Forgotten Freedom:76
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Kithle - *puts away the detonaters* I Hope you enjoyed the show.
Crow - meh Too tame
Kithle - *click*
Fwoom
Crow - I'm pink aren't I :mad:
Silver - :eek: Worse... Fuschia
Crow - That :censored: Bastard
Kithle - Thats magnificent bastard to you. :D
As soft music begins to play, the brides step out onto the stage. The dance is slow yet entrancing, their dresses twirling as they move, creating a semi-hypnotic effect. How they manage not to trip is anyone's guess, but their movements seem to simply flow like water. As the song finishes, several more couples join them on the floor.
Satnak - I dun fel so gud :pint: :yuck: .
Chalky - ... How did she get drunk?
Roosevelt - It was Elminster Jarlot, I'm surprised the fumes alone didn't get the whole ship.
Satnak - Row Row Row yer boat...
Chalky - HELP
Silver: So you don't like being pink?
Crow: Fuschia.
Silver: Okay, fuschia.
Crow: By all that is boring, no! If I'm going to be fuschia, I need to be a bunny. (bunny transform)
Kithle: So now you're a god of death…who's a bright pink bunny?
Silver: What, why'd you think people feared death?
A convenient evil person appears in the center of the room.
Bunny: :devil: (vorpal rabbit bite of horribly embarrassing death)
Kithle: No worries…(pulls out holy hand grenade)
Silver: Not going to work.
Kithle throws the grendade. It envelopes Bunny.
Bunny becomes bright white and grows angel wings.
Kithle: Now what?
Angel Bunny (cute voice): I'm here to spread hapiness and wuv!
Everyone: *glare at Kithle*
Silver: Kill something in an especially cool way.
Kithle: What?
Silver: He's still a god of death under there. All he needs is some inspiration.
Klaz: Crickey!
Obvious what happens.
Bunny: Whew! For a moment there I thought I was going to have the spread sickening cheer. (turns black, grows cool horns)
Silver (to Kithle): Lesson?
Kithle: Maim or otherwise physically hurt the Entities of Non-existance.
Devon aproaches the mic.
Devon: Have a passage I wish to recite to you all, ahem, "there once was a man from Nantucket-"
He is proptle cut off as half a dozen of Sa'vor's half-dragon security force tackle him and proceed to beat the living **** out of him.
Bunny: Getting closer…
Cool Cthulhu : Where is my girl when there's a dance. :weep:
Ketler: You have a girlfriend?
Cool Cthulhu : A wife actually. Her name is Idh-yaa.
Ketler: Why can everyone but me get laid?
Cool Cthulhu : Well Devon isn't getting any either.
Ketler: :weep:
Silver: Sorry, you're wrong on several counts. First, Norbaz is still in the awkward stage with Andrea. Second, there are several other relationships which don't include "gettin' any", including Sa'vor and Slip. Third, several other male crewmembers who couldn't get a date if their lives depended on it. Fourth, Devon and Silence want to take their relationship slowly.
Cool Cthulhu : I wasn't saying Devon was the only one. I was simply pointing out an example of when Ketler was wrong.
Silver: Yea, but It's still not right to put Kelter in with Devon. It's just mean.
Cool Cthulhu : You're right poor Devon doesn't deserve to be compared with Ketler on dating ability.
Silver: Devon's insane, not perverted.
Bunny: Hey, Ketler. I happen to know some of Krozen favorite brothels, and the special codewords he gives to his loyal lieutenants when he wants them to have a good time.
Ketler: You'd give those to me? :D
Bunny hands him a slip of paper. Ketler starts dancing a merry little jig, and hops away.
Silver: Didn't I see you copying that from Krozen's list of highly embarrassing secrets?
Bunny: :devil:
(As he is walking away) Michael: (IHH)Wow...I thought my life was bad already, but this is just to much...Terra was right, I shouldnt have been thinking about Lisa as something to win like some stuffed animal. Maybee if I hadnt treated her like that this would have all come out ok....I really hope she didnt see me throw away that ring...
- opens the door to his quarters and sits down on the bed*
Michael:*puts face in hands* I just want it all to go away :weep:
(in a French accent) ???:Michael, are you alright?
