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Fantasy Terrorchild: Awakening
- Thread starter K0mori
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hardcore.munchkin
Professional hater
3
Breadman
Big loaf supreme
1
CHUUYAS_HAT
ᴏɴᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ
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joshuadim
the writer
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Damian0358
Roleplaying Procrastinator From Elsewhere
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turtwigwins
Junior Member
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Ask About Seith
New
K0mori
Servant Supreme
Option 1: 3 Votes (42% - Range: 1-42)
Option 2: 2 Votes (29% - Range: 43-71)
Option 3: 2 Votes (29% - Range: 72-100)
Fae Roll: 79
Delighted by the reminder of how you were made aware of Sharyx' existence through divine providence, the drow seems more than eager to tell you anything you want to know. "Ah, y-yes, of course! Let's see... As I told you before, Seith was a cleric - he served Vestria and labored at Falawynn Temple, a few hours' walk east of where the remains of my House lived and died in shame and isolation. My family sought to have me indoctrinated in the elven ways, and were able to enlist the help of one of Seith's fellows from before he was expelled from the temple. Through him, I learned of Seith, and what had happened to the man."
As Sharyx tells the story, you locate a loaf of bread and a jar of something sweet that smells somewhere between honey and jam, and soon, you're fixing a simple platter of the combination for your sisters. "...Seith has always been a curious man. My teacher told me that he doesn't frighten easily, and he was perfectly correct on that matter; while others within the temple's ranks simply turned over the fae-touched for a swift end, Seith alone sought to understand the faerie magic so he could separate the merely motly from the malignantly mad. Few can walk such a path without losing themself, but Seith proved an exception."
"So he isn't fae-touched?" you ask.
Sharyx smirks. "Oh, but he is - he very much is. But he's discovered the rare method of feeding the corrupting madness back into the maw from which it comes... He's a voidsinger. He possesses all the level logic of a sane man, but he's also indifferent to its intrinsic value. And that means the rules no longer apply. The religious tenents he once swore by, the laws of his country and King, and even the constructs of social behavior are rather... esoteric to him." She pauses a moment to bite into the treat you've prepared for her, and for a brief moment, her eyes lose the frightening intensity that you've known since that night in Enthaan. She looks as if she's torn between stuffing her food down and savoring the sweet taste.
You take a bite as well, and feel yourself relax a little bit as the nostalgic taste hits your tongue. You've been on guard since you woke up; maybe you don't need to be - especially since it seems that Sharyx can be polite and decent company as long as she isn't busy celebrating the very concept of carnage and death. "So how long ago did he get thrown out of the Temple?" you ask, knowing that it must've been quick.
"It happened thirty-five years ago, just before I began my formal education," she answers. "I was fifteen, at the time. I don't know the entire story, but I do know that Seith wished to stay in Falawynn and provide his services - to excise the madness of others and halt the executions, and he was rejected outright. He was sent away instead, and told that if his newfound talents proved insufficient to keep him in line, then he would be hunted - same as the rest. He didn't take it well," she says with an ugly sort of chuckle.
Again, the guardians of faith seem to fail at every opportunity to display the compassion they preach. You understand Seith's frustration immediately; his intent was pure, but they cast him aside anyway in favor of their ingrained biases. "...So why did you seek him out after your awakening? He doesn't strike me as the sort of guy who'd want to go on a murder spree."
Sharyx, still smiling wickedly, replies with a quiet satisfaction: "Each of us is an exile. My entire life - fifty years - had been spent searching for the reason why - if everything the cleric told me was true about the Pantheon and its mercy - my family and I would be shunned. And when I learned the truth - that my family had kept my noble bloodline and royal birthright a secret, and had been feeding me a culture that would never love me or accept me as one of its own, it drove me to hate everyone who had deceived me, everyone who denied my destiny to sit upon the throne of Aelesh one day, and all who would oppose me happiness in my lifetime.
"With that anger," she continues, "I was able to offer Seith something he wanted."
You eye her carefully. "...Which is?"
"A front row seat to the church's ultimate downfall."
Your eyes widen as you contemplate the drow's goal. "...You two want to destroy the church? That's isn't possible - if it were, then the church would've stomped out Lythrefang a long time ago. You can't destroy an idea, especially one that's backed by divinity."
Sharyx frowns. "Would we not be better off?"
1. No - The direction of this conversation is suddenly making you extremely uncomfortable. "...No," you say after a moment, shaking your head emphatically. You recognize the insatiable thirst that vengeance has placed within her, and whether you're merely another mortal afflicted with the same terrible tendencies or if you're soon to become her patron deity, you want to redirect her away from this path. "Even if you somehow defy the odds and kill so many people that they fear to pray, it won't grant you the love and acceptance you've always desired. What would you blame, then?" you demand. "And if we were to join you, then none of us would ever live in peace again."
