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Legacy of The Condesce :11:
I had just finished tending to the Mother Grub when the vision struck me. It was a simple vision, one that I could only see properly with both eyes closed. Ever since I was injured by my lusus back on Alternia I could see things currently taking place elsewhere from another troll's point of view. It was like watching a silent film inside your head. Despite this awesome new gift I cannot actually dictate what my 'spirit sense' sees. Instead, it shows me only what I need to know and when I need to know it. Still, I've been able to use this to my advantage, and it has saved me countless times, figuratively and literally.
As I felt the vision intensifying I shut my eyes and focused in on what was happening. I could see a beach, and a figure sitting on the beach. There wasn't much around for me to determine where this was taking place; the vision was so distorted I could only determine that it was in fact a beach. I focused in harder, trying to make out who the figure
Legacy of The Condesce :9:
I watched patiently as the villainous Marquise rolled the die she carried as her weapon of choice. When the object had rolled its eighth time, it started to glow. Then it leapt into the air, and as it did so Beauus grabbed it as fast as she could. If she wasn't my current enemy I would go as far as to say that her catch was most impressive.
When the glow of the object had dissipated, it revealed her new weapon of choice. It was a bright blue sword, decorated with traditional markings and motifs associated with her blood kin. She grinned as she held the blade out in front of her, ready to combat me. I half expected her crew to come in and assist her, but it seems that the noble Marquise had her own agenda when it came to duels.
"So," she sneered as she taunted me with her weapon, "who shall be the one to begin the duel? Will it be me, or will it be you?"
"Ladies first," I replied smugly.
"Oh, you are such a kind gentleman," Marquise Lieuna chuckled, "I could ha
Legacy of The Condesce :8:
Ah, the thrill of the chase! Well, I was the one being chased, but still! It was a wondrous feeling; the wind whipping my hair about wildly, the ground coarse and rough beneath my shoes. I lived for moments like this, for moments where I can feel the thrill of being chased. Maybe that’s why I never got along with the Treasury Guild. That or I just never got along with that bitch of a sea wench Ambiva Otzara. God I hate that troll!
It all began when I was only seven solar sweeps old. The Treasury Guild had given members of my blood caste a chance to join their ranks. It wasn’t because we were finally considered equals to them, but because they lacked a gift that was common with our blood caste: our vision eightfold. Quite a demeaning inclusion if you asked me. Even so, most of my kin did not see it to be as such; they saw it as an opportunity to have recognition among the nobles.
I was one of the sixteen chosen for the Treasury Guild, and after many
Legacy of The Condesce :7:
"I had performed disastrously," Vipaka sighed, still wiping himself with the towel he borrowed, "I had an open chance to make conversation with that peasant boy and I completely ruined it."
It was just about midnight, and Vipaka and I should have gone our separate ways by now. Just because we were supposed to separate didn't mean we had to, but Vipaka was always punctual with his decisions. This time, though, I wanted to make sure he was okay. As moirails it was our duty to look after each other no matter what, so on our way back from the low blood hive cluster we decided to take a breather beneath some trees. It was a nice little spot where I used to take naps when I was younger. I figured its calming properties would be useful in this particular situation, seeing as how he was sweating as he always did in cases such as this one.
"Don't worry, Vipaka," I said soothingly, "I'm sure there will be other chances."
"I'm sure there won't be other chances," he replied
Legacy of The Condesce :6:
And off she goes; in that oh-so-typical rage that has become her trade mark. I really don't see what her problem is. Sometimes, just sometimes, I think the problem has to do with me not understanding her awkward sign language. Not much I can do about that though It's not like I have the money or social status to pay for a proper class in sign language 101 or something. Regardless, I had to return to my hive as well; there was something back in my respite block that I desperately wanted to attend to.
I rushed over there as fast as I could, but at the same time I didn't want to make it seem as though I was in a hurry though I think I did give off that impression regardless. When I got to my hive I got inside, shutting the door a little too hard in my haste. Then, when I was sure that the coast was clear, I surveyed my respite block, making sure that everything was in order.
Everything seemed to be exactly the way I left them. My desk still had the hus
Legacy of The Condesce :4:
The training ground wasn’t too far away from where I had just been talking moments before. It was simply a clearing of trees shaped in a circle where members of my blood kin would battle each other to hone our skills. However, since I was to train twice a day, I had to come out here as early as possible to train alone before I began my regular dueling schedule at midnight. Talk about a pain in the ass, right? Still, I wasn’t doing this just so I could have bragging rights; this was important to me just as it was to the High Legislacerator. I had to be the best so I could bring honor to her name.
When I got there I made sure to perform my usual starting ritual. I walked out into the middle of the clearing, placing my sword into the ground. I then placed my forehead against the pommel, clearing my mind of all things. All my troubles, my fears, my doubts, were washed away. Then, when I was sure that my mind was empty, I began the battle dance, recall
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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