I'm tempted for Jub to take the origami, just I feel like he'd find it amusing.
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Vigil
Like Francesca, Vigil remains near the back of the group as they make their way further into the tomb and keeps his eyes and ears opened to make sure no one followed them. He doesn't pay much attention to the statues or really any of the chamber's contents, instead keeping his eye on each member of the group. He didn't want any of them to go wandering off alone and get themselves into trouble.
It was only when a marching order was suggested that he turned his attention towards the pathways. "I, ah, could go first," he offers. "While I am not the most nimble, I have honed my senses living in the badlands, and should be able to detect any threats." He sweeps his tail upwards to indicate his shelled back. "Besides, even if I do set a trap off, I'm well enough defended to take a hit."
While I was writing that scene, I suddenly imagined Skobeloff in an interrogation room with Tamba and Pleexem playing good cop-bad cop trying to figure out if he's corrupted or not xP
It didn't take much effort for Skobeloff to wake the other two drakes, namely because it turned out neither were actually asleep: as Skobeloff went to nudge one of the sleeping forms, he was immediately greeted with it opening its eyes, registering who was standing before them, and then wrapping their wings around the trickster in a relieved hug.
"Thank the moons, a friendly face at last!" Skobeloff would recognise Tamba's voice immediately.
The other figure in the room also sits up. "Careful, Tamba," he says in a hushed voice. Skobeloff can probably assume this other dragon is Pleexem, and from what it seems, the two of them had also been pretending to be asleep. "For all we know, he could be corrupted too!"
"Oh, you're right!" Tamba immediately lets go of Skobeloff, takes a step back before craning her neck forward to look the blue drake up and down. "Hmm, it's actually hard to tell in this light, gimme a sec." She takes another step back before lifting up a claw, and glancing up at the sky. She mutters some sort of prayer, likely to one of the moons, before a small spark of light appears in her claw. It doesn't do much to light the room, but it does at least allow Skobeloff to better see Tamba and Pleexem's faces. While Skobeloff hadn't recognise Pleexem's name, he did recall seeing this dragon with Tamba a few times before. He also will notice a similarity in colour schemes and body shapes of the two other drakes, indicating that they're not only clutchmates, they're also probably related in some way. "Well, at least it's something," Tamba says as she looks at the light in her claw. "Do you know how tricky the moons have been since we've got here? I've been barely able to do any magic. Not sure if it's because of the Darkness being present on this island or simply because we're in a shaded area. Now, if you'll just..." The green dragon looks at Skobeloff again, scrutinizing him as if she's looking for something. After a moment, she glances over at Pleexem. "He seems alright. No wierd black veins OR any change in his colouration."
Pleexem gives a small, somewhat skeptical 'hmm' but he does walk closer to the two of them, taking a seat next to Tamba. "If you say so," he mutters. "You know him better than I do, after all."
"Thank the moons, a friendly face at last!" Skobeloff would recognise Tamba's voice immediately.
The other figure in the room also sits up. "Careful, Tamba," he says in a hushed voice. Skobeloff can probably assume this other dragon is Pleexem, and from what it seems, the two of them had also been pretending to be asleep. "For all we know, he could be corrupted too!"
"Oh, you're right!" Tamba immediately lets go of Skobeloff, takes a step back before craning her neck forward to look the blue drake up and down. "Hmm, it's actually hard to tell in this light, gimme a sec." She takes another step back before lifting up a claw, and glancing up at the sky. She mutters some sort of prayer, likely to one of the moons, before a small spark of light appears in her claw. It doesn't do much to light the room, but it does at least allow Skobeloff to better see Tamba and Pleexem's faces. While Skobeloff hadn't recognise Pleexem's name, he did recall seeing this dragon with Tamba a few times before. He also will notice a similarity in colour schemes and body shapes of the two other drakes, indicating that they're not only clutchmates, they're also probably related in some way. "Well, at least it's something," Tamba says as she looks at the light in her claw. "Do you know how tricky the moons have been since we've got here? I've been barely able to do any magic. Not sure if it's because of the Darkness being present on this island or simply because we're in a shaded area. Now, if you'll just..." The green dragon looks at Skobeloff again, scrutinizing him as if she's looking for something. After a moment, she glances over at Pleexem. "He seems alright. No wierd black veins OR any change in his colouration."