2. Yes - The question catches you off-guard. "Well, of course we would - but you're just one girl. Even with an army like the one I led in Turadal couldn't bring about the scale of death and destruction that you're after," you reply. "As far as I know, you're an absolute novice in magic, anyway, so what exactly is your plan?"
Option 2: 2 Votes (29% - Range: 43-71)
Option 3: 2 Votes (29% - Range: 72-100)
Fae Roll: 79
Delighted by the reminder of how you were made aware of Sharyx' existence through divine providence, the drow seems more than eager to tell you anything you want to know. "Ah, y-yes, of course! Let's see... As I told you before, Seith was a cleric - he served Vestria and labored at Falawynn Temple, a few hours' walk east of where the remains of my House lived and died in shame and isolation. My family sought to have me indoctrinated in the elven ways, and were able to enlist the help of one of Seith's fellows from before he was expelled from the temple. Through him, I learned of Seith, and what had happened to the man."
As Sharyx tells the story, you locate a loaf of bread and a jar of something sweet that smells somewhere between honey and jam, and soon, you're fixing a simple platter of the combination for your sisters. "...Seith has always been a curious man. My teacher told me that he doesn't frighten easily, and he was perfectly correct on that matter; while others within the temple's ranks simply turned over the fae-touched for a swift end, Seith alone sought to understand the faerie magic so he could separate the merely motly from the malignantly mad. Few can walk such a path without losing themself, but Seith proved an exception."
"So he isn't fae-touched?" you ask.
Sharyx smirks. "Oh, but he is - he very much is. But he's discovered the rare method of feeding the corrupting madness back into the maw from which it comes... He's a voidsinger. He possesses all the level logic of a sane man, but he's also indifferent to its intrinsic value. And that means the rules no longer apply. The religious tenents he once swore by, the laws of his country and King, and even the constructs of social behavior are rather... esoteric to him." She pauses a moment to bite into the treat you've prepared for her, and for a brief moment, her eyes lose the frightening intensity that you've known since that night in Enthaan. She looks as if she's torn between stuffing her food down and savoring the sweet taste.
You take a bite as well, and feel yourself relax a little bit as the nostalgic taste hits your tongue. You've been on guard since you woke up; maybe you don't need to be - especially since it seems that Sharyx can be polite and decent company as long as she isn't busy celebrating the very concept of carnage and death. "So how long ago did he get thrown out of the Temple?" you ask, knowing that it must've been quick.
"It happened thirty-five years ago, just before I began my formal education," she answers. "I was fifteen, at the time. I don't know the entire story, but I do know that Seith wished to stay in Falawynn and provide his services - to excise the madness of others and halt the executions, and he was rejected outright. He was sent away instead, and told that if his newfound talents proved insufficient to keep him in line, then he would be hunted - same as the rest. He didn't take it well," she says with an ugly sort of chuckle.
Again, the guardians of faith seem to fail at every opportunity to display the compassion they preach. You understand Seith's frustration immediately; his intent was pure, but they cast him aside anyway in favor of their ingrained biases. "...So why did you seek him out after your awakening? He doesn't strike me as the sort of guy who'd want to go on a murder spree."
Sharyx, still smiling wickedly, replies with a quiet satisfaction: "Each of us is an exile. My entire life - fifty years - had been spent searching for the reason why - if everything the cleric told me was true about the Pantheon and its mercy - my family and I would be shunned. And when I learned the truth - that my family had kept my noble bloodline and royal birthright a secret, and had been feeding me a culture that would never love me or accept me as one of its own, it drove me to hate everyone who had deceived me, everyone who denied my destiny to sit upon the throne of Aelesh one day, and all who would oppose me happiness in my lifetime.
"With that anger," she continues, "I was able to offer Seith something he wanted."
You eye her carefully. "...Which is?"
"A front row seat to the church's ultimate downfall."
Your eyes widen as you contemplate the drow's goal. "...You two want to destroy the church? That's isn't possible - if it were, then the church would've stomped out Lythrefang a long time ago. You can't destroy an idea, especially one that's backed by divinity."
Sharyx frowns. "Would we not be better off?"
1. No - The direction of this conversation is suddenly making you extremely uncomfortable. "...No," you say after a moment, shaking your head emphatically. You recognize the insatiable thirst that vengeance has placed within her, and whether you're merely another mortal afflicted with the same terrible tendencies or if you're soon to become her patron deity, you want to redirect her away from this path. "Even if you somehow defy the odds and kill so many people that they fear to pray, it won't grant you the love and acceptance you've always desired. What would you blame, then?" you demand. "And if we were to join you, then none of us would ever live in peace again."
2. Yes - The question catches you off-guard. "Well, of course we would - but you're just one girl. Even with an army like the one I led in Turadal couldn't bring about the scale of death and destruction that you're after," you reply. "As far as I know, you're an absolute novice in magic, anyway, so what exactly is your plan?"
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