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| A Life, Forgotten; The Tale of an Amnesic Bosmer, in Skyrim | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 27 2016, 02:03 PM (390 Views) | |
| Kane | Dec 13 2016, 11:23 AM Post #221 |
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I usually do enjoy it for the shield, and something a little different than the norm.... but Khalor wanted nothing to do with it. This is more accurate:
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| Serethil | Dec 13 2016, 11:29 AM Post #222 |
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*giggle* Lovely when they start making decisions, ain't? |
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| Kane | Dec 13 2016, 11:33 AM Post #223 |
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Takes some getting used to, that's for sure. I'm enjoying the ride, for now! |
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| Kane | Dec 19 2016, 02:21 PM Post #224 |
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Entry #39 A long ride to Winterhold and half a day's hike into the mountains finally brought Khalor and Marcurio back to Azura's massive statue. Aranea was ever present, praying always to her patron Daedra and greeted them warmly once again. "It has been many a long day since you first came to see us, child. I sense that much ahs changed for you. And you, too, Marcurio. It is pleasant to see that you've stuck with your friend." Marc nodded, and Khalor returned the greeting in kind. "Aye, it has been a long and weary journey, but not one without success. I feel better than I have in a long time, and the lady Azure herself has summoned me back here to you and her." "Indeed she has. Azura has followed your progress with a keen interest, and even shared visions of your fates with me along they way. I also know what you are seeking next, Khalor, and the Lady is willing to help you. But, the Goddess of Dawn and Dusk has one final task for you, before that time comes." Khalor sighed. "Very well. What is required of me, this time?" Aranea gazed at him with a somber look. "I know you have been through much, but it will not be without merit. Soon enough, Azura will help you as much as she can with your next endeavor. But, for now, you must go to a fortress, endangered by water, yet untouched by it. Inside, you will find an elven mage who can turn the brightest star as black as night." This time, it was Marcurio who sighed. "Aranea, what's this about? And why all the mystery surrounding it?" "It is cryptic, I know, but Azura's signs are never wrong. I believe the fortress may refer to Winterhold. Ask if they know this elven enchanter. Twilight guide your path." ---------------------------------------------------------------- Khalor was relatively quiet as the two companions began their hike back down to the ruined city of Winterhold under the cover of darkness. Not even the beautiful dancing lights of the aurorae were enough to shake him from his thoughts on where they were headed to next in their journey. He was just beginning to understand just how powerful these Daedra actually were, with this latest revelation from Azura. Khalor had spoken to no one (not even Marcurio), about the desires for knowledge that had been slowly creeping into his mind over the past few weeks. The young Bosmer had long since learned what he was, and strived successfully to cast that part of his life away. But, that only brought him more questions about his past. A longing to know where he came from began to take root....and longing to know of his family. A few minutes later, Marcurio finally pulled him from his thoughts. "So, do you have any idea what Aranea was speaking of back there? About what you are seeking next? It didn't sit well with me, for some reason. Almost like she knows of something more..." "I do indeed, Marc, but he she knows what that is, is just another mark of how powerful a force we are meddling with," said Khalor. "I've not shared what's been nagging at me with anyone yet, but it would seem that nothing escapes Azura's sight." The elf sighed, "I want my memories back, Marc. All of them. I had to come from somewhere, and I have to have family somewhere, as well." "Had a feeling you would get to this point sometime. It was only a matter of time, once things finally settled down for us," said Marcurio. "You still remember nothing?" "Not a damn thing," said Khalor, with a grimace. "Well, I suppose the only thing we can do then, is help out Azura. She's taken an interest in you, and perhaps she will point you in the right direction." "Very true. We still have one other option, though, that also coincides with a loose end we've yet to tie up here in Winterhold. We have a lexicon to return, and I still have the Elder Scroll." |
