Static (Chapter Three)
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mindcrackloveWe'll see some theories debunked and some others confirmed this chapter, so let's go!
Chapter list: http://tanadin.dreamwidth.org/382.html
Map of the continent: http://tanadin.deviantart.com/art/Static-m
Chapter Three
Kingdom of Dalania, Minecraftia. March 17, year 788. Time instance 483Z.
It was barely after dawn two days later when Ujhin pointed something out on the side of one of the mountains. A home of some description had been carved into the rock face some ways up, with a thin and treacherous path leading to the top. The Heart of Pain thrummed softly against Vengeance’s chest when he looked at the building, and he automatically stopped his horse and jumped off onto the ground.
“Vengeance? What are you doing?”
“Going up there, obviously. Watch the horses, would you? They’ll get killed or something if I leave them alone.”
Ujhin frowned at him. “You shouldn’t go up there by yourself.”
“I’ll be fine.” Vengeance assured, patting his sword hilt. “Just...watch the horses.”
Ujhin sighed and crossed his arms but didn’t protest further. Vengeance felt his friend’s black eyes on his back as he slowly made his way up the path. It’s like it’s made for someone with hooves and not feet, it’s so narrow. For fuck’s sake! If this ends up being boring I’m going to leap off this cliff really dramatically and save myself last-second just to see the expression on Ujhin’s face. That’ll cheer me up.
...Might do that anyway.
He finally reached the wooden door- an oddly normal thing in the stone face of the building. He tried to peak in the windows, but the red glass was too hazy to see through.
Vengeance hesitantly knocked. He didn’t receive an answer. He knocked again and, upon still not getting a response, just opened the door and stepped in.
The room was much larger than he had anticipated, the spacious area feeling more like a castle than a hermit’s dugout. A huge staircase led to a second floor, and doors led off to other rooms from both floors. A fountain spouting red liquid was placed in the center of the room.
Vengeance approached it curiously, dipping his fingers into the liquid and pulling them out with only clear water coating them. Strange.
He was so preoccupied with the odd fountain that he didn’t register the sound of hooves on stone steps, nor their abrupt stop as their owner recognized him immediately.
“Tarsen?” The voice was incredulous. Vengeance’s head snapped up and his eyes met the brown eyes of a sheepman, whose rainbow wool struck a cord in the man’s memory, as did his odd beaten gold amulet with crimson gem set in the center.
“Baltbee?”
“Holy fucking shit, dude.” Baltbee stepped the rest of the way down the stairs, approaching him. Vengeance’s eyes were wide as he stepped toward his old friend, looking him over and finding him identical to the day that he had seen him last, as far as he could tell. He didn’t have a good memory for faces. “Holy shit. You’re still alive? How?”
“Me? What about you?! You don’t look a day older than when I last saw you!” Tarsen “Vengeance” Harvex grinned widely. “You glorious, multicolored bastard.”
Baltbee tapped the amulet around his neck. “I had a friend to help me. I imagine you did, as well?”
Vengeance nodded. “Kaepravah. She offered to make me immortal, so…”
Baltbee nodded swiftly. “Of course you’d take the offer. Why wouldn’t you? Surprised you’re not asking to fuck me right now, honestly.”
Vengeance shrugged. “I kinda got over that. Having one partner for two hundred years does that to you. But...holy shit. I hadn’t expected to see you...to see any of you...again. It’s...kinda mind-blowing.”
Baltbee shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. I didn’t really give a shit about anyone so it doesn’t really affect me that much.”
“Fair enough.” Before Vengeance could continue, the amulet around Baltbee’s neck flashed red. The sheepman rolled his eyes in response.
“Oh, calm down. You’re not that tough.” The amulet flashed again. “Chill your fucking tits, Kal.”
“Kal?” Vengeance questioned, frowning. “That’s...not enchanted with a warning enchantment, is it?”
“No, it’s not.” Baltbee motioned for Vengeance to follow him into a side room. “You might want to sit down for this one.”
Vengeance followed him into a small room with several chairs and sat down across from Baltbee. The sheepman tapped the amulet. “I got this shortly after the battle with the Hostiles. How I got it, I won’t tell you, but-” the amulet flashed “-I will tell you what it is. Tarsen, meet Kaltaerion Davion, scourge of the Third Recorded Century. His spirit was freed from the stone that Nia carried after the battle and Norazdomu trapped him, but some events took place that ended up with him in an amulet in my possession. We have an...arrangement.”
