do the cooking!" The two were a silly pair, but it seemed to grow more and more evident that this was the overall vibe of the Wandering Wings. Reya had brought in a group of Fae and over time they had become a close knit family. Of course, even a close knit family fights, but they always are on one another's side and they always are sure to make sure to have one another's back. She huffed and rolled her eyes, offering the bowls out to Raednic and Sol. "Oh hush up, Sunshine. You needed it. Or else you woulda ended up even more of a fool, dont' you know that?" She laughed, "Come on. Come and get your food. Bet you're both starving." She handed them the bowls, both filled with stew and potatoes. @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 02/20/2023 17:18
It wasn't really that the dragonborn questioned her credibility. Far from it, actually. He just didn't really know his own strength, as his memories from his time as a slave were foggy from the years in the ice. He had no idea what broke his chains, where he got his weapon, and how many people had been hurt during his escape. Because he did escape. There was no other explanation as to how he was free. He listened to Sol explain their purpose to him, though a small frown came to his face. What he went through.. It wasn't because of fear. If it had just been him, maybe he could say it was out of fear, but there were others. Too many people had been stuck there for too long.. He doubted that he ever could forgive the Orcs for what happened to him. His gaze turned down after a while longer. A part of him longed for a sense of belonging.. but he had a feeling that he wouldn't find it here, not with his outburst and the fact that he.. He was so clearly not the same as these people. They were a family. He wasn't. The banter between the two just made him realize that more. He couldn't even remember the faces of his parents. He hadn't ever met another person like him. Was he the only one in the world? He looked down at the bowl of food, the only thing that really shook him out of his thoughts. Looking up at Laina, he nodded his thanks and started to eat quietly, not really looking at the two. He didn't really understand what he was feeling, so he didn't know how to express it or even talk much while feeling it. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 02/21/2023 13:36
Closed off. Sol frowned and glanced at Raednic, their expression softening as he wondered what went on in the dragonborn's head. They seemed cold in a way that Sol was fairly sure wasn't caused by the lasting effects from being contained in ice for many years. Nothing the young fae seemed to do would get the man to open up, their gaze shifting over to Laina as if asking for some sort of help. Sol wasn't the best with this kind of thing, after all. Laina paused and walked out of her carriage, taking a seat near the two of them. "Don't talk much, do ya?" She asked, her gaze softening as she placed a hand on Sol's shoulder, quietly letting them know that she would try to handle it. "You're not like the other Dragonborn's I've met..." She admitted, rubbing the back of her neck. "Loud lot they are." She laughed, her gaze softening as she looked at the sad looking man. She wondered what had happened to make him wear such a heavy frown, what kind of pressures and weight did he hold on his shoulders. Sol paused and shrugged, "Probably cause he's an old one. They say that all of our ancestors were old ones, they were the first of us. Guess that means that they've changed since his time..." They noted, unaware of the way that these words might further make the large man feel even more isolated. "Think you'd want us to bring you to them?" They asked, their reddish eyes lost on Raednic. "He's entirely welcome to stay with the wings as well." Laina offered, "So long as you're willing to carry your own weight, we take any in... even if they're not fae. We're all outsiders here." She smiled, her words more sympathetic than the young fae's. Sol had never been good at handling deep conversations. They made them uneasy. They struggled to connect emotionally in that way and while they often tried their best to imagine how others were feeling, they often seemed to miss the mark just by a little bit. Sol paused and nodded, "Mhm...that too." They agreed. "It's up to you... it's
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your life after all. None of us have any right to tell you what your next path is. Whether it be reuniting with your kind... traveling with us or even attempting to save the world from some sort of imminent doom... that's up to you." @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 02/22/2023 00:33
There wasn't much to really open up about. He had already explained his past.. And that's all he really knew. Glancing over at Laina as she walked out of the carriage and started to talk to him. "..Not much to say. You both are enjoying your company. No need for me to intrude." His attention turned back to the bowl of food in front of him, which he was taking his time eating. He wanted to savor it, since it was the first actual meal he's had for a long, long time. "..I don't remember what others were like. All I remember were the Orcs." His eyes narrowed slightly and his grip got tight on the spoon. "..What are other.. dragon..born.. like?" Shaking those thoughts out of his mind, he looked back at them. He didn't know what he wanted to do or where he wanted to go. All the options just seemed so overwhelming to him. Raednic couldn't see himself belonging anywhere. This wasn't his time, and even if they took him back to his.. kind, would he even truly belong there with them? What if they weren't anything like him? There were too many unknowns. "..I don't know." @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 02/24/2023 12:13