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| Serethil | Dec 19 2016, 03:15 PM Post #225 |
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Just LOVE where you're taking these two, Kane! Excellent read! |
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Dec 19 2016, 07:38 PM Post #226 |
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Hmm, will Azura help him, or forget the young mortal that is in reality helping her? Again, I am loving the two companions, they really do work so well together! Khalor deserves to know his past, and his family. I only hope thatif or when he does, it's for the good. This is a pleasure to read, Kane! |
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| Kane | Dec 20 2016, 11:19 AM Post #227 |
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Thanks, Kes! :) Things are about to ramp up once again for our intrepid friends. :devil: |
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| Kane | Dec 20 2016, 01:03 PM Post #228 |
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Entry #40 "This time, we pack accordingly for going back out on the ice," said Khalor. "I'm not freezing my ears off, like we did last time." "Yeah, yeah, alright. Don't get your loincloth in a twist, elf," grinned Marc. They'd decided it was best to get rid of the lexicon before heading south again. Septimus has been waiting a long time for them to return from Mzark and was likely getting impatient. Under cover of dark, the two friends headed back into the deep north once more, at a quite a good pace. Neither of them wanted to camp out on the ice, so they made they're way to the outpost in haste. The auraoe lighted their path on the clear, crisp night, and soon they were outside of the sunken glacial cave. The crazy old codger was as talkative as ever, even if what he said didn't make sense. Khalor asked him once more why this was so important to the wizened old mage, hoping to glean more of his motives. "The box contains the heart," Septimus replied. "The essence of a god. I have devoted my life to the Elder Scrolls, but their knowledge is a passing awareness when compared to the encompassing mind of divinity. The Dwemer were the last to touch it. It was thought to have been destroyed by the Nerevarine, but my lord told me otherwise." Marcurio frowned. "Who exactly is this 'lord' that you speak of?" "The Daedric prince of the unknown. Hermaeus Mora. I thought there were no secrets left to know. Until I first spoke to him. He asks a price -- to work his will. A few murders, some dissent spread, a plague or two. For the secrets I can endure. In time, he brought me here. To the box. But he won't reveal how to open it. Maddening." "Well, it's your lucky day," said Khalor, as reached into his pack. "We managed to get the lexicon for you." "Give it, quickly." Septimus was gleeful when Khalor handed him the inscribed lexicon. He took the runed cube and began studying it in earnest, soon having the answer that he was looking for. How to open the dwemer vault. "Extraordinary. I see it now. The sealing structure interlocks in the tiniest fractals. Dwemer blood can loose the hooks, but none alive remain to bear it. A panoply of their brethren could gather to form a facsimile. A trick. Something they didn't anticipate, no, not even them. The blood of Altmer, Bosmer, Dunmer, Falmer, and Orsimer. The elves still living provide the key. Bear you hence this extractor. It will drink the fresh blood of elves. Come when its set is complete." Khalor shook his head in protest. "No, this is to grisly. After all I've been through, I'm not about to go out and murder fellow elves at the behest the Daedra and a mad old hermit." He dropped the extractor on the icy cave floor and together him and Marc made their way towards the cave entrance. At the top of the ramp, they were stopped short by an unexpected sight. A hideous mass of green and black tentacles, interspersed with floating eyes blocked their path out of the glacier. It spoke to them as they approached. "Come closer. Bask in my presence. I am Hermaeus Mora. I am the guardian of the unseen, and knower of the unknown. I have been watching you, mortal. Most impressive." The two friends looked at each other in alarm. This was unexpected. Khalor spoke up first, and asked the revolting being what he wanted. It continued on, "Your continuing aid to Septimus renders him increasingly obsolete. He has served me well, but his time is nearing its end. Once that infernal lockbox is opened, he will have exhausted his usefulness to me. When that time comes, you shall take his place as my emissary. What say you?" No hesitation was required for the two friends, and Khalor quickly rejected the offer. "I'll never join you, you vile demon." That definitely angered the Daedra. "Be warned. Many have thought as you do. I have broken them all. You shall not evade me forever." And then, he vanished, leaving Khalor and Marcurio in an entirely new state of apprehension. |
