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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Rain falls gently on the empty clearing and its simple stone altar. It is quiet here in the old forest, aside from the steady hiss of the rain.<br> <br>Cara walks along the wet trail, wearing her jacket across her usual clothing. Sadly, she is soaking wet and she walks up to the altar and checks her possessions. Among them is a small dagger, marked with the initials of her parents. She kneels before the shrine begrudgingly, and places the dagger before the shrine. As the rain pours down, she slowly begins to speak, "I never thought I would have to do this, but I don't really have a choice anymore. Kendrac, i-if you're there, please answer." Her voice trembles for a moment, "I-I have request to ask of you."<br> <br>"Are you sure, child," comes a feminine voice from beside Cara, and a large umbrella is held up to ward off the rain, "My brother, while he means well, can be harsh soap for cleaning a wound." There, holding the umbrella is a curvaceous fox woman, or possibly a man? It is hard to tell. Either way, they are rather impressively fat and wearing a loose robe. Also notable is the vibrant blue and purple fur that covers the curvy vulpine.<br> <br>Cara turns to face the feminine voice, and opens her eyes in surprise, "Um." She stays silent for a moment, completely unsure of how to address Shaila, but she stands up on her two feet and bows anyway, "I-I know, but I honestly wouldn't be here if I didn't need his help." She stands back at her full length and faces Shaila with confidence, "I'm aware that what I'm about to do will probably hurt more, but I don't have a choice. I-I'm not sure I can say this, but it involves certain corrupt influences. I have a feeling that I'm getting involved in something that's over my head and I seek both guidance, and if allowed, aid to take on this threat and to hopefully stop it from harming anyone else."<br> <br>Shaila shakes her head. "I only offer caution, child," Shaila says, "And I counsel patience." She reaches up to caress Cara's face gently. "I could help you, you know," the vulpine spirit says, "I could ease your pain and help you help those who cannot help themselves. My brother's way is not the only way, you know."<br> <br>Cara feels tempted, and the joy of taking care of others would be helpful. She begins to imagine the possibilities. She could have a life of ease, being in charge of an orphanage and helping others who underwent the same troubles as herself. Cara smiles happily for a moment, and then sighs before looking at the vulpine spirit with firm determination, "I'm afraid I don't have a choice anymore. Innocent people are being kidnapped and I can't let that happen. If I have to accept Kendrac's way in order to do it, then I will."<br> <br>Shaila sighs. "Very well child," she says kindly, "but remember, my offer stands. Not every warrior fights with a sword." Then she is gone, along with her umbrella and the warm moment of respite. |
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| + | "I am called and I come," comes a booming voice, back toward the altar. There is a loud, tearing sound and an immense, stag headed being steps from nowhere to stand above the stone altar. Bands and circles of glowing, greenish light swirl across his exposed yellow pelt and clouds of mist puff from his velvety nostrils to rise up through his great antlers. He holds a heavy black staff in his hand with a heavy blade at each end and his gaze lies heavy on Cara.<br> <br>Cara initially begins to bow, but then, she stops for a moment. Then, she proceeds to slowly rise and look up at Kendrac, although her knees are still shaking slightly. Cara proceeds to take a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, before beginning, "I require your aid in the elimination of corrupt influences in this world. Time and time again, I keep running into their servants and every time, they constantly plague me and everyone else they deal with. Normally, I wouldn't want to get involved in this, but ever since the last incident where." She stops and lowers her head in shame, "One of them managed to sway me to point where I attacked one of teammates, I realized that I couldn't handle this on my own. I could have unintentionally killed innocent people if they had a better grip on me." She slowly begins to walk closer, with fervant desperation in her voice, "I'm sick of them constantly forcing others into their view point and now that I know more about their methods, there isn't a doubt on what I have to do." She kneels down once more and continues, "If I have to live as a weapon to stop them, then so be it."<br> <br>The great stag nods slowly. "It behooves the strong to defend the weak," he intones in a deep, powerful voice, "You could be a truly powerful weapon in our fight against the machinations of the Corrupt Cou-" | ||