The amulet glowed a steady red, and the irises of Baltbee’s eyes flickered from brown to red. When he spoke, it was like a man sounding similar to King Phyren, echoing faintly as if from down a long tunnel. “This insufferable fool has harnessed my power to prolong his own life and stop his aging. If I could use my powers myself, I would destroy him in an instant.”
Baltbee’s eyes flickered back to normal and the amulet dimmed. “Buuuut he can’t. So he lets me use his powers if I do stuff for him occasionally. Burn down a village here, decapitate a random person there, whatever. It’s a pretty nice arrangement that Kal and I have.”
Kaltaerion took control again. “Stop calling me that, you flea-bitten dirtbag!”
Baltbee shook his head as the amulet dimmed. “No can do, Kally boy. You’ve gotta put up with me.” He grinned at the look of confusion on Vengeance’s face.
“You have one of the most powerful and evil men to ever live in a piece of junk hanging around your neck.”
“Yep. Isn’t it great?”
“Baltbee, that’s fucking hilarious. Except that I now know how you kept beating me in every game we ever played. You had that nutcase helping you out.”
“Hey, half the time he was trying to make me lose!”
Vengeance grinned and shook his head. “You crazy fucker, you. I never expected to find you alive. This is...weird, to say the least. But are you seriously going around murdering people for that lunatic?”
“Yep.” Baltbee shrugged, uncaring. “It’s necessary. Gotta keep Kal happy. Well, placated. Happy isn’t really an emotion he can feel. A bit like friendship.”
“Friendship isn’t an emotion, numbnuts.” Vengeance told him.
“Of course it is! I just don’t experience it. Didn’t you feel the idiotic mortal emotion of friendship with Samuel?”
Vengeance’s grin immediately died. “Something like that,” he mumbled, eyes dropping.
“Oh, don’t look so upset about it. People die. So what?”
“So what? He was practically my brother, Baltbee! He died in one of the worst possible ways!”
“True. I don’t know who got it worse, him or Shred.”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Vengeance got to his feet. “I have a plague to cure. Kaepravah’s sick and I’m heading to Ashwatch to see if they know anything.”
“Ashwatch? Well, if you see anyone we know, tell ‘em Baltbee said hi!” Baltbee grinned at him. “‘Course, they’re probably dead. See ya around, Tarsen. Stop by if you ever get bored. I’ll be sure to expect you next time, and maybe Kal will be in a better mood.”
“I hate you.”
“He doesn’t mean that.”
Vengeance rolled his eyes, ignoring the pain in his chest at the mention of his old friend. My brother.
“I’ll see you around, Baltbee.”
“Cya, Tarsen.”
Vengeance left without another backwards glance, leaping off the sheer edge of the mountain and catching himself with the powers of the Heart of Pain. He gently set himself down on the ground and climbed on his horse, ignoring Ujhin’s questions.
“I’ll answer in a minute. Let’s just...get moving.”
Ujhin shut his mouth and nodded, leading the way south and away from where Baltbee lived.
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The Mindcrackers’ viewing of the orb was interrupted by a flash of bronze light and a few seconds of quiet ticking. They looked up to see Nozvalu once more standing next to the table, but not for long. He collapsed, leaning on the table for support as blood poured from a wound in his side. His armor was charred, crumbled, and cutting into his body, and he was covered in wounds. He was panting, forked tongue hanging outside of his mouth in exhaustion. His bronze hair was matted with dried blood, some of it carrying a faint purple tint.
He painfully raised his eyes to meet Doc’s.
“Help...me…” he gasped, his legs finally giving way as he fell unconscious.
Doc immediately jumped into action, barking orders for people to get medical supplies as he picked up the son of Norazdomu and placed him on the table, ignoring how the blood stained his white outfit. He had Blame and both Davions help him remove Nozvalu’s armor, revealing the wounds that its crumpling had created. He took the bandages that Jsano offered and focused on the largest wounds first, wrapping the cloth tightly to stop the bleeding.
Skera poured a high-strength healing potion into Nozvalu’s mouth, closing some of his smaller wounds and slowing the bleeding on the larger ones. “Do you think he could take another? He’s far from mortal.”
“I wouldn’t risk it unless there’s no other way,” Doc told her. “Norazdomu would not be pleased if we were to kill one of his children in our attempts to save him.”
“Why did he come here?” Chad demanded. “He knows how much we don’t like anything to do with Norazdomu, not after the whole Hostile thing.”