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| Kane | Dec 20 2016, 01:56 PM Post #229 |
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Entry #41 "We're in for it now, Khalor," said Marcurio. "You can't piss off a Daedra and expect it to end well for you." "We'll deal with that when the time comes, Marc. For now, I've got more important things to take care of. Hold up a minute." Khalor pulled off his pack and set it on the ground. "I need a quick bite to eat, before we begin our walk in earnest." He began rummaging through his belongings, looking for that elusive green apple he knew was in there. 'Ouch, what the hell was that?" Marc looked down at him, "what was what? You alright, elf?" "Something sharp nicked me in there, but I don't know what it could be. Hang on..." Khalor grabbed the bag from the bottom and dumped the contents onto the snowy road, and began spreading out the pile evenly, when he noticed an odd golden glimmer from underneath a pair of his trousers. "What in the hell is that? Oh no......not this shit again." "What is it, K?" Khalor sighed. "It's the work of the Daedra once again, that's what it is! It's Meridia's damned beacon all over again!" He pulled out the essence extractor that he had dropped on the cave floor and held it aloft for Marcurio to see. "One way or another, they always seem to get what they want." "Oh, just leave the bloody thing behind." "It doesn't work like that, Marc. It'll just keep reappearing in my bag. I've been down this road before. We'll just have to ignore it from here on out." ------------------------------------- A days hike later brought them into Windhelm, where they planned to catch a carriage to Falkreath. Night had fallen once again, so they headed towards the local tavern for food and bed. Khalor hoped for a quiet night, but that didn't happen once that sorry excuse for a human, Rolff, walked in and started spouting off again. Marc had tried to hold his friend back, but Khalor had had enough, and soon dropped Rolff to his knees. "C'mon, K. Leave him be, you made your point, and I don't disagree with it at all." He guided Khalor upstairs where they could sit in peace by the fire, and listen to the bard play. "I'm not going to say he didn't deserve that, Khalor, but what made you snap like that?" "I'm just so tired of the Daedra, Marc. It seems they're all we ever run into anymore, and I don't want to keep doing they're bidding all the time. There has to be an easier way than the path I'm being led down." "Yeah, I know what you mean, friend. It has me uneasy, too. But, what else is there? It's not like the Gods are going to help us, ya know?" Khalor said nothing, as he was lost in thought once again. He knew there was another option, even if Marc always seemed to avoid bringing it up. But, could Khalor bring himself to even consider it? That was an entire other story. Based on the little knowledge he had on it already, he rightly felt that he shouldn't even consider messing with an Elder Scroll. "Marc, you know as well as I do that the Elder Scrolls may offer exactly what it is we're searching for. Even if you don't want to admit it." "No. Absolutely not, Khalor. There is just no way of knowing what could happen to you if you even open that scroll, let alone read it! It's not ideal to help the Daedra, or count on the, for help, but at least it seems that Azura favors you positively. If any of them would help you, it would definitely be her." |
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Dec 20 2016, 07:30 PM Post #230 |
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Wow, wonderful Kane!!! They both seem to have the Daedra pegged alright. And I'm almost sorry for Septimus, but he brings it on himself, sad to say. I can't wait to hear more of their adventure!! :thumb: |
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| Serethil | Dec 20 2016, 08:33 PM Post #231 |
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Oh, lovely, Kane! Gosh, having one daedra on your side doesn't really make up for the rest of them.... Looking forward to more! |
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| Kane | Jan 5 2017, 10:19 AM Post #232 |
