As Anasrianna's acquiesced and her mount, Brightscale, heeded your instruction and lay down on the deck, Rain watched the creature with some curiosity before moving to the locker and claiming the Zul trident for her own. She held it in her hand (grateful for the protection of the amulet she wore), felt the weight of it and contemplated its affect against human foes. It would not aid them much against Sahuagin or the other races, but they did come across many a human crew on the vessels sailing the Shackles and in the towns where they stopped for supplies.
"This will make a fine addition to my weapons", she mused quietly aloud. And stowed Zul so it would not appear as if she were threatening either Anasrianna or Brightscale.
Once in a more private setting, she looks at you all and begins her tale. My name is Anasrianna. I have lived my life in the Mwangi Expanse among the massive saurian beasts that roam those jungles. Born of a Wood Elf and an archon of some note among the celestial plane, I have lived there all my life. As Brightscale and I were hunting a pack of jungle goblins that were threatening the local population of Compsognathus, I looked upon a pool of still water. I was transfixed and images began to assault me. I saw this ship, the Dread Lady, sailing into a sea of infinite stars. I saw, Dhaavan of Clan Idolis, opening a rift in space and time. I saw myself, returning him to life in his true form. I saw all of you standing against an encroaching darkness that was poised to swallow all of Golarion. I saw a myriad of signs, which are hard to remember now, that will lead us on the proper path to be able to have a chance of saving this world. She looks around at your stunned faces and smiles, No pressure right?
Perhaps you should allow me to bring the good Dhaavan back, that way he can have input into this discussion. I suspect that he may have even more information than I.
"Curious and curiouser... and quite fascinating... Of course, we want him back, but what, may I ask, is this 'true form' you speak of?"
Encroaching darkness? And they would have the chance to save all of Golarion?, the thought and questions kept circling her mind.
With a nod to Jiro, Rain added, "I, too, would like to hear more about this true form."
Horatio listens to her speak and pauses to cup his hands around a smoke and lights it up thoughtfully. Naturally he's heard of many unusual tales from the Mwangi Expanse when he lived in Sargava, but this one was certianlly unique.
He draws in a long tug from the smoke; for now less interested in the distribution of wealth until the Dhaavan was raised and once again back among them.
Perhaps you should allow me to bring the good Dhaavan back, that way he can have input into this discussion. I suspect that he may have even more information than I.
He blows a stream of smoke out his nostrils and nods.
"Sure thing; I'll go fetch the body," he says and goes to get Dhaavan's body and then gently lays it on the deck before her.
"We are honored by your aid, m'lady," he says, tipping his forelock to her, then he stands up.
"Please let us know what we need to do for you to bring him back to the living," he says leaning back and watching her.
I know not the form he will take. Only that it is his true form as his heart truly is. There is a story that Varisians were once shapechangers and that were cursed to wander, looking for their true forms. I shall reincarnate him in such a form. She looks to Flynn and says I will need my spell components and holy symbol. That is all.
"knowing Dhaavan it will be something demonic with horns and a tail." he says jesting, but with a little fear that it might be so too, and he makes a Minkaian warding gesture as he speaks...
I know not the form he will take. Only that it is his true form as his heart truly is. There is a story that Varisians were once shapechangers and that were cursed to wander, looking for their true forms. I shall reincarnate him in such a form. She looks to Flynn and says I will need my spell components and holy symbol. That is all.
He nods.
"I got no problem with that. If you're wiling to help our friend, then do what you got to do," he says, gesturing to the spell components and holy symbol.
He studies her for a long moment as he takes another draw from his smoke, his eyes neutral and he examines her features thoughtfully, but says nothing else as he waits for her to do what she's going to do.
"Adular, this belt might be something you could use, would definitely up your healing abilities, as you can use it to heal others or yourself."
"Thank you, Jiro. I think the last battle's proven we can always use more o that," Adular says when he returns from his swim.
When Anasrianna begins to talk, he listens...
No pressure right?
At that, he actually chuckles, then talk of reincarnation, he whistles, "Well, if he's lucky he'll have pointed tips on his ears. The best people do you know?"
