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==Adam/Zal'Kazzir== | ==Adam/Zal'Kazzir== | ||
− | '''Zal'Kazzir:''' Fumbling blindly towards Kyuad's voice, Zal'Kazzir says, "Kyuad?" <br>Gently touching Kyuad's arm, "There you are Kyuad", Zal'Kazzir says, whispering softly to stifle the cackling laughter that has been plaguing him. "I feel that we must speak; perhaps blindness and pestilence are what it takes for me to see clearly, but many things are coming into focus that I have never seen before. When you first took, then used, and finally discarded the Scourge, I was beset by jealousy and spite; jealousy because you now held and used the weapon that I then so craved, and spite because you were able, and more importantly willing to abandon it. <br>"At that time, and for some time afterward, I was unable to see beyond the veil of protective emotion that it had wrapped around me. The power weilded over me was terrible and vicious, and that traitor cobra is welcome to choke on the scourge for all I care. In my distress for the welfare of the scourge, and in jealously and rage for having lost it, I spoke many cruel and ungenerous words, and I am deeply sorry. <br>"Though I scarce listened at the time, your words of detatchment and collectedness now ring as words of sympathy and compassion, spoken out of care and concern, not as cold, dead and craven words, spoken by an emotionless man. The line is fine, but very meaningful. Kyuad, I apologize for treating you so badly, especially when I now see a bit more of your intentions. Though we do not know each other well, and are certainly not yet friends, I would love, as time permits, to speak further with you, and learn from your experience and wisdom, and, if you would like, to share some of mine in return." | + | '''Zal'Kazzir:'''Fumbling blindly towards Kyuad's voice, Zal'Kazzir says, "Kyuad?" <br>Gently touching Kyuad's arm, "There you are Kyuad", Zal'Kazzir says, whispering softly to stifle the cackling laughter that has been plaguing him. "I feel that we must speak; perhaps blindness and pestilence are what it takes for me to see clearly, but many things are coming into focus that I have never seen before. When you first took, then used, and finally discarded the Scourge, I was beset by jealousy and spite; jealousy because you now held and used the weapon that I then so craved, and spite because you were able, and more importantly willing to abandon it. <br>"At that time, and for some time afterward, I was unable to see beyond the veil of protective emotion that it had wrapped around me. The power weilded over me was terrible and vicious, and that traitor cobra is welcome to choke on the scourge for all I care. In my distress for the welfare of the scourge, and in jealously and rage for having lost it, I spoke many cruel and ungenerous words, and I am deeply sorry. <br>"Though I scarce listened at the time, your words of detatchment and collectedness now ring as words of sympathy and compassion, spoken out of care and concern, not as cold, dead and craven words, spoken by an emotionless man. The line is fine, but very meaningful. Kyuad, I apologize for treating you so badly, especially when I now see a bit more of your intentions. Though we do not know each other well, and are certainly not yet friends, I would love, as time permits, to speak further with you, and learn from your experience and wisdom, and, if you would like, to share some of mine in return." |
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− | + | Yes, I have more to say, and what I have to say is... *Zal'kazzir hesitates for a moment, and then is suddenly revelatory, as if an important decision has been made* '''beautiful...''' | |
− | + | I don't know how to say this without seeming mad, so I will simply speak the truth of it and let the consequences fall as they may. | |
− | + | Kyuad, for the first time, I hear the words. THE words. Though I hear only bits, like snippets of a song, but they are there and they are independent of this dark place, and they are becoming clearer... | |
+ | You are wiser and more learned then I am, and perhaps you can offer your interpretation, but it feels as though life itself is speaking to me. As though in learning to speak words of power, and learning to find the power in normal words as well, it is as if I have trained myself to hear the words that rest below; primal words, powerful words..... both beautiful and terrible at the same time. | ||
+ | And what the words seem to say is this: As the god-corpse Izrador drains the very life and magic from the world, life, like a cornered animal, fights back, and it's wrath and fury are majestic in their strength. | ||
+ | It speaks words of power, words of pain and words of victory; words of life, words of survival, and words of vengeance. They are chaotic, jumbled and hard to understand, but as complex as the song is, I can make bits of it out, and I hear a new strain coming closer and closer; a tiny melody circling towards ours, as if searching... or perhaps drawn is a better word... It will be here soon... But it is to our great benefit that it does so... The harmonies are much stronger with it added... and I hear a word, a name... "Nasif"... though there is more that I cannot yet understand... |