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located in Lastra, a part of Jewel Princess, one of the many universes on RPG.

Lastra

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Character Portrait: Kirrah Shay Character Portrait: Raiyn Illander Character Portrait: Talazar D'Tvala Character Portrait: Aelianus Kahstar Character Portrait: Nira Ku Character Portrait: Drogoth Baener Character Portrait: Entalo Raiz Character Portrait: Anton Hierot Character Portrait: Rue Janair
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Talazar

Talazar's grip was tight around the hilt of the doctor's scalpel, the one whom he'd killed earlier. He watched with grit teeth and slightly distorted vision as Drogoth made his escape, his anger at the sight of his scythe leaving him in the possession of such a treacherous rat nearly overcoming his realization to the sudden use of the man's jewels. Propped slightly on one elbow, the man looked above him to where a massive sheet of ice had formed once again, this thought time it was sitting precariously on several support beams instead of simply floating overhead. The reaper cursed out loud as Nira's magic impacted the vacant spot that once held Drogoth, the same spot that was moments later full of water as the man attacked through the hole from which he'd made his escape, the sudden flood pouring into the room and easily taking down the legs which held up the ice.

Had Talazar been just a little more lucid and in control of himself and his thoughts, perhaps he could've used the momentum of the rushing water to push him out of the way of the now falling object. Unfortunately for him, with a mind that was free-falling back into the hell he'd just exited, things had begun to not make sense anymore, and what he saw coming at him rather than water was instead a massive shark, its open maw inviting him in with rows of sharp, serrated teeth, each glistening even more ominously than his scythe ever had. The man without thinking clamped down to the floor, petrified at the sight of the beast as he shut his eyes, his scream obscured only by of the rushing miniature tsunami which easily overtook him.

Unconsciousness was a state in which Talazar seemed to enjoy residing within. The darkness was soothing, calming, and yet suffocating. He'd just been eaten by a shark, a nasty, cartilaginous monstrosity. He must've been in league with the swordfish, the stupid animals. A shark isn't even a fish! The reaper mulled this over in his head, simply giving in and allowing himself to be further swallowed by the warmth that was death. A shark shouldn't be in league with a real fish, a shark should be combating those real fish, the ones who cheated them out of even being fish. No bones, that must be a real pain... Of course, flexibility wise that meant they were pretty agile... Was a shark better? Of course they were, top of the food chain despite their lacking of a skeletal system! Hmmph. He should be at the top, and yet where was he? He lacked weapons granted to him through some sort of divine birthright or adaptation, and yet he had once been on the top! One of the most feared men who roamed this world, the Reaper and yet... He was dying. But why?

... Why was he dying? What was death? He spent so long passing this judgment onto others, even watched the one whom he loved leave him for it, and yet he didn't know what it was. He preached of a better place beyond, he even told of a hell, and yet he didn't even know for sure. Was he dead now? The man looked at himself, but he couldn't. The darkness was too thick, and he wasn't even sure if he was in any kind of a physical form. So, was he a spirit? Was he to face what he'd done to so many others? Talazar couldn't even count all those that he'd killed, and yet he never imagined he'd be here with them. Yes, that's it, he was here with them. He could see them... Each and every person, warriors, soldiers, civilian men, women and children, all of them were standing in front of him, their faces devoid of any emotion, a crowd whose expanse was more than he could fathom, simply staring at him.

Talazar moved forward carefully, slowly, as if at any moment everyone he'd done wrong would attack him, overwhelm him. But if he was already dead, could that happen? Maybe he'd simply be stuck to suffer for eternity while each one got their vengeance.. Maybe he'd simply live the rest of his existence in this darkness, roaming the sea of familiar faces, some of whom were too young to even realize what was happening, left cowering in a corner, crying for their mothers who couldn't come to their aid.

Was he feeling sympathetic? Sadness? He couldn't tell. Looking into the eyes of those who were murdered, those who died without cause... A chill ran up the reaper's spine and stayed there. Slowly he continued onward, everyone lined up in neat rows, unmoving except for their eyes which followed him, their eyes which told him everything they had experienced and felt up to their bitter end. The man kept walking, passing a shade, a young woman, a girl, a soldier of some type. He remembered them all, remembered the enjoyment he got from running his blade through them, hearing their screams and pleas of mercy... And he had silenced it all.

Talazar shut his eyes, turned away from everyone. He couldn't take it. He couldn't see the people, and yet he felt their gazes penetrating into his head, reading every last one of his thoughts, tearing away at him and prying for the same answer he kept asking himself. Why?

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Had he imagined it? No, he hadn't. A voice had just spoken to him, called to him, answered back, the first sound he'd heard for as long as he'd been here, however long it was. The man looked up, looked through the darkness towards the sound of the single person he longed for. He couldn't see her, but he heard it. That same voice... Whose was it? He needed a face to match, but it wouldn't show up... No image... Just darkness.


Aelianus

Aelianus simply lay quiet as the blue-haired woman worked. Her magic rushing through him was exhilarating, a welcomed feeling that dispelled the burning which engulfed him, and the pain that accompanied the many bruises, cuts and broken bones he harbored. He knew he'd probably need more looking after later, but for now what she had done would suffice, so he stayed silent, looking up at her curiously. Where she and other two had come from, he didn't know. Who were they were and why exactly there were even present, he didn't know. Yet he was glad.

Listening intently to the conversation which followed, between the blue-haired woman and Jewel Princess, Aelianus' earlier statements seemed to have been disregarded, but he didn't mind. He'd rather not talk about it now anyway. He needed time, even if it were just another five minutes.

"Uh... I'll go get some water for everyone!"

Aelianus woke suddenly, his eyes snapping awake at the woman's proclamation. He hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep and had completely lost track of time. Looking around quickly, he noted Kirrah, or rather Liliya? .. asleep along with Raiyn. Did he dream up the conversation he'd overheard, or did that actually happen? It seemed so real in his mind's eye, the two women speaking softly amongst each other, nature harmonizing around them... No, it couldn't be real. Must've been just a dream... That woman couldn't be a Fae Princess, could she? But then again, she certainly had the charm... Maybe when she returned he'd ask her... Yes, that would do.

Looking to the side, the boy's gaze fell onto the other two men whom he'd yet to be properly introduced to. They seemed to be having a quiet debate between one another, bonded to the point where eye contact was the only thing necessary to pass along a conversation. Aelianus couldn't help but smile as he thought back to Talazar lying on his back in the garden. Kianha would always sit on top of him, their gazes locked, speaking a million words in a single glance. The man had seemed so happy, and it had all turned to hell after that day.

Sighing, Aelianus stood. His chains, all his weapons were gone and his clothes were tattered and burnt, but it didn't matter right now. As quietly as he could, the boy began off into the forest. He had no destination in mind, had no intention of leaving or doing anything really, but simply wanted to walk. He needed a moment alone with his thoughts, he needed to see the purity of nature and serenity of life once more.