“He knows we wouldn’t turn him away,” Aureylian said softly. “How could we?”
Doc unfolded the dragon-man’s wings and flinched as he clearly saw broken bones in his right wing. He began to work on fixing that, as well, motioning for the others to step back and give him room. The other Mindcrackers quietly theorized about what had happened to him before Doc had Blame and Vechs help him take Nozvalu to the medical wing, the crisis currently averted. Jsano cleared the table and floor of blood while several of the other Mindcrackers, including Iirkolav and Aureylian, trailed behind on the way to the medical wing.
Whatever had happened to him, it wasn’t good.
-~-
It was several hours before Vengeance was ready to talk about what had happened back at the mountain.
“I found an old...friend, I guess he was, of mine. Teammate is more like it.” He tightened his grip on the reins. “I didn’t expect to see him alive. It’s been...a really long time since I’d last seen him. He should be dead by now. He mentioned one of our other...other friends, who died a long time ago, and it hit me kinda hard.”
Ujhin frowned and brought his horse closer so that he could put his hand on Vengeance’s shoulder for a few seconds. “I’m sorry. That must have been hard.”
“It was. I lost a lot of friends in a short timespan, and the others slowly dropped off after that. I’d figured Baltbee had been one of them.”
Ujhin blinked, feeling a sense of familiarity with the name, but shaking it off. It was similar to Millbee, he supposed, who was a historical figure who helped build Dalania originally. “I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?”
Vengeance shook his head. “No. Not really. Just distract me.”
“Okay.” Ujhin paused. “What was with throwing yourself off the cliff and then glowing and slowing your fall?”
“Oh! That.” Vengeance raised one hand to stroke the surface of the gem around his neck. “This is a power source that was given to me by my infected friend. It can do a lot of things.”
“Like save you from certain death?”
“Yep.” He grinned. “I can also create energy blasts and form solid claws on my fingers.”
“Holy crap. That’s awesome!” Ujhin leaned forward to get a better look at it. “What is it?”
“That’s a long story and I don’t know if I’m okay with telling it.”
Ujhin nodded, understanding. “Understandable. I won’t pry.”
“Thanks.”
They rode in silence for several minutes before Ujhin spoke again. “Vengeance?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m glad I ran into you. This is far better than wasting away for eternity, alone in the woods.”
Vengeance smiled. “The feeling is mutual.”
They rode once more in silence after that, but both were smiling.
-~-
Blame paced anxiously in his room, arms crossed and shivering.
Kaltaerion. Kaltaerion’s spirit was still free to some extent, still wreaking havoc, albeit through Baltbee. Blame’s fingers gripped against his arms so tightly they turned white under the black of his gloves. He jumped when Iirkolav stepped in but only sighed quietly in response when he recognized him, continuing to pace.
Iirkolav stepped forward, metal foot clanking against the stone floor as he moved. He wrapped his arms around Blame and hugged him tightly. The Skullblade buried his face in Iirkolav’s chest, shuddering to take a deep breath.
“You’ll be okay,” Iirkolav assured quietly.
“No. No I won’t. Kaltaerion…”
“He can’t do anything to you. He’s contained in an amulet, completely at Baltbee’s mercy. He can’t do anything. You’re okay. I promise you’re okay.”
Iirkolav held him like that for close to half an hour, comforting his terrified partner and wishing that there was something he could do.
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It was the next day Minecraftia time when Nozvalu’s bronze eyes painfully opened. Vechs, who had been watching him, immediately called for Doc, who rushed over.
“How are you feeling?” the skettisren asked, sitting down beside him.
“Terrible, but better than I did when I warped in. I…” Nozvalu coughed. “I thank you. I would have died if you had not acted. You have the eternal gratitude of a son of Norazdomu.”
“What happened to you?” Vechs asked, frowning.
“The battle between the creators goes poorly for us. Alvaria has more voidclaws than we had anticipated. Klericae! With me out of the fight, that leaves only five of my siblings to fight. If only my father had invested a bit more in the offspring department. Seven is clearly not enough. Even with the Davions bolstering our numbers...they are all still young. One hundred and ninety-three at the oldest. Kaepravah being out of the fight is weakening us severely.”
Doc tapped his claws against the side of the bed. “Can you win?”
