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β A way to break this curse that binds me and a way to possibly find my home again. β He follows in toe his large footsteps shortened to match her pacing, loud sounds of clattering armor with each step.
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γ what is the answer you're seeking? γ without ceremony, she turned on her heel and began to walk away, one hand hovering subtly near the edge of her dagger. the shadows around her curled and shifted, watching the man as closely. α
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The knight has been roaming the halls, not wanting to disturb her.
β β β β β β β β β β β β Already in bed, reading few pages of the book she recently started. Something is missing, however... β β β β β β
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teeth before pulling off the glove and taking her smaller appendage into his own. β Youβve done more than enough for me, I canβt ask you for anything other than time. That I hope to figure out how to be rid of this curse. β
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His emotions now on full display he couldnβt hide his fact of surprise. Expecting a hint of disgust that never came. β I do not know if there is a way to fix this, Iβve been very cautious about closeness hoping not to infect anyone else. β He moved his gloved hand to his +
Syl'varis paused as he revealed his face; despite the darkness eating the man from within like a foreign virus, he was handsome. It was truly a face of a knight, no matter how infected. "Is there any way to revert it?" She asked, hovering her hand above his face >
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Sitting idly while sharpening his sword.
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like tears. Trying to save face but there was always a perpetual hint of pain.
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β It is a curse, there was a thing a creature born of this his name is Manus. I tried to fight him lost my arm protecting my best friend in the process and was infected. β He takes a moment then gently grasps at the helm before pulling it back, his eyes oozing the same darkness
Syl'varis lowered herself a bit to observe it, but it disappeared too quickly in the comfiness of his fist to even take a better look. "What... is it?" She asks as her head tilts. "Looks like a remnant of a curse..."
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before he quickly closes his fist so it doesnβt break free. β It turned me into the monster I am. β
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He remains quiet for a moment, head still dipped towards the floor as she inspects further into his armor. β It would be easier if I just showed you, not something I can describe. β He gently raised his hand body twitching slightly as a dark ooze pools gently into his palm +
"What plagues your world?" Question asked as her hand touched the patterns; delicate fingertips tracing them, gentle as if afraid of adding more scratches to it with her long claw-like nails. Clearly fascinated, Syl couldn't help but smile. Although tattered, >
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he inspects the symbol before turning back to the other. β That will keep us safe? β
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Gently planting it near the fire before grabbing his grindstone. Using the metal sparks of the blade to set the fire alight. β Now that the fire is taken care of weβll have to be careful, I donβt really want to attract anyone at the moment. β Looking over to the wall +
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It wouldnβt be long before he returned. Three full sized logs, a good amount of small sized logs and kindling to start the fire. There was already a preused fire pit the coals had been completely cold, setting up the few branches and kindling he grasps at his blade. +
β and began to carve strange runes unto the uneven surface. she walked about the tower, arranging the inscribed planks and murmur- ing something under her breath until suddenly, a dome of silver light surrounded the tower. a protection ward. ββ β
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// I am so sorry I havenβt been around Omega brain hating self atm.
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not of discomfort but of uncertainty. As the delicate digits hover over his helmet he nods to her question slightly lowering his head so she could better see the once beautiful patterns, now tattered and beaten from his years of fighting.
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His large gloved hand delicately grasps at the glass, the small sip he intended to take ended up completely emptying it. β I am still myself if thatβs any consideration, I could have gone mad. β Placing the glass back down his body slightly shifts at her approach +
Syl approached him. Her hand hovered above his helmet; not with wants to remove it, but simply feel it. Such a giant knight, yet seemingly a husk of what he was... "May I touch?"
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you to Baldurs gate. Finding answers to my questions may reside there. β
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Different is a good term to use, a foreigner of sorts. Came upon the lands of faerun not too long before. Unsure of a purpose, suppose why he found a guide maybe getting to this baldurs gate may give him one. β I have no path yet, these lands are new to me. I will accompany +
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iβm on my way to baldurβs gate, but i could help you find the path youβre looking for. γ α
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β Yes wine is fine thank you and as for the helmet no, not since this. β He gestured towards the gruesomeness that he now became, a very stark contrast. β I used to be more dignified and not disheveled. β
"Don't mention it." She smiles, reaching for another cup that was waiting there; perhaps she was waiting for his visit for a while now...? "You... have never taken off that helmet. Is wine an option for you?"
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He ducks his head slightly maneuvering himself inside before finding an empty place to lower himself down. β Sylβvaris I again appreciate you for letting me stay. β The words are at the back of his throat just canβt get them out. His body language says it all though.
"Come on it." Of course, she knew it was him. No one else was living in that palace and his armor was quite noisy.
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