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thebastion2014-06-05 08:07 pm
wayofvoice) wrote in thebastion2014-06-05 08:07 pm
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Day 196 // Open
Who: Paarthurnax and folks
Open: Open
When: 196, in the evening
Where: By the river
What: Amongst the things from a land of mountains and frost: a pair of gloves meant for more than thieves. A creation of metal and steam and other things from a race that didn't need the Calamity to do themselves in. Glowing plants that chime.
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Warnings: Grampadragon is harmless (usually). No guarantees for the rest of the losers in the Bastion.
In the absence of the group that head to Sky Haven Temple, the Bastion has brought something to fruition for Paarthurnax. In the evening as the dragon returns, he circles about before landing by the riverside to inspect his new prizes.
The most notable is an enormous construct which shines in the light of the dimming sun. It almost seems to breathe in and out, but that's just the puff of steam which exit from it- a sign it's active if nothing else although it doesn't seem to move. Draped across one of its arms are a set of gloves, a dark contrast against the brilliant metal.
The last of his acquisitions would be the plants which now are growing along the river's edge and amongst the shore of the lake. It's harder to tell in the daytime, but as it grows darker, one can see the pale green glow they give off. It's one constant, however, is the faint chiming noise that becomes readily apparent to any who are near to it.
Paarthurnax seems pleased with it all, inspecting the Centurion carefully and brushing his nose against the plants.
Open: Open
When: 196, in the evening
Where: By the river
What: Amongst the things from a land of mountains and frost: a pair of gloves meant for more than thieves. A creation of metal and steam and other things from a race that didn't need the Calamity to do themselves in. Glowing plants that chime.
Format: any
Warnings: Grampadragon is harmless (usually). No guarantees for the rest of the losers in the Bastion.
In the absence of the group that head to Sky Haven Temple, the Bastion has brought something to fruition for Paarthurnax. In the evening as the dragon returns, he circles about before landing by the riverside to inspect his new prizes.
The most notable is an enormous construct which shines in the light of the dimming sun. It almost seems to breathe in and out, but that's just the puff of steam which exit from it- a sign it's active if nothing else although it doesn't seem to move. Draped across one of its arms are a set of gloves, a dark contrast against the brilliant metal.
The last of his acquisitions would be the plants which now are growing along the river's edge and amongst the shore of the lake. It's harder to tell in the daytime, but as it grows darker, one can see the pale green glow they give off. It's one constant, however, is the faint chiming noise that becomes readily apparent to any who are near to it.
Paarthurnax seems pleased with it all, inspecting the Centurion carefully and brushing his nose against the plants.
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"Machines seem to have a knack for sticking around for a long time." He replied, examining the Centurion closer. "Momo would have liked to learn about the Dwemer. It sounds like something straight out of the Techno Age she taught us about." There's a small, sad smile at the memory. For all he lost even before coming to the Bastion, there were certainly times when loss weighed heavily on his heart. He has a feeling he would eventually come to outlive all of his friends, but he didn't ever want it to happen this soon.
"If my still living is any indication, I wouldn't have counted the Dwemer completely gone. At least before the Calamity."
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It's when he trails off and glances around that he hears the sound of the plant. "What's that?" He asks, glancing behind Paarthunax.
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The next question has him focusing on the plants, still glowing quietly in the darkness of night. "Nirnroot," Paarthurnax answers. "A plant native to Tamriel and Skyrim. A helpful plant when used in alchemy."
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On Paar's explanation, Ryu's attention turns a bit more to the plant. "Does it have any medical uses?" He asks, since any possibility of using better medicine versus relying on his magic, especially limited as it is, feels like a better prospect if he's trying to help someone else.
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"Nid, the strongest effect of Nirnroot would be that it can be mildly poisonous if prepared so- to both the health and strength of your body. Yet it is also a prime ingredient in potions which can protect you from magic- or turn you invisible."
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"Turning invisible is certainly something I could have used while I was a child." He answers with a shake of his head. "I wonder if Colin could help come up with a concoction using this? I'm not very good with mixing much beyond medicine, but he might have a few ideas. What do you think?" Because giving Colin a plant to experiment with is the best idea.
