"Alright. You're telling me the story. Sit."
settro is some odd blend of insistent and uncaring. His emotions are far from normal, in any case.
He obeys, keeping his eyes on the sword as memories flooded his mind, every dent and scratch, every blood smear, every life taken with that blade in the name of humanity. He drew from that as he started the tale.
"I was young, about fourteen in mortal years, a bright student in the eyes of our mages and the Cult of Humanity. I had finished killing a horde of orks, brutish things, when things become much worse. The wretches had found one of the demonic artifacts and inadvertently summoned the demons of the warp...It was a slaughter, we were dying left and right and they just kept coming, by then only a few of us were left and then something invaded my head. I heard it whisper promises of greatness, how my comrades were holding me back, how I deserved better. I listened to it, I was battered and bruised and just wanted it to stop, the next thing I new I had cut down two of my friends, beheaded a third, and had my sword wrestled from me by the fourth. He stabbed me with it, and as I lay dying, I watched as demons tore into him."
He breaths for a second, his whole body shaking before he continues
"After that, I was awakened by a voice that said 'Welcome home my son' imagine my shock to be standing in front of Tzeentch. I shouted at him, cursed the demons, cursed the warp. But he just smiled, and turned me into the very thing I was taught to hate. This." he gestures to himself "And the rest is history. I got used to this after a while, but I still regret what I've done"
"I see. I really wish i could tell you something comforting, but i can't. Plain and simple, get over it. You weren't really yourself when you cut them down, were you? Sudden infusion of energy... Chaotic energy at that, Easily corrupts. Try to avoid burning terrible memories into your mind so you can avoid never forgetting the screams of your tortured victims as you subject them to unimaginable amounts of pain...."
he stops for just a moment.
"Don't fret. To didn't have much of a choice in the matter. The more you dwell on it, the more regret becomes a part of you, and eventually, you won't be able to forgive yourself."
He nods, leaving his silent question at Settro's earlier remark unsaid.
settro sighs a little, then sits silently beside lyere.
"Are you sure you don't want to share now?"
"Share what?"
"Whatever's on your mind, somethings obviously bugging you, and it isn't my story"
"Well, I'm out here doing nothing because i don't have much to do, if that's why your wondering..."
"Your bored? I thought you'd be testing out new potions or something"
"Well, i can't always be doing that, can i? Recourses aren't endless, and i don't want to waste too many school recourses. Oh, and I'm the professor of transmutation now."
"No, I suppose not. Unless you mean my feathers, their probably going to stay endless until either I die or not want to be in this form. Congratulations, Professor Settro" he smiles
"Eh, good to know I'll be doing some good for a change."
"What do you mean 'for a change' you've been doing good lately"
"I've been here for less then a few weeks... And, well, i got out of the abyss through a gate about.... 4-5 months ago?"
"Oh, so what were you doing before you got here?"
"Before or after i left the abyss?"
"After"
"Made friends with a shantak and flew through space to here after a tip from a helpful man."
"Sounds interesting...what's a Shantak?"
Serrto concentrates for a moment, before tuning into this.
"This is a shantak... Well, it's smaller then usual, but still."
he's about the size of a horse.
He looks you over, nodding after a moment "Impressive"
"Hmm. Wanna fly?"
he says with a toothy grin and a shrill voice.
"Might be intresting, flying as vriskra."
"Your on Shantak boy"
He spreads his wings, grinning as well
"Girl, right now, actually."
(s)he spreads his(her) wings and takes to the air.
"Girl, boy, who cares, lets fly" He lets his inner demon out, spreading his wings to their fullest and taking off after you
settro is flying faster then she would in her regular form, at least before she got the extra wings. She's a little bit slower then she was with his extra wings, but she still flys quite well, and has some fun doing complicated maneuvers and catching updrafts.
Lyere catches up to settro for a moment before folding his wings a bit to gain speed, spreading his wings out before he casts dancing lights on his wings and makes a trail of rings and lines for you to maneuver through. Smirking at him/her with a look that says 'C'mon I dare you' as he waits near the end of the course.
settro rushes through the rings, though she has some trouble with preticularly sharp turns, she manages fine.
He watches her, chuckling, the last leg of the course connected to his wing-tips. Spread to their full span to give the Shantak enough room.
despite her maneuverability, stopping doesn't seem to be so easy for her, as when she gets to the end of the course, she keeps flying on foreword, into you if you're too close to the end goal.
He is knocked off balance when she flies into him, the dancing lights being dispelled as he flaps his wings as hard as he can to re-orient both of them
"Need to work on your stops, but that was great otherwise"
"Holy crap, I'll never know how she does that."
settro scratches out as she falls. After about 30ft, she regains her balance.
"This isn't good, Lesser Time Stop" the surroundings freeze as Lyere flies under Settro and up above her to try and hoist her in better position when the spell ends
"Eh? Oh, that's way better, thanks. Teleportation?"
"Lesser Time Stop, comes in handy when you need it" He starts to hoist her up, flapping his wings as he does so
"I can fly just fine now. I should have been fine even if you hadn't helped me, but thank you."
He nods "Just making sure you didn't hurt yourself, you did say you weren't sure how 'she' stops"
he lets go, flying back a ways and looking at her "Now, are you sure your good?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Though, lamding may be a good idea at this point."
He lands, folding his wings and watching her "Yeah, probably for the best, your not used to that form after all"
"Yeah, well, my forms come with a degree of knowledge ongow to use them. however, can't copy who she stops- she can stop instantly while flying in space faster then the speed of light with no repercussions for the sudden stop in movement."
Carl tsps on the door again
"I see"
"She can also make her rider immune to the ravages of space, and remove thier need to breathe."
His eyes widen a bit "That would've come in handy in my world"
"Well, her race originates from the dark tapestry, or the space at the end of the universe... And it's much, much worse then either of our homes if you're not native."
"...Hm...How is it worse than both our homes?"
"If you go there, it's basically pure chaos, exempt not quite- it's got just enough order to actively attempt to kill you. Not to mention the eldritch gods there who ignore Devine politics entirely, because of their nature as high tier gods ruling over a domain that only the most stupid or suicidal will enter."
"I can see how dangerous that would be, though actively trying to kill things that enter is a bit much for a chaotic domain in space"
"It's not in space. It's outside of it. It's outside of the universe itself. Vriskra told me a legend amongst her race- if you can somehow make it all the way through the dark tapestry, there are more universes to be explored. Not alternate versions of this one, but entire new ones."