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Post by Gar on Mar 28, 2017 17:49:39 GMT -6
Junzentaru communicated with a tinge of embarrassment after being reprimanded by Aeos. The young dragon is correct. Mobilizing without all the information is foolhardy and reckless. Not that such characteristics would typically stop you, but there seems to be more at play in this case. Gar exhaled harshly through his nostrils. He didn't want to talk any longer. As far as he was concerned he knew everything that he needed to know. Evil people must be stopped. Apparently people didn't get much more evil than this group. He pledged to make the world a better place and this was how he would do it.
Gar took a deep breath. He thought about the fact that he had no plan of action, no where to go. Was he just going to sail the sea until he found a ship of druid mage pirate people? The last run in of that kind nearly killed him. No he would have to be smarter about it, more tactical. And it certainly is difficult to be tactical without all the necessary information. Gar allowed June's power to seep from his forearms back into the hilt of the weapon. He laid the holy axe back against the wall.
The berserker cracked his neck and folded his arms as he leaned his back against the wall as well. He didn't like it, but he would have to stay put long enough to hear the rest of the story. "Aye. You're right. " Gar released another huff of air from his nostrils. This whole staying put thing felt wrong. It felt like he was being a coward, but both Aeos and June had advised him to remain stationary for the time being. The combines years, centuries, of knowledge between the weapon and the dragon, it was too much for Gar to ignore. If these two agree on something, I'd be a fool to deny their advice.
Gar watched Aeos gingerly sip from his mug. That was right, he was still recovering after all. Though the tan Nabatan would be in good hands here, Gar should probably stick around, just in case. Gar uncrossed his arms and rubbed a hand through his hair. He exhaled again, this time it was more of a relenting sigh through his mouth. "Well, lets hear the rest."
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Mar 29, 2017 12:29:49 GMT -6
He was shaking a bit now. This next part was going to be more difficult to say. He pulled from his pocket the tiny metal head of a metal idol. Oscar's little head. He shook his own head and sighed.
“They took Oscar from me.” He repeated. Took.. wasn't the greatest of words to describe what happened. But it was the only one he was fixated on at the moment.
“He was in the bag.. when the orbs hit.. he shattered into a hundred little pieces.” He frowned.
“That's.. when I snapped.” He closed his eyes. A new stream of tears stained his cheeks.
“Gar.. I was so overcome with emotions. I was sad.. angry.. hurt. It.. was such an intense.. burning emotion.. a rage.. it blinded my rational thinking.” He had felt this way before once. But, not to such a degree. Sure, there were some moments where we wanted to bash a few skulls in. Everyone had those moments in their lives. Especially in times where drinks were involved. He put Oscar down on the table. His head was a mess of tiny little cracks. It would not keep it's head shape for very long. He motioned for Gar to get closer. He lowered his voice so as to avoid the ears of the walls.
“I changed. And I.. destroyed both ships. At the time I had no care.. no thinking for the lives in the boats. I just.. wanted to.. destroy them before they destroyed me. Before.. they could destroy others..” He lifted his hands up.
“My.. size.. I was below deck.. I.. it… cracked.. the boat.” He made a cracking motion with his hands. The same motion he used when he needed to crack sticks in half for the flame.
“My weight.. caused it to go under.” A pushing motion. His hands pushed downwards into the bed.
“The wood.. splintered when I.. crashed through the top deck..” He made fluttering motion that was like rain in the wind.
“It.. was so easy to do." He was somber for a bit.
“The mast fell.. and.. I could smell smoke.. I knew there was screaming.. but.. I didn't hear it... I blasted things.. Then I went for the other boat.” He put his hands down.
“The pirate ship.. got all of my wrath.” He was quiet for a while. He could see the image in his head. The pirates had no idea what sort of creature they pissed off. He remembered roaring and slaying those that defied him. He remembered the rocking often boat and knocking people overboard.
“I unleashed all my magic.. all my might. I made sure that ship would not sail again.. and crushed those who opposed me.” No hand motions. He left the image to Gar’s imagination. He are sure to capsize the boat and blast it with as many wind bursts as he could. He made Swiss cheese out of the hull.
“When.. I felt myself nearing the end of my energy.. I grabbed their life boat and put as much distance between me and the ship as possible.” He sighed again.
"When I morphed back.. I collapsed onto the life boat. And left to the mercy of the current."
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Post by Gar on Mar 30, 2017 4:16:13 GMT -6
Gar approached when he was motioned closer. He peeled his back from the wall and resumed his place by Aeos' side. He listened. He didn't want to interrupt. The news, the emotions reached his ears. Gar was saddened by this newly provided information. Aeos sank his own ship. That was a difficult burden. If there were any survivors of the initial attack, Aeos' transformation doomed them. Aeos' feeling grew too strong when they took Oscar from him. Had the criminals simply taken Oscar, the figurine could be retrieved. They could have taken it back. But no, that wasn't quite what happened. The figurine was destroyed. It was far past the point of repair. Gar ran his thumb over the coil on his bicep. He could feel the contours of his bronze armband through the fabric of his turquoise coat. It was just a piece of metal, but it meant something. Gar understood why Aeos had reacted the way he did. He only wished things had played out differently.