Family. Sol believed that family was not determined by blood. After all, their parents had abandoned them at an age where they could hardly take care of themselves let alone survive. Had that been a family? Sol believed that no family would do that. At least that was what the Wandering Wings had taught them. The Wandering Wings. They were a weird family, but a family indeed if that was the way that you preferred to see it. Sol believed them to be their family without question. They always would have a place there and Sol well understood that. Their family grew by the day, not everyone looked the same or even close to similar, and everyone had their own weight to pull. Sol didn't think it even remotely strange that they'd even welcome a dragonborne should he need a place to stay. After all, the rule simply was pull your weight in one way or another if you want to stay. The only one who had ever dodged that was Sol, and that was because Sol was so young when they had taken them in. Laina paused and looked at him, frowning, "Not an intrusion." She noted, "We're encouraging it, right Sol?" She looked at Sol, giving the young fae a nudge as they had grown rather absorbed into their stew. Sol coughed as if choking before nodding, "Right yes uhm yes." They choked out, their coughing receiving an eye roll from Laina who handed them their water. Sol took a large gulp of the drink before letting out a relieved sigh, glaring ever so slightly at Laina for having made them choke. She simply sighed and mouthed SLOW DOWN before looking back towards Raednic. "Well... they're still more rare if you're in the main parts... but if you know where to find them, there are whole clans of ya." She explained, her lips tugging into a smile. "Mostly keep to the warm areas... seem happiest there. Down south most of the time. They can be a rowdy folk, always laughing and fighting with one another. In a good way though." She noted, explaining those whom she had met. "Course, an enti
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re race can't be defined by one personality but... they are strong... and loyal. At least those whom I've worked alongside." Sol paused and nodded, their eyebrows furrowing as they wondered what was going on in the large ice man's head. He must be confused, his expression at least told them that. Yet what about, Sol was unsure. After all, the man's expressions were vague and Sol currently didn't know any spells that allowed them to read people's minds. It would be nice if there were but they'd have to study harder if they wished to learn such. "Don't know what...? What you wanna do?" Sol questioned, "Stay with us then. Until you figure it out, that is." @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 02/26/2023 20:06
As much as they said they were encouraging him, that nagging doubt remained in the back of his mind. He just kept being called an 'Old One', and he had some strange and impossible destiny to save the world from some great cataclysm. What good would he be able to do if he didn't know anything about the world? When Sol started to choke, Raednic looked at them with concern on his face. Slowly, as they recovered, he watched them glare at Laina before looking back to the woman. She explained what Dragonborn were like.. What he probably would've been if he hadn't been born so long ago.. Maybe he'd get to meet them one day. Slowly, he nodded as he listened to them speak. Staying with them meant that he could learn about the world and come to understand what it is that he's supposed to do, right? It was a matter of exploring the world, that's all. Maybe he could meet some of his people if he stuck around with them.. And he had to admit, the food was definitely much better than he'd ever had. "..Okay. I'll stick with you guys for now." @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 02/26/2023 20:20
I'll stick with you guys for now. To Sol, this was welcome. Sol well understood the fact that Reya might not find having an orc hating dragonborn around to be the best idea. But the Wandering Wings had never turned someone in need away before, and Sol certainly assumed they weren't going to start now. It wasn't in Reya's nature to turn away someone who was in need of a safe place and if anyone seemed in need of a safe space it was Raednic. The man clearly had some soul searching to do and Sol wasn't entirely sure what would make him smile, but they had decided it was a challenge they hoped to take on. One day, Sol would make that ice man smile whether or not he liked it. Furthermore, the wings while rambunctious, were all that Sol had ever truly known. While they had been on the road for the better half of their life, Sol found having an Old one around to be rather interesting. Even better was the fact that having him around would mean more interesting