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Amaterasu was flush against the wall of her cell. Her staff was taken, as well as her books and the dagger she kept on her, just in case. Her black robes were torn, and she was nursing her right arm. A young Solacious guard constantly keeping an eye on her. At the moment, she would have ti say he was her only friend there, even if he was only doing it to stop the two guards who took her from Ictus from preventing an atrocity, because they thought she was unbeinglike. That she didnt deserve proper treatment. Thankfully, the most they did was beat her and tear her robes, her cloak, long destroyed with a sneer. The poor girl was visibly shaken, though. Reluctant to talk to the guard as he watched her with vigilance mixed with Pity. At least she thanked him for saving her. Other then that incident, though, she was treated rather fairly. Her arm was looked at to ensure nothing was broken, and the bruises had healed a day ago. She looked like herself again, if she had a sprained arm and tattered robes.

The guard suddenly walks out for the room for a bit, closing the door behind him. There's some talking, loud enough to ripple mumbles through the door but not to hear what is being made out. Coins clink a few times, and then laughter. He never returns, Jera taking his place back in the room, a heavy cloak drawn around him not obscuring the glowing factals rippled through his fur. He looks you over for a while and then frowns, trying hard not to snarl. "So it's true then. I can sense Pyrrah all over you."

Amaterasu looks up, seeing her new guard. She meeps, shrinking into the corner of her cell. "I-i'm sorry..." she whispered the girl pulling her knees to her chest and hugging them "T-they promised they could heal me... Assured me my illness wouldn't take me..." she sniffled softly, the poor arctic fox visibly shaking "I-I wanted to be whole again... To not be afraid of going out anymore..." She drew what remained of her robes about her, "I'm sorry..."

Jera locks the door behind him and then stares for a moment, his ears perked. He could not tell if you were lying. But to him, it didn't seem to matter at all. The kit fox walks slowly over to Amaterasu with his bladestaff in hand. "If you really want to be cleaned of the corruption I can." He kneels down, and removes his wide, flowing cloak and then lays it over her form. "Only if you want to."

Amaterasu wanted to nod... but she was scared. "Would it hurt?" were the first words in response, then a second question came "Would I remain as I am now? Healthy, able? Or will it purge everything, leaving me sick and frail once more... I-if it does, and I become as inept as I was before... I dont think I could survive... Not against her wrath..." she shudderd fear creeping more and more over her. Just Pyrrah's presence scared her into a deathlike calm... Her anger would kill the poor girl.

"I'm not going to lie to you." Jera's brow furrows for a moment. "I don't know what will happen. I only just got this power not long ago and I did it for my home and for you." The kit fox slowly nuzzles Amaterasu on the cheek and slides an arm around her shoulder, tingles running up his fur so close in contact with a dedicant of the Corrupt Court. "I can promise that I will be here for you."

Amaterasu shudders, wrapping her arms about him as she laid her head on his chest. A soft whimpering coming from her as she gave her assent. "I'm scared, Jera..." she sobs softly "She's so powerful... I dont want to die... but... what if you get hurt because of me? What if..." she cuts off with a choked sob holding him tighter "D-do it..."

Jera leans in and silences the arctic fox with a deep, passionate kiss, even as he pulls the frightened girl closer until the black blade of his bladestaff grazes her side. He holds still all the while, nuzzling, offering all the support he can during the cleansing.

Amaterasu stiffens a bit surprised at the sudden kiss, then she felt the bladestaff graze her and everything hurt, like her body was burning for the better half of a minute. Her skin, in this time plumped up a bit, the fine-carving of her bones shifted to a more natural curvature. The feeling of uneasiness left her, and she looked and felt more natural now then she did before. In fact, her body actually shrunk a bit. going from an average 5' 4" to a smaller 4’ 8". Her endowments didnt change, much, she still kept her d-cups and the curve of her hips kept the hourglass. Her back shone lightly, the silver pattern of the arm breaking in multiple places, the fingers being the most prominent. They no longer grasped at her back, showing her break from the Old one, but the discoloration still remained, showing that she did in fact dedicate at one point in time. When the change was complete, she lay against Jera, her body still sensitive, registering input as needles pricking her. "M-my back itches..." she tried to giggle attempting to brush away the serious feeling of dread, and anger. It was fleeting, but she could tell the old one was displeased.

