first spell woven ۞ video

[wearsblack]

[His face appears on the feed, slightly off-center and highlighting an impressive scowl marring an otherwise delicately built face framed by curtains of long black hair. Mostly, this is because the person handling it isn’t quite sure what to do with this device.]

Grotty thing…

[It shifts again, this time centering on the young man that face belongs to. It's easier to see now that he's wearing black armor over a high-collared black tunic and a silver circlet on his brow. He eyes the tablet speculatively]

Listen to me, whoever you are. I am prince of the crown of Calavan and I will not be your pawn or anyone else’s.

They couldn't at least bloody ask before they took us away from our own worlds? Maybe you'd even get volunteers.

[It was frustrating, because he understood the nature of the threat. He'd probed the greeter and found that her story was true. Or at least, believed that it was. It didn't make him any less suspicious, considering the last people he encountered with this sort of device had sabotaged Calavere's towers and left dozen dead. It was luck that his father wasn't more severely injured.

Additionally, he knew he might even be better off here, out of reach of both the Witches and the Warriors of Vathris.

But that didn't make him any happier about it, either.]

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[sacrificar]

You won't be the only one.

[wearsblack]

So it seems. Why do you ask?

[sacrificar]

I only wanted to know your response.

[wearsblack]

Hmph.

[And that's about all he has to say about that]

[sacrificar]

Your name?

[wearsblack]

[Sullenly]

Teravian.

[Since he hasn't quite gotten the idea that his name shows up for other people]

[sacrificar]

[a nod.]

Tier Halibel.

[wearsblack]

....

Why do you cover your face?

1/2

[sacrificar]

[you just had to ask.]

2/2

[sacrificar]

This is why.

1/2

[wearsblack]

[Jesus fucking christ.

I mean, wait no...

Vathris' Balls.

Whatever.

Just.

Holy crap lady.

Your fucking face.

What the hell.

There's really no disguising his reaction, which is somewhere between utter revulsion and terror.]

2/2

[wearsblack]

[He leans bodily away from the screen for a moment and narrows his eyes]

.....

What are you?

[sacrificar]

[problem?]

I am a Hollow.

A corrupt soul.

[wearsblack]

Who made you?

[sacrificar]

It was through the sacrifices of others, like myself, that I was able to reach this form.

[wearsblack]

This was something you wanted?

[sacrificar]

It was necessary, to ensure my own survival.

[wearsblack]

Mere survival isn't worth that. Not unless something else was at stake.

[Nothing less than the life of someone very dear, or the kingdom itself, would make him consider something like that]

[sacrificar]

You know about where I'm from, and what life is like.

[wearsblack]

Why would I know that?

[sacrificar]

To understand.