stuff would happen. Sol wasn't sure what kind of trouble the man would continue to bring but something about the little chaos gremlin was rather excited for the mere idea of it. After finishing up their food, Sol paused and stood, looking towards Raednic before rubbing the back of their neck. "Guess we'll have to find a way for you to pitch in. Everyone pitches in around here. Doesn't matter what chore it is, but working together keeps the place moving. I'd bet that we'll be on the road tomorrow morning again... don't stay long in one place unless it's a city. Which is where we're headed." They explained with a soft smile, ruffling their own hair before looking towards Laina, "Think we need more firewood or something... perhaps he could do something like that... something...to do with heavy lifting." Laina shrugged, standing up and walking into her cart, "Not sure, have him talk to Reya. She'll have something to say about him staying and get him situated with a carriage to use so....that'd be your best place
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to start." She noted, returning to stirring whatever she had been working on. @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 02/26/2023 21:47
With how Sol seemed to react to his decision, he could tell that they were happy that he'd be staying, at least for now. There was a certain fire in their eyes, something that reminded him of those who still held hope early on into their enslavement.. Someone who still believed that there was a chance for the world to go their way. That fire died in most. It certainly had in him. Perhaps this journey, sticking with the little fey and their company of adventurers, could reignite that spark within him. Only one way to find out.. He shook himself out of those musings again, tuning back into the conversation as Sol stood. "I was used mostly to carry heavy stones and wood that the orcs needed moved. That's what I'm good at." Bowing his head to Laina, he thanked her for the meal before turning back to Sol. "..Where is this Reya?" @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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Dennis, the RPHQ Bot BOT 02/26/2023 22:06
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 02/26/2023 22:06
Something seemed too dark about it. Sol frowned, "Mmmm... but do you like doing that?" Sol questioned, their gaze meeting with Raednics. There seemed to be something important about finding something that Raednic would truly enjoy doing. Being good at something and enjoying it were two different things and while he may have been good at carrying heavy things, Sol didn't want to force him into doing the things he was expected to do back when he was a slave. Something seemed too dark about that. After several moments, Sol raised a hand into the air. "I have a great idea. You don't need a job! You'll be our guardian! Or-- Or our mascot." Sol grinned, beaming just a tad too brightly. As noted, Sol still had a fire in his eyes, quite literally. Actually Sol had a lot of fire in them, after all, they were a will'o'wisp fae and that meant that they literally had fire at their core. Moreso, they were one with fire. Sol grinned happily, "Of course, I used to be the mascot but... I'd gladly give up the spot. I don't have wings either so it doesn't entirely make sense." They noted, pointing to their wingless back. After all, many fae were wingless. "Where is Reya...?" Sol mused, looking around for a moment, "Well.... probably in her carriage." They nodded, rubbing the back of their neck as they began to walk, "Reya is great, she's probably the nicest and meanest person you'll ever meet all in one. She's a real badass. Doesn't stand for bullshit. But also knows how to make a home. Took me in when I was a kid." They explained as they walked, not hesitating to continue giving information about themselves and their time with the wings as they did so. Soon enough they had made their way to the largest of the carriages, humming as they knocked on the door. "Reyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" They called out, once more elongating their word for effect. They had a rather loud mouth, always making plenty of noise. It seemed entirely evident that Sol rarely settled down, always see
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ming to have something to talk about. "I've brought our friend! Come on out!" "One sec, Kid." Her voice came from inside a closet, her head peeking out after a moment. "Ah.. you friend." She noted with a gaze that looked at Raednic with suspicion. If he remembered correctly, Reya had been one of the first to greet Sol, and the one to heal them. Reya also had been the one who had to stop their fight while Sol was unable to. She paused and looked at him with a sigh, "What is it you'd like?" @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 02/27/2023 00:52
