63736, Jumbel's Role Chapter 6
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
RoleChapter 6 Rage, Magic, and the Golden Wit Added Sun Mar 17 07:24:53 2019 at level 11:"He was sick, Jumbel" whispered Koellang. He had heard the commotion and raced over to the Rift, but he was too late. "The magic here consumed your father" he muttered. He placed a hand on my shoulder and uttered: "As for your mother, she often came here in search for a divine answer to your father's corrupted mind". I glanced up at him and replied "she was naive for turning to the very same magic that corrupted him." I stared with rage at the rift. "Neither its pure nor wicked form should exist, it must be destroyed!" I cried out as I swung my axes towards the bloody altar and pious statue. "This chaotic magic must be obliterated, in all of its forms!" I proclaimed. Koellang frowned as he walked away from me.
I moved away from the Rift, leaving my parents behind. Blood dripped from my axes onto the rocky stone floor as I circled the great stone. Its crystal veins pulsated thirteen times and then went unusually dark. I thought to myself: "What in the stones is this?" A soft whisper echoed throughout the area, inaudible at first. I honed in and heard: "thirteen stones, thirteen roses, thirteen lashes, thirteen steps." Over and over again, the same whisper. Puzzled, I pondered the concept.
Staring down, I nervously adjusted the thirteen roses secured to my belt. Upon adjusting the thirteenth rose, I smirked. I ran my finger across my trapezius, taking note of thirteen scars. Looking down at my rucksack, I took note of thirteen gems. I snickered to myself and took thirteen small steps.
The voice of a man drifted in from below. "Quite the lucky mess you are, Jumbel" he snickered. "Let me introduce myself, I am Ackohin, the Priest of the Golden Wit".
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