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Regardless, he answers Ryu patiently. "Other entities, beings that could not exist on the physical plane of Mundus as I could save for when they were summoned. When vanquished in such a realm, they left their physical shells behind but would simply be pieced back together in their home realm of Oblivion. The weaker amongst them could be called by mages and would do their bidding. But the strongest amongst them were known as the Daedric Princes- each with their own plane of existence in Oblivion and each extremely powerful.
"As for the Nirnroot- best leave such matters to Rosethorn. She knows such life best."
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He nods, though he doesn't know Rosethorn all that well, he'll trust Paar's wisdom on the matter. "So what are these gloves?" He asks, motioning to the pair resting on the Centurion's limb.
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"They are part of a set of armor. Have you met Crona?"
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"I don't know that I have, but I've probably seen them before. Especially if Crona is also learning your language."
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"Hi dreh ni fon wah laan fah naan, Paarthunax." He says after a moment. Unlike speaking in his common tongue, his skill with the new language requires him to slow down and be a bit more deliberate in his speech, but he's coming along nicely for a kid with little formal education. "I feel like you should also get something in kind. Your language may not be that of the Brood, but it feels like we have some kinship all the same."
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"Dii firig prustiik vust ni selvakor nistmaar wah dii tinvok ol pogaas ol nust vust wah dii Thu'um. Zu'u los zokah do fos nust doj. Gah wah hon dii joriinro zul saag wah zey ont zuk ter fresh ven wah dii viing." It is a lot of words- Paarthurnax says them clealry and carefully. He doesn't want his student to feel lost. "And nid- I do not want for much. I once spent a life of greed. Then, for many centuries after that, I spent a life of nothing but the barest of what I needed. It is a life I am content with. So long as I have good company, I am happy."
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"With how much everyone likes you, I don't think you'll have any shortage of friends." He adds with a soft chuckle.
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"Yet regardless of individual thought, the Bastion as a whole accepts us. I imagine that makes newcomers accept us as well accept our presence." He finally gives pause, seeming to think of something. "So long as none from our own worlds who have cause to bring blade up against us, we should do well here."
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"There was someone like that, who traveled with me to hunt my kind to the end, but that's a pretty long story in and of itself." He adds, while he's told Paarthunax bits and pieces of his travels, he's never really taken the time to sit down with someone and recount the whole tale of seeking God for answers about the Brood.
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That's where they found me. A couple of miners found me and tried to detonate the vein. I don't know how I got there, or how long I had been asleep, but their explosives woke me up. I remember being scared. They were just as scared, they attacked me, and..." He trails off for a moment, it's a memory that still bothers him. "I burned them. I was scared and angry and I didn't know what was going on, so I burned anyone that looked like a threat." It's pretty clear this part of the story is a little difficult for him to recount, but he takes a few calming breaths and moves on.
"They eventually caught me, I don't remember how they did it. I woke up in a cage and managed to break out. That's when I changed back from a dragon for the first time, and that's when my brother Rei found me. Turns out I had scared off some game and was about to be eaten by some curs. If he hadn't found me, we probably wouldn't be talking right now." He smiles a little, remembering how Rei recounted the story to him. He was sure there might have been a little embellishing, but still. It's sort of a happy memory for him.
"That's when Rei and Teepo took me in, and taught me how to survive. I learned a lot from them. We used to steal from people to survive, but... That got us in trouble later." He pauses, glancing up to Paarthunax if the dragon had any questions so far.
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"When one is desperate and confused, unfortunate things may happen. It simply is." There's no judging for either Ryu attacking the miners or thieving. "What occurred then?"
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"He seemed so big back then, he was strong enough that he knocked us all out with no problems when Rei had the bright idea of trying to break into his house and steal some food. Bunyan thought we should do some real work, so he sent Rei into the mountains to hunt a monster. Teepo and I caught up with him and fought her, it was a monster we called Nue. That was probably the first real time I put myself in danger." He shakes his head after a moment, turning to Paarthunax. "Do you remember how I acted while we were hunting the Gasfella? That Nue we were hunting was also a mother, trying to protect its cubs. But by the time we killed her, the cubs were long dead. Bunyan knew all about them, and he asked us a question when we came down. He said to us: If you had known the cubs were there, would you have let her live?"
It's a question Ryu has mulled over a great deal, even in the years since the event has passed. "To be honest, I don't know the answer to this day. She was still attacking the farmers' livestock, but she was just trying to feed her cubs, even if she didn't realize they were dead."