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  1. #11
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    Stare stopped, frozen and stuck half way to lifting the mug of beer towards her beak, as soon as the word slipped from between the demon's lips.

    Thayne.

    From what the kenku knew of the Thayne they were god-like creatures who were sometimes worshipped as deities and came from near the beginnings of time. They had a lack of omnipotence, and could come in a variety of forms, from a great sea monster known as the Leviathan, to winged serpent guardians who haunted the woods of Alerar. They were a separate group of godlike beings, who had their own pantheon residing alongside the others, but were more human-like than others, with individual personalities and they were said to champion certain attributes - encourage them, as opposed to be the embodiment of them. It was common knowledge also that they were the ones to have gifted the Tap itself which was a source of great magic and once believed to be one of the only sources of magic.

    For one such as Nosdyn, who had seen the power Vitruvion possessed, it was not exactly a stretch too far to consider that he might in fact be a Thayne. Now that Stare thought about it, the noble mage did certainly fit a few of the attributes - he was a god, he had once been worshipped and he lacked omnipotence. What was vastly different, however, was the fact that he was not a god of any particular thing, but rather the clone-son of a deity of a whole planet. So therefore, more powerful.

    Potentially. Yet, it was still not far off the truth, and Nosdyn had guessed it.

    Her heart thumped in her chest as Vitruvion's awareness drew and he snatched into her mind with a desperation. Tell him the usual lie, he hissed. Refuse flatly that I am a Thayne, that this villainous brother of mine is a Thayne.

    The kenku breathed in as she set her beer down, watching Nosdyn carefully. My lord, he came up with this theory all by himself. He is not an idiot and may not accept the half celestial as a truth. You are not exactly the angelic type. Except in looks. Certainly, in looks Vitruvion could be said to be an angel.

    I did not realise you thought me so, Vitruvion dryly replied to her errant thought. Quickly, she hid it away. However, Stare, the matter of the fact it you can tell him I am not a Thayne without lying, as I am not. As for my brother ... he is closer to dung.

    Rubbing her hand along her beak in exasperation Stare groaned slightly before opening her beak to properly answer.

    "First, no I am not asking you to kill a Thayne. If you are willing we are headed to the Raiaera harbour where Sir Elssmith's three ships rest sometimes in the dock, if you are able to. One has been destroyed, which we know was due to his half-brother, and now the two are in danger, with one gone missing. I have been asked to find you and ask if you would be interested in accompanying me to find out what happened to it." She paused, "not that exciting, sorry."

    "Secondly, Vitruvion is not a Thayne. He is just an incredibly powerful mage, who happens to be able to read demonic, and most other languages ... he's half celestial. As is his brother."

    She crossed the fingers of her hand on the mug secretly, hoping that Nosdyn would not notice, and that he would believe her.
    Crows: Old nursery rhyme "One for sorrow, Two for mirth, Three for a funeral, Four for birth, Five for heaven, Six for hell, Seven for the devil, his own self."

  2. #12
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    Not...a Thayne...? Nosdyn knew there were several other pantheons and religious beliefs on Althanas. He wasn't sure if Stare was telling the entire truth or not, but it did not matter. He would respect her viewpoint on the matter for the time being. Celestial...that term is not in The Thayne Codex. That deserves some looking into... Nosdyn rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he listened to Stare speaking about what was going on. He took his goblet and took another pull of the drink in it. It was a juice style of concoction, not terribly strong...but Nosdyn did not mind. After the effects of the brutal teleportation spell, Nosdyn would eat and drink just about anything to energize himself once more.

    He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Though he was not a genius in the tradition sense of the term...Nosdyn was not stupid. By any stretch of it. He had no choice but to accept Stare's explanation of Vitruvion and his brother's race for the time being. ...Celestial. Again, I must study The Thayne Codex further. Maybe there are clues there about this race and it's power. One thing Nosdyn did not like was facing an enemy without previous knowledge of how the enemy operated. It was a carry-over from his days spent as a criminal's enforcer in Ettermire. Nosdyn looked at Stare at that point. His eyes were narrowed and he was deep in serious thought. He did not want to say the wrong thing, however as to not offend his friend.

    Nosdyn knew that they would have to plan and form proper strategy. The dock mission in Raiaera sounded important. Boring...but important nonetheless. I've done similar work for The Boss in Ettermire's secret underground crime syndicate. I must be certain to do whatever is asked of me to the best of my capacity. Stare and Vitruvion are not that different form The Boss's own agenda. I wonder how he is faring these days and if I should go and check up on him and his organization...? Nosdyn nodded when Stare stopped talking.

    "I accept." Was his simple response. He had nowhere to go, nowhere to call home. His very clan had been stolen from him. Though maybe it was something I did to myself after all. Nosdyn thought to himself. Something about the traumatic events in The Tular Plains had affected Nosdyn a lot. He wasn't sure what it was exactly...but his purpose had been stolen from him. Ripped asunder like a child's rag doll and left to rot. Nosdyn was one of the last few real men in the world. A Demon of Haidia forced to reconcile the fact that the world no longer needed his kind. He'd become nothing more than an enforcer, a sellsword. He did not mind that. "Do you have a room rented here or anything like that? I'm very tired and in a lot of pain. I must rest for the night before we travel again together." Nosdyn said carefully. He continued. "I'm trying to understand this situation, but I'm willing to help. I just want to fight by your side once more." Nosdyn said curiously. He tried to smile, but it was difficult doing that with the pain he felt...
    Fear.