Michael whirls around to see a drop-dead-sexy woman with sparkling, blue eyes, dark, sandy-blonde hair, curves too amazing for words, wearing as least as decently possible sitting sideways on his bed.
Micheal: :OMG! :love: :drool:....who are you?
????: :blush: My name is Danielle. I am the physical manifestation of all your desires.
Michael:Wow...my desires are hot
Danielle:*snuggles head under Michael's chin and closes eyes*Mmmmm...I'm so tired. Coming into existance is really exhausting...I love you:cloud9:
Michael: :weep:
Danielle: Why are you crying?
Michael:Not even my mother has ever said that to me before :( ..I love you too. :weep:
Danielle:Aww, you poor thing...
They both lean back onto the bead and fall asleep in each others arms
Silver: Hey! Michael, you backstabber! Don't muscle in on my turf!
Bunny: Creating hot women?
Silver: Creating weird sexual situations.
Bunny: Party needs to liven up.
Silver: And while Satnak can't possibly hurt us, it's very inconvenient.
Bunny: *sigh*
13: I'm still a bit confused. Does "not do anything useful" mean we can't do…words fail me. We can't do things that have value?
Bunny: No. We just can't do anything that advances a plot line.
Silver: But since being random means we have the potential to do anything, we're not constrained by that rule.
13: There has to be something we haven't thought of.
Silver: Various drunk party guests snogging each other.
Bunny: Previously unknown relatives showing up…
Silver: …possibly bearing previously unknown children.
Bunny: Embarrassing drunken ramble.
Silver: Accidents.
Bunny: Murder.
13: Wedding crashers.
Bunny: Who can we get to crash this wedding?
Silver: Without being immediately blow away by Satnak.
13: She needs HD to power her pearl thing. We just invite some people without stats.
Silver: Magic items don't have HD.
Bunny: What fun are intelligent magic items going to be at a party?
13: Eberronian gods? They're not stated—oh, wait, deicide arm.
Silver and Bunny: Meh, let's just make some people sing.
The lights suddenly dim and a multicolored ball of light lowers from the ceiling. A panel in the stage opens up and Marish rises from it on a platform. Sultry music begins playing. It is obvious to everyone where this is going...
Terra: Since when was there a pole on stage?
Lisa: No idea. It wasn't there before...
Terra: Should we stop her?
Lisa: A better question would be; will everyone else let us?
Andrea walks on stage looking displeased and drags Marish into the ship, despite massive protests from the crew.
Marish: :bigeyes: :weep: :bigeyes: :weep: :bigeyes: :weep:
Andrea: Big, teary anime eyes are not going to work on me. I can't believe you did that!
Marish: With everything that happened, we never got to do bachelorette parties! I was gonna be the entertainment at both of them!
Andrea: That doesn't give you a good enough reason to show off like that!
Cuddles: *appearing beside them* You know, I think I may have a solution...
Andrea: ...do you mean what I think you mean?
Cuddes: :devil:
Marish: :angelhide
Andrea: *buries her face in her free hand* Whatever. Just go away. *lets go of Marish*
Cuddles & Marish: :w00t: *they take off*
Andrea: Damn that Nalfein. As if things weren't akward enough with Norbaz, now I have to deal with those two going at it like rabbits...
After Marish's "display" Mickey and Ketler are talking.
Ketler: Who says I can't get laid! I can have any woman I want! I'm...just waiting for the right one to come along...
Mickey: *takes a swig of his Potion Grigio* You'll be waiting forever then. *hic*
Ketler: Shut up! I bet you I can get someone to sleep with me by the end of the night.
Mickey: *trying to focus* All right. What do you get if you win?
Ketler: Bragging rights...and something to prevent 'performance anxiety'. What do you get?
Mickey: I just want the pleasure of watching you crash and burn. :devil:
Ketler: :mad: Who should I go for first...hmmm...most of the women on board either hate me, are lesbians, or a combination of the two. *scans the room, sees Urial* Ooooooo...that might work...
Mickey: *watches him strut* I'm gonna be busy tonight... *swig*
Ketler walks up to Urial and "leans."
