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Fluff Alphabet - I, Injury

Injury: As someone useful to him

You were caught off guard by blind proudness and now your body is bloodied and beaten from Rook's onslaught of attacks. You should've hit harder, you should've used more of your magic, but you underestimated Rook. Soldiers of different factions start to surround you and your rage pulses. Your pride wouldn't allow you to go out this easily by mortals. You prepare to use one last spell that would kill everyone, including yourself.

Before you could even harness your magic, everything feels slowed down. Your enemies are entranced by a red haze. A stern hand lifts you up and turns you to face them. Elgar'nan. His touch is gentle but his eyes… You feel them glare into yours, you cannot fathom what he feels, but his words sound sincere.

"You and Ghilan'nain, you're both so-" He stops himself. "The final ritual needs you, and only you. Losing you would take everything from me, from the glory our new rule!" His hand gently wipes blood from your face. His eyes scan the battlefield, you were ambushed. He understands that you could fight all of these mortals with ease if you weren't surprised, but a clever mind was behind this. His senses tell him they must leave now, he must be cautious. "Come. Forget your pride for a greater purpose. All these creatures will suffer your wrath once the ritual is complete. You are special to me, my future, I can not lose you yet." You nod but anger still lingers within you. Elgar'nan holds your face sincerely for a moment then uses his magic to take you away from the conflict.

HC's:

Finding you hurt would cause him to worry. To worry about you, and if you can still carry out his plans.

He'd speak to you with reassuring words and hold you carefully.

As for caring for your injuries, he would heal you with magic. A worshipper would then tend to you closely, making sure you recover well. Elgar'nan wouldn't want to risk tainting you, so he wouldn't use the blight to heal you unless it was necessary.

You somehow play a key role in his final plans, so keeping you safe and able is a priority.

His words to you will be stern but gentle and warm. It's how he soothes you into staying by his side.

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As someone below him:

Elgar'nan kept you around for who knows what. Pleasure, entertainment, or whatever, you weren't sure. Although, being allowed to serve your god so closely brought you immense joy.

The Venatori had brought Elgar'nan a relic of great importance to him. You stand behind the god and cautiously watch him interact with the glowing orb. Elgar'nan had used a great deal of magic to activate it and the aura it emits makes you feel sick. Your eyes cringe and the god in front of you noticed.

"Approach, slave." His voice is cold. You cautiously walk up to the god, and bow your head. His eyes linger on your appearance, something about you irks him. Your mannerisms, your eyes, they remind him of someone long ago. The times he hurt you, controlled you and spoke to you made him feel warm.

"Touch the orb." His order was stern. Fear sinks inside you, but from experience, you know it's best to act on his order immediately. Your hand shakes as you reach for the orb, Elgar'nan notices but doesn't stop you. "AH!" Pain surges through your hand. "Gah-" The feeling is severe. Elgar'nan smiles and touches the orb. Nothing happens to him. "Magic like this can only be used by gods. By me. Great things can be achieved easily using this relic, how would you creatures use this power without me?" His eyes narrow down to you. He puts down the orb and reaches for your hand. A red haze clouds your vision, pressure within your hand persists, but the immense pain is no more. "You mortals must only serve and praise us, I shall ease your pain, ease your mortal life." He drops your hand and turns back to his affairs. You step away from the god and resume your post. The red haze from before starts to fade. The pressure from your wound start to ache, you fall to the floor. "Ah! I-" You can't spit out any pleas for help. The immense pain had returned.

Elgar'nan smiles, not bothered enough to spare you a look. "Quiet. You lowly beings do not deserve my blessings. Not yet."

HC's

The reason why you're injured is honestly because of Elgar'nan. Whether because he was bored or you irked him that day.

If the wound is fatal, it would depend on if he wanted you around still, if yes he'd heal you, but if not, he'd send you over the Ghilan'nain.

Petty injuries he would pay no mind to, he might even find joy in seeing you suffer.

Your pain would be an opportunity to exert power over you, and remind you of his capabilities. He would ease your suffering only to give it back to you tenth fold.

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