The priest looks to the Captain,"Captain, it does seem to me she's on the up and up, but ain't no magic telling me so. Still, as a wagering man, I'd say she ain't against us. "
Seijiro brushes his slightly foxlike ears, which are also pointed, though not like an elf's, and chuckles... "Why yes, we do, don't we."
Anasrianna has Dhaavan brought and laid on a table on deck, stating that the ceremony needs to be performed outdoors. Leaning down she begins to chant while painting runes in a strange language on his body. She draws forth a bottle of glowing golden oil and begins to anoint his body, each time she touches him, that spot begins to radiate a pale light. Once she seems to have completed her task with the oil she pauses and asks you to bring a mirror or pool of water, anything reflective but as big as you have. Once you bring it she asks several of you to hold it above his body facing him.
The chanting intensifies over the course of the next 30 minutes as wind begins to pick up and the water around the boat draws in, almost as if everything is being pulled to this one point. The wind gets more and more violent as she chants. Looking at the mirror, you begin to see Dhaavan's reflection fade and an image appears. Dhaavan is looking down at you, a brilliant starscape at his back. Far above his head, a fell moon shines a terrible light through. You get feelings of dread, despair and hopelessness. The feeling subsides when you look away.
As the chanting reaches its crescendo, the hair on your arms and heads begins to fly up, as if static electricity were building on a massive scale. All of a sudden, a bolt of lightning falls from a clear blue sky and strikes the mirror and Dhaavan, shattering the mirror into dust. After covering your eyes from the explosion you look down and see Dhaavan...or at least the new Dhaavan, very much alive.
Horatio takes a long swig from his hip flask and stares at the new form of Dhaavan with surprise.
"Damn..." he says softly as he looks at Dhaavan.
"My thanks, miss Ana," he says to the druid and nods to her politely, then turns to Dhaavan and studies him thoughtfully.
"Well, how do you feel?" he asks the young sorcerer before him.
Before you stands a taller man than the one that died almost recognizable, but alien. His skin now Alabaster glows in the sunlight, once raven hair is Onyx black. The youth of the first mate is gone, his features hardened, muscle tightened leaving, instead, an man of ageless countenance. His eyes burn bright gold with light.
As the dust settles and blindness of the explosion fades, the statuesk man regards you all, face hard as cold steel. He reaches down and picks up a bright red piece of coral lying on the floor at his feet, where the corpse lay. He looks at it for a moment, then he lips part and he cracks the grin that only Dhaavan can throw around. Well, well, well, what have we here? he reaches out looks at his hands flexes his fingers, making a fist, looking at his arms. He touches his face, chin follows and touches his new pointy ears, Heh, that's new He sniffs, and his expression is thrown off for a moment before he brightens. It's good to finally meet you. I owe you one. he says to Anasrianna.
All of you, it's GREAT to see you! So how do I look huh? If I look even half as good as I feel, then I certainly still got it, Horatio? He throws a wink at Anasrianna with a smirk.
Anasrianna grins back and says It is good to meet you as well Dhaavan of Clan Idolis. I hope the transformation was not too painful, nor your stay in Pharasma's Boneyard too onerous. When you are ready, please tell your crew what you experienced...as best you can.
"Dhaavan-sama?" Seijiro dances a little jig and then goes to Dhaavan and bows before him... "You are most welcome back among us, Lord Dhaavan... and the new look suits you I think... may I ask... Tomo wants to know..." he winks slightly "is Jack alright too?"
All of you, it's GREAT to see you! So how do I look huh? If I look even half as good as I feel, then I certainly still got it, Horatio? He throws a wink at Anasrianna with a smirk.
Horatio grins widely at Dhaavan and moves to him and embraces him warmly.
"Welcome back!" he says, stepping back and clapping him on his shoulder.
He studies Dhaavan's face for a moment, his gaze peering into Dhaavan's eyes and then roaming over his features, but Horatio still smiles.
"You look gods damned amazing, as to be expected," he says, offering him a drink from his hip flask with his free hand.
"I know Amen-set'll be happy to see you, too," he adds.
