“Alright, I don’t think that it’s any stretch of the imagination that there are curses that can age a man into dust, right?”
Candall looks uncomfortable with the thought. “I-I suppose. Sounds rather immoral though.”
“Okay, but Dragons only become more powerful with age. Which is why Bloodfang is so strong.”
“So how do ya know the curse would work?” Candall inquires.
“I don’t see any reason why it wouldn’t, or shouldn’t.”
Candall rubs his chin. “I still feel uneasy about that. I agree he needs to be slain. I myself would not use such a curse.”
“I certainly could,” Marybird piped up. “Sometimes, darling, we gotta do strange methods for the right thing.”
“But if I were cursed, then I’d quickly grow to match Bloodfang’s power levels! Or something”
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Ashkey muttered something unintelligible in her sleep as Will moved her.
Envarus jumps off his horse and flies for a bit as they travel.
“I fail to see how that works,” Candall admits.
“I don’t entirely get it either, but it should work.”
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Our Heroes would find themselves in the borders of the Starwalker Tribe, already, at first sight, one could notice the newborn green foliage around the remnants of what the Starwalker Tribe was. People like Leandro and Will would notice some places where the battle had a place. They could tell where the innocent were slaughtered and the Starwlkers, Siansa, and Envarus, would be able to tell what once was with the help of their Celestial Vision.
“They should have been here…” Will declares.
Amelia looked in confusion. “Who?” He asked.
“The Ippotismos and Cloudians,” Will said as he continued to ride on his steed slowly.
“There is nothing we can do.” Norag states. “What’s done is done.” He said, nodding.
The Sapphire Owls continued to lead the group throughout the Tribe, they would see destroyed houses, building, places but it wasn’t anything too modern to them. They were made out of wood, they truly lived in harmony with nature.
In the middle there was once a fireplace, where people would make a bonfire and look at the stars every night when it hit midnight, the sky was ever so clearly. Our Starwalkers would feel a sudden feeling onto them as if they returned home but in a way, they were empowered by the place, as if they were being watched by the Ancestors themselves.
Throughout the place there were hidden messages only the Starwalkers could read, spelling out such as…
“Every Starwalker Resigns within the Stars and their Knowledge preserves among them, that’s what makes us Walkers among the Stars.”
Will wondered what Siansa would think, how she would feel about coming back here. He was the only one she told about her past and her goals, of course, he kept it as a secret still.
Amelia rode her steed towards Siansa and Envarus. “It is time for you to use your Celestial Vision.” She said to them (@Flux, @TBT_Emerald)
“This must have been the heinous work of Bloodfang,” Ernesto snarled.
Reyna looks around at the surroundings, staying silent.
Oire stares at the landscape.
“My goodness.” He muttered. Even the normally cheerful and talkative Isotixian was at a loss for words.
Ashkey continued to sleep fitfully, leaning against Siansa on her mount.
Fran slowly dismounted and continued forward, keeping to the back of the group
Candall and Marybird dismount from Ernesto. They look upon the dead. It certainly stirs up rage within Candall, but Marybird becomes strangely quiet.
“Their blood spilled so early,” Candall remarks. “Why must this monster kill? It is not for protection of land, like the Morrigan asks. What does he hope to take from it?”
“The dulcet taste of victory,” Marybird replies. “A life lived contradictory.”
Envarus lands, then slips his sunglasses on. Anger wells up inside him, but not toward the Isotox people. “I would not be surprised if the blood spilled here still cries out against that king.” He says, before turning his face to the sky.
“This atrocity shall not be allowed to stand unavenged. A great exchange is in order, Blood for blood.”
“Blood for blood,” Candall replied in agreement.
“Are we sure we cannot talk him out of this?” Marybird asks. “Like, has he ev’r considered how difficult it is to hold an entire continent under his own control? It would certainly collapse and endanger 'emself. Like how we endanger 'em, for example. Seems rather dumb if ya ask me!”
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