Jera watches the transformation and is amazed that the transformation even affects height, though as Amaterasu's form changes his hands end up holding just under the arctic fox's assets. His tail curls around her waist and holds her snug until it all ends, his fingers rubbing slowly over at the exposed patches in the clothing as if to help that itch. "D-Do you feel anything wrong?" He asks, unsure.

Amaterasu nods softly "Anger... She's angry. Angry at Kendrac, angry at me..." she trails off ignoring the feeling of pins pushing into her back "It's frightening... I do mot expect a quite lifenfor a while..."

"I'll protect you. If you let me." Jera adds quietly, trying to soothe Amaterasu's fur with gentle strokes and mingling his tail around hers, leaning in and planting a kiss on her forehead.

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 =Participants=
-* [[Angus]]
+* [[Amaterasu]]
-* [[Falx]]
+* [[Jera]]
-* [[Issi]]
-* [[Kurzon]]
-* [[Rixo]]
-* [[Selena]]
-* [[Sveta]]
 =Date=
-/11/476
+/5/477
 =Log=
-<div></div><br> <br>With the onset of winter, the coastal swamps are muted. While they don't freeze over, the cold has nevertheless quietened things down considerably as most of the swamp fauna has gone into hibernation.
+<div></div><br> <br>Amaterasu was flush against the wall of her cell. Her staff was taken, as well as her books and the dagger she kept on her, just in case. Her black robes were torn, and she was nursing her right arm. A young Solacious guard constantly keeping an eye on her. At the moment, she would have ti say he was her only friend there, even if he was only doing it to stop the two guards who took her from Ictus from preventing an atrocity, because they thought she was unbeinglike. That she didnt deserve proper treatment. Thankfully, the most they did was beat her and tear her robes, her cloak, long destroyed with a sneer. The poor girl was visibly shaken, though. Reluctant to talk to the guard as he watched her with vigilance mixed with Pity. At least she thanked him for saving her. Other then that incident, though, she was treated rather fairly. Her arm was looked at to ensure nothing was broken, and the bruises had healed a day ago. She looked like herself again, if she had a sprained arm and tattered robes.<br> <br>The guard suddenly walks out for the room for a bit, closing the door behind him. There's some talking, loud enough to ripple mumbles through the door but not to hear what is being made out. Coins clink a few times, and then laughter. He never returns, Jera taking his place back in the room, a heavy cloak drawn around him not obscuring the glowing factals rippled through his fur. He looks you over for a while and then frowns, trying hard not to snarl. "So it's true then. I can sense Pyrrah all over you."<br> <br>Amaterasu looks up, seeing her new guard. She meeps, shrinking into the corner of her cell. "I-i'm sorry..." she whispered the girl pulling her knees to her chest and hugging them "T-they promised they could heal me... Assured me my illness wouldn't take me..." she sniffled softly, the poor arctic fox visibly shaking "I-I wanted to be whole again... To not be afraid of going out anymore..." She drew what remained of her robes about her, "I'm sorry..."<br> <br>Jera locks the door behind him and then stares for a moment, his ears perked. He could not tell if you were lying. But to him, it didn't seem to matter at all. The kit fox walks slowly over to Amaterasu with his bladestaff in hand. "If you really want to be cleaned of the corruption I can." He kneels down, and removes his wide, flowing cloak and then lays it over her form. "Only if you want to."<br> <br>Amaterasu wanted to nod... but she was scared. "Would it hurt?" were the first words in response, then a second question came "Would I remain as I am now? Healthy, able? Or will it purge everything, leaving me sick and frail once more... I-if it does, and I become as inept as I was before... I dont think I could survive... Not against her wrath..." she shudderd fear creeping more and more over her. Just Pyrrah's presence scared her into a deathlike calm... Her anger would kill the poor girl.<br> <br>"I'm not going to lie to you." Jera's brow furrows for a moment. "I don't know what will happen. I only just got this power not long ago and I did it for my home and for you." The kit fox slowly nuzzles Amaterasu on the cheek and slides an arm around her shoulder, tingles running up his fur so close in contact with a dedicant of the Corrupt Court. "I can promise that I will be here for you."<br> <br>Amaterasu shudders, wrapping her arms about him as she laid her head on his chest. A soft whimpering coming from her as she gave her assent. "I'm scared, Jera..." she sobs softly "She's so powerful... I dont want to die... but... what if you get hurt because of me? What if..." she cuts off with a choked sob holding him tighter "D-do it..."