"How do you feel? You hungry, tired? Or are you up for some talking for a bit?" he asks, not wanting to press Dhaavan if he needs sleep or wants to eat first, not sure how grueling the process might be to be brought back from the dead.
Anasrianna grins back and says It is good to meet you as well Dhaavan of Clan Idolis. I hope the transformation was not too painful, nor your stay in Pharasma's Boneyard too onerous. When you are ready, please tell your crew what you experienced...as best you can.
He turns to Anasrianna.
"My thanks again, Ana. We're in your debt, m'lady," he says, offering her a low bow.
Of course darli... he stops mid-sentence staring at Anasrianna getting very close, scrutenizing her face, Wait. Hold that thought, you. What are . . . Lawbringer. he says pointing. Yeah, but... Why do, He looks at his hands again, feels his features, puts a finger in his mouth and mulling over the taste... Hu-uh.
Shifting his focus, he turns back to the group, Um, right yes, Jack's, hmmm. Dhaavan lifts the coral that was left on the floor, shakes it, and shouts at it. Hey get out of there birdbrain! Where the hell were you? with a shrug, he adds, Hell be pack in a bit, Tomo, no worries
Taking a deep breath, Daavan tells the party, Yeah, there's a lot to tell...
Yeah, there's a lot to tell...
Horatio leans back a little, the flask still offered as he looks at Dhaavan.
"Well, we seem to have plenty of time - if you're able to, why don't you lay it on us?" he asks him.
Seijiro looks confused at Dhaavan and his babble... but says nothing about it... when Dhaavan seems done trying to talk to Jack, and the little thrush does not appear, a worried scowl crosses his brow.
He shakes his head, smoothes his features and turns to Ana, bowing deeply and reverently. "There are not enough thanks to express how grateful we are to you for returning Dhaavan to us, jiaolong-rider." He refers to Brightscales by a Tien name rather than a Minkaian one.
"Will you stay with us... at least long enough to share a meal, if not longer? it is the least we can do." He bows again and slips over to Variel's side and speaks to him softly...
"Variel-sama, we should have a special meal tonight, not just the officers but the whole crew.. perhaps a tot of something special to drink AFTER repairs are completed for the night that is. It is a time for celebration... clear heads to be sure as well, so only a single share each perhaps, but something to mark the day! What say you?"
Rain's eyes keenly took in the Dhaavan's changed appearance - Noting that his disposition had remained the same. The group was, again, whole.
"Taller suits you, sorcerer. Welcome back."
To the mystical Anasrianna, she inclined her head in thanks. "You have restored our companion, Ana. Aye, we must recompense you for your service."
Rain's mind was full of concern regarding the ship and their intention to return to the underwater caves on the morrow and search for the hidden chamber. She would not dampen Jiro's excitement as he quietly requested a celebration later in the evening, so she kept her thoughts and concerns to herself. The crew had worked hard repairing and protecting the ship and the officers worked hard bringing down the Krelloort and his concubines. A celebration was not undesirable -- she was simply too caught up in the day's events to feel the excitement...
Well, when I died, as you may or may not know, I found my way to Pharasmia's boneyard. But unlike most, I was not to be judged, but taken to Imot, the Harbinger, Symbol of Doom. Something is coming, even the Gods don't know what, but it threatens even them. He gives them a beat to let it sink in.
Imot told me there were signs that would become apparent, the first due in pretty soon now that yours truly is back in the flesh. Thing is, the future is clouded, uncertain, but whatever it is, we're apparently destined to fight it, and the only ones that can, for some reason... but no pressure...
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Variel looks on as the ritual commences as he tries to figure out exactly what is going on and what this true identity is about. Ancient names held power he knew that but never before had he heard of a true form for a human mortal. Still if Dhaavan came back then he would welcome the chance.
Variel was not ready for the explosion of the mirror nor the lightning strike upon Dhaavan's body. The electricity altered the body there was no question about that. Gone was the Dhaavan of youthful exuberance that tried to woo a sorceress on the Wormwood. Instead here was a man of experience. Just then the man talked and it sounded like Dhaavan even if it wasn't his look. It would take some getting used to but Variel smiled faintly in appreciation of Ana bringing him back. Thank you for your service but I believe there is a lot of explaining to do by both you and Dhaavan. I know I have questions but that can wait till after Dhaavan recovers a bit first. Do you need to rest after such an ordeal?