Urial: :ahem: What are you doing?
Ketler: *in a Chicago accent* I know karate...
Urial: *gives him a withering look* I know about you and your "idiosyncrasies", little man.
Ketler: *losing his nerve* I-I-I...uh...um...*composing himself, speaking Keaneu* I know kung fu...
- For the last time, no you don't
Urial: *pulls out her scythe* You have ten seconds.
Ketler turns to run, only to hear:
Urial: Time's up.
Ketlar: WHAT?! That wasn't even close to ten sec-!
- horrendously violent scene not suitable for the public*
Urial: *her scythe covered in Ketler blood and flesh* And THAT is what happens when you hit on me.
Bunny: :inlove: I love you.
Urial: :rolleye2:
Terra: Cool it a bit, will you? He's just a hopeless little idiot.
Urial: *sigh* Fine. *tosses her scythe to Volrath*
Volrath: *sluuuuurp* Mmmmmm...organs...
Ketler: Get off me, you mangy beast! I'm still using that!
Cuddles: *having popped in briefly* Mmmmm...spleen...
Satnak: *completely ignoring the scene* Mmmmmm...chili...
Jarlot: *chugging* Mmmmmm...beer...
Volrath and P/Y/R are while dancing slowly getting closer and closer to the punch bowl, while trying to look inconspicuous. Volrath: What exactly is this stuff going to do? P/Y/R: *wispers* Volrath: If you put that it the punch everyone will be... P/Y/R: Won't it be fun! :schemes: Volrath: You are amazing. P/Y/R: I know. :D Volrath: Just have to make sure to stay clear of Silence. P/Y/R: Yeah, with some of the things I have planned those piercings would hurt. Volrath: What are these things you have planned? P/Y/R: You'll just have to wait and find out. :devil: Volrath: I can't wait. :smirk:
Kithle - I think you guys are losing your touch.
Silver - What?!
Bunny - Why I oughtta
13 - ???
Kithle - Andrea raised one of Terra's relatives, Satnak is drunk, and the pholli's are on the dance floor. If you can't work with that I need to figure out a way to derive benefits from eating your non-existant brains and take your jobs.
Silver: What do we do with that? Unless they can embarrass Terra or start a feud, all that's left is groping. Oooo, idea…
Bunny (to Kithle): Remember that this is your own fault if it comes back to haunt you.
Bunny: Do the words horribly inconvenient discorporiation not mean anything to you?
Bunny: We promised not to do anything destructive. But if you want bad dancing…
A glittering ball appears in the air. The floor becomes many colored squares. Jarlot comes out wearing a white suit with flared pant legs and collar. Stupid struts out in a jerky dance.
Kithle blasts the disco ball.
Kithle: Right: do not give them ideas.
13: Not done yet!
Music: Hey, Macarena!
Kithle: Okay, okay! You're starved for inspiration! I'll stop mocking you.
Meanwhile, still trying to win his bet with Mickey, Ketler follows the direction Bunny wrote down for him. He finds himself in the only seedy section of Flamekeep, where narrow alleys are hidden from the clean main streets by false walls. He arrives in front of a rather non-descript house, the only noticable feature of which seems to be it's door is a little large.
Ketler takes out the paper and studies it. He taps an intricate series of knocks on the door. A viewing slot slides open.
Feminine voice: Yyyyyyyeeeeees?
Kelter: Tira Miron likes to lick.
The slot slides closed. Locks are heard being undone. The door opens. Ketler steels himself for what glory he is about to experience. He can already imagine who he wants to do at the Cardinal's expense.
Very Feminine Ogress Mage: OOOOOOOOO! Man-meat!
Ketler: Ack!
He tries to run, but is bodily dragged inside.
Caralot ducks out of the party briefly to check on her patient. She appears in her room. The wolf is layed across her bed, untied. No change: he's still out cold from the knockout dart. She kneels, a look of concern crossing her face.
Kantash floats through a wall.
Kantash: You'd shouldn't get so worked up over him.
Caralot (mumbling): But I'm the only one here who knows…
Kantash: Knows what?
Caralot looks up at him, surprised.
