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dragons-bones · 2 years ago

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FFXIV Write Entry #22: Second Verse, Same as the First

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It wasn’t often that Synnove worked herself up into a good and proper lather, but her teeth-grinding had been audible when Alakhai and Rereha had collected her from Mealvaan’s Gate. The Xaela and the Dunesfolk had exchanged a quick glance and by silent agreement, once they had ordered their food, settled back and just let Synnove rant.

“—absolute bass ackwards logic,” the Highlander growled, stopping only to shove her arepa into her mouth and tear off a large bite of cornmeal cake, this one stuffed with black beans, cheese, and braised buffalo meat, and chewed angrily.

Alakhai refilled her glass of tizana from the communal pitcher the waitress had brought them and took a sip of the fruit punch concoction, slurping up a free-floating piece of mango, too. This little café started up by a family from the southern continent of the New World had quickly become a favorite in Limsa Lominsa, and every table inside and out on the boardwalk was packed. The din was incredible, and was about the only reason Synnove wasn’t attracting attention with her vitriol.

Rereha plucked an arepa filled with pear alligator, fried plaintains, and stewed dodo meat from the platter—her third one of the meal, the lalafell delicately devouring the arepa with the long practice of someone used to eating potentially messy food without spilling anything—and said, with faux innocence, “What about it is so bass ackwards?”

Alakhai rolled her eyes; Synnove had her head down and couldn’t see her, but Rere did, and the bard shot her a winning smile, teeth sparkling white against her dark brown skin.

Their sister snarled, choked, and stopped to finish chewing and then swallowed. Alakhai and Rere refrained pointing and laughing. Barely.

Mouth no longer full, Synnove said, “He doesn’t want to continue with the project because he thinks there’s enough data, which boggles my mind because more data is always useful, and I’ve been happily signing off on the funding for the aetherophysics portion since they kicked me upstairs. Fucking Ul’dahns, the University is just pure trash outside the literature and architecture departments, not sorry, Rere.”

The lalafell shrugged. “You aren’t wrong.”

Alakhai blinked. “The corrupted aether project?” she said slowly.

“The one studying the long-term effects of the Calamity?” Rereha added, just as baffled.

“The one that’s only been collecting data for five years?”

“Because it took five years just to build all the equipment?”

“Yes,” Synnove hissed, malevolence coating the word so thickly it nearly had tangible weight.

Alakhai and Rereha exchanged looks.

“Which is the stupidest shite I’ve ever heard,” Synnove said, green eyes flashing with rage. “This is the kind of project that’s going to take decades before we can make any kind of statement about environmental effects, never mind the ones on people, and what data we do have is pointing to there being no neat and tidy equitable range of factors.”

The Highlander began ticking off on her fingers: “The East Shroud was fairly annihilated by the Calamity, but Stillglade Fane’s reports over the years is showing stabilizing and reversal, there’s a chance they might be able to jumpstart replanting the forest within the next few years.

“The Agelyss Wise outcroppings don’t seem to be doing anything; current hypothesis is that the fragment of Dalamud lodged in there may be why, but the East Shroud is littered with them. The huge corrupted spikes in Pharos Sirius seem to be corroding, and there’s a huge expanse on the north slope of U’Ghamaro that the kobolds report has shrunk considerably since the Calamity.”

A third finger: “Thalana’s a mess. The Burning Wall may be something we have to actively dismantle, there’s a population of quartz doblyns where we’re beginning to see mutations every generation, that’s up from every third generation in the Calamity’s immediate aftermath, and the flora’s crystallizing. And that isn’t taking into account some of the illnesses being reported out of the nearby villages.”

A frown had crossed Rere’s face at that, and she set down her arepa to tug at her pink-and-white braids in her typical I’m thinking really hard right now pose.

Synnove ticked out a fourth finger: “Dalamud’s Talons in Northern Thanalan? Expanding. I don’t need to tell you two what an encouragement like that could do to the ceruleum fields, we need to know how fast it’s happening in order to start the clean up.”