He never thought about what he enjoyed doing. Enjoying something was just a luxury that he didn't really have. And while he knew he didn't enjoy being a pack animal, he wasn't really good at anything else.. His hands were too big for delicate tasks, he was too loud to do things like hunting.. His strength was all he really had, so he wasn't sure what others would want from him.. When Sol's hand went into the air, he looked at them, confused. "..Guardian? Mascot..?" He'd be able to fight, if they wanted him to.. But that didn't really change the fact that he wouldn't enjoy doing that.. What, they wanted a mascot with wings? He didn't have any wings either, so what was he supposed to do there..? He didn't respond to that, just looking back at the ground. He followed behind Sol as they walked toward Reya's carriage, worried about what she would say about him. He didn't exactly have the greatest first introduction to her.. Being seen as nothing but a monster was something he was really worried about.. Raednic stopped when the fey started shouting for Reya to come outside, staying several feet behind Sol. When her head poked out, he met her gaze and immediately looked away. The way she looked at him.. She didn't trust him. She thought he was a monster, and that he shouldn't be here. There was a hint of disdain in those eyes- The kind of disdain that he got every time the overseers looked down from their platforms, and every time he saw those eyes, it was immediately met with a lash of the whip, so he averted his gaze and flinched, fully expecting a sharp pain. When it didn't arrive, he opened his eyes after a few seconds and kept them low. "..Sol.. wanted to see if I was allowed to stay, and what I could do to earn my place.." @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 02/27/2023 21:18
What point was there in doing something that one did not love. Perhaps it was a childish thought on Sol's part, but Sol didn't understand why do something that you would not enjoy. Moreso, they seemed entirely surprised that Raednic didn't seem to know what he enjoyed doing. Perhaps it was the fact that they were having a hard time emotionally connecting with the larger man, but they entirely were missing any cues that anyone with an ounce of emotional perception would get. After all, Sol was rather bad at reading the room and while they were trying their best to understand where Raednic was coming from, they were having a hard tim . "Yeah why not?" They asked, tilting their head as they walked. It wasn't necessarily about image in Sol's eyes. "Though notably you'd be a better guardian than a mascot, I'd say." They noted, stretching idly as they walked. They were sure that it was probably the best role for him, after all who was going to take on a big guy like him. Of course, if they were faced with an orc, they'd possibly have a murder on their hands but if the orc was attacking them, they didn't mind that. Sol paused and looked towards them, "No need to look so worried. She isn't one to judge... and if she does, you just prove her wrong." They noted as they waited for Reya, swaying from side to side impatiently. Sol seemed to struggle with patience, alongside the fact that they were ceaselessly loud. And careless. And rash. Honestly Sol lacked most maturity that one their age should have had, their personality immature and entirely childish. They didn't seem aware of that though, very much lacking the depth to do any self searching. As Raednic spoke, Reya sighed, looking towards Sol with a slight frown. "So long as you don't go killing anyone without reason... then you can come. Seeing as you're patient enough to get along with Sol... I'm sure you're not a mass murderer." Yes, the assumption was that a mass murderer would have already offed the obnoxious lit
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tle fae. Sol frowned for merely a moment before laughing, seemingly thinking it was at least slightly amusing. Reya's distrustful gaze faded, replaced by a loving one when she looked at the young fae, the look that only a mother knew how to make. She paused for a moment and shook her head, smirking slightly before looking towards him, "What would you like to do to earn your place?" @Cecil
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Raednic BOT 02/28/2023 18:29
He'd do it because of a sense of duty.. After all, if he was supposed to be some great protector of the world against a grand cataclysm beyond all understanding.. If he didn't like it, destiny wouldn't care. The destruction of the world would come whether he liked it or not, and it was his duty to stop it. It certainly didn't help that he didn't think about what he did based on his own happiness, since his happiness never mattered to others around him. Orc slavers didn't care if the slaves were happy, and his fellow prisoners didn't give a shit if he was happy if they could get an extra scrap of food or cloth to stay warm at night. Happiness.. wasn't something he truly understood. A guardian.. Fighting was something he was naturally good at, wasn't it? Due to his size, and the fire in his sword.. Anything they encountered wouldn't stand a chance against him. Especially if they were something like an orc, because there was some deep-rooted fury that erupted out whenever he saw an orc.. Maybe it was best if he wasn't around when any orcs were seen.. They'd have no chance to react before his blade tore through them.. He, however, could not keep Reya's gaze for long, especially after the sigh. She didn't want him here, not around Sol, or around anyone. That much was clear to him by the way she spoke. And.. he couldn't blame her, really. Her first impression of him was a violent monster, and nothing else was known about him- Even to himself..