<br> <br>Jera leans in and silences the arctic fox with a deep, passionate kiss, even as he pulls the frightened girl closer until the black blade of his bladestaff grazes her side. He holds still all the while, nuzzling, offering all the support he can during the cleansing.<br> <br>Amaterasu stiffens a bit surprised at the sudden kiss, then she felt the bladestaff graze her and everything hurt, like her body was burning for the better half of a minute. Her skin, in this time plumped up a bit, the fine-carving of her bones shifted to a more natural curvature. The feeling of uneasiness left her, and she looked and felt more natural now then she did before. In fact, her body actually shrunk a bit. going from an average 5' 4" to a smaller 4’ 8". Her endowments didnt change, much, she still kept her d-cups and the curve of her hips kept the hourglass. Her back shone lightly, the silver pattern of the arm breaking in multiple places, the fingers being the most prominent. They no longer grasped at her back, showing her break from the Old one, but the discoloration still remained, showing that she did in fact dedicate at one point in time. When the change was complete, she lay against Jera, her body still sensitive, registering input as needles pricking her. "M-my back itches..." she tried to giggle attempting to brush away the serious feeling of dread, and anger. It was fleeting, but she could tell the old one was displeased.<br> <br>Jera watches the transformation and is amazed that the transformation even affects height, though as Amaterasu's form changes his hands end up holding just under the arctic fox's assets. His tail curls around her waist and holds her snug until it all ends, his fingers rubbing slowly over at the exposed patches in the clothing as if to help that itch. "D-Do you feel anything wrong?" He asks, unsure.<br> <br>Amaterasu nods softly "Anger... She's angry. Angry at Kendrac, angry at me..." she trails off ignoring the feeling of pins pushing into her back "It's frightening... I do mot expect a quite lifenfor a while..."<br> <br>"I'll protect you. If you let me." Jera adds quietly, trying to soothe Amaterasu's fur with gentle strokes and mingling his tail around hers, leaning in and planting a kiss on her forehead.[[Category:RPLogs]]
-Today, a group of academicians has gathered at a certain spot in the deep mire, under heavy guard by a contingent of hired swords and rangers alike. There doesn't seem to be anyone distinctly in charge - at least, not with the way they've begun squabbling over how to best deal with the sundered stone altar that until recently was a dedication point.<br> <br>Rixo shuffles up towards the group and tugs her helmet off, tucking it under her arm as she watches the debate. "So. I'm assuming this is the place, then. Intellectuals always argue when they get together."<br> <br>Staff in hand Angus approaches, his new golem following doggedly behind him through the rough terrain. "Good evening everyone, I assume we are here for that?" He asks of no one in particular as he points to wards the destroyed dedication point, giving Rixo a tip of the hat in greeting as his golem slides up behind him and stands idly.<br> <br>Kurzon's pressence is one that should have perhaps been expected, certainly his manner and mindset have always drawn him to this place.  With his cloak pulled up and his armor  fastened and girded against the cold, he is as often a ebon monoilith standing tall amidst beings.  His golden gaze upon the ruins, his notebook open before him , the cowl of his cloak lit by burning lines of force that speak of his desire to purge and see  more assistance in purging evil be brought forth.
-"I am ready when you come to a consensus, having sketched the pieces I can see, we can perhaps speculate on the arrangement and repairs.<br> <br>"<br> <br>Issi slogs though the bog towards the shattered artefact, thinking that now she's more ready to face what's here. She has a little knowledge of spellcraft, for now she is just here to make sure nothing further happens. Signing to the group of squabblers. (This is not the time nor the place for this.)<br> <br>"There is a great difference between arguments and debates," Falx intones to Rixo as he approaches, "though this seems more of the former." He mainly returned because of his presence before, as well as his more than passing interest in creator technology. He gives a quick glance to Angus and his golem as well as one to Kurzon and Issi. His gaze fixes on Kurzon a moment when he states, "Repairs may not be as simple as placing parts where they belong, there could easily be more involved." He then looks to the artifact, simply stating, "Would it not be best for someone knowledgable in the appropriate fields to provide insight as to the first step in reparation?"<br> <br>Selena sighs quietly as she makes her way through the swamp, laughing quietly at the 'discourse'. Angus's golem prompts a somewhat suprised look from the wolfess, then an almost slightly disappointed one when she recognises the fox responsible for it. "Angus, I didn't realise you were making these things too." She greets, looking about for a moment. "And Rixo, I haven't seen you in a very long time. Have you been all right?"