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Entry #42 The carriage finally came to a halt just outside the limits of Falkreath. It was a long and bumpy ride, but it saved Khalor and Marcurio the time of walking all that way. Grey clouds had moved in and began dumping rain just as their ride had entered the forested hold. Kahlor sighed, "I swear, it's always raining in this damned town." Marc chuckled, "Aye, Falkreath and rain do seem to go hand in hand. Should we head out? Or do you want to stick around town for a while?" He looked around the small village, wondering how so few managed to survive out here in the sticks, year after year. There was barely any activity, aside from a fellow chopping wood and an old woman meandering about. "Nah, let's just head out of here. I'm not exactly well regarded here, and it's early in the day yet. C'mon, Lake Illinalta is due north." They set off at a brisk pace, eager to be well shot of this latest task that was thrust onto them. Just after lunch, the intrepid duo found themselves on the shores of Skyrim's great southern lake, pondering their next move. Khalor pointed out across the water, "Well, that has to be it." Marcurio followed his gaze to the far shoreline. A ruined fort appeared to be almost totally submerged in the lake, with only a single tower rising from the surface. "Just our luck that it's all the way across the other side. Do we swim, or do we walk?" "We swim, friend," said Khalor. "I've made the swim before, and it isn't that hard. We'll head up the shore a bit, and then swim to that island out there. From there, it's another quick swim to the keep." "Okay. Lead on, my elven friend." ------------------------------------- Illinalta's Deep was a fascinating sight to see, especially on the inside. The two friends entered into a circular vestibule adorned with a skeleton slung to a board as a warning. But, the truly interesting sight to see was the water pouring into the fort from the lake around them. It really put Aranea's vision into perspective to see this place somehow void of the water that should be filling it to the brim. "This truly is an odd place, Marc," said Khalor. "What do you make of this?" "I don't know yet, K. But, it does give one a certain feeling of claustrophobia. How can this place not be underwater is beyond me, and it makes me feel as if the walls could collapse in at any time." Khalor nodded, "I know what ya mean. This place gives me the creeps. Lets deal with these necro's and get out of here." They crouched down and drew there weapons, as they silently moved through the fort, picking off dark conjurer's one by one. Various treasures were found and pocketed as they wend their way through the underwater keep. Khalor learned a little bit more about magic in a some of the books he found, and Marc had some new scrolls for future battles. Soon enough, they went through a door into Illinalta's Deluge. Plenty more evildoer's awaited them, but the season adventurers were more than a match for some skeletons and robe wearers. They passed through the fortress' dungeons and past another chamber before finally reaching a throne room of sorts. It was empty, apart from the innumerable skeletons that scattered the floor, and a broken star of Azura lay at the base of the dais. A tattered book laying on the alter provided Khalor and Marc with the background knowledge on why they were here. "Now it makes sense," said Marc. "They've been tampering with it. Successfully, it would seem if I'm reading this correctly. Maylen Varen seems to have found a way to achieve immortality, by turning this into a black soul gem." "So, Azura must want it back so that she can purify it. Interesting." |
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| neildarkstar | Jan 5 2017, 10:30 AM Post #233 |
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:thumb: I always wonder why it isn't underwater too... Doesn't seem logical. |
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| Serethil | Jan 5 2017, 10:53 AM Post #234 |
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Yep, that's something I've wondered ever since the first time I did that quest - so back in 2012 sometime! Excellent read, Kane! |
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| Areial | Jan 5 2017, 10:57 AM Post #235 |
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Finally caught up again...lol... great read! |
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Jan 5 2017, 08:47 PM Post #236 |
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Magic! :D I love their journeys together! Really good read Kane! |
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| Kane | Jan 5 2017, 08:58 PM Post #237 |
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Thanks all! :) Musings on the Deep aside, I've always enjoyed that quest. The Black Star is useful af, and the journey is fun, too. |
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| Kane | Jan 12 2017, 12:12 PM Post #238 |