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That smile that she gave Sol.. That smile full of warmth and love.. Could he ever have something like that directed to him..? No.. He didn't think so. It wasn't a simple smile. That was the smile of a mother to their child. He felt a pain in his chest as he realized that wasn't something he'd ever truly experience.. But his expression remained as stoney as before. Showing pain and emotion made you look weak, and looking weak meant that others would exploit that weakness for their own gain. That was the first thing he learned when he was in chains. "..I can carry heavy objects like wood or stone. Clear landslides, fallen trees, cut a path through dense bushes.." His sword gave him plenty of use when it came to clearing a path, and his strength and size gave him even more. There was more to it, though.. "..Or I could protect the group. Stay at the edges, away from everyone else, to watch for bandits or monsters or evil people. Warn you if something's coming, deal with it if needed.. I can fight.. I can protect." He'd learn. He had no other choice but to learn how to protect. His life was made to protect. He was made to protect. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 02/28/2023 19:43
Mother. Solely from the way that Reya looked at the young fae, it was clear that she saw them as her child. Perhaps they weren't biologically related, but Reya believed the bond of fate itself to have bounded them together for a reason. After all, no one in their misfit family of fae had ever had a family. Orphans, loners, nomads, the group was made up of those who had been on their own for longer than many could even remember. She had picked up brothers and sisters, cousins and grandparents throughout her journey. After all, Reya had been travelling since she was in her teenage years. It had been nearly 30 years since then, her years on the road greatly outnumbering those that she had numbered in the seclusion of her home. It was her home that had brought her on the road, her home that made her realize that she wasn't the only one with a need for adventure, a need for a new family. And that was why she had set out to build one of her own, never expecting to even find one whom she would consider to be a child of her own. She paused and looked at the dragon born, wondering what went on in his mind. Was he looking for a home too? She was sure it must've felt confusing for him. To be thawed from ice almost a hundred years later than when you had lived. She didn't know his story, she didn't know why he harbored such anger towards the Orcish people, but she could see in his eyes the same look that she saw in all of the Wandering Wings members. He needed a home. She sighed softly and looked towards Sol, rubbing the back of her neck. Could Sol welcome them into the family properly? After all, she felt the two of them had properly gotten off on the wrong foot. She paused and looked at him, offering him a slight smile. "Well then that's what you can do. We get attacked by raiders and street trash all the time. It'd be great to have someone like you around." She smiled, walking over before offering her his hand. "My name is Reya, though I'm sure Sol's already introduce
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d me. Leader of the Wandering Wings. Welcome to our family." For a moment, all of the previous biases that she had seemed to melt away. She was genuinely opening her heart to him, knowing that it wasn't an easy situation that he was in. "We'd love to learn more about you when you are ready to open up." She nodded, "Sol, why don't you get him situated with one of the extra carriages? It'll be a bit cramped but... it'll do for now. We can purchase a larger one in town." She noted, looking towards Sol who was positively beaming. Sol seemed quite glad to have the chance to take him in, grinning towards Raednic. "You hear that?" They beamed happily, "I told you she wouldn't turn you away." They laughed, Reya raising an eyebrow before shaking her head. "Course not. Not unless you murder someone... I don't have the fees to bail you out." She joked, "That goes for you too, kid." She teased Sol, grabbing them and wrapping her arms around them possessively. "Now go on. Do a good job. I'm sure he wants some rest."
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 03/16/2023 23:25
@Cecil you okay?)
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Raednic BOT 03/28/2023 17:36
It certainly felt confusing for him. There was so much he didn't know, yet so much pressure building on him already. Raednic needed to belong, he needed to learn what he could do, what he was supposed to do, how to protect the world, how to protect the Wings, how to find his people, there were too many things running through his head. It was overwhelming at times. It was difficult for someone looking at him to tell that there was anything going on in his mind, his expression was serious most of the time, maybe a little anxious at times, but otherwise very hard to read. When he maintained eye contact, however, that's where it was clearer what he was thinking. He was worried, he was confused. As much as he wanted to hide his emotions, he didn't know how to hide them in his eyes. During the entire time he was a slave, he never made eye contact with anyone, so there wasn't much of a reason to learn how. In those eyes was a deep-rooted fear, vaguely masked by concern and a wish to do something more with himself. Would he be able to do what the world wanted- no, needed- him to do? What about the Wandering Wings? There wasn’t much he could do to figure that out now.. Only time could tell. Looking down at Reya’s hand as she approached, he carefully took it- overly careful about hurting her as he shook her hand. “..Raednic. Dragonborn warrior.. And an ‘Old One’, apparently..” He still didn’t think he’d know what all that meant, but it was better to be clear about it than to hide it.. Right?
