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Dec 28, 2014 20:51:12 GMT
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Post by sunter on Dec 28, 2014 20:51:12 GMT
She started getting angry again. Charlotte stood up and slapped him accross the face as hard as she could. "I'm sorry, we haven't been formally introduced. I'm Charlotte and you are the biggest idiot I've ever met! You ran off on a suicide mission, leaving everbody behind, burned down a forest that could've cost hundreds of people their lives, and worst of all, that poor girl is never going to see you agin! You're begging to a second chance?!" At that point, she was yelling and, oddly enough, out of breath.
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Dec 28, 2014 20:54:17 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Dec 28, 2014 20:54:17 GMT
Adminius just stood, not bothering to look at Charlotte. He knew he'd screwed up. It wasn't the first time. There were no excuses. He should have stayed by Aoife's side, protected her when the time came. He'd still be alive, then, and he would still be by her side.
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Post by Nobody on Dec 28, 2014 20:58:04 GMT
"Dude, chill. You're only mostly dead. Otherwise we wouldn't be sitting at this cozy fire. No, I'm gonna talk to each of you in private, and find out if you're worth the trouble intervening will bring.
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Dec 28, 2014 21:16:46 GMT
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Post by sunter on Dec 28, 2014 21:16:46 GMT
She took a deep breathe. She could feel tears running down her face. "Heart to heart with a God? Sure, what've I got to lose? I'm already dead."
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Dec 28, 2014 21:18:50 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Dec 28, 2014 21:18:50 GMT
"Anything..." Adminius mumbled, his voice so shaky that it was nearly impossible to make out. "Anything to get back to Aoife, to get back to her, be by her side and make sure nothing bad ever happens to her."
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Post by Nobody on Dec 29, 2014 5:25:16 GMT
"Like I said, it'll be one on one interaction. I just want to know you guys." He looked at Alaric. "You're up first, buddy." He and Alaric were suddenly alone at the fire.
"My lord, I do not think I am capable of expressing anything defining me as worth saving." The air of control that always surrounded Alaric had vanished. "I have already failed you as your chosen, and I-"
Azrael held a hand up. "Look, man, I'm not giving you shit for dying. It happens to everyone eventually. Not me of course but, you know, most people." He clapped Alaric on the back. "I'm here to talk about how you lived, not how you died. And if you're not glad to be put on the spot, I could always just look at what you've done."
Alaric nodded. "I would greatly appreciate it, my lord." He knelt at Azrael's feet. Azrael placed a hand over Alaric's head, and images began to flow through the air.
I wanted to be a hero.
I was born into a loving family eighteen years ago. My mother and father were devoted to the people of our city and to the gods. Mother ran a school, and my father was a brilliant mage, as well as a powerful councilman.
Though I loved my father and my mother greatly, it was my brother who was my hero. He graduated at the top of his year in the knight's academy, and though he was often busy with his duties to the city afterward, he did his best to make time for me, though I imagine I was little more than a pain to him. He was even more set in the rules of language and etiquette than I, which I often mocked him for.
It was at the age of nine that my life changed irrevocably. Our manor caught fire, for reasons I could not ever discover, and the blaze quickly became an inferno. My mother was lost to the flames quickly, where the fire surely originated. My father perished when he tried to save her. My brother died saving me, holding the burning wall that had fallen almost on top of me. And this is my greatest shame, for if I had not stood frozen in place, we could have both made it out of the blaze.
I was taken in by Brom, the blacksmith. He did his best to raise me, though he had a difficult time connecting with me, which he always attributed to his own increasing age. So I was brought to Corinthia, who determined that I would be the first of the newest generation of chosen. I was also chosen in another way; the council decided that I would be the first and perhaps only true rune knight. They branded the seven runes not into my body but my spirit, which, so long as I do not despair, is an inexhaustible focus.
Azrael narrowed his eyes, watching the events unfold. "You've had it pretty rough, kid. That stuff about the runes is a little worrying, but you seem to be alright. I mean, apart from the dead deal." He turned to look at the assassin's silhouette. -Should I tell him now? No. Best to let him figure it out.-
He stretched, his back audibly popping. "Oh that's nice." He swiveled to look at Alaric. "Good news is I like you, and you'll probably make it out of this alive. Probably because it depends on your friends, too. I'm gonna go chat with them, hang tight."
With that, Azrael was sitting at the fire with Charlotte.