Caralot: I forget sometimes that you can't really read my mind.
Kantash: I won't lie: I've tried. But there are many parts which just dissolve in a swirl of chaos.
Caralot: It's my connection to Thyrs. It drowns out my thoughts to anyone but me and it.
Kantash: We have to be honest with each other. Is there something you're not telling me?
Caralot: I think…can you read its mind? (she points to the wolf)
Kantash: It's just the normal emotions of an animal. Why?
Caralot sits down and puts her hands over her face.
Caralot: My Eberron is different. More different than you can imagine…
Letter appears next to Terra and Lisa,
I'm sorry I missed the Wedding and Now the resection. It seems The Demon lords broke few minor law in Thane [ by minor I mean like Jaywalking and littering and being a living embodyment of evil, Not rape and murder and the like... even though I hear the knight how got slimed by Jubilex wishes he was dead] when I sent them there pick up Lisa gift... Damn Over charging Thanish merchants, The get away with charging a Million gold for a full suit of Flame touched plate and they call me Evil!
So any way I'm now In Dreadhold trying to bail the demon lords out... Crap for some reason the ship lawyer just got arrested; What do you mean he in contemp! Bloody Dwarfs! Terra's gift is in my room on the desk next to the fontain of blood... P/Y/R knows where is ... I'll get Lisa sooner or later.
Oh thats it The Dwarfs are going Down! Ask round see if there is any one else I need to break out.
Beryl-Demon Princess
Ps. Don't feed the red shirts
ishmael jr. - No cake? :weep: :confused:
Phollie and Pholly - WHAT!!? :mad: (drip goo)
Terra: *looks at the letter from Beryl* Well, it looks like she'll be busy for a while.
Lisa: I do agree that some merchants gouge a bit, but I hope she doesn't hurt anyone...
Terra: They're prison guards. They can stand to take a few lumps.
Lisa: I know, but still...
Terra: She's smart enough to know when to stop. But everyone's getting restless. What should we do first, the cake or the bouquet?
Lisa: I say cake.
(moments later)
Norbaz and Erk wheel out a large multi-layered cake covered in white icing. There are multicolored flower patterns around the edge of each layer. On top are wax figures of Terra and Lisa.
Terra: Shall we?
Lisa: Yeah. :D
They ceremoniously cut the first pieces from the cake, Jaela Jarlot furiously snapping pictures.
JJ: Thanks you two. That dance was wonderful too. I'll be sure to get you copies by tomorrow.
Terra: *blinking furiously* My eyes!
Lisa: *rubbing her eyes* That's...uh...great Jaela. Thanks.
As they walk back to their table, the crew assault Norbaz and Erk with demands for cake.
Terra: *takes a forkfull of cake* Here you go hon.
Lisa: Thanks. *takes the bite and returns the favor*
Terra: *chomp* Mmmm...this is good. We'll have to give our compliments to Greyfeline. *another piece*
Lisa: *munch* I know. I was a bit surprised by the ingredients, though. *again*
Terra: *gulp* Real angels and devils. Who would've thought outsiders taste so good?
Satnak - Merrily Merrily merrily... ?cake?
Chalky - Thank the heavens my ears were bleeding!!!
Kanatash and Caralot are still in their room when Caralot turns to Kanatash.
Caralot: (with a stern tone) As long as we're alone for the moment, "honey," there's something I need to "discuss" with you.
Kanatash: (in his head) Uh-oh...
About this time "pika-man" wanders into the room and moves to stand next to Caralot.
Pika-man: Piiiiii-Kaaaaaaa.
Caralot: (angrilly) Oh, shut up, you worthless haunch of flesh.
Kanatash: Wait a moment, heard you call him a "successful" experiment in front of Terra?
Caralot: (pushing the creature into ) Of "course" I did. I'm not about to admit that this "thing" I brought with me to the party was a complete failure.
Kanatash: (confused) Then why bring it in the first place?
Caralot: (rounding on Kanatash) "Maybe" because my fiancee was to busy ****ing with some cardinal to acompany me.
Kanatash: (cowering and laughing nervously) Honey, sweety, we went over this. I mean, it's what I do and he had it coming.