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“I’ll.. do my best.” The dragonborn nodded. “And I won’t murder.” He’d certainly try, at least.. If it was an Orc, it probably would be better not to have him deal with them at all.. He wasn’t sure if he could stop himself from seriously harming any Orcs that they came across. That Orc that was there before wouldn’t have survived if not for the magic cast on Raednic.. “It.. would be a good idea to not let me see any Orcs though.. It won’t end well..” Pulling his hand back, Raednic shook his head and stepped back. While the dragonborn understood why he hated Orcs, and why he went into a blind rage when he saw one.. It didn’t mean that all Orcs deserved it. It had been a long time since he was frozen, from what everyone else was saying.. Meaning it was unlikely that any Orc that had a hand in what happened to him were alive. Looking down at Sol as Reya told them to take him to an extra carriage, he shook his head. “..I can live with whatever you give me. I don’t need much at all.” Having a carriage was better than what he had before, sometimes not even having any kind of shelter. It wasn’t like he had very much with him, either. All he needed was a place to sleep and a place to put his sword- Since that was all of his belongings. “..Thank you, Reya.” Nodding slightly, he turned to follow Sol to the carriage, stopping outside it and glancing inside. What would it even have for him? A bed was about all he expected, honestly.. Would it even be big enough for him? How soft would it be? “..I.. don’t know how to feel about Reya.” He said quietly as he looked inside the carriage. “She.. seems serious at times, but also not at others? It’s.. strange.” @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 03/31/2023 11:39
Sol couldn't understand. Empathy. It wasn't really a skill Sol had. While Reya had always tried to instill empathy into the young fae, Sol had always had difficulties understanding others. It was something they were told that they should work on. Of course, that was easier said than done in their eyes. After all, people always managed to confuse them. Perhaps it was because they usually responded differently than most people. Sol wasn't like most. Even Reya often acknowledged such. Of course, that didn't make it easier for them to understand the man in front of them. Sol couldn't understand what was going on in his head nor could they empathize with the level of confusion that they were experiencing. Perhaps that was why they were shoving them into everything without hesitation. He needed time. Reya was well aware of that. After all, she couldn't imagine waking up from a 500 year nap and feeling all that refreshed. Even when she woke up from a 2 hour long nap it felt like it might possibly be another decade had passed. And that usually scared her. Perhaps that was why she attempted to soften on the man, recognizing that while she had to be harsh, she also needed to respect the fact that he was probably scared and hurt. Emotionally drained in a way that she couldn't understand because it was so vast. Sol frowned and shifted on their feet, watching as Reya attempted to give the dragonborn a purpose within their group. Would he accept it? So far he seemed entirely placid in his emotions, unshowing of what they were feeling. Perhaps that was why Sol seemed surprised when the man claimed he wouldn't murder and began to agree with their mother's deal. "Well that's awesome!" Sol exclaimed happily, glad that he was at least going to attempt to make a difference with them. "He'll need the biggest carriage we got though..." Sol noted, wondering who's carriage would be best fitted towards the relatively large fellow. While he didn't need much, he needed a space that h
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e could equally fit in. There was no point in trying to fit him into a carriage that he was going to be cramped in. Sol wasn't even entirely sure what kind of horse would be able to carry the larger man. Then again Orcs and other larger creatures rode horse occasionally and managed. Reya sighed and put a hand on Sol's head as if to shush them, nodding. "Use the storage carriage. You'll need to unpack what is in it.. but we can put it into Lei's carriage while they're on their mission." She explained, "It'll be a little of work before you rest but... it'll be worth it. It's the biggest carriage we've got... so you'll have ample space to move around and such." She smiled, hoping that he would recognize that she wasn't trying to be his enemy. "Go on then. She motioned, ruffling Sol's hand before pushing them down towards the stairs out.