Pleexem gives a small, somewhat skeptical 'hmm' but he does walk closer to the two of them, taking a seat next to Tamba. "If you say so," he mutters. "You know him better than I do, after all."
Gonna get a post up over the weekend.
As Skobeloff pretends to fall asleep on his feet and rests his head against the older dragon, he feels one of her wings fold over him and press him closer to her. He can hear Fogdance's heart racing inside her chest, revealing that despite her attempts to appear as gentle and welcoming as possible, she is actually on the verge of complete panic: the Darkness has warped her perception of the world around her, causing her to see threats round every corner. However, instead of being afraid for her own well-being, her focus seems to entirely be on protecting those under her care. It's likely, from what Fellwing shared about her vision, that Fogdance is holding Tamba and Pleexem here against their will in an attempt to 'keep them safe', and plans to do the same with Skobeloff. This suspicion is confirmed as they reach one of the rooms, and Fogdance has to pause in order to go through her keyring in search of the correct key. This gives Skobeloff time to consider his options.
Over the many centuries since the Moonlit Isles were first raised into the sky, much work has been done in an attempt to understand the Darkness, with Houses Myndoth and Kebros taking the most active role in research. As such, Skobeloff has a decent amount of information to go off of concerning shadow selves: when the Darkness fully overtakes someone, it targets a trait or belief that is core to that individual and twists and exaggerates it until they are a dark parody of themselves. The best way to return someone to themselves is to challenge this belief. From what Skobeloff can tell, Fogdance's normally nurturing soul has been turned to an over-protectiveness, bordering on possessiveness. Her desire to love and care for those smaller and weaker than herself has been poisoned so that she no longer able to recognise them as individuals with their own needs and wants, but objects that need to be hoarded and kept safe at all cost. Because Skobeloff has been playing along, Fogdance has been rather docile. Should he start exercising his own will and independence, however, he will likely bring out a viciousness in the older dragon, the viciousness of a mother trying to protect her young but to absurd, self-destructive degree. Skobeloff needs to find a way to convince Fogdance, either through word or action, that her smothering nature is at best unnecessary and at worst harmful to those she seeks to care for.
At last, Fogdance seems to locate the correct key and opens the door to a small, dark room. The windows have been closed and no light sources are visible, but Skobeloff can just about see the sleeping forms of two small drakes, likely Tamba and Pleexem. He feels Fogdance start to gently nudge him into the room. What will Skobeloff do?
Alpin leads the dragons away from his corrupted brethren and deeper into the marshier part of the jungle. At first, the young brownie is quiet, keeping his pace quick and his eyes in front, only pausing when he hears a sound or detects movement. Whenever they encounter one of the other brownies, he stops completely and raises his hand to signal that the dragons should do the same. Once the threat has moved, he starts scurrying forward again. After walking long enough without encountering another living creature, to where the trees are sparse and the ground is more water than soil, he finally starts to slow down a little and will often look over his shoulder at the dragons. In particular, he keeps looking at Fellwing. Obviously, the seer calling him by name has confused the brownie, and he appears to be trying to recollect if they may have met at some point.
Eventually, he gives up trying and just says what he's been thinking this whole time. "So, hey, I'm Alpin," he introduced himself, still walking forward as he speaks. He then tilts his head towards Fellwing. "But then, you already knew that. Somehow. And can I say, that's very strange because I haven't met many dragons in my time - they don't have much reason to come round here - and I certainly haven't met a pure black dragon before. So I'm afraid, friends, you have me at something of a disadvantage, because you know me and I don't know you." He tilts his head towards each of the dragons, as if he's waiting for them to finally introduce themselves.
