91st of Ash, 4622
The searing pain that runs through his limbs was enough for the thief to briefly lose his consciousness, only to be brought back by the presence of angry & venom that seeps out of Dahlia’s voice. For someone named after a beautiful flower, there was nothing characteristically charming about her other than looks alone.
Her usual confidents was slowly being marred by the wounds that she has acclimated from their bouts of combat; It was to Jared’s surprise that his mastery over Nightfall proved to be potentially lethal, something that the thief was not proud of any means since killing was not in his moral compass unless it was necessary & while it is required to preserve his own life. It does not sit well in the Alistian’s thief stomach.
As the forest of towering flower & coiling vines that spans across the stems dissipates into the wind, leaving behind a plane of black & white squares with the ever greyplane looming from above. There were no game pieces or plant life, neither Dahlia herself or conjured items that had made its impact on the thief’s body. For truly, this plane harbors nothing more than a mere ten by ten square which alternates between the blackest of black & the alabaster white panes with the edges being more than a blur, one could say that it moved & swirled like thick smoke or ashen gray fog.
Both combatants were briefing heavily, some more than others but this just meant that the finale of this grand show will be nearing its climax. In some strange sense, Jared felt like all of this was merely a test to see if he had the willpower & determination to make a difference in the world even if his influence was as small as a drop in the ocean that covers the world he lives in, his one home & refuge that may only experience once and only once.
Spitting out the Umbralplasm gag out to the side, the thief couldn’t help but let out loud fits of coughing as his body felt heavier by the second as despite slowing down his bleeding, his mortal vessel only had so much body to hold & give back to the world. Jared needed to find out where Dahlia was hiding and that was not going to be an easy feat since the thief lacked the charisma prowess to maintain even a basic haggling or conversation but that did not mean the thief had to try.
“You are right…. Cough You could wait for me… To bleed out… But where is the satisfaction in that… Cough Cough”
The thief had to start the conversation even in his extremely wounded state, if the thief had to endure more; He would but how long could he last & how much pain his body could be handled now came down to his desires, his hopes & hard-working nature will boil down to. Could he weather a storm or plunge into a sea of darkness… For now, the fledgling sparrow that left the comfort of his nest almost 2 seasons ago was placed in a trial; If he was worthy to live or vanish like many others long ago, only the tapestry of fate could predict where the story could or will end.
Her usual confidents was slowly being marred by the wounds that she has acclimated from their bouts of combat; It was to Jared’s surprise that his mastery over Nightfall proved to be potentially lethal, something that the thief was not proud of any means since killing was not in his moral compass unless it was necessary & while it is required to preserve his own life. It does not sit well in the Alistian’s thief stomach.
As the forest of towering flower & coiling vines that spans across the stems dissipates into the wind, leaving behind a plane of black & white squares with the ever greyplane looming from above. There were no game pieces or plant life, neither Dahlia herself or conjured items that had made its impact on the thief’s body. For truly, this plane harbors nothing more than a mere ten by ten square which alternates between the blackest of black & the alabaster white panes with the edges being more than a blur, one could say that it moved & swirled like thick smoke or ashen gray fog.
Both combatants were briefing heavily, some more than others but this just meant that the finale of this grand show will be nearing its climax. In some strange sense, Jared felt like all of this was merely a test to see if he had the willpower & determination to make a difference in the world even if his influence was as small as a drop in the ocean that covers the world he lives in, his one home & refuge that may only experience once and only once.
Spitting out the Umbralplasm gag out to the side, the thief couldn’t help but let out loud fits of coughing as his body felt heavier by the second as despite slowing down his bleeding, his mortal vessel only had so much body to hold & give back to the world. Jared needed to find out where Dahlia was hiding and that was not going to be an easy feat since the thief lacked the charisma prowess to maintain even a basic haggling or conversation but that did not mean the thief had to try.
“You are right…. Cough You could wait for me… To bleed out… But where is the satisfaction in that… Cough Cough”
The thief had to start the conversation even in his extremely wounded state, if the thief had to endure more; He would but how long could he last & how much pain his body could be handled now came down to his desires, his hopes & hard-working nature will boil down to. Could he weather a storm or plunge into a sea of darkness… For now, the fledgling sparrow that left the comfort of his nest almost 2 seasons ago was placed in a trial; If he was worthy to live or vanish like many others long ago, only the tapestry of fate could predict where the story could or will end.
