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[Earth or Sun] Gifts of the Lost - Ashamin - 08-02-2016 Lived unbruised, we are friends; and I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Sigh no more. Ashamin had neither seen nor heard of the Gods since leaving the Aurora Basin, and for a brief time there had almost been some comfort to take in that. But his belief was not fickle, and his loyalty did not wane. While he may have been frustrated with the God of the Spark, the Clovenheart had taken the time he needed to, had the talks with Phantom and himself, and found there was little point in holding on to the irritation. Time would, of course, have an understandable toll on the length of one’s fuse. Being the god of all of it was surely a burden larger than one Ashamin could understand, so who was he, really, to judge? All he knew was that now time seemed long. Contrary to what others may have felt after leaving a position granted by that god, Ashamin did not feel crushed by the sudden weight of his mortality. Perhaps that was why he had taken his time, and had not quickened his pace on the long, winding journey to the veins of the gods. But he was here now, and after so long the whole of it looked strange and different to him. To begin with it was day, and a bright, hot one at that. The holy place wore Tallsun well, and in tragic comparison Ashamin looked rather worse for wear. Though most of his wounds from recent spars were healed, thanks to the passive magic coursing through his veins, he still stepped more gingerly on the leg Seanan had so swiftly cast into injury. His muscles were building, but so too was the count of his scars. He was only thankful that his companions, who leaped almost merrily behind him now, had managed to gain experience in combat without suffering any serious wounds. Given the heat, the Clovenheart had chosen to leave most of his heavier gear behind in the meadow. He wore only his necklace and Mriga, held tight in the sheath made by Johnny. Ashamin smiled at the thought of the sugar stallion, but did not linger on old relationships. He was here in part, after all, to build new ones. Which was why, despite his newfound respect for the God of the Spark, it was not his broken shrine that Ashamin stood before. He passed by the Moon Goddess’ wind-battered shrine and gave a nod of respect, of hello, for he could not know that the God of the Spark had passed along the message. And when he settled, and his two companions stood flanking his weary soul, it was before the shrines of the Earth and Sun. For these were the Gods he knew the least, and the ones whose company he sought. In silence, he pulled Mriga from his sheath and lay its twin blade on the earth before the shrines. If any god chose to come, it was this weapon that he would ask to be enchanted. If the scars on his hide had taught him anything, it was that he could never be too prepared. "" Using the VOTG pass off my prize list! I believe any god would work... but I requested Earth or Sun because I want him to get a chance to meet some gods he doesn't already know (ie Spark and Moony.) Ashamin is seeking the following enchantments (both approved,) for his haladie, aka Mriga: :: Carvings on blades create a circuit that generates harmful electricity. :: Steel reflects light in a way that causes its pattern to look as if it is moving and disorient. @Mythical Request. RE: [Earth or Sun] Gifts of the Lost - God of the Earth - 08-07-2016
RE: [Earth or Sun] Gifts of the Lost - Ashamin - 08-09-2016 Lived unbruised, we are friends; and I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Sigh no more. The Clovenheart was not waiting for a long time before a god appeared before him. He was almost surprised to see that The God of the Earth had appeared—half of him had suspected Spark to arrive in a fit of laughter. Then again, perhaps they were both taking a break from each other’s company. The Aurora Basin surely had a new haruspex that was taking up what little fraction of time The God of the Spark allocated for mortals. "Forgive me, great God of the Earth," Ashamin began with a voice as solid as the stone upon which he stood, "I suppose I’ve grown accustomed to your brother’s preference of starting conversations such as these. He did not always take so kindly to being asked after." There was something like a smile that came with the realization that, even now, Ashamin was still submissive to some. Bravery came with many things, but it would not overshadow his respect for the Gods he so believed in. Whether they were aiding him or Helovia at large, Helovia held a certain trust in the deities that he would defer to their habits and preferences before his own. After all, hadn’t he left the Aurora Basin after taking the God of the Spark’s advice? And as bitter as that electric immortal could seem, there was no denying that the Clovenheart was much better for departing his herdland. Thus, despite his vague knowledge of this God’s kinder character, Ashamin did not wish to keep the massive power waiting. "This Haladie, Mriga, was gifted to me by an old friend. I belive now that she might be lost to me, and so this is a treasure I hold even more dear. She pulled it from the water, and I believe it took some of that element with it," Ashamin said, nudging its grip to turn the blade and show off its unique pattern. Never before had he seen steel such as that of his weapon. "I wish to enchant its blades and bring to life this steel that has served me so well. I have come to you for guidance, Earth lord, for your understanding of water and the metals that make up this land." His plea was direct but sincere; his black eyes were full of a quiet loss that he did not wish to dwell on. Even when he had last been in the Aurora Basin, Ki’irha’s absence had weighed heavy upon him. Now that she was gone, it was important that he treasure her gift and use it in his new life as a means of protecting the Unbound. "" Alright, thanks for letting me know! I misunderstood before. In that case... Ashamin is seeking the following enchantment for his haladie, aka Mriga: :: Steel reflects light in a way that causes its pattern to look as if it is moving and disorient. @Mythical Request RE: [Earth or Sun] Gifts of the Lost - God of the Earth - 08-22-2016
@Ashamin RE: [Earth or Sun] Gifts of the Lost - Ashamin - 09-06-2016 Lived unbruised, we are friends; and I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Sigh no more. The Earth God's assurance that Ashamin would not be dealing with a god like the one he had known before put him at ease. Even his companions, who were well acquainted with the Spark God's short temper, seemed grateful. Lochan and Rakt had seen gods before, and they knew just how strong an affect conversations such as these could have on their bonded's mood. Ashamin's piety was not, after all, without its downsides. That sort of devotion took its toll on the stag; the thought that this conversation might not be so emotionally exhausting was welcome. So when the God of the Earth explained the quest, the trio had mixed feelings. Ashamin was pleasantly surprised, for he had expected a task as morally draining as the Moon Goddess'. He nodded slowly along with the syllables, but did not think much of them beyond their benefit. His companions exchanged worries glances, sidelong looks that they need not share. Whatever talks those two needed to have could have been done through the channel built to connect their minds; they expressed their worry so visibly in the hopes that Ashamin, otherwise too preoccupied to hear whatever mental warning they could provide, would take note. Conversations such as these... they would not come without a cost. And though Ashamin, bathed in the light of a holy presence and in awe of the Earth God's kindness, might not think of that, his companions did. When their looks had no effect, Rakt pressed the base of his antler against the Clovenheart's leg. But Ashamin was already stepping forward, moving away from his bonded, and answering the God. "Your task is just. I will return to you with the tokens you have asked for, " Ashamin said, his head low in a respectful bow and his eyes shut, for a part of him found the situation easier to believe if he did not see it. "Thank you for answering my call, God of the Earth." For a moment he looked up, not sure what to see. Ashamin hadn't expected a smile. "" Ashamin is seeking the following enchantment for his haladie, aka Mriga: :: Steel reflects light in a way that causes its pattern to look as if it is moving and disorient. @Mythical request |