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AND ALL THIS DEVOTION WAS RUSHING OUT OF ME The pirate has been a Helovian for a couple of weeks now, yet his search for his belongings has proven utterly fruitless so far. He has hunted everywhere that his hooves land upon, but the thieves seem to have disappeared with the wind. It is deeply frustrating, and Bartholomeo knows that the longer he goes without his items, the more chance that he'll never get them back at all. The scoundrels may have left Helovia by now; he could be heading in completely the opposite direction, guided along a dead trail. To add to his woes, he has lost his magic, too. He first discovered this unpleasant fact when a lone wolf attempted to prey on him in the forest, something that ordinarily he would have solved by bidding one of his weapons to skewer the opportunistic predator in the heart. He'd reached out with his magic for his one remaining knife, trying to swing it around and deter his would-be assailant from its attempts to kill him. To his utter horror, his blade did nothing. There was no familiar surge of power, no twisting steel plummeting into the flesh of his enemy. Nothing happened. He managed to fight off the wolf with his antlers and hooves, but it left him deeply concerned about the loss of his powers. There's a certain irony to the situation, he thinks darkly. He, Black Bart, the Scimitar, the greediest, most avaricious and most infamous man in the land, has lost everything precious to him. His wife, his child, his belongings, his fame, his herd, his magic. Perhaps the Gods are punishing him for the sins of his youth by condemning him to eternal misfortune. This is his redemption arc, from rogueish pirate blinded by his own arrogance, to mere pauper with only a knife to his name. At least when he is by the sea, he can relax and forget his predicament. With a small sigh, the stallion plods across the sand and into the sea, closing his eyes in bliss as the waves lap against his fetlock. "Home," he murmurs, because that's what Helovia is for as long as it takes him to find his things. |
For @Aelfwine !