Rereha’s frown deepened, and Alakhai nudged her sister’s ankle with her foot. Synnove snapped her mouth closed and glanced at Alakhai, then at Rere when Alakhai gestured to the lalafell.

“What’s this guy’s family name again?” Rereha said.

“Allond.”

“And just when did you get those latest reports from Eastern and Northern Thanalan?”

Synnove stared at her sister, her expression fading into the terrifyingly blank mask that once had Gaius Baelsar cautiously ease out of her line of sight during the Werlyt mess, and currently had Alakhai scooching her chair further away from her. Finally, the arcanist said, “They were the last reports the project received, a fortnight ago.”

“The Allonds intermarry quite a bit with the Whites,” Rereha said slowly, “and the Whites are—”

“—notoriously stingy and in possession of a reputation of wringing every last drop of gil from their lands they can and damn everyone else,” Synnove finished, voice deathly quiet, hands clutching the edge of the table.

Alakhai wondered whose head would roll first.

“And guess who owns a nice chunk of land out in Eastern Thanalan on which a number of tenant farmers reside, and recently purchased stock in the Amajina & Sons ceruleum operation?”

The wood beneath Synnove’s hands creaked ominously, and then Synnove shoved her chair back and stood up. “I need to go raise hell with Thubyrgeim and the Admiral,” she said.

“Have fun!” Rereha said, beaming a very evil smile. “I’ll give Lilira a warning ping you’re going to be descending on her.”

“She enjoys ripping up the Monetarists anyway,” Alakhai murmured.

Synnove grunted an agreement, dropped a handful of gil on the table to cover her third of the bill, and grabbed an arepa on her way out of the café. She must have put her murder face on once her back was turned, because the crowd cleared a path for her immediately.

“Truth over solace in lies,” the bard said cheerfully, stuffing her face anew with her arepa.

Alakhai raised her eyebrow at her. “What?”

“Eh, nothing,” Rere said around her mouthful. “Just the bard brain making pretty phrases. Pour me a refill on the tizana, please?”

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444names · 3 years ago

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the entire list of drow names from dnd.kismetrose.com