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Entry #43 Khalor and Marcurio emerged from the sunken keep to a brilliantly colored evening sky. The orange light of the sunset shone brightly on the surface of the lake, as it made it's descent into the western reaches of the sky. They decided it was as good a place as any to rest up and have a bite to eat, before hitting the road once again. Soon, a small fire was crackling away as Marc prepared a stew out of various food they'd found inside Illinalta's Deep. "Well, we have the Star now, Khalor... The next question is, how do go about returning it?" "I say we hike to Whiterun and take the carriage to Winterhold. It'll be the quickest and easiest way to go about it. Plus, we can always relax in Whiterun for a day or so. Maybe get rid of some of the treasures we've picked up recently." "Works for me, K. Head out after we eat?" "Aye. The lake is a beautiful sight, but it takes on an eerie sort of tone at night. We'll be better off to cut through Brittleshin and camp on the plains, if need be." The stew Marc had thrown together was now ready, and they dug into it with gusto, washing it down with cool, crisp water from the lake. Once they were done, and their belongings were packed back up, Khalor stomped out the small fire. The trail up to the mountain pass was clear, and luckily the cave itself was still empty, too. "This is where I found that blasted orb of Meridia's," said Khalor. "I probably looked like a right goof, trying to get rid of the damned thing in here!" "I can only imagine!" laughed Marcurio. "What I'd have given to see you chucking that silly thing about in here!" Shortly after, they emerged from the northern entrance to the now dark sky. Visibility was low, so Marc cast his Candlelight spell as Khalor lit a torch he'd plucked from inside the pass. The trail down to the east/west road lit up before them as they continued on their journey to Whiterun. ------------------------------------------------ The clouds cleared from the night sky as they approached the stables outside of Whiterun. Masser and Secunda dimly lit night around them, allowing Khalor and Marcurio to extinguish their own light sources, for the time being. Oddly enough, Bjorlam, the carriage driver was still sitting at the ready, even at the late hour of the night that it was. Khalor glanced over at Marc, "What do you think? Should we just get this over with? Or head into the city for the night?" Marcurio sighed, "I say we just go. Let's be done with the Daedra for a while." Khalor nodded, and hailed Bjorlam. "Take us to Winterhold." "That'll be fifty Septims, elf." Khalor handed over the gold, and the two friends clambered up into the back, bound for the icy north once again. |
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| Kane | Jan 12 2017, 12:12 PM Post #239 |
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Entry #44 The cold wind blew around them as they made for Winterhold's lone place of refuge. Chilled to the core and tired from the long ride through the snow, Khalor and Marcurio didn't even bother to eat. Instead, they each rented a room and burrowed down into the warm bed furs for a much needed rest. Several hours later, Khalor rose from bed to find Marc already awake, and eating at a table in the common room. He settled in next to him on the bench, and grabbed an apple wedge off of Marc's plate. "What time of the day is it, anyway?" "Late afternoon," said Marcurio. "Do you want to head up there now, or wait until the morning?" Khalor looked around the nearly deserted common room. "Let's head up there now. There's nothing to do in this godsforsaken town to pass the time anyway." Marc chuckled. "Yeah, you're not wrong there. C'mon, I had a feeling you'd say that. Our stuff is ready to go." The wind and snow had finally died down outside, allowing a cold, but sunny trip into the mountains. A bear slowed them down on the way, but only just. They still made excellent time as they came over the last rise to the small plateau where Azura's beautiful shrine had been constructed. It dominated the evening sky with the aurorae just becoming visible around it's apex. Khalor and Marc made their way up the stairs towards the alter and the Dunmer priestess Aranea, who was ever tending to it. When she saw them approaching with the star, she eagerly relieved it from them, and laid it on the altar, instructing Khalor to place his hands on it as well. He did as she asked, and no sooner had his hands lain down did he here the very same ethereal voice that had echoed in his dreams before. Only this time it was much more distinct, and....closer. ------------------------------------------------ Marcurio and Aranea watched from behind as their friend stood in silence, communicating with the Daedra. "What do you suppose the are chatting about, Aranea?" "The star needs