Post by dragonforgotten on Oct 27, 2018 21:48:46 GMT -5
On the edge of death and yet i refuse to die, i can now say with confidence that to save a friend i would fall in lava for them despite the contempt and ridicule he has delted me. I feel i had it coming, if i hadn't have thrown the gongs stick maybe we could have gotten the jump on them. My legs are blackened and charred, only my strong will has kept me on my feet. My poor tail feathers, i hope Shinnarras healing spirit can fix my feathers ;( .If i die here i would at least like them back. A giant has shown up, i don't feel the pain anymore at this point. Ill either will win this fight or die with everyone else. Qourlan wish me luck.
Post by dragonforgotten on Nov 7, 2018 2:18:54 GMT -5
Through hardships and miracles we saved our friends from death but in our hesitation we retreated. Shinnarra is not please as she deserves to be but our fears held us back with master weak on magical power and our supplies near empty. We rested and went to bed with hearts heavy with anxiety. We may not know what is ahead of us but every fiber in our beings are telling us the same thing. The evil god of fire has emerged. This maybe our last day alive. Our last and finial efforts to save the valley and the world. Ive spent half the night not only coming to terms with our possible deaths but also prayed for a miracle. We may not survive this fight but by the gods i will die fighting with my friends and mentor. I will fight like i never have before, finish this finial task to put Narcellia at peace. I can die at peace knowing Ive warned the Kenkus of the griffons nest to leave the valley. if only a few of us survives to tell our tale the next disaster can be avoided. Ive been planning on what we could do but none of them seem as effective as they would be against a god but its the best i have I came us with afew names for our band since we never real established a team name. team white feathers, team black vengeance, team keen edge, team Elemental Bane, Cult Bane, still a work in progress. Regardless by the gods we will make sure we finish this and put a end to this cult business. fated day has come to see if mortals can cause a god to bleed.
Cough, the finial stand, brave Kenku plague doctor
Post by dragonforgotten on Nov 28, 2018 1:48:01 GMT -5
It has begun. After fighting through cursed wizard skulls and crossing dangerous bridges through spear fire I now stand face to face with the Infreet. Balin has collapsed besides me but with my healing he should be up. Now its my turn to be brave, i shall discract them while my allies rally together. I pulled my darkness over the wizards and the Infreet, dodging and weaving. This is a hopeless battle, my darkness is failing and yet i still stand determined and brave. I will not flee. Just when hope was lost my friends triumpted and put down the Infreet. Now the moment of truth is just a few steps away. Im so afraid but I've accepted death. We only have one chance, to close the portal. I know i will not make it. I've always been the weakest but it will face the shadow of death fearlessly. The kenkus, the valley and my friends depend on us. I have abandoned my pack in the next room. I wont need it where I'm going. I told my friends that if i die use my cloak, i will not die in vain. I spoke to everyone. How it was an honor to fight with them, how i loved them all dearly, how much i admired Gizlan's teachings and how much i felt priviaged for being his student. Now we depart to our fates.
I am standing in hell, the flames are too hot. We stand in a small island of lava. Atop a great weeping colossus I see the portal, i see the prophet holding the key, I see the dragon, then i see Imix. He is truely everything i feared. Ive transformed into a pheonix and have caught fire. It was agony, such agony and then the familar darkness wipes that pain away. WHY! WHY! I've bearly begun to fight! PLEASE NOT YET! NOT YET! THEY NEED ME!
I stand in that same bleached hallway, the raven queen steely eyes peers straight through my soul. "You have died and yet you hold no fear, no sorrow. How? "I use to be afriad. Of you, of my powers, of myself, but through my journey i realized something. I am more capable then i thought. I may not be strong but my will is unshakeable, for the strength i lack i had my friends to protect me and i did my best the heal and protect them. Even Narcellia watched over us through our journey. Ive done things ive regretted out of fear, so now i learn and face my fear, this is the source of my powers. the moment i died i realized that my powers have not blackened my soul, they are the manifestation of my fear turned to power and now i control them to protect others.
I have faith in my friends to finish our finial quest. We have beaten demi gods before, i know they can overcome this tragedy. I just regret i will not be there to wittness their victory. I have a question, please answer this weary crow do you hate me for escapeing you?" "You faced my test while others would have crumbled, for this is the reason alone you departed." She holds out a bottle, the same silver bottle that has my memories dancing inside. "If you come with me i shall return what i have taken, you may have them back and my servants will take you to your god." "Please not yet my lady, let me see how this turns out. I could not rest not knowing if we won." She smiled. I didn't realize she could even smile. I feel myself being pulled away, i feel faint. Suddenly a smooth bottle is in my hand. "Take care avatar of Qourlinn."
I awake but i cant move or feel the heat. I watch through my souls prison as my friends fight valiantly. I watch with amazement with tears as Shinarra, brave and strong the last one standing among us. She hurls the dagger into the portal and it snaps close taking the evil god and his minons away with him. Everyone stand except for me for there is no longer any life in my body. They scream and cheer with joy but it is short lived when they lay eyes on my soldering corpse. I can see sorrow in Gizlan eyes. Malestrom in deep contemplating mourning, Brigette shedded a few tears, Taigo seemed relatively unchanged but grim, Balin somber and Shinarra as hard to read as ever but i can sense in her heart that she pities my plight. Wordless they carry my body out of the temple. It is a wordless procession. The victory very quiet. they take me to a church but are met with some resistance. I am a Kenku after all, no better then city rats and petty thieves. After much arguing the preist start a strange and startling ritual as i am thrusted back into my restored body. I have been restored, i am alive! I cried and cried and held everyone close and thanked them to the bottom of my heart. We are celebrated across the valley as heroes and with the cults destroyed we sealed the portals so they may never be used for evil again. the harpers relcutantly allowed me membership after reporting our success. Soon it became time to depart. It broke my heart but i promise i would visit them all when i can. As a commemoration of our time together i commissioned a artist to make portraits of all of us. With that we departed to our own quests and this closes the one chapter on my grand epic.
Cough the Good Doctor and Friend Avatar of Qourlin, First Kenku Physician and Medical Practitioner