A'Dana A'Danne A'Danrakan Abalanna Abalmra Abarn Abblyn Abblyth Agree Agrel'Lyn Alevviira Alezza Amalin Amath Angarn Arkhein Arkheth Armrin Aundre Aunylurd Auvay Auvinin Baelda Baennitar Baerth Baethondra Belddrina Beleani Belkyn Belpri Belvarragh Berellae Bertar Besae Besapril Bespanar Blaere Blaggra Bluanna Braet Brierell Brigana Brilfaen Brilvay Brinolin Brorza Brostel Bruaerg'in Brualaerth Bruathlira Byrriirdra Byrthan Byryana Caelo Caergo Calana Calendrada Callinni Calyn Calynra Cazstar Chadalann Chaddro Chakoph Chalan Chald Chalia Chalim Chamas Chana Chandrini Channtel Charakaste Chaus Chedrim Cheza Chezzan Clamduin Clazen Cobonorei Corelra Corrak Danna Deltarin Desmornyon DeVice DeViel DeViergo DeVirn Dilauskryn Dilserlyth Do'Urlaune Drace Drein'el Dreina Drett Drindra Duraed Durra Dyragh Dyrragh Dyrrva Eclaraern Eilice Elabra Elkyne Elpas Elviirra Elvin Elvra Eraena Ereghyn Erybbara Eryna Erynlu Faenzir Faerel Fannar Filin Fillen Frezzir G'elhen G'elyn G'elyrrym Gaullicone Ghanil Ghaulu Ghilfay Glanne Glasstar Glauganil Glazzana Guarrigaus Gulanar Gullaus Gurra Hadanolok Hadriy Haett Halarrin Halin Hathomdar Haugana Haunirauth Hondrin Honolvara Hontaunyor Horlaunzor Horna Horzar Hounaenzen Hounyl Hunelena Huni'tar Hunisstra Hunra Huntra Ichelphrin Ilaemmeth Ilagh Ilanemruil Ilaundra Ilaus Ildiina Ildrin Ilherre Ilhett Ilmaritar Ilmrim Ilmyn Ilmyndorl Imrin Imryn Istra Istrae Istyn Istyna Ithed Iymma Iymrana Jaerel Jevalur Jezredra Jhadalin Jhadrinith Jhaggana Jhaldra Jhallrim Jhamara Jhamduinna Jhandorlyn Jhariy Jharraezza Jhass Jhaullann Jhurd Jhured Jivviir Jysadra Jysambro K'yonis K'yonithra Kalaustice Kalyra Kenniared Khaddarra Khalytlan Khana Khannar Khara Krogh Kyondath Kyonnimal Lesmorlice Lesmorn LiNafae LiNed LiNeer Llauvei Llodra Llunra Llurtyrag Luanar Luith Luithyn Maevvei Malacheth Malinn Mallir Malraere Mellith Meltar Mengan Mennafei Menziira Mezrin Meztice Mezticeld Mezz'Lyss Micone Milyn Miz'rin Miz'riy Mizzri Mlenann Mlenzobey Mlevvione Molfae Molin Morlisste Mylyn Myrya Naeldree Naerlivar Nafaeris Nafeir Nafin Narbon Narla Narlir Naryndar Nasshara Nastra Nasyn Nathrinna Neera Neerennae Nenelra Nilser Nilvalaus Nimastar Nimrin Nimyd Nizant'tan Nizar Nizza Nulvin Numra Numrach Numraernyl Numrin Nymra Omarraglo Orlae Orlanath Orlrabara Orlyn Ornafin Pelonnar Phaeree Phama Phanagos Phaulae Phaulma Philfein Philin Q'Xorna Qilia Qilsstora Quagh Qualae Quarlaena Quath Quavdra Quaveiel Quenis Queth Queviira Raule Rikla Riklanna Rilorlar Rilyn Risstra Rrhir Rronolon Rrostorn Sabbyl Sabra Sabrius Sarra Selarae Shilviia Shobone Shomduinar Shrilar Shullin Shunra Shure Shuu'giir SiNath Sindra Solae Soleregh Solondlyn Sorin Ssaalyryn Sshalann Sshalauve Sshalin Sshandath Sshura Syrrym Syrth Syryn Sziir Szirn Szobey Szora T'levirza T'lin T'orn T'orna T'saalimyn Talabarier Taldinyl Talin Tallinda Taluth Tarisstyn Tarrin Tazstra Tazza Tazzar Teltyryn Thalana Thaltarna Thane Thilyn Tlayan Tlindarrim Tlinyl Tlisstrel Toloth Tored Trellis Tress Trilira Tsannimara Tsaon Tuihar Tuistragh Uliir Ulimyrre Ulirizza Ulorlia Ulven'lin Ulveree Ulviirr Undarla Undarrrana Undrynfei Vallabanil Velendror Velriira Vhomdar Vhorn Vield Vielddra Vieldsz Vormra Waeglondyn Waelaemri Waenda Waenna Waerra Welanorl Welpan Xalalina Xalenasyn Xalendalia Xilra Xorna Xuldar Xuldsz Xunda Xunninlurr Xunra Xunzobae Yasstoniss Yaugar Yausz Yauth Yrieldsza Yuevarl Yuinolon Yuinyon Yvonran Yvontra Z'ralae Z'rin Zakasyna Zakiir Zaprandrin Zarrael Zaughe Zeber Zeberet Zel'Ardara Zenzryn Zesst Zilicar Zolokos Zynnafeina

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theblackbookofarkera · 5 years ago

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Gray Ambrians

From the freezing Wild Southlands the Gray Ambrians are the least in number of the four barbarian populations but the wisest in the arts of mysticism. Like the Red, Whit & Black Ambrian tribes the Gray Ambrians survive on hunting, gathering and underground farming. The Gray Ambriens are somehow able to produce leafy greens, tubers and other vegetables by some queer blend of natrualism and magick I am not privy to.