    Fear is My Weapon...-Sith Saying

    Through VICTORY My CHAINS are BROKEN.-Sith Code

    Your FAITH has blinded you.-Illidan Stormrage

  3. #13
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    "I do not ..."

    She paused before she sat up, thinking about where she had left her fine black chocobo. "But I may be able to find a place."

    They spent the night in a barn, as unbecoming as it was. Stare knew that Vitruvion himself would reel with the idea of sleeping with the pigs, the sheep and their steeds. She remained awake for some time, looking across to Nosdyn and realising just how much he had lost. His family, his people, his position ... She had lost much, but found something else. A position, a home in some respects, suffering that had made her stronger.

    Little did she sleep that night, as she watched the back of the demon's head, and she imagined what hells they as both been through, literally and figuratively. Eventually she was able to let her awareness of the world fade and come to a fitful slumber, but it was short and aggressive.

    She dreamed she was on beach, wuth the seas stretched before her. It was dark, however, and the sand itself was course and grainy, uncomfortably digging into the softer parts of her feet. What was most horrifying was the light - it was a brilliant orange and as she looked up she could see the source. Ships, as far as the eye could see all burning.

    And the waters itself, were burning.

    They rode the next day as fast as chocobo and rented horse would allow, thundering hooves and quick claws carrying them north. They passed small villages, collecting the few supplies they might need and on the second night they slept under the stars. Again, Stare hardly slept, her heart heavy and little comfort in her soul.

    Again, she saw the burning sea in her dream, but this time there were figures scurrying up the masts, above the flames. She cried out several times for someone to help them, but nobody seemed to hear. As she spread her own wings to attempt she heard a crackle, smelt cinder and ... Her wings were burning also.

    She woke up in a sweat, pushing at her feathers hectically. She rolled, padded, breathed heavily - but felt nothing. It took her some full seconds to realise she was not on fire.

    Slowly she forced a breath, then collapsed, allowing the ground to support her and lay there. Comfortable, but terrified and confused she lay there until morning, before they were going again. Before they charged towards the harbour where the second of Vitruvion's ships, the Spirited Wave was expected to lie.

    Except when they got there ... She was gone.
    Crows: Old nursery rhyme "One for sorrow, Two for mirth, Three for a funeral, Four for birth, Five for heaven, Six for hell, Seven for the devil, his own self."

  4. #14
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    Time passed...

    Nosdyn regained his strength as he decided to stay in that town long term.

    That particular day he was assisting some locals with rebuilding their home and adding more value to it.

    The town was all right as far as surface-dweller towns went.

    Nosdyn pitched in with odd jobs where he could but a part of him missed his friend Stare.

    He knew she had needed him for SOME big job at that point, so many moons ago, but it was beyond his control. He knew that Vitruvion still did not fully trust him...at least it appeared that way. The Gods played on their own playing field...with their own rules. Nosdyn thought to himself. He stood there without a top on, sweating in the heat of the afternoon soon. It was hard work, a hard life but Nosdyn learned he liked working with his large hands.

    He worked for a paltry salary those days. Nothing like what Vitruvion would offer. One of his friends, a female Drow, looked at him as they worked. "You are thinking about her are you not?"

    Nosdyn narrowed his eyes for a moment, wiping sweat off his brow. "I believe so yes. I'm not entirely certain because she left without much of a word. It's all right I am certain her path and mine will cross again someday."

    The Drow nodded. "You have a gentle soul, Nosdyn of clan Krotar." She handed Nosdyn a skin of fresh water.

    Nosdyn hesitated only a moment but did take the gift. Somewhere down the line...people worked together of all races. Either necessity called for union, or other matters. But he learned that the people of the town could function even with his fear aura intact. Rather, they endured it and never once protested. They are a conquered people but strong in their own way...I don't mind living with them. A place to calm home...I wonder if they feel the same. Nosdyn thought to himself.

    As he stood there he helped his companions with their chores. He was strong, and had untapped strength still lurking somewhere deep within. It was a blessing of the fell blood within him. He could work longer and harder than most of the other mortal folks. How long had it been? Days, Week, or years? Nosdyn was not entirely certain. He only knew time had passed since he'd settled down in the town. The Demon, exiled from the tular plains.

    He often thought of home in his time alone.

    They have grown weak and no longer the warriors of old... Nosdyn thought to himself. His eyes always looked to the distance, wondering what might be...what could be. Was this all there was for me? A forgotten Hero in a backwater town. If that is my Fate so be it. Stare...I miss you. Nosdyn thought to himself. If time permitted, perhaps he would claim one of the females of the town as a mate. They were an agreeable and hard-working lot. Plenty of good qualities. He could be a leader with them...if the need for such arose...
    Fear.

    Fear is My Weapon...-Sith Saying

    Through VICTORY My CHAINS are BROKEN.-Sith Code

    Your FAITH has blinded you.-Illidan Stormrage

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