“We can hold them off until Vengeance and Ujhin find the cure to the plague, I hope, although I fear there is nothing that can be done. It’s born of a creator, and is more magic than disease. Even your mother, Vechs, could not find a cure if she spent decades on it. Perhaps if she had a century, but we have a few months at most.” He tried to sit up, but cringed at the pain and Doc pushed him back down. “We won’t last long, I fear. And considering that the wounded fight on, instead of resting...thark! There is nowhere for them to rest in any case.”
Vechs and Doc exchanged glances.
“You could bring them here,” Doc said slowly. “I’m sure Guude won’t mind. I can go and ask him. We could get you healed up and send you back out with fewer casualties.”
Nozvalu’s eyes widened. “You’d do that?”
Doc nodded. “Of course. We don’t want this world to fall to corruption either, and if saving lives is the best way to do that, we’ll do it.” He stood. “I’ll ask Guude. You rest.”
As he left, Vechs looked over at Nozvalu. “How rough is it out there?”
“More than you want to know.” Nozvalu shuddered. “I don’t relish returning, especially with my armor damaged beyond repair.”
“You can come back and be healed now, though, if you’re injured. If Guude allows it.”
“I hope he does,” Nozvalu mumbled. “If not, we may be doomed.”
Doc returned several minutes later, nodding silently at their expectant looks. “Guude will allow it.”
“Excellent! Thank you, Mindcrackers! I knew my father was not mistaken to rely on you!” Nozvalu crowed. He sat up and struggled to stand, fighting against Doc’s grip.
“You cannot go anywhere yet!”
“I will not engage in battle, but I must retrieve the wounded. It was looking grim for many of our forces when I left, the Davions being the hardest hit. I cannot let them die!”
Doc looked into the determined dragon’s eyes.
Doc let go.
“I’ll be back. Prepare your medical equipment.” Nozvalu made a motion in the air with his claws and vanished in a vortex of bronze light.
Doc turned to look at Vechs. “Get Jsano and Skera. We will have many to heal.” Vechs nodded and raced to get them, knowing that Nozvalu wouldn’t be gone long.
He had barely returned with them when a bronze rift opened in the center of the room, as if claws had slashed through the fabric of reality. It hadn’t been open for three seconds when the first form stumbled through. He was clearly a Davion, with his red-tinted skin, blue eyes with purple rings around the pupils, and messy black hair with red horns sticking up. He looked pretty injured, with the membrane on his right wing almost entirely shredded. Doc helped him to one of the beds and started to get the bandages ready as others stepped through.
About six Davions as well as Nozvalu all came through before the rift shut. Nozvalu immediately lay down again, clearly exhausted. One of the Davions was supporting another, shorter one, this one with slightly lighter hair, less red skin, and brown eyes instead of blue. He still had a purple ring around his pupils, but it was fainter.
“You stupid fuck,” the Davion supporting him growled, stepping forward and cringing as a wound on her leg was agitated. “I told you to stay out of this. You’re not strong enough.”
“I’m strong enough to handle anything!” the bizarre Davion protested.
“Can it, Xero,” a different Davion growled, yelping loudly as Jsano tightened the bandages on his broken arm.
Xero pouted, looking at the female Davion supporting him. “I can walk, Liivarn.”
Liivarn grunted. “Kid, I can’t walk, and I’ve only got a broken knee.” She helped him to one of the beds before collapsing on one herself, sighing in relief as she got off of her feet. “I have never experienced so much pain in my life.”
“I have! My mom-”
“Xero, no one cares,” barked the other Davion.
“Isken!” Liivarn snapped. “Leave the kid alone.”
“I’m not a kid!” Xero protested. “I’m almost ninety!”
“We’re all older than you,” Isken pointed out. “And I- ouch! Stop that!”
“If I don’t set your wing, the bones will never mend,” Jsano said irritably. “And maybe I’d be more gentle if you weren’t being such a jerk.”
Isken muttered bad-temperedly.
Skera stepped forward to give Liivarn a healing potion, ordering Vechs to get some bandages for Xero’s hurt shoulder. Liivarn looked at the alchemist curiously as she took the potion with clawed fingers.
“I never thought to meet one of the human Davions,” she admitted. “It’s hard to think that you’re the oldest living one of our line except for Kaepravah.”
Skera sighed. “Quit reminding me of my age and drink the damn potion, would you?”
Liivarn blinked. “Why? Great age is an admirable thing.” She drank the potion, shivering as her wounds started to heal.
Skera barked with laughter. “Not among humans, it isn’t.”