The Gray Ambrians do not have a written language relying solely on oral tradition to pass down knowledge through the generations. If a tribe members dies without fully passing on his knowledge the tribal shamans convene with his spirit in the afterlife allowing the process to continue unabated. The Gray Ambrians do not worship gods but rather seek guidance from the spirits of a long extinct races they call the Shades of Sheor.

“The measure of a people’s quality is not whether they can record their history on paper or stone, it is how accurately and free of lies that history is.”

-Thalura sami-Thalana, wordkeeper

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dilophosaurusatenewman · 5 years ago

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Anyone willing to edit/beta for me?

I finally finished the first draft of my book (the first time I’ve actually finished a draft even though I’ve started several books) and I’ve done a quick read through for basic punctuation, editing, etc. but I was hoping someone else would be willing to read through and give me feedback? I know it always helps to have a fresh pair of eyes and there are things I may not have articulated well enough because I already have the whole story in my head. It would really help me out!! I’m gonna include the first chapter here (under the cut) so y’all aren’t committing to reading something that wouldn’t interest you (and of course don’t feel obligated to finish or rush, even if you offer to help). Any feedback is super appreciated! I’m proud of myself for finishing but am thinking of self-publishing (small time; I don’t expect to make a fortune) and I wanna make sure I do my due diligence before getting further into the process. Thank you guys so much!!!!

It’s like a fantasy/YA sort of genre, also, if that matters to anyone!

Thalana rushed down the path, hastily shoving the herbs in her satchel, almost tripping over a tree root as she went. She paused and took a deep breath before securing the knot on her pouch and taking a few careful steps before picking her pace back up. She knew Aumir would be angry that she was late to the processional, even if he didn’t find out why she had been late, and she wanted to avoid an argument.

She huffed, annoyed that her brother favored tradition so highly even when it seemed inconsequential. The traders were in town so often that it seemed pointless to greet them, even if this was the one time a year traders from all clans were present. They were the same traders that were here throughout the year, why did it matter? Thalana was especially annoyed because she knew, beyond her brother, nobody would even notice her absence. The entire clan met to greet the traders, and one missing villager was not going to be obvious. But Aumir insisted it was their duty to greet the traders, and so Thalana rushed, hoping he had already left and would not notice her tardiness.

Luck was against her, however, and she pushed the door to her home open to see Aumir leaning his hip against their table, waiting.

“Where have you been?” he demanded as soon as she entered, eying the red pouch on her hip and she tried, unsuccessfully, to pull it off and hide it.

“Nowhere,” she replied, giving up on being sneaky and retreating to her room to leave her equipment.

“You know I don’t like it when you go to that place,” Aumir yelled from the kitchen but did not follow her. “It could be dangerous. You have no idea what’s in there or what trouble you could bring back with you. Those herbs could be poisonous.”

Thalana retrieved a nicer set of clothes and changed before bothering to reply. “Nobody seemed to mind when I was able to make that potion that healed Haylica after she ate those helgenberries,” she challenged, emerging from her room to fix her brother with a glare. He pursed his lips, looking away briefly before continuing.

“Still, you know the processional is today. We can’t be late.”

“Yeah, yeah, the entire ceremony will come to a screeching halt if we’re not there,” she griped, but she finished putting on her shoes and motioned for her brother to lead the way.

The center of the village was packed with people, all waiting to see the traders as they made their way into town. In the middle by the hearth was Chieftan Onet, dressed in her formal gown. The Chieftan always greeted the traders during the annual processional as a show of unity among the clans. Thalana found it a bit too ceremonial, especially considering Chieftan Onet hardly even acknowledged traders the rest of the year. This whole event was a show of solidarity among clans who often struggled to be amicable let alone friendly. It was hard for Thalana to believe all the clans had formed from a singular group when her people had first inhabited this land. People were always friendly with outsiders on the surface, but suspicion ran deep and it was rare for true friendships to form among members of different clans.