Caralot: (turning away and sniffeling) Then I suppose you don't love me enough to make some sacrafices for my sake.
Kanatash: No, no, honey-buns, I do, I love you so much!
Caralot: (turning to face him again) Then prove it, profess you love to me.
Kanatash: Oh no, not THAT.
Caralot: Yes that, if you really love me you will profess your love 100 times.
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Caralot: That was only 99 times, start over.
Kanatash: (groan) I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. (etc. etc. ) I love you. I love you. I love you. (panting)
Caralot: (embracing Kanatash) Oh, Kani-poo, I'll always love you. You're just so silly.
Kanatash: (rolls his eyes in exasperation) I love you too honey.
Caralot: (suddenly turning stern) Did you just roll you eyes at me?! Say it a hundred more times!
Kanatash: :weep: Yes honey...
--- Most of the quasi-available females on board have gathered for the tossing of the bouquets. P/Y/R stands eyeing her competition. She is surrounded by NJ26, Silence, Andrea, Jaela Jarlot, Saberiel, Tabitha, Marish, Sakura Jarlot (who is promptly hauled away by her father), and several female Paladins. Lisa goes first.
The ensuing melee is a sight to see. A dozen (more or less) grown women fighting tooth and nail for a bouquet of flowers. It would be embarrasing, really, if it wasn't so much fun to watch. Finally, a victor emerges...
P/Y/R: YES!! I got it!
Sort of...
P/Y/R: :( Awwwwww....
Holding up the bouquet, she realizes there is only one flower in the bundle. Looking around her at the disappointed faces, she notices that the flowers are spread out among them. Before they ready themselves for Terra's throw, they see the bouquet go soaring over their heads. It lands in the lap of a very surprized Slip. She looks up just in time to see a rather devious grin on Terra's face before she turns to talk with Lisa.
Lisa: You did that on purpose, didn't you?
Terra: :D What can I say? I couldn't help myself.
Ketler: :waits: Ahem...
The two of them turn to see nearly every male at the party standing there, waiting for their turn.
Lisa: :rolleyes: As if...
Terra: Sorry guys. We know what'll happen if we throw garters.
Guys: :bigeyes: :bigeyes: :bigeyes: :bigeyes: :bigeyes:
Lisa: No.
Guys: :allalone:
Terra - Don't be sad we have a surprise for you :angelhide
Guys - :)
Satnak - :D :pint:
Guys - :weep:
Satnak brings the Rambuster around in a sweeping arc, that sends them all flying.
Satnak - This hammering was brought to you by The Armory, "If it ain't one of ours, Your better off without it" and Dragonmeat Den, "kids eat free if you kill it yourself"
Lisa - Nice lift, I never was much for the rising hammer strikes myself, too hard to control.
Terra - Why the Plugs?
Satnak - You try coming up with a better punchline, when you've spent the last couple hours three sheets to the wind.
Lisa - That was a hammering not a brawl.
Kaizer_Ryu: *steps up to the mic* Hi there. I felt that, at such an important occasion, I should say a few words. So here they are: [COLOR=Green]Foible shindig gabardine spatula galoshes macadamia.[/COLOR]
Crew: :confused:
Kaizer_Ryu: Ok, now that that's out on my system, here's my toast. When I first brought Terra aboard, she was barely more than a one dimensional character in my head. I have watched you grow tremendously since them, far beyond my wildest expectations. Even when you first expressed interest in Lisa, I figured it would only be another of the multitude of unrequited loves aboard this ship.
Kaizer_Ryu: But, fortunately, it didn't. It became something I have enjoyed participating in immensely. Seeing what comes next in your story has become one of my great joys in life. I think this is akin to how a parent feels when their child succeeds, or when a teacher is surpassed by their student. Though I may be the one typing your story, you two are the ones writing it.
The entity raises it's glass, swirls into a ball, which folds in on itself before disappearing. Left behind on the stage are two hair ribbons with a note attached. It reads: To my girls. May you never fade from my mind.
Chrys: Yo I'd just like to say after Beryl and P/Y/R; Terra is my favorite person on the ship...
