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Post by gaston on Oct 21, 2016 22:25:02 GMT -7
Arlen's focus is predominantly on the large, yellow eye that seems to be staring at him; returning the stare with worry, fascination and an endearment to understand what it is. His eyes staring intently, yet he registers the female hobgoblin's voice loud and clear.
"Why would you be burrowing underneath my temple to check it's structural integrity? I don't believe we have met before Miss... Uhm..."
He holds out a hand for Turlagh to take; seeing the fright and confusion in the young man's face. Equally confused but still with the intention to help, his fingers remain relaxed and open, his padded palm facing upward. Assumedly Turlagh was going to take his hand and something would happen, is what Arlen thought at least, and that something may give insight; to why his friend convulsed and thus why he has this anomaly on his palm.
"... Are you alright friend? You're safe... Do you know what this is?"
As he speaks, his hand moves closer to touch the eye.
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Post by Zen on Oct 22, 2016 1:08:40 GMT -7
"Lin. Protection against those that would decide that this earth is the perfect place for a tornado, earthquake, or hurricane, or should it occur naturally." She looks toward the hand "Is this thing a threat?" As a slew of earthen spikes rush toward it, stopping before they do any real damage and crumble away.
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Post by MjhX on Oct 22, 2016 8:00:19 GMT -7
Zakryk glances at Lin, then back at the hand. "I have heard some rumors of this. Apparently, there are some entities you can ask to possess your hand, adding an eye to it. The eye may have another effect, but I'm not sure what it would be. Also, I'm not sure Turlagh requested it, since he seemed surprised to have the eye just now."
Zakryk then turns to Turlagh. "Do you know anything about who might have given you that eye?"
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Post by ambnz on Oct 22, 2016 9:09:33 GMT -7
Turlagh, still stunned, quietly shakes his head as answer to both Arlen and Lin.
Turning his head to Zakryk he simply shrugs.
The eye will blink once when Arlen's hand stretches out towards it, then it closes and vanishes, leaving no trace of its existence.
"I.....I....I'm not sure what happened....I was in all these places at once, and then there was this voice and it sounded so very beautiful. Like an angel, it sounded protective. Strong, even. I wanted it with me and it just sort of...obliged. "
He will then portray his version of the events that lead to his being here, first finding a dusty old book, then the three disturbing visions (He'll blush a little and hurry by the kissing part) and finally the voice that called out to him, wanting him to....let it in? After that, everything went dark, and he remembers waking up here with a sore head and something that felt.....weird...with his hand, leading to the unexpected discovery of the eye.
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Post by gaston on Oct 22, 2016 12:57:20 GMT -7
"Hmm... If anything your visions are foreboding of your rise to greatness and eventual death and/or tragedy... Maybe? I wouldn't be so sure on that thought. Perhaps you have some new gifts or powers, but... Relax. Just take a moment to relax friend and catch your breath; I can ask a volunteer to fetch you something to eat..."
Arlen adjusts his posture and stands up straight; now ready to address the strange woman. The jagged rocks she was almost willing to send through Turlagh's hand gave caution and he raised his left eyebrow; skeptical, but not hostile in manner.
"Miss... Lin, was it? Helping out the... Temple? Perchance, why didn't you just come through the door instead of ruining the library's floor?"
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Post by ambnz on Oct 22, 2016 15:44:50 GMT -7
Turlagh nods and responds to Arlen.
"Aye, some food would be appreciated, I feel quite famished"
He then looks at Lin curiously as well, not really sure what to make of the situation.
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Post by Zen on Oct 23, 2016 3:41:18 GMT -7
"No structural defects or other signs that show my previous path, and still ruined? Odd. Maybe this will explain it more?" As she levitates out of the ground, stopping at her feet which seems to still be a part of the floor. She is wearing a stonemason's outfit with no tools, and her body is an amalgamation of metals, stones, and earth. "Would you ask a being of air to walk as well?" She says uncomfortably.
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Post by ambnz on Oct 24, 2016 11:24:52 GMT -7
Turlagh breathes out a bit.
"No, of course not, that's all good then. Ehrm, thank you very much for your concern....I personally don't consider it a threat. It's starting to feel like...I dunno, like its settling in or something. It's still there but much less strange feeling than it was."
His eyes widen in a moment of panic.
"WAIT, where's Fluffsy???!?!! Has anyone seen Fluffsy??!"
He hops out of bed and begins frantically checking the room for his furry friend, but before anyone can calm him, the small ferret will come running through the door.
It's red fur has been replaced with a pitch black hide filled with several stars that shimmer and move across it's body as it runs across the floor towards Turlagh. He laughs and then stops, puzzled, as he reaches his hand out for it to climb up on. Instead of simply walking up the outstretched arm, the little weasel will simply look at everyone in the room, and then begin floating upwards, finally alighting itself on Turlagh's shoulder.
"Huh......well, that's new." Turlagh says.
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Post by gaston on Nov 3, 2016 12:52:48 GMT -7
"No, of course I wouldn't, but you should show a general respect to everyone else here... And if you're going to show up spontaneously, at least not in such a way to scare others... Please."
When Fluffsy enters and the ensuing antic follows shortly after, he smiles.
"Well i'll be... If I didn't know any better, i'd say you have some heavenly blessing, much like a seer... Or an Oracle!"
Arlen kneels down at Turlagh's bedside and shortly after a dishevelled handmaiden comes in with a tray of cooked food. The handmaiden is followed by the same acolyte that Arlen asked to send for food. Fresh ingredients and with a warm, pleasant aroma, it was by no means 5-star cuisine, but it was hearty and wholesome. The tray was set on the end of the bed and Arlen stood up to bow to the two of them before resuming his position at Turlagh's bedside.
"Thank you... Now, you should eat your fill and take the time to relax; we don't want you pushing yourself too far. Afterall, I assume that you and..."
Arlen nods towards and offers to shake his paw.
"Mr. Fluffsy will have some discussions about these new revelations of yours. No doubt you will take heed and take care when discovering what's happened to you exactly. I want you to be safe, my friend."
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Post by ambnz on Nov 3, 2016 13:22:36 GMT -7
Fluffsy will tilt his head inquisitively at the outstretched hand, but nods at Arlen, seemingly in response to the gesture.
Turlagh addresses Fluffsy "Huh, where've you been off to, then?"
The small weasel with a now-starried hide squeeks in response.
"Hmm that's weird.... I used ta be able to understand him clearly when he talked. Now I'm just getting....I dunno, like raw emotion. I can feel that he's happy and trying to assure me, but the specifics are all gone."
When the food is set down, Turlagh's eyes will light up. He's on the other side of the bed from everyone else due to his frantic search for Fluffsy, but instead of walking the few feet to the food tray, he disappears and immediately reappears adjacent to the food and begins to dig in. A few bites later he stops eating, as if he realizes what just happened. Turning to address the rest of the group, he'll exclaim happily "WOW, that was COOOL" before turning back to scarf down the food.
He'll address Arlen briefly between bites. "Oh, sorry Arlen. Uh, yeah, I mean, I don't know any oracle folks but Fluffsy's hide sure is sparkly. What's a heavenly blessing supposed to feel like? All I know is I'm starved"
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