Thalana hated it.

She eyed her brother, smug in the fact that they hadn’t been late, and disappeared into the crowd before he could restart one of his speeches. She loved her brother, and she knew he loved her, but he had become overbearing since their parents had died. She tried to be understanding that he had had to grow up young, taking on the role of caretaker when he was barely more than a child himself, but it was difficult when all he seemed to do was criticize her. She knew what her clanmates thought of her, of course. The Belgre clan were herbalists and healers; they were supposed to leave the fighting and protecting to the Ravrog or the Vailzur or even the Drenlug. They certainly weren’t supposed to fight themselves. But Thalana hated feeling like she had to rely on others to protect her, so she learned to fight and use a bow, and she was labeled a troublemaker.

She sighed, moving through the crowd to find a spot near the front where she could see. The traders had already begun entering town, their Barrabraun loaded with all the supplies they couldn’t carry themselves. The traders from Oni Nalore led, of course. The Melotra clan inhabited the capitol city and were often trained in diplomacy. It was where the High Chieftan lived, overseeing all that transpired between clans though hardly getting involved. Next were the Ravrog, sturdy people who crafted arms and other trinkets, tasked with watching over the capitol city from their place in the mountains.

The other clans followed behind, waiting their turn as the processional made its way into the city. Chieftan Onet greeted each trader, grasping their hands and touching foreheads, the formal greeting among her people, a sign of respect. It was slow moving, and Thalana lost interest, watching politely but impatiently waiting for the trading booths to be assembled. This was the only real time Thalana got to interact with those from other tribes. The traders made their rounds the rest of the year, of course, but there were long stretches between each visit and many of the clans avoided her village altogether. The weapons and armor of the fighting clans were useless to the peaceful herbalists of Tisval Copse, but they weren’t useless to Thalana. This was her only chance to acquire these items, and she was eager to begin trading.

It took far too long for the processional to end and trading to begin, but Thalana began making her rounds as soon as she could. The Melotra were offering rich fabrics and books, which Thalana scoffed at. The fabrics were only good for making nice clothes, which were worn rarely, and most of her people couldn’t read so the books felt like a veiled attempt at condescension. The reclusive Grenchot clan was known for their study of the stars and were, therefore, the only clan capable of making trustworthy calendars and sky charts. Thalana thought they were interesting, but ultimately useless since she had no real desire to track the stars, sun, or moons. The Sedhi clan, seafarers from the coastal town of Novalona, often bought trinkets made of shells and sea glass but, more importantly, they also brought dried and salted fish, something the Belgre people almost never got to enjoy, being the most centrally located clan, far from any coast. The Drenlug clan came from the city of Salbour. Closest to the mainland, but in an area that suffered from regular flooding and never completely dried, Salbour was known for being swampy and humid, and its people had taken to living above the swamps in treehouses to avoid the mud and muck. This had caused them to become quite adept at stealth, and any hunting they did was usually long range. This meant Thalana had the opportunity to trade for new arrows, and she did so happily.

The Vailzur people were the most outcast of the clans. Hailing from the Venbell Storm Basin, they were known for facing severe conditions on a daily basis and focused on the strength of spirit and self-reliance necessary to survive in the wilds. They were the only clan to come out once a year, solely during the annual processional, and Thalana was justifiably curious. The Vailzur were both tall and muscular, many bearing scars that told the stories of previous hunts. They were offering their own handmade weapons, the only clan not to be armed by the Ravrog, often made from the bones of slain animals. Thalana shivered, thinking of what animal could be big enough to have bones worth crafting weapons from. In addition to weapons, they traded other materials collected from animals that were good for eating or using in alchemy. They also had herbs only found in the storm basin, and were always popular among her people for that reason. Thalana wondered why they didn’t maintain a regular trading regimen with the clan to the south, but knew better than to ask.