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Dec 29, 2014 5:46:26 GMT
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Post by sunter on Dec 29, 2014 5:46:26 GMT
Charlotte sat silently, her fingers folded in front of her, looking down at the Fire. "There are plenty of things I've wanted to say to the gods, but now that I'm here with you, I'm at a loss for words." She couldn't help but laugh a little.
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Post by Nobody on Dec 29, 2014 5:50:36 GMT
"Well yeah. It's one thing to talk smack when you think you're not being watched, right?" He shrugged. "First thing off the top of your head."
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Dec 29, 2014 6:10:13 GMT
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Post by sunter on Dec 29, 2014 6:10:13 GMT
"Questions. A lot of questions," Charlotte was finay beginning to calm her nerves, slowing her to think clearly again. "You don't want to answer questions though, so you? You want an answer. Why should you save my life?" the question hung in the air for a moment before she finally spoke. "I don't particularly care if I die here, but it would be better if I didnt, right?"
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Post by Nobody on Dec 29, 2014 6:13:44 GMT
"Probably yeah. But I'll answer questions. Life's too short to be serious all the time."
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Dec 29, 2014 6:26:48 GMT
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Post by sunter on Dec 29, 2014 6:26:48 GMT
"I've known I was a chosen since I was six years old. My gift," she tapped her head, "made sure of that that. But this," Charlotte pulled the mask from her pocket. Instead of the eye was supposed to be there was Arez glowing in its place. "Why was I only just brought to the seer to receive it?"
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Post by Nobody on Dec 29, 2014 6:46:44 GMT
Azrael shrugged. "Dude you're the seer. If I had to say, it'd be because you didn't need it until now. You weren't exactly in a hurry to get out of your village."
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Dec 29, 2014 8:05:32 GMT
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Post by sunter on Dec 29, 2014 8:05:32 GMT
"It's because I was happy there. A kid doesn't need to see the future. Children shouldn't have to know when their mother was going to die or that their father was going to abandon them." She began to let her mind wander, the images started to take proper form.
"I turned six and suddenly the world was a lot more dangerous than it seemed. I tried to warn my father, but he grew to fear me. My mom.... well I'm sure she would've been afraid too if she lived long enough. People called me cursed. After mom died, Dad left me on my own. Afraid, alone. Defenseless." The rune on the mask took on a grey tint. Charlotte felt like a little girl again, the fear and loneliness returning.
Suddenly a mask appeared, not unlike the one she was wearing now. "The man with the mask saved me. He helped me, taught me that it wasn't a curse but a gift. More than that too. How to protect myself. Even magic. A year and a half. That's how long it took for my new life to be destroyed. They used me to get to him. Turns out he was a master thief. One job then he was done. He never came back. Maybe he decided I wasn't important enough to care about. I never saw his face, so even if I met him now, I would never know it."
"I escaped again, but this time, I wasn't helpless." The rune turned red. "The worlds most dangerous eight year old. I used to call myself that. Believed it too. I robbed people and hired myself out for heists, then I bit off more than I could chew. Tried robbing the house of some famous archeologist and got caught by his son who turned out to be a better fighter than me. They took me in after that, didn't exactly give me any choice. Three long years of adventures. Hunting for artifacts, temples, learning about the history of this world. Who would've guessed it couldn't last. Blew into the wrong town on the wrong day. There was a bandit raid and..." She cut herself off. "I knew it was coming, but there was no way to stop it. Nobody would've believed me. The two most important people in my life died in that raid. I was ready to call quits, end it right there, but that idiot had other ideas." Ezra's face faded into view and the rune turned gold. "We've been traveling for almost seven years. Couldn't tell you why he sticks around me though."
She let out the breath she had been holding for just a bit too long. "That's my story. Whether or not it's a reason to keep me alive, it doesn't matter to me. As long as somebody heard it."
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Post by Nobody on Dec 29, 2014 17:51:08 GMT
Azrael raised an eyebrow. "You are very defensive. But I have a question for you. You're really very gifted, so why didn't you see Burning Man coming?"
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Dec 29, 2014 18:41:06 GMT
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Post by sunter on Dec 29, 2014 18:41:06 GMT
"I am very defensive. That's why I didn't see him or, I suppose it would be more apt to say I didn't acknowledge him." She folded her hands and looked down at the ground. "I never wanted this gift. As long as I can remember, I've done my best to suppress and ignore the visions. Maybe they would go away. I hoped that if they did, I wouldn't have anything to do with the battles to come. A lot of good that did."
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