Over the many centuries since the Moonlit Isles were first raised into the sky, much work has been done in an attempt to understand the Darkness, with Houses Myndoth and Kebros taking the most active role in research. As such, Skobeloff has a decent amount of information to go off of concerning shadow selves: when the Darkness fully overtakes someone, it targets a trait or belief that is core to that individual and twists and exaggerates it until they are a dark parody of themselves. The best way to return someone to themselves is to challenge this belief. From what Skobeloff can tell, Fogdance's normally nurturing soul has been turned to an over-protectiveness, bordering on possessiveness. Her desire to love and care for those smaller and weaker than herself has been poisoned so that she no longer able to recognise them as individuals with their own needs and wants, but objects that need to be hoarded and kept safe at all cost. Because Skobeloff has been playing along, Fogdance has been rather docile. Should he start exercising his own will and independence, however, he will likely bring out a viciousness in the older dragon, the viciousness of a mother trying to protect her young but to absurd, self-destructive degree. Skobeloff needs to find a way to convince Fogdance, either through word or action, that her smothering nature is at best unnecessary and at worst harmful to those she seeks to care for.
At last, Fogdance seems to locate the correct key and opens the door to a small, dark room. The windows have been closed and no light sources are visible, but Skobeloff can just about see the sleeping forms of two small drakes, likely Tamba and Pleexem. He feels Fogdance start to gently nudge him into the room. What will Skobeloff do?
Alpin leads the dragons away from his corrupted brethren and deeper into the marshier part of the jungle. At first, the young brownie is quiet, keeping his pace quick and his eyes in front, only pausing when he hears a sound or detects movement. Whenever they encounter one of the other brownies, he stops completely and raises his hand to signal that the dragons should do the same. Once the threat has moved, he starts scurrying forward again. After walking long enough without encountering another living creature, to where the trees are sparse and the ground is more water than soil, he finally starts to slow down a little and will often look over his shoulder at the dragons. In particular, he keeps looking at Fellwing. Obviously, the seer calling him by name has confused the brownie, and he appears to be trying to recollect if they may have met at some point.
Eventually, he gives up trying and just says what he's been thinking this whole time. "So, hey, I'm Alpin," he introduced himself, still walking forward as he speaks. He then tilts his head towards Fellwing. "But then, you already knew that. Somehow. And can I say, that's very strange because I haven't met many dragons in my time - they don't have much reason to come round here - and I certainly haven't met a pure black dragon before. So I'm afraid, friends, you have me at something of a disadvantage, because you know me and I don't know you." He tilts his head towards each of the dragons, as if he's waiting for them to finally introduce themselves.
Flicker looked alarmed when Jørmund started shouting, and glanced over their shoulder just to make sure this Haraldr wasn't standing right behind them. Nope, all clear. They looked back at Jørmund. "Ooookay, that's enough potion for you," they said, placing a hand on the earth genasi's shoulder. If they had any thoughts about trying the Zing themself, those were now well and truly squashed. Shooting out lightning bolts was concerning enough, but Flicker certainly did not want to have hallucinations of people they'd fought in the past. They glanced at the goblin. "Do you have a list of side-effects on that bottle? If you don't, you probably might want to look into that." They raised their free hand defensively, in case the goblin started shouting again. "I'm not meaning to offend, just... think it would be a good idea. For your business."
This is when we find out that it was not her genie parent that gave Aura her powers but rather a trickster god disguised as her genie parent who gave Aura her powers and this has all just been a cleaver ruse. The god then has decided to also take the place of Aura's familiar just to see how shit is going.
One Aura would honestly be impressed with and not be mad about. XD
Why do all this you ask? For some entertainment.
Or Aura's 'genie parent' is a trickster god, and it turns out Aura's been a powerful demigod this whole time and no one ever realised it, not even Aura herself. xP
Apologies that it's taking a while for the next post. Feeling low energy these last couple of days, and this post is probably going to be a bit on the longer side. Hopefully, I should get it out by the end of the week. Thank you all for your patience ^^;
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