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Well, it appears that Raine’s curiosity got the best of her this time. That day she packed lunch and her research journals and decided to take a trip to the Cotes Ward to better understand what monsters and kinds of plants thrived in the area. She was curious just how much this place had in common with her own world, given that they looked and felt so similar, so she thought that maybe this would hold some answers about how she got here, if it was some kind of alternate reality to her own. However, after a full day of journaling she soon came to realize she wouldn’t be able to get her answers in just a day.

She did, however, manage to piss off some of the wildlife here, and found herself scrambling up a tree by the roadside pursued by some hogs trying to protect their territory. It had been about an hour up here when Raine had thought that she would perish up here. She ate a sandwich and tried to distract the animals circling below by throwing sticks off into the bushes, but these were smart creatures. They appeared to be getting bored, but still guarded the tree, waiting for their prey to descend. Down the road a little ways, Raine could finally see someone coming down this way. To her delight, the person was wearing full armor, and it was a good sign that they were trained to defend themselves.

Euden didn’t take too much time getting used to what was around him, more he was having a hard time getting used to just what he was now. He was more used to being a full Dragon than with Dragon parts. He didn’t seem to have the greatest control over them as well, wings fluttering without him even thinking about it.

Maybe he should ask another Draken but then that seemed too strange. Perhaps a book store could have something on Drakens? If not then perhaps he could find something else to read about this land.

Though what he didn’t expect was to see that one person, or was it? They had horns now. 

       You don’t recall falling asleep. You don’t actually recall anything strange about what’s currently going on. In fact, in your mind’s eye, the events unfolding are unfolding as though they’re happening for the first time. 

       You remember the long fight through the aetherochemical research facility, as you cut through countless Allagan creations. You remember the slight fatigue hitting you, and how quickly that fatigue faded once you saw ‘them’. Those who had lead Ishgard and its people down the path of bloody war for far, far too long. Those who had willingly deceived their people, all the while justifying their actions as being ‘for the greater good’.

       ‘For the greater good’. It made your stomach turn. They knew the truth behind the Dragonsong War, and hid it--and for what? To bring about more meaningless death? To gain more power? Why? Were this just about protecting the people of Ishgard, things would never have escalated the way they had.

       ...Above all, why did they have to take him from you?

       You march into the singularity reactor, giving chase to the archbishop and his knights. You stand steadfast as the Heavens’ Ward draw their arms and face off against you. Your heart burns. You try your best to restrain it, but your expression twists to one of barely contained contempt. 

       You listen Thordan prattle on. That he will ‘end all vice and conflict’, that by his power, all will be ‘saved’. Your fire intensifies. You draw your weapon silently, offering him nothing but the cold glare in your eyes. He merely readies his own blade, awaiting your approach.

“No matter. If you believe your cause just, I call upon you to defend it with your life!”

       His words ring hollow to you. To you, the man and his knights are no more than fools blinded by their own power. Fools so deluded as to turn themselves into destructive ‘gods’ to prove their point. Hypocrites who sacrificed countless lives to maintain a bloody, sanctimonious charade. For the people who died as they watched on, they would pay in full. But most of all...

      They would pay in blood for what they did to Haurchefant.

Though Ja’far misses his home dearly, the chance to discover new things and culture is extremely novel. It’s been years since his adventuring days, and, though he’s hardly visited every corner of his own world, there’s not much he hasn’t seen, read, or heard about. Therefore, the ability to stumble upon new cuisines and traditions coaxes the adviser out of his apartment where normally he may have chosen to stay home and found work to do.

Piqued curiosity is hard to ignore after all.

“A thunder spell caster. Which tier can you do?” Narberal’s not that intimidating towards other races sometimes. Least he can do tricks on his sleeve, which the doppelganger can’t for now.

Again with the cookies. They’d taken a trip to better know the new lay of the ward, and found themselves mentally mapping the length of Star Trail... only to run into the other. After parting ways during the chaos on the crumbling island, Fray was certain they’d never have to see him and his odd fixations again. Leave it to fate to have other plans.