[Imot told me there were signs that would become apparent, the first due in pretty soon now that yours truly is back in the flesh. Thing is, the future is clouded, uncertain, but whatever it is, we're apparently destined to fight it, and the only ones that can, for some reason... but no pressure...
Horatio shrugs.
"No pressure at all," he says with a small grin.
"Just as well, though; if we knew what was coming, well; where's the fun in that?" he adds, leaning back against the gunwale.
He makes himself comfortable and studies Dhaavan thoughtfully, then his eyes flick to Anasrianna, and they linger on her for a moment, too.
"What's your pleasure, m'lady?" he asks her.
"You hungry, thirsty, tired?" he adds and waits to see what will happen next.
As Dhaavan recounted his moments behind the veil and the prophecy of dark things to come, Rain silently wondered what their next enemy would be -- this great doom that threatened even the gods themselves.
She heard Variel request further explanation and mutely agreed with him that was a wise course. Looking to Dhaavan, she wondered how taxing it was to be returned from death...
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Variel hears Jiro's request and ponders it briefly. Jiro I think that is an excellent idea but I would wait to see it done tomorrow. The hull has to be repaired after the cannon blasts, the rudder is not completely fixed yet and we still have a section of the caves to explore. Not to mention that we could dive to see if we can bring those cannons up from the depths and affix to our ship. As a compromise perhaps the passing of rum tonight with the promise and expectation of a celebratory meal tomorrow. That way as well Ambrose can prepare it well enough ahead of time and the crew can look forward to the night's festivities.
Upon Variel's counter of a passing of rum this night and celebration the next, Rain was content with his level-headedness. It was the right course with all that had happened this day and still had to be done. She looked upon him with pride in her turquoise eyes.
"Good thoughts all, Captain-sama. I'll let Ambrose know now so he can start planning for tomorrow." He bows and runs off to inform Ambrose of his special needs for tomorrow night's meal and the passing of rum for tonight as well.
So he doesn't miss much, he makes it a short visit with the lately less drunk ship's cook.. then he runs back up on deck to rejoin the others.
Dhaavan's new appearance has Adular tilting his head to the side, "Interesting look. I wonder what your missus will think of this?"
Well, when I died, as you may or may not know, I found my way to Pharasmia's boneyard. But unlike most, I was not to be judged, but taken to Imot, the Harbinger, Symbol of Doom. Something is coming, even the Gods don't know what, but it threatens even them. He gives them a beat to let it sink in.
Imot told me there were signs that would become apparent, the first due in pretty soon now that yours truly is back in the flesh. Thing is, the future is clouded, uncertain, but whatever it is, we're apparently destined to fight it, and the only ones that can, for some reason... but no pressure...
"Mmm, sounds like some prayers to Besmara to see what she might be willing to share are in my future. She'd not want anything that would endanger her fun."
Rain looked across at the recently returned Amen-set, wondering what the girl would think of the recently raised Dhaavan, now his face and form were not what they were. The girl was not fickle in her emotions -- far from it -- Amen-set had more passion than any she had known. Yet, this would be a surprise to anyone ... and this was the man she loved.
"Come, join us, Amen-set. Dhaavan is returned."
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Variel stood by Rain with his arm casually draped around her as the words sank in about the gods themselves worried. It is as Horation says, no sense on brooding on it now. We can only take this one step at a time. He then gives a low laugh as he looks at everyone. As if ninja assassins, Captain Harrigan, 4-armed sahuagin chiefs, pirates, Chelaxian pirate hunters and who knows what else is against us. We also have to save the world and possibly even the gods as well. Very well, if that is what it takes to eventually find out my heritage then that is what I will have to. Looking at the others, Are all of you still in this to the end?
Rain felt the warmth and strength of Variel's arm about her and sank just a little into the embrace (quickly relishing in the comfort) as this was not the time nor place for anything more.
At his question, she turned in his embrace and pledged earnestly, "I am, to the end."