Gar had a vivid picture of Aeos in his dragon form rampaging at sea. A big, beige boat breaker. The wings and wind whirling aroud. Gar remembered seeing the form once, it was hard to even keep his knees from shaking in front of the sight. Now take that, make it angry and put yourself trapped on the deck of a ship. Gar would rather take his chances against a full on tempest any day.
Of course surviving an encounter with a rampaging dragon was rare. Not to mention that few would believe such a tall tale. Gar rubbed his eyelids with his thumb and fingers. He just couldn't be certain that no one survived. I mean, if Aeos was able to survive the open sea and wash ashore somewhere. There is always the chance of another. Gar couldn't imagine a worse group to have knowledge of a surviving dragon. These waters are home to pirates, slavers, bounty hunters, dark mages, some of the worst criminals this world has seen. That wasn't the only thing Gar was concerned with at the moment. He needed to know that Aeos would cope with this in a healthy manner. Gar didn't like seeing his friend so overcome with such a somber attitude.
Gar didn't know what he should say. He just spoke from his heart. "Aeos, I don't want you blaming yourself here. You lost your cool, it happens to me more than I care to admit. Listen Aeos," Gar looked Aeos in the eye and nodded when he spoke. "You will get past this." Gar spoke with sincerity and seriously.
"Now then. If there is anything I have to do to help, you say the word." Gar gave a small smirk in an attempt to lighten the mood a little. "Anything, from providing a friendly face to busting some druid-mage-pirate-people's skulls."
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Mar 31, 2017 17:48:17 GMT -6
Aeos sighed again. It was easy for Gar to say he would get through this eventually. But, that did not stop him from feeling like the lowest form of life. Aeos had blood on his hands now. And while him changing and attacking for self defense was an acceptable reason to hurt people. He did not like the regret. He did not like the potential repercussions of his actions. He did not want to be judged by what ever maker in the hereafter for those lives he took. Even though the other part of him tried to tell him that those humans would have died out at sea with the attack anyway. He couldn’t reason away the guilt. He would eventually have to push these guilty emotions aside if he wanted to recover. Gar was offering to help him and he knew human lifespans were so short compared to his. Aeos would have more time feeling sorry for himself in the long run. He turned his head to look at Oscar’s disembodied one. The little metal man, his own personal toy, it saved his life with his iron body.
“You mind.. Putting Oscar to rest.. I mean.. Like.. bury his head somewhere. Maybe.. Somewhere where he can see the sea..” He rubbed his eyes again.
“Or maybe.. Melt the iron down into a charm of some sort.. And have that face the sea?” He felt his hand go to his stone.
“The point is.. He deserves something.. For his sacrifice. I do not know if he deserves an honorable burial or some sort of reincarnation… I will leave that decision to you.” The little metal head had helped to keep some of his sanity while he was trapped on his lifeboat. He spoke to it like a person. It kept his mind occupied especially when the lack of water started to set in.
“I.. will need some.. Time.. to recover. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. So I request to stay here.” He wiped away some more tears. He then slowly plopped his head back down onto the pillow. He just suddenly felt so exhausted.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He mumbled.
“My presence.. Here.. my burden.. It’s.. just going to draw unneeded attention.”
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Post by Gar on Apr 4, 2017 17:19:16 GMT -6
It was clear that Gar's attempt to lighten Aeos' mood fell on deaf ears. He wasn't in any kind of state for happiness. Gar took the hint and settled back into the somber tone of the conversation. Of course, he could bury Oscar. "Aye, I'll give him a nice resting place.We can melt him down, build him a burial mound. Maybe a small, underground temple like the one we found him in." Gar was honestly thankful toward the remnants of the small figurine. For all intents and purposes, the figure had saved his friend and that was no small feat. Gar grabbed the figure and examined it. He planned on having a smith come by and speak to Aeos to find out what he would like to have the figure cast into. Meanwhile, he would see about building a small replica of the spirit's tomb in Nabata.
"Stay as long as you need. You're always welcome here. And trust me, if anyone ever comes around my fortress looking for a fight, they'll be fish food before the day's out." No one attacks his friends and gets away with it. And if they had the poor sense to show their face to him, they would have a very enraged berserker on their hands. Gar exited the room, grabbing Junzentaru on his way out.
Gar clenched his fists as he transmitted his thoughts to his weapon. You know this means war right?Junzentaru's pulse was clear as day. This situation held no question of right and wrong. The weapon would be quick to assist him in any fights of this nature.
I agree, a crusade to rid the world of these monsters who raise the dead, enslave people and kidnap children. War.
[End Thread]
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