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| + | He is interrupted by a loud snort from the opposite side of the clearing where an unusual figure leans against a tree. From the waist up he appears to be a handsome Creator male, but from the waist down he has the shaggy hindquarters of a feral goat. "He does not mean that as a metaphor, Cara," the strange figure says, walking daintily across the clearing, "That is all he thinks of those who call on him. Weapons to fight what he calls Corruption!"<br> <br>Cara quickly rises to her feet and she turns around for a moment. "Okay, who are you?" She begins to back away for a moment towards Kendrac. "Uh, Sir Kendrac, if that works with you, do you know who this happens to be?" The feline grits her teeth for a moment as she stares at the new arrival, "Normally I wouldn't ask this, but is he a member of the Corrupt Court?"<br> <br>The new arrival rolls his eyes. "Yes," he moans, "that is what your paragon of virtue there calls us. He divided the court of Spirits. What it really means is Spirits I like and Spirits I don't." | ||
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| + | "Begone foul tempter!" bellows Kendrac, brandishing his staff, "By sacred law I banish thee from this place!" | ||
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| + | The strange satyr only laughs at the intimidating stag spirit. "Yes, Kendrac," he says, "There are sacred laws and you broke them long ago. I am here to offer the supplicant a choice, according to the ancient traditions." Rage seems to bubble off the form of the warrior stag and he opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by the satyr. "Your sisterbrother does not count, Lawkeeper," he says, "That is just you trying to bend the rules again." He turns his back on Kendrac and looks at Cara with square pupilled eyes. "Your proposed patron is an oaf," he says, "And very rude." He gives a debonaire smile and makes a graceful bow. "I am called Olg'Ish, the weaver of ways."<br> <br>Cara glares at the satyr almost immediately and a slight grin begins to cross her face, "Spare the pleasantries. I already know what your ilk did earlier and while they may have been able to stop me from finishing off one of your servants, they won't be able to stop me from allying with Kendrac. After all, nothing you can say will make me forgive them for being trafficking." She begins to walk torward the weaver of ways and stops in a fair distance from him. Underneath her jacket, her gauntlets change from their usual red color to white, "You might as well get used to us being enemies since you burned your chance to convince me the instant one of your cultists used mind control." | ||
Revision as of 04:41, 10 January 2016
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9/1/479
Log
Rain falls gently on the empty clearing and its simple stone altar. It is quiet here in the old forest, aside from the steady hiss of the rain.
Cara walks along the wet trail, wearing her jacket across her usual clothing. Sadly, she is soaking wet and she walks up to the altar and checks her possessions. Among them is a small dagger, marked with the initials of her parents. She kneels before the shrine begrudgingly, and places the dagger before the shrine. As the rain pours down, she slowly begins to speak, "I never thought I would have to do this, but I don't really have a choice anymore. Kendrac, i-if you're there, please answer." Her voice trembles for a moment, "I-I have request to ask of you."
"Are you sure, child," comes a feminine voice from beside Cara, and a large umbrella is held up to ward off the rain, "My brother, while he means well, can be harsh soap for cleaning a wound." There, holding the umbrella is a curvaceous fox woman, or possibly a man? It is hard to tell. Either way, they are rather impressively fat and wearing a loose robe. Also notable is the vibrant blue and purple fur that covers the curvy vulpine.
Cara turns to face the feminine voice, and opens her eyes in surprise, "Um." She stays silent for a moment, completely unsure of how to address Shaila, but she stands up on her two feet and bows anyway, "I-I know, but I honestly wouldn't be here if I didn't need his help." She stands back at her full length and faces Shaila with confidence, "I'm aware that what I'm about to do will probably hurt more, but I don't have a choice. I-I'm not sure I can say this, but it involves certain corrupt influences. I have a feeling that I'm getting involved in something that's over my head and I seek both guidance, and if allowed, aid to take on this threat and to hopefully stop it from harming anyone else."
Shaila shakes her head. "I only offer caution, child," Shaila says, "And I counsel patience." She reaches up to caress Cara's face gently. "I could help you, you know," the vulpine spirit says, "I could ease your pain and help you help those who cannot help themselves. My brother's way is not the only way, you know."