"Aye, captain-sama!" Seijiro sets his face with determination, though he truly has no idea what might be coming. "... to the end - whatever that might be!"
I'm feeling pretty great, actually, aside from some lingering... something. Now seeing what our Patroness, the Pirate queen has to share...
TO the Captain, he replies Of course, I am. Part of the deal i made getting back! figure Pharasmia and her compatriots aren't ones a body wants to welch on a deal with
Amen-set follows Adular back to the ship; her movements through the air are more clumsy than his through the water. However, when she has returned to the ship she watches the newcomer raise Dhaavan from the dead, his mortal flesh changing into the new shape before him.
She says nothing at this time, but merely watches in silent reflection, standing close to no one at this point; her eyes moving from the caster to gaze occasionally at the reptilian creature near them, and then flicking to Neko, as if she assumes that the golden cat is intimately involved in the dealings with spirits and death.
When Dhaavan is awake and tells them of his tale, she says nothing for a while; her eyes focused mainly on his new form, as if appraising him carefully.
"Come, join us, Amen-set. Dhaavan is returned."
Her eyes widen in some surprise at being acknowledged and she smiles a little at Rain, then moves forward to Dhaavan and peers hard at his face, her left hand on her hip and her right hand reaching to touch him tentatively.
”Your mortal flesh has changed, I deem; but I see within you the same spirit as before.”
”Your wit is sharp, your mind keen, and your heart strong. The one who slew you is dead and his body cut into a thousand pieces and scattered below the pine dark waves. Would that I had been there with you I would have given my life to halt your passing; failing that, I would have let the one who slew you live, if only to make him beg for death,” she says with a soft, intimate voice; yet one that is filled with a unwavering sincerity.
”You speak of fell deeds and war between the Heavens and Underworld, perhaps, and the place we shall play in these divine battles. I tell you truly that my heart yearns for such things – to fight such battles with such deadly odds… Aye, indeed, for live or die, what does it matter? Even if we should perish we shall become legend and our efforts shall live forever,” she says, her voice somewhat louder, as she turns somewhat from Dhaavan to speak to the others.
Then she turns to the newcomer and folds her arms over her chest, placing her palms on her breast and then Amen-set drops to a knee before her.
”You have brought him back; there is a bond of blood between us and I shall not forget it,” she says to Anasrianna with a sincere voice.
Rain caught Amen-set's small smile and returned it from her position by Variel's side. She watched as the girl moved closer and touched Dhaavan's new-formed face and spoke to him. The girl had fire, for certain, and she did not waver. Amen-set's heart was that of a warrior's.
Rain waited until she had finished her reverence and pledge to Ana before quietly adding, "You will have time to fight, little sister, beside us, as we plunge into this new destiny of ours."
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Variel likewise lets Amen-set have her time with Dhaavan. Her ways were not his ways. She wore her emotions for all to see while he kept his pulled back in order to use reason. Something Dhaavan said though struck him.
Variel peers into Dhaavan's eyes as he spoke, Wait, what deal did you make with them?
I'm feeling pretty great, actually, aside from some lingering... something. Now seeing what our Patroness, the Pirate queen has to share...
TO the Captain, he replies Of course, I am. Part of the deal i made getting back! figure Pharasmia and her compatriots aren't ones a body wants to welch on a deal with
Horatio nods and takes back the proffered drink and moves aside so that Dhaavan can speak more clearly to the others.
"Well, I'm glad you're feeling better then," he says after a moment and slips the flask back into his hip pouch.
Then he does what he can to get out of the way of the conversation between the others. As he does so, he pauses and studies Anasrianna for a moment, looking into her eyes for a long moment.
"My lady, you brought back a friend of mine; you have my thanks for that and I'm in your debt," he says to her, he says studying her for a long moment.
Dhaavan's words of a deal had caught her attention, as well, and Rain was glad when Variel spoke up and asked the question. "I think we'd all like to hear about this deal since we will be involved in this prophecy." Her voice was low and steady ... even though she was keen to know what was promised to the gods.