Rest of the crew : :ahem: :hoppingma
Chrys:: So I hope you lead a happy life... As much as a fictional person who lives here can. Also I have to say I really thought FF 6 was a crap load better the 7
Neo- Tifa :rant:
Chrys: Then again I like 9 the best so far... any way I have to go back to have Beryl and the demon lords break Lisa evil Twin out of jail.
Lisa: WHAT?!
Terra: I'm glad you could come. I'll miss you both.
Lilly: It was beautiful. I wish you two the best.
Feralyn: I'm honored to have experienced it. The little troublemaker is all grown up.
Terra: :D :blush:
Lisa: It was a pleasure to meet you.
Lilly: Oh! There's something we wanted to give you before we left.
Terra: You didn't have to get us anything...
Lilly: *pulls out a box* Gaia wanted me to give you these on your wedding day.
Stunned, Terra slowly reaches out and takes the box. Opening it, they see two large folded pieces of cloth, one black and one grey. The two of them can feel the magical energy eminating from them.
Lisa: What are they?
Lilly: The black one is a Robe of the Archmagi for Terra, the other is a Cloak of Resistance for you, dear. She entrusted them to me for safe keeping.
Feralyn: Gaia could see certain things. Though she couldn't control her power, she did have a vision of you two.
Terra: Really?
Questions raced through Terra's head as they pulled out the gifts. If Gaia had seen this day, what about her own death? If so, why didn't she stop it? What about all the things she had done since Gaia's death? This cloak...it was designed for an arcane caster of evil alignment. But she hadn't gone evil, or even become a Sorceress, until after...
Feralyn: There's one more thing in there.
Lisa: A note?
Unfolding the yellow paper, the note reads as follows:
"I give these to you, my daughter, on this most joyous of occasions. I do not know why, but I will not be there with you. I love you with all my heart, and no matter why you chose this path you travel, that will never change. I am proud to be the one you call mother. I know you will give your new wife all the happiness you gave me, and then some.
-With love eternal,
Gaia Branford
P.S.: I expect grandchildren!"
Unsure of whether to laugh or cry, Terra stands there as Lisa holds her tightly.
Lilly: We'll leave you two alone now. Make sure to visit us once in a while.
Lilly shifts to bird form and flies off. Feralyn smiles, nods, and grasps the gem around her neck. It glows brightly for a moment, and she too transforms into a bird. Lisa watches them fly into the distance as Terra cries tears of relief into her shoulder.
Meanwhile on Terrek's plane (I really should give it a name...)
(On Terrek’s plane, time is morphic, so this is all happening while Terrek is at the party hitting on some hot paladin chicks. Sa’vor might also be around doing other stuff as well, but all of this takes place before anything they might be doing on/around the ship relative to them. To everyone else, Terrek was gone about five minutes and then showed back up.)
Sa’vor awakens slowly. The first thing he feels is the burning pain in his chest where the open wound lies bleeding his life’s-blood from him. He tries to move his hand and finds he can’t. He can’t move at all. Slowly, fighting against falling back into unconsciousness, he opens his eyes and lifts his head to peer at his surroundings.
He’s lying on an obsidian slab, his hands and feet shackled by thick black chains. He flexes his arms, trying to be free, but the pain in his chest forces him to stop. Suddenly the silence is broken by the sound of faint footsteps.
He turns to look at his captor, wondering why he’s not dead yet, weak as he is, and Terrek steps up to the table. A bemused smile plays across his face as he speaks.
Terrek: Oh good, you’re awake.
Sa’vor: What the… you. Where am I?
Terrek: You’re in my lab. You took a nasty couple of blows, tore right through your armor incidentally. I’m having it repaired.
Sa’vor: Why am I tied down? What are you planning?
Terrek: Calm down. It’s nothing like that. You just kept clawing at the wound in your sleep so I had to tie your hands down.
Sa’vor: And my feet?
Terrek: You kicked me in the face when I was tying down your hands. Now then, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, your vampiric healing isn’t working. Actually, most of your powers aren’t going to work for the time being. It’s one of the effects of being on my plane; prevents any of the denizens of my realm from becoming too powerful. They’re mostly peaceful, but every once in a while… but I digress. I brought you here for a reason. I’ve been watching the ship for some time now, you in particular.