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Sol giggled and fell down the stairs before looking at Raednic with a slight shrug. "That's how she is." They noted, stretching their arms above their head lackadaisically as they walked. "She has the weight of many people's well being on her shoulders... so she has to be. Even if it goes against her nature." They explained, their eyes softening as they spoke about her. They seemed to care very much for her, loving her the way a child would love their mother, if not more. "She can't risk putting their well being's at risk... so she has to be very careful." Sol smiled, "But you know... she's a relatively good judge of character. Good at giving advice too." Sol let their arms fall with a sigh before stopping in front of the largest carriage. "Here we go..." They sighed again as they opened it up, frowning at how much they would need to move. Inside the carriage were quite a number of boxes. "Lei's carriage is right behind here... let's get this done so you can sleep. Me too. I wanna sleep." They yawned tiredly before stepping in and picking up the first box, only about able to handle one of the boxes at a time where he may be able to handle more.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 04/25/2023 17:46
@Cecil checking in since it’s been a bit)
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Raednic BOT 04/26/2023 14:43
Raednic did expect them to truly understand his situation. He didn’t know much about it either, with very little direction on where he should go to find out what he was supposed to do. The people here seemed very accepting, especially people like Reya.. But that didn’t mean that they had all the answers. In fact, it didn’t seem like too many people knew much about the Old Ones, what they were supposed to do, or even believed that they existed. These were the people he could learn about the world with.. But they couldn’t help him find himself, or what his purpose in life was. When he accepted Reya’s offer to guard the group, he noticed how excited Sol was that he’d be joining them. Despite how little they understood about him, and the first impressions they had gotten from him as a violent monster, they were.. Happy that he’d be there. Raednic.. Didn’t know how he felt about that. Despite the unknown, Sol was working to make sure he was welcomed. “I don’t need anything fancy.” The dragonborn shook his head in response to them discussing what kind of carriage he’d need, though he doubted that they’d listen to him about it. Special treatment was for those who deserved it, and he didn’t believe that he deserved it. He might be an Old One, but he was still just an escaped slave. Slaves don’t get special treatment.
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A storage carriage wouldn’t be the most comfortable thing in the world, but it was better than the cold, hard ground. As Reya had Sol take him to the carriage, he looked inside at the sheer number of boxes. It wouldn’t be too hard to move all of it, he thought. A bunch of boxes weren’t that different from carrying a bunch of rocks, right? So, without any other questions, he climbed into the carriage and started carrying stuff out, stacking it beside this Lei person’s carriage. He wasn’t sure he could truly understand what Reya was going through.. But it was entirely possible that he could. Raednic was an Old One, someone supposedly going to stop some kind of cataclysm in the near future. That meant he had the fate of many hundreds of thousands of people resting on his shoulders alone. Who knew if any other Old Ones had woken up, or would wake up by the time whatever was coming arrived? It could come down to just him against whatever monster or menace would destroy the world. “..I think I know what you mean by that.” He said quietly as he worked, not giving Sol much of a chance to actually get into the carriage as he carefully climbed in and out, bringing boxes out and stacking them. After spending so long doing hard labor underneath the Orcs, he knew how best to carry things quickly. “I don’t know how it works, but if the stories you mentioned are true.. There’s a lot that could go wrong if I fail.” There was so much that he didn’t know. It was the fact that he didn’t know anything about the world now, what he needed to stop, or how he was supposed to stop it that made him nervous. There were too many questions, and nobody to give him the answers he needed. It was all up to him to figure out.
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Once he had taken out the last of the boxes, Raednic looked inside the carriage. It’d be a decent fit, though there wouldn’t be any furniture that’d fit him, unless Reya and Sol had a large cot or something hidden somewhere. Though, he didn’t think that they would. He was much larger than most of them, after all, so they’d probably just have to get something from the next town. “Will all this fit in that Lei person’s carriage?” His eyes went over to the boxes and the carriage. @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 05/22/2023 15:35
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Bunny Amidala 12/12/2023 14:08
(( Hi there! 👋 @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚. @Cecil , We noticed this roleplay has been inactive for 30 days or more. Please reply to this message so I am pinged if you would like to keep this roleplay open. In addition, roleplay must begin within 7 days, otherwise this channel will be moved to our archives. All archived roleplays are eventually uploaded onto http://rphq.me/ and can be viewed there. If you wish to archive this roleplay yourself, you can request this with the /archiverequest command in #channel-request ))
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𝒔𝒐𝒍 BOT 12/12/2023 14:12
(( Hi there! 👋 @꒰ sloth shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚. @Cecil , We noticed this roleplay has been inactive for 30 days or more. Please reply to this message so I am pinged if you would like to keep this roleplay open. In addition, roleplay must begin within 7 days, otherwise this channel will be moved to our archives. All archived roleplays are eventually uploaded onto http://rphq.me/...
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