Rain waited until she had finished her reverence and pledge to Ana before quietly adding, "You will have time to fight, little sister, beside us, as we plunge into this new destiny of ours."
Amen-set looks at Rain, and her eyes flick to Horatio, studying his face and the hard set of his jaw.
She turns back to Rain.
”You know that I am always eager to stand at your side and spill the blood our enemies and thus feel that sweet ecstasy which ripples from our sword-arms to our hearts,” she says with a matter-of-fact voice as she speaks to Rain, her gaze clear.
Then she turns her gaze to stare at Dhaavan and this new caster, then she looks at the others and finally turns back to Rain again.
”Yet I tell ye truly senet; I am loathe to stand as ally to any that willfully reject my friendship,” she says with a tight voice.
She then turns to look at Horatio thoughtfully again, and then her gaze moves to Anasrianna and a sudden small frown is on her face.
”Meanwhile, such conversation on deep policy and high purposes truly matters little to me, except that it affords us the chance to die as legends. Instead, I would see myself as naught but as a falcon; show me an enemy and I shall fly forward and slay it or else die in the attempt.”
She presses her hand firmly against Rain’s sword arm and squeezes it affectionately.
Well, when I was dead, and I met the goddess, she asked me if I'd help with this whole..."End of the World"... thing. And that If i didn't want in, I could just go to H... the afterlife. So I told her I'd rather come back. Then our new friend here, Anasrianna reincarnated me in my new "true" form. looking around, he asks Seriously where's that mirror, I'm a pointy-ears now, but there's so many kinds, what in the Hells am I now..?
So yeah, I told her you all would probably hop on board that ship soon as you heard about it, destiny and responsibility and all that, but didn't promise anything. Just took her up on the offer to hitch a ride back to my boat. he tells the crew. Nothing else, just that he already agreed to what they all basically accepted as their fates already, before the spell.
"With Ana's great magic, I didn't know you had a choice, but I'm glad you chose as you did, and that you've come back to us... and I like the new look... it suits you as first mate of the Dread Lady to be a bit taller and more commanding looking, and now I've got no competition for shortest officer." He says, chuckling at the last...
Amen-set's vow and her bold declaration surprised Rain as she had not entirely expected the overture -- yet, the pilot inwardly chuckled for it should not have surprised her at all. This is how passion spoke - swiftly and definitively. This was Amen-set, for good or worse. The others did not know the girl, like she did (well, maybe Flynn knew her better, for she was his ward afterall).
Feeling the affectionate pressure of Amen-set's fingers on her arm (the girl could move nimbly!), she answered her in steady voice, "None can deny your conviction, Amen-set. I have accepted your friendship and will continue in the endeavour; wherever it shall lead us."
Rain then turned her attention back to Dhaavan as he recounted his deal with the goddess and simply nodded in response, content enough with his answer.
she watches the newcomer raise Dhaavan from the dead, his mortal flesh changing into the new shape before him.
Her eyes widen in some surprise at being acknowledged and she smiles a little at Rain, then moves forward to Dhaavan and peers hard at his face, her left hand on her hip and her right hand reaching to touch him tentatively.
”Your mortal flesh has changed, I deem; but I see within you the same spirit as before.”
”Your wit is sharp, your mind keen, and your heart strong. The one who slew you is dead and his body cut into a thousand pieces and scattered below the pine dark waves. Would that I had been there with you I would have given my life to halt your passing; failing that, I would have let the one who slew you live, if only to make him beg for death,” she says with a soft, intimate voice; yet one that is filled with a unwavering sincerity.
”You speak of fell deeds and war between the Heavens and Underworld, perhaps, and the place we shall play in these divine battles. I tell you truly that my heart yearns for such things – to fight such battles with such deadly odds… Aye, indeed, for live or die, what does it matter? Even if we should perish we shall become legend and our efforts shall live forever,” she says, her voice somewhat...
Dhaavan grins at the girl, the glow of rebirth still radiating It'll take more than a spear turning my heart to coral ta change what I am deep down, he says with an impish grin, tossing the red coral shape from hand to hand. But I guess it's good you stuck topside, eh? Made sure no damn birds came after my liver while I was busy...lying there being a corpse. Plus, I apparently had a special message from our sponsors to deliver.