Cara feels tempted, and the joy of taking care of others would be helpful. She begins to imagine the possibilities. She could have a life of ease, being in charge of an orphanage and helping others who underwent the same troubles as herself. Cara smiles happily for a moment, and then sighs before looking at the vulpine spirit with firm determination, "I'm afraid I don't have a choice anymore. Innocent people are being kidnapped and I can't let that happen. If I have to accept Kendrac's way in order to do it, then I will."
Shaila sighs. "Very well child," she says kindly, "but remember, my offer stands. Not every warrior fights with a sword." Then she is gone, along with her umbrella and the warm moment of respite.
"I am called and I come," comes a booming voice, back toward the altar. There is a loud, tearing sound and an immense, stag headed being steps from nowhere to stand above the stone altar. Bands and circles of glowing, greenish light swirl across his exposed yellow pelt and clouds of mist puff from his velvety nostrils to rise up through his great antlers. He holds a heavy black staff in his hand with a heavy blade at each end and his gaze lies heavy on Cara.
Cara initially begins to bow, but then, she stops for a moment. Then, she proceeds to slowly rise and look up at Kendrac, although her knees are still shaking slightly. Cara proceeds to take a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, before beginning, "I require your aid in the elimination of corrupt influences in this world. Time and time again, I keep running into their servants and every time, they constantly plague me and everyone else they deal with. Normally, I wouldn't want to get involved in this, but ever since the last incident where." She stops and lowers her head in shame, "One of them managed to sway me to point where I attacked one of teammates, I realized that I couldn't handle this on my own. I could have unintentionally killed innocent people if they had a better grip on me." She slowly begins to walk closer, with fervant desperation in her voice, "I'm sick of them constantly forcing others into their view point and now that I know more about their methods, there isn't a doubt on what I have to do." She kneels down once more and continues, "If I have to live as a weapon to stop them, then so be it."
The great stag nods slowly. "It behooves the strong to defend the weak," he intones in a deep, powerful voice, "You could be a truly powerful weapon in our fight against the machinations of the Corrupt Cou-"
He is interrupted by a loud snort from the opposite side of the clearing where an unusual figure leans against a tree. From the waist up he appears to be a handsome Creator male, but from the waist down he has the shaggy hindquarters of a feral goat. "He does not mean that as a metaphor, Cara," the strange figure says, walking daintily across the clearing, "That is all he thinks of those who call on him. Weapons to fight what he calls Corruption!"
Cara quickly rises to her feet and she turns around for a moment. "Okay, who are you?" She begins to back away for a moment towards Kendrac. "Uh, Sir Kendrac, if that works with you, do you know who this happens to be?" The feline grits her teeth for a moment as she stares at the new arrival, "Normally I wouldn't ask this, but is he a member of the Corrupt Court?"
The new arrival rolls his eyes. "Yes," he moans, "that is what your paragon of virtue there calls us. He divided the court of Spirits. What it really means is Spirits I like and Spirits I don't."
"Begone foul tempter!" bellows Kendrac, brandishing his staff, "By sacred law I banish thee from this place!"
The strange satyr only laughs at the intimidating stag spirit. "Yes, Kendrac," he says, "There are sacred laws and you broke them long ago. I am here to offer the supplicant a choice, according to the ancient traditions." Rage seems to bubble off the form of the warrior stag and he opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by the satyr. "Your sisterbrother does not count, Lawkeeper," he says, "That is just you trying to bend the rules again." He turns his back on Kendrac and looks at Cara with square pupilled eyes. "Your proposed patron is an oaf," he says, "And very rude." He gives a debonaire smile and makes a graceful bow. "I am called Olg'Ish, the weaver of ways."
Cara glares at the satyr almost immediately and a slight grin begins to cross her face, "Spare the pleasantries. I already know what your ilk did earlier and while they may have been able to stop me from finishing off one of your servants, they won't be able to stop me from allying with Kendrac. After all, nothing you can say will make me forgive them for being trafficking." She begins to walk torward the weaver of ways and stops in a fair distance from him. Underneath her jacket, her gauntlets change from their usual red color to white, "You might as well get used to us being enemies since you burned your chance to convince me the instant one of your cultists used mind control."
