by Wrenmae on July 13th, 2011, 9:27 am
A cool wind crept along the pass, raising the ends of Wrenmae and Vhanet's hair. Dancing, they fell back along their respective foreheads as the icy grip of Kalea crept into their veins. Wrenmae looked away from her, ahead to the spiderweb of crevasses and paths scattered in the rock face. Somewhere there was the remnants of a wagon.
Somewhere there were two bodies.
When Vhanet's lips brushed his hear, he flinched, suddenly unsure of where he was or what he was doing. Inside him, a little boy sickly and afraid ran to that wagon down one of these paths, ran and sobbed his mistakes to the cold blue sky.
"Hypnotism is dangerous," he muttered in answer, smiling softly at her advances "Most have gone mad under its influence, are you sure you want to learn?" She was beautiful, exotic bronzed skin and ample curves swaying sensuously inside a layer of furs. Maybe he would lay with her tonight, maybe not. He was young, too young to be thinking about the far future. Children grew up somewhere, smiling somewhere, laughing somewhere. Maybe Kit was happy today, maybe she was practicing reimancy. So many unanswered questions, mere ghosts upon his consciousness.
Seidaku had always said magic was like a sword, that one could use it to protect or to hurt and more often it was used for the latter. Could one blame magic for the tragedies of the world? A thousand mistakes and overgivings?
Perhaps it was true that magic was, in a sense, evil. A sword can be used to protect, but only by harming...in the end a blade was always a weapon...so was magic.
But he wanted to know more, desired to have more.
Kit would understand perhaps, although she likely didn't know.
Stiffening his back against the carriage seat he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He breathed the Kalea range, the ghosts of his past and the shades of his future. After a moment he looked to Vhanet again and grinned, slipping a hand into her furs and round her waist.
There was mischief in his eyes.
"There will be time to learn what we want," he said quietly, a private conversation for only them, "But if you're cold, perhaps I can lend you some of my heat before we part our ways."
Darkness came swiftly on the mountain and Wrenmae set his tent a ways away from the rest, from Brunswick, from the caravan master. He shared a short meal with the rest of them, laughed and told stories of the ranges and mountains that moved before taking his early leave. His tent was cavernous to him, easily size enough to fit more than just himself. He could feel the emptiness there, resonating.
In the black he waited company, Vhanet, who he doubted could keep abated in her curiosity for too long.
This PC has the Blight gnosis. As such, you as a player need to be aware of what that consists of. Wrenmae has an invisible aura that amplifies sickness and disease. Wounds may become infected, small sneezes may become coughing, and a slight fever may become more serious. A nuit's body will also break down faster in the presence of the Blight. These effects may not be immediate, but within the few days following your encounter, the symptoms will manifest. Some sooner than others. I cannot control your character, so creativity will be left up to you. Best wishes and stay healthy!
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Fallon for my new CS