Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170103091405/@comment-26517142-20170426152348

Chee walks around the Engkant city, bored and heckled until a pair of footsteps approached her. Three, to be exact. Silvery blurs shuffle around her to reveal....

Three gray women. One a younger kid, one a teen, and one an adult female.

"You are... the outsider of the land below. Masakias Manchas. That is your true name?" "Separated from her mother after she disappeared in the dead river... yes?" "You are now the companion of the death god, are we correct?" They asked in threes.

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"It is your call.... Sidapa." Balana says and with it, places her hands on Cires and chants. There is a wisping of enery that surges from both her and Cire into Jeiel....

...................and something hot and burning singes across his forehead..

It was a memory of a field of burnt grass. Charred trees. Skeletons of unfortunate victims. And in its center.. a gigantic beast of demonic presence, on its knees and roaring for its life.

In front of it was a tall creature. Built like man. Loftily holding his brazen club and bone knife, he sneered - and gutted the creature on the throat.

Slashed at its dead carcass again and again. Cackling indiscriminately in the blazing furnace while humans watched in horror and prayed nonsensicals.

Cire was looking at himself.

''Familiar? It should be....''