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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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"It was. However, it was won against my brother not necessarily by defeating him. My friends then were strong warriors and took to the Thu'um the best out of all of those who I taught it to. However, they were not enough for my brother. Only one being could defeat him- they simply had not yet been born. So they did the only thing that was possible: they sent him forward in time." Paarthurnax pauses there. He knows that for many races, it's an idea that's possibly hard to grasp... Especially those who don't have Elder Scrolls in their world.
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"...I've heard of someone being frozen for a long time and not aging, but how do you... send someone to another time? And how could you know it would be any better?"
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The desperation they must have felt when they used it, though, that's a much more comprehensible thing.
"...I'm sorry."
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"Many wish for long lives, yet it is easy to forget with such longevity that you will lose many friends and family. Still... If not for my long life, I would not have met you or the rest of those who dwell here. I am thankful for that."
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"...I am, too," is all she says in the end. She still wishes there was someone else from her own world here, but she has to be grateful for the people from other worlds who've been accepting of her.
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"Thank you for indulging an old dov his words."
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And there were a few... familiarities in it that she wasn't expecting.
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