Solo Shot for the Sky; Stuck on the Ground

[Jibril Keenan]

Time: 13th of Spring, 513 AV In the past weeks, Jibril failed to deposit even half of his university fees in order for him to continue his studies in the Zeltiva School. This was a fault of a trickster who persuaded or rather tricked him to buying a so called “Cold-Grey”. It was curse… Hundred souls of pirates and sailors victims of accidental ship wrecks their cries can be heard of anyone who will be the next’s owner of this magical silver scythe. They may aid you in your daily dilemmas or may turn you into them. Come on, try it. I got the feeling that tonight’s going to be a good night… For you! Jibril stepped back. He didn’t like the spookiness the oldie man was projecting, the tone of him creep his spirit. His other eye gazing the spectacles of the man and his widening eyes, the other was on the weapon wrapped in bandages of soiled dirty white. The length of it and the weight looked like it was a real one. Though he objected to touch the thing, Jibril felt curious. In the end, he paid for it with a discount price of 60 Gold Miza. It goes with a free metal collar and simple earrings accessory. The salesman disappeared at once, it was eerie, Jib rotated his head a few chimes then the man was out of sight. He inspected the long weapon unwrapping it. Jibril can’t believe he was been scammed. He thought of it, even wiping the fake silver material. It was an iron mixture same with the metal collar and earrings. The accessory must be for kelvics. On the other hand, the earrings were simplest of its kind. How did it happen to him? It can’t be. He regretted throwing out his suspicion. No wonder, he was been victimize by fraud. His not fond of silver, jewelries or magic items, It seemed he was been hypnotize. No matter what, he didn’t want to think any of what happened. More weeks passed and the day came forward. The school itself got no choice but to kick him off his free space inside the campus. One of his friends brought out the money he did lend him. The remaining money he should be using for his schooling. Though it was too late, he lost his self motivation to enroll again. All he needed was a rest and a break in his life filled of stress. Jib carried his backpack waving farewells to his schoolmates. He promised to come back soon. His hoping he’ll be okay right away so that he can come back again to studying at the prestigious university. First he should find a stable source of income. Second and next priority was to face his past which partly includes his family. Jibril loitered around the city streets with his simple attire. Soul searching in the streets wasn’t a good idea. Passing the East street, he was been robbed by a fugitive can be considered as an expert thief. It doesn’t mean he didn’t catch him somehow his advance stealer already. Jib concluded him to be one because his pocket wasn’t ripped off or been cut. A former thief, of course, he would be alerted easily if someone was doing the larceny. That time, he was perhaps unfortunate or maybe just careless to be off guard. Adding the fact that his out of his mind. What will him going to do? The young man freaked out, produced a soft moan while strolling his way to the dock for a fresh air. In all the places, the bay was his favorite. It gave him joy and relaxation to escape the negativity of his own. The place was also good for practicing the craft of Reimancy. Though, he doesn’t have plans of using them at the moment especially in his state of depression. The shore wasn’t that busy at that time. Jib yet so disappointed of the wasted mizas and what was been stolen from him. And now, he held with him, the scythe and the collar which was at the right of his hand. His backpack contained nothing but food trash, cans and empty packages of yesterday’s begged food remains. He was hardly dizzy and dominated by fatigue when he arrived at the city dock at last.

[Jibril Keenan]

Continuation: The Dock Scene The young man yawned. It was the middle of the night, 13th night of spring season. His heavy eyelids closing some as sign of tiring. He can’t deny his almost asleep. He should have listened to a roaming fisherman folk when he told him to rest since his looking not well. Jib proceeded in his walking. He spotted an isolated place distance from the docks. No one will disturb him in that place. It was the end side of the shoreline. Almost no boats were present there unlike the earlier post. He can see the merry lights from the opposite. Jib sat his butt in the sands for awhile. It was fine and pulverized. He laid his back in a rock formation. Hmmm… Hmmm… Hmmm… The lad humming a lonely tone very slow tempo, his feet relaxed stretched parallel to the ground. He placed his bag under the cracks of the smooth cold black boulders together with the scythe. Jib portrayed a displeasing facial reaction upon seeing the scythe. Not that it reminded him, him being fooled and stupidity. The same type of weapon also was used to kill his beloved Obri. Turning away from the buried items concealed in the cracks under a giant boulder, his gaze switched to the rare designed collar. Jibril bend his knees then he paused flipping it back and forth. He fitted the strap and surprised a bit that it was slightly malleable or bendable. It was made maybe in special components, obviously iron or metal with the same hardness can’t be bend over. He unfastened his pants, unbuttoned his top. Tossed all his clothes only his under garments to stay. Jibril ran and dive through the waters. It was fun nevertheless the water is freezy. He moved his arms and legs, freestyle swimming to deeper part. The waves were crashing to him after a few of straight paddling and beating the water. He stopped when he observed his going too far. Series of waves rode forcing him to swum a different direction. The young man attempted to dive below the waters dodging those waves. Apparently, his losing his breathe and worst of it the current kept on messing up with his course. He emitted his last carbon dioxide, making tiny bubbles evaporating to the surface.

[Jibril Keenan]

Last Part: My Nightmare... The Truth... and a New Life... Sunlight woke him up, his body topped with scattered number of seaweeds. Vomiting amount of salt water before choking shakily then he recovered rising from his deep unconsciousness to sitting. He was dressed with a dirty white or light grayish cloak. The earrings as well were pierce in his other outer ear. What was this? Where this came from? Whoever wore these earrings will be beheaded by my rage. I’m not wearing earrings!! Jibril squeezed his right eye. His entire body ached, his eyes were swelling, and his hands trailed the sands to support his position. Meters from him, a bunch of Zeltiva citizens were running noisily, “Did they said somebody was found death?! Let’s go! Let’s see who it was!” It seemed they didn’t notice him and they just passed him by. They didn’t even bothered to take glances and helped him out. Jibril tried to stand on his own; it got him five attempts before succeeding. It was not hard for him to chase the group of friends since they run sort like a jog. “Ewww…” “Awww… Pity the guy…” “Did anyone saw him the other night?” “Closed your eyes, darling. I don’t want you to see this awful scene.” Shy by his looks, his weirdo outfit, he coughed silently gesturing the around chattering mobs to make a way. Jibril rolled his eyes, they were ignoring him. Some of them were dispersing, as long as he got the opportunity he quickly jumped in front of the crowd. What… It must be… No… No… It can’t be…

[Paragon]

Jibril Keenan

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Swimming	1

Lores

•	Lore Earned
•	Victim of Fraud
•	Crossing the Veil
•	Taken by Death

Other: + Scythe, - 60 GM

Legend Becomes Reality

This was really confusing and I was once again unsure whether to even award grading. Was he a ghost - had he died? If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, please send me a PM and we can work from there.