Sa’vor: Why me? And are you going to untie me?
Terrek: Hmm? Oh, yes. (Waves his hand and the chains disappear.) I wouldn’t recommend getting up though. You’re too weak still.
Sa’vor: Couldn’t you just heal me?
Terrek: That would entirely defeat the purpose. (Cuts Sa’vor off as he’s about to speak) As to why I’ve been keeping an eye on you in particular, well let’s just say we’re something of kindred souls. That is, if you still had yours…
Sa'vor: *Chuckles* many people dont notice that i dont have a soul. i can still feel emotion. i can still love... but its as if its from far away. its like a dream. but the advantages are easy to see, i cant die very easily. i ignore most pain. i dont feel thirst or hunger... other than for blood. i dont feel remorse for the crimes i've committed or guilt. i dont really whant a soul, it never did me anygood when i had one. i dont dream either. it stops many of my enemies having an advantage over me. how are we kindred spirits you and i? explain
Terrek: We’re immortals. We shall live forever on this world though so many will pass onto the next. This leaves us with more time than many minds could conceive of. Have you ever heard that there are wizards who spend their whole lives striving to find a way to let themselves live forever only to realize afterward they have no idea what to do with eternity once they find it? The veil of time has less meaning to us than to the dragons, who in all their arrogance believe themselves to be supreme. They are fools. Though the greatest among them may live a thousand years or more, even they eventually succumb to the cold grip of death when their time comes.
So I ask you, what do you live for? What makes you continue to go on? You know in the cold depths of your heart that you have all of forever to live. You know that you shall not succumb to disease, plague or pestilence. The mortals are constantly fighting for every ounce of time that they have on this plane, but you have all the time in existence. What do you intend to do with it?
A few minutes ago you tried to kill yourself. Not directly of course, but you knew you couldn’t win that battle. It was lost from the start because you didn't care enough about it. Have you even lost the urge to kill, to destroy? You say that you still hunger for blood, but is it the blood running free from a gutted corpse that you crave, or is it only the blood needed to satiate your thirst?
(Terrek pauses for a moment to let Sa’vor consider his reply. Just as he’s about to speak, Terrek draws a small red orb from inside his cloak. It pulsates with a red glow and black swirls intermingle with the red. Sa’vor stares at it as though it is a long lost friend, one that he had nearly forgotten about but turned up unexpectedly. He stared and as he stared wondered if this lost friend returning was a blessing… or a curse.)
Terrek: What if I told you that I could give you purpose again? What if I told you that without your soul, you are so much less than you could be? And what if I told you that I could give it back to you, and make you so much more… [color=orange].[/color]
( a raging argument begins in Sa'vors mind as the different persona's put forwards their side of the argument)
The Daemon: we dont need a soul! all i we need is destruction and bloodbaths!
The Paladin: we need a soul, Sa'vor needs a purpose. if he dosent have one he'll just end up fading away
The Dark: for once paladin boy is right. Sa'vor needs a focus. he can't just keep going through the motions like this
The Vampire ( a version of Sa'vor with blood red pupils, dressed all in black with a gentlemen like air and a charismatic aura): lets look at the facts people, even standard vampires have souls, they need a soul to bring a purpose to their existance other than drinking blood. so far, Sa'vor hasnt had a purpose in a very long time. BUT we need to think, what does Terrek whant in exchange? nothing is for free.
The Reaper: * a cloaked and hooded version of Sa'vor with eyes like the void, carries a Scythe.* we need not a soul. the feast of death will bring us all the souls we need
The Killing Machine: we are here to do the Derranged lords work. wreath destruction and desolation. we need not of a soul or any other purpose.
The Nightmare: Who needs a soul? we should be doing the wishes of Dal Qour!
( many hours of talking in Sa'vors head lasts about a milisecond of real-time)
Sa'vor: (out loud, to Terrek) i'll accept my soul back. i've wieghed all the advantages and disadvantages. and in light of the eternity that is lain before me i belive i'll be needing it.
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