That's the spirit, right? Die legends and live forever! Or, you know, win and live forever! Which I still like more. Right folks!
And Jiro, I still had a few years left of growing left in me, so it was just a matter of time.
Rain, gently/politely disengaging Amen-set's hand from her arm and slipping from under Variel's arm, found her pack and removed the small steel mirror she carried with her and walked over and handed it to Dhaavan so he could look upon his new form.
"Check your ears in my mirror, sorcerer", giving Dhaavan a quick wink.
Thankee, kindly, Rain. Dhaavan says with a grateful bow, and takes a look, I appreciat- his smile quickly freezes and turns to a scrutinizing stare.
No. No, no, no. . . This is too much, Dhaavan says, taken aback by the signt. He turns on Anasrianna, smiling almost manic Did you see this coming? Was it something you did, or was it always going to be this way? He stalks up to her, tapping his nose, Lawbringer, Archon-born aren't you? Well isn't that the funniest thing? Well maybe not as funny as if i were Musetouched or Plumekith, but you really gotta admit it, 'Srianna. It's hilarious.
Dhaavan starts to chuckle, breaking into a raucous and manic laughter, Of course, I'm a celestial. We're soul-cousins, 'Srianna, you and me. An Aasimar is the one that brings me back, Me who's true self is apparently the same blood as hers. Must be Fated eh? He asks throwing an arm around the druid.
Guys, I'm an Angel! Aah-Haa-haa-hah-hah-ha and the reborn sorcerer falls in an uncontrolled fit of mirthful laughter!
"Not at all what I would have expected, Dhaavan-sama. You of all people, to be gods-touched. Perhaps you have always put your trust in the wrong powers, neh?"
"None can deny your conviction, Amen-set. I have accepted your friendship and will continue in the endeavour; wherever it shall lead us."
She turns a bright smile to Rain.
”Well do I know it and, indeed, you shall always be my senet!” she says with a firm voice.
Dhaavan turns and looks at Amen-set.
It'll take more than a spear turning my heart to coral ta change what I am deep down, he says with an impish grin, tossing the red coral shape from hand to hand. But I guess it's good you stuck topside, eh? Made sure no damn birds came after my liver while I was busy...lying there being a corpse. Plus, I apparently had a special message from our sponsors to deliver.
Her smile fades as she recalls the time with him on the beach.
”More than watching your flesh I did; as the priest who sails with you could report, as he saw the results. Indeed, I sang the prayer-song and performed the rituals, further; I marked your flesh with the Holy Symbols to protect your spirit while it was in the Afterlife. Now you have returned to report dark words that came to you in the Other Side; but I am not afraid for those speeches you heard, for you are returned and are none the worse for it.”
”Verily I say to you; your tale of what you endured may seem dark to some, yet to me I hear naught but the chance for great deeds and glory,” she says with a firm voice, yet a bright light in her eyes.
That's the spirit, right? Die legends and live forever! Or, you know, win and live forever! Which I still like more. Right folks!...
”An end comes to all of our lives in this world, aye… Yet even a penniless man can purchase an honorable death,” she says, looking at him for a long moment.
Then she pauses to slide her hand over his chest gently, and moves her fingertips up over his chin to slide across his pointed ears somewhat tentatively.
”Your new flesh is not unbecoming,” she says with a somewhat exploratory voice, and her lips suddenly quirk in a small smile.
Dhaavan starts to chuckle, breaking into a raucous and manic laughter, Of course, I'm a celestial. We're soul-cousins, 'Srianna, you and me. An Aasimar is the one that brings me back, Me who's true self is apparently the same blood as hers. Must be Fated eh? He asks throwing an arm around the druid.
She steps back from Dhaavan and stares at Anasrianna and her hand clenches into a tight fist, fire crackling around it for a moment, then it dissipates suddenly as Horatio steps up and clears his throat and fixes her with a stern gaze.
"Aye... truly it must be Fate,” she says with a flat voice as her eyes seem to grind into Anasrianna as Dhaavan’s arm drapes over her shoulder.