Koltira Deathweaver (
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Entry tags:
- ashraf salib (original),
- chloe frazer (uncharted),
- ico (ico: castle in the mist),
- koltira deathweaver (world of warcraft),
- martin darkov (original),
- roslyn small (original),
- ✝ bariyan e kodhi (original),
- ✝ barnaby brooks jr [t&b],
- ✝ franziska von karma [ace attorney],
- ✝ harry flynn [uncharted 2],
- ✝ kahlan amnell [sword of truth],
- ✝ loki laufeyson [marvel 199999],
- ✝ reya of candlekeep [baldur's gate],
- ✝ stiles stilinski [teen wolf]
second rune; death; video
[When the feed starts, the netbook's camera shows you a view of the forest floor. A deer carcass lies among the grass and twigs, and it's obvious that the poor thing did not have a clean death. It's in the advanced stages of decomposition, even though the blood around its body is red and fresh. The camera does not linger on this image for more than a few seconds; it pans upward, to show Koltira's face.
He's standing over the deer, holding the device in one hand, holding Byfrost with the other. Agony creases his expression: his jaw is clenched, his eyes narrowed, every muscle in his pale, sallow face is taut with pain. The guttural growl of his voice occasionally rises in octave as he talks, as though something is beating the shit out of him from the inside.]
Were we brought here to fight for something, or to waste time reliving the past? Send. Us. On. A mission.
[He stabs the tree next to him with Byfrost, and the sword glows sickly green; the tree bark begins to decay rapidly, as though it's practically melting. Diseased fumes pour out of the bark, forming a nasty miasma around Koltira's body.]
I need a battle. [he hisses, and blood trickles from the corner of his mouth as he bites down on the inside of his cheek.] Now.
He's standing over the deer, holding the device in one hand, holding Byfrost with the other. Agony creases his expression: his jaw is clenched, his eyes narrowed, every muscle in his pale, sallow face is taut with pain. The guttural growl of his voice occasionally rises in octave as he talks, as though something is beating the shit out of him from the inside.]
Were we brought here to fight for something, or to waste time reliving the past? Send. Us. On. A mission.
[He stabs the tree next to him with Byfrost, and the sword glows sickly green; the tree bark begins to decay rapidly, as though it's practically melting. Diseased fumes pour out of the bark, forming a nasty miasma around Koltira's body.]
I need a battle. [he hisses, and blood trickles from the corner of his mouth as he bites down on the inside of his cheek.] Now.
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I must insist you do. And if not myself, then another healer. You cannot be allowed to turn that need onto any innocents here.
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Worry not. I must simply build my tolerance; fortify myself against these pains. I have never needed to do so before.
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[ That a little bitterly, because yeah, he's not eager to repeat this experience any time soon. He follows doggedly, now working on pulling the robe tight. ]
But if this happens again, you will not simply wait for an unprepared and unsuspecting victim to stumble into you.
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Are you my keeper now, priest?
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If you present a threat to anyone in this land, then yes, you may consider me to be such.
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[pushing aside branches and brush as he goes deeper into the forest, his eyes ahead, searching.]
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So you say, yet it was not so long ago you had your gauntlet buried in my flesh.
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You pushed me, and you know it.
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And what will you do when some hotheaded youth encounters you at the wrong time, with none of my healing skill?
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--and that is why I'm in the deep forest, where hotheaded youths are in short supply.
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[ He realizes he's shouting and takes a breath to calm himself. The appearance of the lake goes utterly unnoticed, though, with Koltira hogging all of his attention.
More quietly, but just as assured: ] I will not leave the safety of the people to something as easily overcome as seclusion. There is an entire city of people behind us, and people are inclined to wander.
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You have not a single notion of how much I was holding back, even in my deepest moment of delirium. Perhaps you will understand someday.
[he approaches the edge of the lake and then starts to walk on its surface. The water freezes under his boots; the effect looks like so many large ice-roses forming and then connecting to make a bridge that extends behind and in front of him.]
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That only makes you all the more dangerous, as far as I'm concerned.
[ He raises his voice to be heard, but it's still a few notches down from his earlier shout. ]
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There's just no reasoning with you, is there? [he sighs, and shrugs, wincing slightly. All right. To business. He talks a while longer as he shuts his eyes and arranges his legs into a lotus position.]
I am a sin'dorei, and before that a quel'dorei, a high elf. My people loved magic to the point of addiction. For many, it became their downfall ... but for others, there were ways to manage.
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And what of it?
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We were taught to find something to anchor us to this world, to our sense of self, and to focus on it to the exclusion of all else. In this way, we could meditate to control our impulses.
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I pray to God your meditations go successfully. [ It doesn't sound like the kindly sort of prayers people usually talk about, though. ] I will be back to see if they do.
[ And then he turns, robes swirling, and disappears into a bright white light. He'll be back. ]
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He says nothing more as Ashraf turns away. After he's gone, Koltira bites down on his lower lip, drawing blood.]
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He's wary as he steps onto the forest floor, glancing around quickly before his eyes land on the lake— and hopefully, onto Koltira. ]
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He watches for a few seconds before glancing away, somewhat awkwardly. It's been... a strange few days, and he's given himself far too much time to think. Seeing Koltira again only compounds it, really. After a moment he shifts, moving to take a seat on the trunk of a nearby fallen tree. ]
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