WE ARE OUR AVATARS (One of a kind Rp)
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Joe facepalms as the others didn't come over to SAVE THEIR LIVES. Joe quickly draws a lassu and catches all of Twilby's characters, along with Knife and anyone else that's here but I can't remember right now.
"Remember Creator's creator! I want to know what about my origins!!" And with that Joe jumps through the portal before the explosion.
"Remember Creator's creator! I want to know what about my origins!!" And with that Joe jumps through the portal before the explosion.
As the portal tosses everyone out back into Germany, Chak'tika says to Joe, "I could have outrun that myself, but you have my thanks."
Chak'tika's thoughts drifted back to his people. He went to sit by some rubble and began solemnly rubbing a dull brown piece of crystal.
OOC: Anyone still here?
Chak'tika's thoughts drifted back to his people. He went to sit by some rubble and began solemnly rubbing a dull brown piece of crystal.
OOC: Anyone still here?
OOC: Sure. Match was going badly anyway.
Royce was frustrated that his new nemesis had been right in front of him, and yet he could do nothing to her. Deciding he wanted to take his mind off his troubles he sat on some rubble near Chak. He saw the warrior handling a gemstone of some kind. "What's that?" he inquired.
Royce was frustrated that his new nemesis had been right in front of him, and yet he could do nothing to her. Deciding he wanted to take his mind off his troubles he sat on some rubble near Chak. He saw the warrior handling a gemstone of some kind. "What's that?" he inquired.
Chak'tika was deep in thought when Royce approached and asked him a question. It took several seconds for Chak to respond, "Oh, This? A keepsake of someone long gone. You would like her, and I think she would like you." Chak'tika said, sighing as he finished.
"Keepsake eh? I've go a couple of those myself." he said as he rubbed his Rossmore absentmindedly. "What do you mean 'I would like her'? What makes you think that?" he asked.
"Her name was Tak-na. She was the apprentice of our tribe's Head-Healer. I can only guess you two would become...friends I believe the word is, because like you she just wanted to help people. I remember getting closer to her than anyone else because I was always getting sent to the healer for all the scrapes I got myself into. She'd always keep me company while the healer prepared his magics and potions to fix me up. I gave her this stone I found in the desert while I was hunting one day as a gift, now it's all I have to remember her and the rest of my people by."
"What, exactly, happened to your people, if you don't mind telling me?" Royce asked. He knew the story would be a sad one, and likely hard for Chak to tell, but his curiosity won out in the end.
Chak'tika sighed as he prepared himself, "My People were nomads of the Shara desert on the world of Eberron. We followed the herds and relied on them for our existence. Then one day greedy hunters from neighboring tribes intruded on our hunting grounds. My people killed the hunters and left them as a warning. The rival tribe called a meeting of all the tribes of the desert. My people argued that we were in the right, as old treaties had laid out hunting grounds belonging to the tribes to avoid such incidents as this. The rival tribe of course argued, saying that we were mistaken and had invaded their land and slain their people as an act of war. The meet went on for another few hours but nothing else of meaning was said. The tribes threw away the treaties and all-out war was declared. By the time we could spy on our enemies by climbing atop the piles of our dead, he came. The monstrous little construct you called 'Preginald'. He offered to solve our problems and get rid of the other tribes. My people were so desperate that our leaders felt they had no choice to accept. All Preginald wanted was information, where to find the other tribes. My people told him and in a day they were all the neighboring tribes were gone. We threw a feast to celebrate our victory with our new ally and he turned on us, slaughtering our warriors and imprisoning the rest in some imposing silver dome. I only managed to escape because my psionic powers had bloomed early, so I was able to effectively hide myself and sneak away. From that day on I vowed that I would hunt that abomination until one of us was dead. And well, here I am."
after a pause Chak'tika said, "Royce, you have my thanks for hearing me. I've never told anyone else my tale, and for some reason it feels...nice to have someone hear it."
after a pause Chak'tika said, "Royce, you have my thanks for hearing me. I've never told anyone else my tale, and for some reason it feels...nice to have someone hear it."
"It's never a good idea to keep painful stories buried inside yourself. I know..." he said in reply. Royce stared at the ground between his boots. "You are a great warrior Chak, and I envy you for that. But I also envy you because, though your story is sad, you at least have nothing to be ashamed of." Royce did consider him to be lucky. At lest Chak didn't have the terrible wight of guilt on his shoulders.
Chak'tika stood up. "You have people to represent, don't you Royce? People whose lives are threatened just as much as yours in this despicable contest? For that, I envy you. I'm going to teach you to be as great a warrior as I can. For if I don't do as much as possible to help my Clutch-mate and his people survive then I will have something to regret."
"I...I'll try to learn..." Royce managed to say. The thought of his whole world depending on him for survival still nearly paralyzed him with fear, despite how hard he fought the feeling. "I-It was nice talking with you Chak. But...I'm...I'm kind of tired." he said as he stood and went off to look for a place where he could be alone.
OOC: That's it for me. Good night.
OOC: That's it for me. Good night.