“Really?” Liivarn handed the bottle back. “An odd race, then.” As Skera pulled out another potion and approached Xero, she called, “Be careful with the dosage with him. If what you’ve given me is the safe maximum, then half it.”
“Half it? Why?”
“He’s less resilient than the rest of us are.”
Skera considered that for a moment before nodding, handing the vial to Vechs. “Give him half of that. Make sure those bandages are situated properly.” She moved on to the next patient. “I’ll need to make some new potions soon…”
Vechs watched her go, then glanced over at Nozvalu, who was sitting up again and looking at his hands, watching the shadows play across his skin and claws. He looked bothered, but Vechs decided to leave him alone.
Nozvalu was, after all, several million years older than him. He probably knew what he was doing.
He didn’t. A being several million years old, clueless as to what to do.
-~-
Void of Shadows, unrecorded time. Time instance 483Z.
Several months ago...
Vallor’roth felt the soul of a departed Skullblade attempting to get his attention. He took a moment to identify who it was and quietly admitted to himself that he was surprised. He curiously drifted closer to her and responded.
“Yes, Nelvethia? What is it that you need?”
“There is a plague sweeping the continent, isn’t there?”
The question startled him. “How do you know?”
“Othrellia told me.”
“Othrellia has always had strong insight as to events elsewhere. Yes, child, there is a plague destroying life as the living know it down on Minecraftia.”
“What of my mate? I know you have planned to do something with him.”
“Did Othrellia tell you that, too?” Vallor’roth knew the answer, but he asked the question anyway.
“No. I figured that out myself.” Nelvethia had always had a strong will and a quick mind. It frankly surprised Vallor’roth how long it had taken her to confront him about this.
“I had thought so. Yes, Nelvethia, your mate will become my primary acting piece in the unfolding events. He has no memory of who he once was, unfortunately, but that is probably for the best.” He paused. “Iilthrid has his own piece in play. Perhaps they will work together.”
“What of the Skullblades?”
“Mira is more than capable of protecting them. The Ashenhorns are, for the most part, immune to the plague. The Skullblades will live on.”
“And those outside the borders?”
“They will die if your mate does not succeed in his quest.”
Nelvethia stopped for a moment to think. “I want to help, Lord Vallor’roth.”
“You are dead, child. There is nothing you can do.”
“Yes, there is. You know exactly what I mean.”
Vallor’roth paused, thinking. “Yes. I do. You know he does not remember you, and you would not remember him.”
“That’s a sacrifice I am willing to make if I can help him. If I can help everyone.”
“You have always put others before yourself.”
“It’s the right thing to do.”
Vallor’roth conceded the point. “Very well, child. I shall do the unthinkable: I will send the Bloodshadow to announce the coming of a valk’vanor while one still lives. Your sister will be able to help you, as will your Caretaker. I would give you advice, but you would not remember it…”
Nelvethia did her best to bow, despite her lack of a physical form. “Thank you, Vallor’roth. I won’t let you down. I promise.”
“I know you won’t, dear Nelvethia. You never have.” His energy surged, and Nelvethia flickered as every Ashenhorn on Minecraftia was immediately aware of the coming of the Bloodshadow.
“And neither you, nor your ancestor, ever will. You don’t have the capacity to fail. It’s not in your souls…” Vallor’roth trailed off, lost in thought and the realization that this was a desperate thing he was doing. He knew that his actions hadn’t been enough, and had been searching for a solution until it had presented itself to him.
He silently thanked the tenacity of his Skullblades before moving on to his next task.
He was very busy nowadays, what with total chaos breaking out down below.
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Date: Thursday, May 12th, 2016 12:41 am (UTC)G.C. (::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)
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Date: Thursday, May 12th, 2016 01:16 am (UTC)He's immortal now and he and Kaepravah have been together for 200 years, damn :D
Baltbee and Kaltaerion sharing a body? This doesn't seem good.....
"So he lets me use his powers if I do stuff for him occasionally. Burn down a village here, decapitate a random person there, whatever. It’s a pretty nice arrangement that Kal and I have"
WTF Baltbee? What happened to you?
Is the Mindcrackers getting involved in anyway in a Creator War going to end well? NOPE! -_-
Awww I like Xero, he's half human isn't he? :D
Oh god the messes that're going to happen with so many Davions under one roof XD
Skera sighed. “Quit reminding me of my age and drink the damn potion, would you?” Never remind a woman of her age it's disrespectful XD
REALLY want to know who Nelvethia is other than the former mate of Ujhin. I'm thinking that Nelvethia is Shred, Skullblades hide their true names right? So this could be Shred's true name. I still think Ujhin is Samuel.
