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Re: The Never King (dragoon93041)
An odd sense of deja vu washed over Nesak as he drew closer to the gleaming object that had appeared to him in his dream. This place felt familiar, almost like a second home, or perhaps a true home depending on how he felt about his failing tribe's present encampment. The air seemed to crackle, whether with his own nervous tension or some subtle power was hard to say, and as he crouched down he got a better look at the object.
It was a pendant made out of some silvery metal, a chain made out of similar material. There was a white gemstone set into the diamond shaped amulet, and something seemed to swirl within the stone as his fingers drew nearer. Despite lying on the ground in the midst of a swamp, the amulet seemed to be completely clean of the grime one might expect, but as his fingers glanced against it the kobold seized suddenly. His vision went white in a flash, his gaze clouding over and his other senses going numb. A ringing filled his ears, and then there was a crack.... And then he was in a chamber in the depths of a cave, looking down from a set of stones steps onto a circle carved in the very bones of Donevrion that contained a white glowing gem.
The gem, like the one in the amulet, was filled with a mysterious glowing mist that seemed to swirl with no perceptible cause. It was a roughly hewn crystal, jagged and with numerous sharp edges, quite unlike the carefully carved stone his fingers had graced before he had received the vision. The air in the cave seemed to hum with power, a barely contained energy that called to Nesak; he could feel the presence of the god who had chosen him so acutely here that it was like a physical entity, like he was face to face with Sadim himself.
Unfortunately for Nesak, the euphoria was all too brief, for he could only bask in it for a moment and perhaps observe the pale glow cast upon the yellow and white stone from which the cave had been formed before his vision retreated. He wound at impossible speed through blackened corridors, lined with defenses to protect the chamber that he had observed, and then zoomed out into the open air. The entrance to the cave was on the cliff face of a massive mountain face, in the eye socket of what looked like the head of a snarling wolf or wolfir viewed from the angle from which he now perceived it. The sun was setting behind it, casting a striking fiery glow across the surface of the stone that made the wolf-head mountain appear golden.
Then he was flying, zooming across a stretch of dense jungle that rolled up and down beneath his gaze. A series of massive lakes interconnected by countless rivers, the stretches of land among them like an archipelago as the miniature sea stretched out below him. Then more forests, sparser than any he had ever seen, before a massive dip let out into dense plains covered in grasses taller than he was by twice or more. Great beasts stomped across the land below, flattening some stretches of golden and crimson and viridian but devouring others while other beasts stalked them from the cover of the grasses. This at least Nesak had heard of; the great plains, far to the Northwest, where the gargantuans still roamed and even the wolfir could no claim dominion over the lands. Then came more familiar looking stretches of woodlands, including a pause over a great encampment of wolfir bearing a black banner, and then swamps that were all too familiar... And then Nesak was looking down at himself... And then he was crouched down, in his own body once more, the amulet's chain looped through his fingers and the gem-bearing locket resting in his palm.
Nesak: HP = 43, PP = 44, EP = 77/95, Status = Fine
Pawn: 40 Body, 10 Mind, 35 Speed
NPCs
Groumet, Chieftain of the Goldbloods
Reyna, Wife of the Chieftain
Breket, Warleader and First Son of Groumet
Phaeron, Shamanborn and Second Son of Groumet
Roruk the Coward, Third Son of Groumet prefers Roruk the Reasonable
Engren, Warrior and Fourth Son of Groumet
Ingta, Only Daughter of Groumet, twin with Engren
Verein, Great Hunter and Fifth Son of Groumet
Borss the Slovenly, Sixth Son of Groumet
Derng, Chieftain's Guard
(Will get text colors when they fucking earn them D:< )
Gors
Fink
Negglen
Shrund
Krog
Nelsa
Reyng
Delsim
Aandloo
Pawn: 40 Body, 10 Mind, 35 Speed
NPCs
Groumet, Chieftain of the Goldbloods
Reyna, Wife of the Chieftain
Breket, Warleader and First Son of Groumet
Phaeron, Shamanborn and Second Son of Groumet
Roruk the Coward, Third Son of Groumet prefers Roruk the Reasonable
Engren, Warrior and Fourth Son of Groumet
Ingta, Only Daughter of Groumet, twin with Engren
Verein, Great Hunter and Fifth Son of Groumet
Borss the Slovenly, Sixth Son of Groumet
Derng, Chieftain's Guard
(Will get text colors when they fucking earn them D:< )
Gors
Fink
Negglen
Shrund
Krog
Nelsa
Reyng
Delsim
Aandloo
An odd sense of deja vu washed over Nesak as he drew closer to the gleaming object that had appeared to him in his dream. This place felt familiar, almost like a second home, or perhaps a true home depending on how he felt about his failing tribe's present encampment. The air seemed to crackle, whether with his own nervous tension or some subtle power was hard to say, and as he crouched down he got a better look at the object.
It was a pendant made out of some silvery metal, a chain made out of similar material. There was a white gemstone set into the diamond shaped amulet, and something seemed to swirl within the stone as his fingers drew nearer. Despite lying on the ground in the midst of a swamp, the amulet seemed to be completely clean of the grime one might expect, but as his fingers glanced against it the kobold seized suddenly. His vision went white in a flash, his gaze clouding over and his other senses going numb. A ringing filled his ears, and then there was a crack.... And then he was in a chamber in the depths of a cave, looking down from a set of stones steps onto a circle carved in the very bones of Donevrion that contained a white glowing gem.
The gem, like the one in the amulet, was filled with a mysterious glowing mist that seemed to swirl with no perceptible cause. It was a roughly hewn crystal, jagged and with numerous sharp edges, quite unlike the carefully carved stone his fingers had graced before he had received the vision. The air in the cave seemed to hum with power, a barely contained energy that called to Nesak; he could feel the presence of the god who had chosen him so acutely here that it was like a physical entity, like he was face to face with Sadim himself.
Unfortunately for Nesak, the euphoria was all too brief, for he could only bask in it for a moment and perhaps observe the pale glow cast upon the yellow and white stone from which the cave had been formed before his vision retreated. He wound at impossible speed through blackened corridors, lined with defenses to protect the chamber that he had observed, and then zoomed out into the open air. The entrance to the cave was on the cliff face of a massive mountain face, in the eye socket of what looked like the head of a snarling wolf or wolfir viewed from the angle from which he now perceived it. The sun was setting behind it, casting a striking fiery glow across the surface of the stone that made the wolf-head mountain appear golden.
Then he was flying, zooming across a stretch of dense jungle that rolled up and down beneath his gaze. A series of massive lakes interconnected by countless rivers, the stretches of land among them like an archipelago as the miniature sea stretched out below him. Then more forests, sparser than any he had ever seen, before a massive dip let out into dense plains covered in grasses taller than he was by twice or more. Great beasts stomped across the land below, flattening some stretches of golden and crimson and viridian but devouring others while other beasts stalked them from the cover of the grasses. This at least Nesak had heard of; the great plains, far to the Northwest, where the gargantuans still roamed and even the wolfir could no claim dominion over the lands. Then came more familiar looking stretches of woodlands, including a pause over a great encampment of wolfir bearing a black banner, and then swamps that were all too familiar... And then Nesak was looking down at himself... And then he was crouched down, in his own body once more, the amulet's chain looped through his fingers and the gem-bearing locket resting in his palm.