purified, Marc. It has been desecrated by the elven mage who was seeking immortality. I think Azura means to send him inside to do it, too. "What do you mean? How can a person enter an artifcat like tha-" He was interrupted by a sudden burst of white light, and the disappearance of Khalor. "As I thought, she has sent him inside to cleanse the star." ------------------------------------------------ The glare cleared from Khalor's eyes as he materialized inside the artifact of Azura. It seemed almost impossible but, there he was, inside a star that could fit inside his pocket. The interior was a fascinating sight, and not at all what he suspected. Crystalline structures of varying blue shades made up the architecture of the entire plane he found himself in. But, his wonderment was quickly interrupted by a harsh voice coming from ahead of him. "Ah, my disciples have sent me a fresh soul. Good. I was getting... hungry. Wait... There's something different about you..." "This experiment of yours is over, Malyn." "And who are you to challenge me? I have conquered mortality itself. I've spat in the eyes of the Daedric Lords. This is my realm now. I've sacrificed too much to let you take it from me!" He retreated deeper in, throwing fireballs at Khalor, who was in quick pursuit. Quite suddenly, two Dremoras appeared in front of him, blocking his route to Malyn. "A CHALLENGER IS NEAR!" Khalor dodged it's incoming attack and quickly countered, dropping the first summon in a flash of his keen blade. The second one obviously didn't learn from the first ones mistakes and rushed in just as fast, only to meet the same end. The path to Malyn was clear, so the elf drew his trusty bow, and laced an arrow with the most potent poison he had. Rounding the bend to Malyn's open space, he loosed his arrow just as he sidestepped another fireball. The poisoned missle flew true, burying itself in Malyn's heart, quickly bringing an end to his so-called immortality. Azura's voice rang out around him, as she purified the star and began returning him to Tamriel. |
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| Kane | Jan 12 2017, 12:13 PM Post #240 |
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Entry #45 Khalor reappeared in another flash before Marc and Aranea's eyes. He looked no worse for the wear, but what more was Azura's star. It was bright and whole once again, laying at the ready on the altar. Before they could say anything, Khalor turned around and place his hands on the altar once more and closed his eyes. "Milady Azura, you promised to help me if I returned your star to you. I ask you now to do so." The omniscient voice echoed in his mind. "Very well, Khalor. You have performed your duties to the letter, and I am most pleased with the results of your latest task, and your prior experiences. What would you ask of me?" "I need to know more about who I am. All I know is my recent past, but there has to be more. Can you reverse this amnesia I suffer? Or am I resigned to living my life out from that fateful day in the wagon and on?" There was a brief moment of silence before Azura's voice sounded again. "Yes, I can restore your memories, if that is what you wish. But, you may not like what you find, and you may be better off staying the path that you are on right now. Remember, I've seen all of your possible fates, and I can say for certain that if you choose the one you are asking of me, your life will change drastically." Khalor thought on that in silence for a few moments, but it was no good. "Milady, I have to know. I know now that I'm a good person, and that I've rectified my past doings... But what if I had a family? What if they are still alive? I need to know...." "Very well, Khalor. It shall be done. But, before you go, and before I return what has been lost, I'd like to give you one last bit of advice. Do not act impulsively. It will be your undoing." ------------------------------------------------ Another flash of the brightest light lit up the mountainside around Marcurio and Aranea, and once it cleared they found Khalor slumped over the altar, unconscious. Marc darted up and hurriedly checked to make sure he was still alive. Aranea's hand steadied his arm as she spoke softly to him, "It's ok, Marcurio. Azura has given him back that which he desired. All his life's memories have been returned, and it likely overburdened his mind for the time being. He just needs to rest." Marc turned to her, with a look of amazement on his face, "You mean, she agreed to help him?" "Of course. Azura rather took a liking to your friend, and his work in her name pleased her. But, we can discuss this later. For now, let's get Khalor to bed, and let him rest." |
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