So if this new theory of mine is right, then it means that Shred who was Mira's Caretaker will become Mira's sister so that they can help Tarsen and zombified and amnesiac-ed Samuel cure the plague to end the Creator War.
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Date: Thursday, May 12th, 2016 06:40 am (UTC)Yeah, the Mindcrackers getting involved in a creator war isn't a great idea, but they don't really have much choice. And extra Davions always make things interesting. ;)
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Date: Thursday, May 12th, 2016 12:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Thursday, May 12th, 2016 07:48 am (UTC)-Observing Anon
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Date: Thursday, May 12th, 2016 08:59 pm (UTC)Guys I think I may be on to something if Tana likes my theories XD
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Date: Friday, May 13th, 2016 10:47 am (UTC)-the lurkiest lurker
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Date: Thursday, May 12th, 2016 01:53 am (UTC)HELL YEAH ITS TARSEN
And Ujhin recognises Baltbee. Totally Samuel.
ALSO! Baltbee has Kaltaerion NBD and all those Davions aaaAA i love Liivarn but yeah I see great things (and loads of death and broken hearts {: in the future)
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Date: Thursday, May 12th, 2016 01:04 pm (UTC)im really sorry
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Date: Thursday, May 12th, 2016 06:34 am (UTC)I'm standing by my theory that Ujhin is Samuel, especially after he felt familiar with the name Baltbee and after what Vallor'roth said. I'm also standing by my theory from the first chapter that Nelvethia is Shred. That one was only strengthened by this chapter.
As I said, I love reunions. I think this whole some of the descendants are now immortal thing is really interesting. The descendants are back, and that makes me really happy. I think that several of them don't know who they are and only kind of recognize their friends, but I hope they remember more as the story goes on.
I really like Static!
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Date: Friday, May 13th, 2016 10:46 am (UTC)-the lurkiest lurker
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Date: Thursday, May 12th, 2016 08:04 am (UTC)According to my calculations, this will not end well. But the explosion will be spectacular, so there's that.
-Observing Anon
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Date: Thursday, May 12th, 2016 11:48 am (UTC)According to your equation, 0 people live. Yay!
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Date: Thursday, May 12th, 2016 12:35 pm (UTC)Sadie~~~~~
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Date: Thursday, May 12th, 2016 07:03 pm (UTC)-emma
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Date: Thursday, May 12th, 2016 10:12 pm (UTC)Isken- Maniac
Liivarn- Courage
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Date: Saturday, May 14th, 2016 11:30 pm (UTC)“You’ll be okay,” Iirkolav assured quietly.
“No. No I won’t. Kaltaerion…”
“He can’t do anything to you. He’s contained in an amulet, completely at Baltbee’s mercy. He can’t do anything. You’re okay. I promise you’re okay.”"
knowing tanadin this means that blame is going to have a lot more bad days and possibly have a direct confrontation with kaltaerion.
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Date: Sunday, May 15th, 2016 12:05 am (UTC)-Observing Anon
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Date: Sunday, May 15th, 2016 12:52 am (UTC)iirkolav's already died once
this time it'll be blame to be killed
and maybe it'll be like "wILL HE REGEN??" and its like really unlikely or something
but then!!! he does
like ten chapters later
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Date: Sunday, May 15th, 2016 06:01 am (UTC)-Observing Anon
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Date: Sunday, May 15th, 2016 06:30 am (UTC)and just iirkolav breaking down at points because its so surreal having to tell blame about all the pain in his life and blame seems so out of it and aaagh
and it'd be weird for everyone else because iirkolav never cries he's such a tough guy who's been through all kinds of crap and seen them all die but this, this is what is getting to him.
i have so many feels now, thanks observing anon
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Date: Sunday, May 15th, 2016 02:42 pm (UTC)PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE THIS XD
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Date: Sunday, May 15th, 2016 07:16 pm (UTC)-Observing Anon
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Date: Sunday, May 15th, 2016 08:00 pm (UTC).
-Observing Anon
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Date: Sunday, May 15th, 2016 02:41 pm (UTC)If you mean when he became a worldbuilder, he only ""died""
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Date: Sunday, May 15th, 2016 07:00 pm (UTC)-Observing Anon