The last table Thalana visited was the Ravrog. Before she could begin browsing their items, like she had been planning, she was distracted by one of the men behind the booth. He was perched upon his seat, both legs folded beneath him and a book in his hands, looking up only when Thalana cast a shadow over the words she couldn’t decipher.

“I’ve never seen a member of the Ravrog who could read,” she started, eying the book curiously. He paused, looking up at her cautiously before the older man beside him interjected.

“And I’ve never seen a Belgre who could fight; or, are you here to look at something other than our weapons and armor?”

“No, I’m here to look at armor,” Thalana hesitantly switched her attention away from the man reading to the one before her.

“So, then, you won’t judge my son for his strange interests. My name is Vimdrin; this is my son Daumdahr. He has more interest in reading than crafting, as you can see,” the words seemed biting but were said in a playful tone. “Many in my tribe see it as a reason to ridicule, but I’m sure you get a lot of that yourself with that quiver on your back,” he chuckled. “So, what kind of armor are you looking for?”

“Well, I- I’m not really sure,” Thalana confessed. “I’ve never really had any.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” Vimdrin smiled. “I gather you work mostly with a bow, from the arrows on your back, which means you’ll probably want something a bit more lightweight. But given you’re probably not as experienced as some other fighters, you still want something that will give adequate protection,” Vimdrin paused, looking over his stock and thinking. “Ah,” he exclaimed, walking over to a trunk and pulling out a few pieces. “This should suit you just fine; it’s a little of everything.” He laid the armor out for Thalana to inspect. The piece was made mostly from leather, intricate designs stitched onto the front. There were metal plate attached on the inside, small enough to allow for fluid movements but still enough to offer some extra protection.

Thalana grinned, “it’s beautiful. I’m not sure I could afford something like this, though. All I have to offer are some gems I’ve found while foraging, maybe some stamina potions, oh! And some blade oil I’ve been experimenting with, though I’ll admit I’m not sure how effective it will be,” Thalana trailed off, laying her offerings on the table. Vimdrin inspected the gems carefully before turning his attention to the blade oil, opening the jar and sniffing the contents.

“What’s in the oil,” he asked, taking another whiff.

“Tamander leaves,” Thalana answered, feeling somewhat foolish as she said “I’ve only tried it on my arrows while hunting small game, but the poison is quick acting and has helped me salvage several hunts where the animal would have escaped otherwise.”

Vimdrin paused before looking over at Daumdahr, his nose still deep in his book. “What do you think, Son?”

Daumdahr looked up quickly, startled by the attention. He closed his book, setting it to the side and walking up to the table, looking at Thalana’s offerings. He looked up at her, a small smile on his face, before turning to his father.

“Well, it may not even out exactly, but the blade oil is something we’ve never seen before and it could be worth trying. For all we know, it could be incredibly potent when used on the right game.”

Vimdrin hummed under his breath before looking at Thalana. “I’ll tell you what: I’ll trade you the armor for everything you’ve offered here and the promise that you’ll show Daumdahr around, force him to meet some people and get out of his comfort zone a little.”

“What?” Daumdahr gaped at his father, his cheeks reddening.

“Bah! It’ll be good for you! You never cut yourself any slack, always caught up in your studies,” Vimdrin teased, laughing lightly at his son.

“We do have nightly gatherings,” Thalana interrupted, hoping to spare Daumdahr some embarrassment. “Most of the clan gathers around the hearth for dinner every night. We share food and drink and visit with our neighbors. I could take you, if you’d like.”

Despite her attempt to save him embarrassment, Daumdahr’s cheeks reddened even more. “I don’t need my father to buy me friendship.”

“I don’t mind at all!” Thalana insisted. “You could show me your book, if you want. It would be nice to have someone to talk to; most of my clan are annoyed with me, especially since they’ve seen me trading for weapons and armor today. I doubt they’ll want to talk to me much, but I could at least show you around.”

Daumdahr looked somewhat sheepish before Vimdrin interrupted again. “Great! It’s a deal then. Come around here so I can get your measurements and alter the armor to fit.”

