Post by Spooks on May 20, 2010 14:16:52 GMT -5
Thraden sat with his back against a tree north of Waymoot, cleaning the blood from his blade mumbling a prayer quietly to Tempus, still contemplating to himself.
'Mithika is becoming more and more draconic, and I know that she probably couldn't stop it, even if she wanted to.' he said aloud, to noone. 'It's not that I care if she'll grow claws, or wings, or sneeze fire, or whatever else happens... well a tail might start making things a bit wierd.'
He pauses as his panther, Arc returns his maw covered in bright red blood, still fresh from a kill. He rubs the cats head firmly, congratulating him in a soft tone, while the beast licks its lips clean, and begins to clean itself.
'You know what I mean, right Arc? I mean she's gonna live a -long- time. And though she may grow scales to make her tough... how could I keep going, knowing that she's going to have to watch me grow old and die, while she is still young, and unable to stop it..." He says, looking to Arc imploringly, to which the cat responds by pointedly ignoring him to complete its bath.
"Undeath isn't an option... I doubt the connection to the woods to be able to plead to the forest to help extend my life... and I doubt I'd be lucky enough to have some sort of blood in my veins that'd but myself and Mith on the same page of life span... What else lives long... Elves do... kind of, though not as long as dragons."
He lets his head sink forward, completely at a loss for a solution. Sighing, he sheathes his cleaned blade and mumbles another prayer, before nodding off to sleep, hoping for some guidance from his Deity.
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He stood on an expansive battlefield, fresh corpses littering the ground around him. He drew is own weapon and shield, though the nearby combatants were too engaged in their own fights to notice him.
He looked up, upon a cliff a short distance away and noticed a tall man, whose armor was thoroughly worn and battle scarred, blood soaking most of it, and his face obscured the helmet.
He can feel his body grow stronger as the man gazed toward him. He takes a few steps toward the deity, and before he realizes it, he is kneeling at Tempus' feet, and though no words are exchanged, there is an understanding and Tempus slowly walks away from him, straight into the midst of a heavy outbreak of bloody violence.
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Thraden awoke with a start and looked around at the now darkened woods. I he sighed and noted that Arc had probably departed, and returned to the forest to rest.
Opting to skip the Caravan, he walks... and slowly but surely realizes as he visits familiar towns that for some reason, he was asleep alot longer than a few hours...
'Mithika is becoming more and more draconic, and I know that she probably couldn't stop it, even if she wanted to.' he said aloud, to noone. 'It's not that I care if she'll grow claws, or wings, or sneeze fire, or whatever else happens... well a tail might start making things a bit wierd.'
He pauses as his panther, Arc returns his maw covered in bright red blood, still fresh from a kill. He rubs the cats head firmly, congratulating him in a soft tone, while the beast licks its lips clean, and begins to clean itself.
'You know what I mean, right Arc? I mean she's gonna live a -long- time. And though she may grow scales to make her tough... how could I keep going, knowing that she's going to have to watch me grow old and die, while she is still young, and unable to stop it..." He says, looking to Arc imploringly, to which the cat responds by pointedly ignoring him to complete its bath.
"Undeath isn't an option... I doubt the connection to the woods to be able to plead to the forest to help extend my life... and I doubt I'd be lucky enough to have some sort of blood in my veins that'd but myself and Mith on the same page of life span... What else lives long... Elves do... kind of, though not as long as dragons."
He lets his head sink forward, completely at a loss for a solution. Sighing, he sheathes his cleaned blade and mumbles another prayer, before nodding off to sleep, hoping for some guidance from his Deity.
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He stood on an expansive battlefield, fresh corpses littering the ground around him. He drew is own weapon and shield, though the nearby combatants were too engaged in their own fights to notice him.
He looked up, upon a cliff a short distance away and noticed a tall man, whose armor was thoroughly worn and battle scarred, blood soaking most of it, and his face obscured the helmet.
He can feel his body grow stronger as the man gazed toward him. He takes a few steps toward the deity, and before he realizes it, he is kneeling at Tempus' feet, and though no words are exchanged, there is an understanding and Tempus slowly walks away from him, straight into the midst of a heavy outbreak of bloody violence.
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Thraden awoke with a start and looked around at the now darkened woods. I he sighed and noted that Arc had probably departed, and returned to the forest to rest.
Opting to skip the Caravan, he walks... and slowly but surely realizes as he visits familiar towns that for some reason, he was asleep alot longer than a few hours...