-Turning her attention to the wreckage itself, she shakes her head in response to the wasp - "Frankly, I think it'd be ill-advised to reconstruct any dedication site here of all places. Better to record the math used and build one elsewhere, so a certain old one can't just take it again."<br> <br>"This thing is clearly damaged beyond all use. We should write it off completely and forget that we ever took the time to come out here."
-"There's the matter of Creator Steel! Besides, even if it's beyond salvaging, could it not be studied to see how it was -"
-"I'm not comfortable with having that thing around me. Have you read the reports on how it ended up this way?"
-"But...creator steel!"
-The back and forth is aggravating, but at least Selena's presence and words have a little more clout than the average being's would. At least, everyone seems to agree that trying to recreate it here would be quite silly, and that it should be studied in further detail, but the rest is up in the air. Perhaps someone should examine the wrecked artifact in closer detail, and then perhaps devise a plan as to what to do. These poor fellows simply don't - but that's the problem with fieldwork without a clearly-defined goal.<br> <br>Rixo smiles at Selana and nods. "Yes, it has been a while! I decided to wander for a bit, as usual, but I am back now! And I have been well, yes." She looks over at the researchers and shrugs to herself, content to let them speak amongst themselves for now.<br> <br>Angus turns to face Selena as she speaks. "Ya, Sierra helped me create this Golem....I've been messing around ever since." He smiles a bit before he focuses back on the problem at hand, stepping up to the dedication point to study it. "Why not just carry it back? Get a few carts, and a lot of strong backs."<br> <br>Kurzon's expression is thankfully unreadable in his cowl as he looks back at the wasp.  But rather than waste energy or time he moves on, taking the slight with stoicism.  Instead he uses the time and energy to continue the examination he'd begun when he started sketching, now taking a moment to label or describe the remaining parts in his notes.  "There is much I don't recognise at a glance, we will need to examine this at length to decide how to make repairs, I pray we can even fabricate replacements for some of these finer parts.  If we are to attempt dissassembly, we must be careful in the cataloguing of parts and connection points and order of arrangement."<br> <br>Issi just shakes her head, where or when this thing is repaired will be moot, if it still carries Old One influence. Even if it doesn't right now, Selena is right, building it here wouldn't help. She walks as close to the broken shards as she could, taking out her staff just in case. Maybe this will be the time where the pact comes in handy.<br> <br>Falx listens to the bickering and shakes his head. "Spellcraft is only part of this equation," he states directly. "As we are dealing with a Creator Artifact, someone knowledgable in such a field will be needed as well." He glances around, then asks, "Why is no Priest of such present for these dealings?" He shakes his head and looks to the artifact. However, he is unable to get a good enough idea of what he's actually looking at at the moment." Perhaps I could get a closer, maybe more in-depth, look, if that would be possible?"<br> <br>Selena shakes her head as the suggestion is made to carry it back -- "Angus, the problem with that is one, this is a swamp. Two, carrying a full dedication spot like this out would necessitate completely destroying it. That said, more of the math on this wreck is illegible than not, and some is corrupted in its own right." She replies, moving in a bit further to get a closer look at the remaining magic. "For the purposes of this, Falx, I'd treat this as a broken spell, if only to avoid unnecessary zealotry - if a priest is present, then I expect they'd have said their piece already. Dedication points are artifacts, yes, but they aren't as poorly documented as the workings of the creator machines. This IS a spell, for all intents and purposes - just a very complicated one that I wouldn't want to tamper with if I valued my skin."

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