Thalana stepped around the table, smiling at Daumdahr in an attempt at hospitality. He smiled back weakly before picking up his book, continuing to read as Vimdrin used strings of leather to measure Thalana’s build.

“I should have the armor done tonight; you can pick it up when you pick up Daumdahr,” Vimdrin smiled again, warmer than before, though it had never lacked any kindness in the first place.

“Thank you,” Thalana's voice was genuine as she gathered the rest of her belongings before heading home.

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thebizladies · 5 years ago

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johnwaterstrike · 8 years ago

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...A Fighter’s Soul (part 2)

The group meet at Horizon, gathering there as the final bit of planning was done before going after Raimy. He ignore the burning in his left arm, as he mount Safire. The group made for the Silver Bazaar, where Raimy was being held. As Titor work out how they would go in, John spread his fingers out, testing the aether in the area, hoping to pinpoint where Raimy was at. There wasn't any sense of Raimy and he wished that he had been around the other more so he would have had a better reading on the other's aether. He then watch Titor move over, knocking over an oil lamp to start a fire. He follow after, the group going through the back window, and startling the guard that was there. John just had a moment to take in the attack directed at him, calling out to Kit. He thought that she would just do a tackle at the sword man but his stomach twist at the sight of her catching on feet on the man's chest and clamp her teeth on the man's nose. He started beating on her and John went to ready a Ruin spell when she drop from the man's face, teeth holding part of the man's nose. The rest of the fight was blurr, narrowing into one focus point when Titor call him back into the building. They had found Raimy, in an even worst condition that he had seen in Amaya's memories. Titor telling him to teleport him and Raimy out of there. The moment that they came back from the lightshow, he drag the other into the medbay. He settle onto the bed beside Raimy, taking a moment to place his hand on the other's face. 'John,' Kit whisper in his head but he ignore it. He reach in himself, letting his aether flow into Raimy, pushing more into the other when the wounds weren't healing fast enough. The rest blurr again, this time from the draining that he had done with his aether. He thought that Kit had call out to him to stop at one point and then someone had scoop him up and he found himself in bed.

Titor's voice faded as he finally pass out, only to find himself back in that memory again. 'No, no, no...' he thought, watching Fabrellet come toward him. "Curse child, I'll make sure that you pay for your sins. The elements still call for your to be return to the void." The dark blade coming down at his heart again. He brought his hand up, blinking as he found that he was holding Kit's book. His eyes narrow for a split second and then he aim the book at Fabrellet, casting Ruin, and knocking him back and into the light of the opening door. His eyes shot open, blinking as he found that he was sitting up in bed, and Kit's book open as if he had just cast a spell. The cut on his arm flared in icy heat and then faded to a dull throb. 'John,' Kit scare voice sounded in his head. He weakly settle back into the bed. "I'm ok," he whisper aloud. He was breathing hard but he left the book open on his chest. "It's just a nightmare, Kit. I'm not going to worry them any more then they are." He also didn't want Howl to think he was using this to get him to talk to him again. John let his eyes close, waiting for sleep to claim him, waiting for the nightmare to return. Yet, as sleep claim him, his mind slip into darkness but not of the nightmare, it was into true sleep. **** Somewhere in a cave in Thalana. The elezen sat up, rubbing at his chest. The dark blade had been laid on the other side of the cave. "He should not have been able to attack. He should not have that kind of power at that point." Fabrellet growl as he unsteadily got to his feet. 'He is ssstrong,' the elementals/darkness hissed in his head. They shadows wrap around the elezen. 'But given time, even the ssstrongessst can be broken.' "Yes, yes," he said, retriving the blade from the floor of the cave. "His sister ruin me and he will pay her price." 'Yesss,' they hiss. 'Once he isss dead, we will reward you, yesss.' Yes, he would kill the void spawn child and release the elements back into the realm. 'Sssoon,' the shadows hissed to each other. Yes, soon they would have two new bodies to use to break free from the void.

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