Tezzeret, Bound by the Tyrant Eternal

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I'd catch you fa̫̲̱̙ͅl͕̹͔l̡̳i͚̼̙n̞̤̜ͅg̘̰̱͓ f̛̲̫͌͗̕ṛ̷̡̩̱̪͉̭̻̂ͩ̐̄o̵̢̗̫̻̻̹̲̼ͬm͕̘͕̌ͬ̀ a̠̩̫̎̃́͡ń͂ͬ͆́̀͛̚͏̪̹̩y̢͓̮ͮ̂ͨ͆ͩ̆̉̎͘ ̩͖̜̠̰̩̰̄̐̈́͂͜͜t̬̾ͫͧ̒̐r̸͈̬̞̹ͮ͌e̶̯̫͇̋̈̀̚͢ͅĕ͌͏͇̹̳͍

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Knells and Throes II

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"Yeah. I was there. I wish I could have been the one to end her. But, I'll take the consolation prize of getting everyone to safety." Tezz had fully slumped into Blunt, too exhausted to keep himself upright. "I'm sorry I couldn't get them into one spot, or at least closer together. A portal that large and summoned that quickly is hard to keep stable. But they had a better chance of surviving up here." The two of them sat a few moments in silence. Blunt's mind raced, unable to know for sure if this man would survive another night. He kept looking him over, trying to see if there was anything he could do. The soft, warm glow of the lantern flickered across the pair. Creatures of the night awoke and stirred around them.

Tezz's mind was preoccupied. There was so much he wished he could say right now, just in case he couldn't do it himself. No. I can't think like that. Not yet.

"Blunt?" Tezz's crackling voice broke the silence. "My eyes are getting heavy. Do you think you could carry me back, so I get a little rest?"

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Knells and Throes

The setting sun painted the marshy plains surrounding, what was until recently, High Central with amber, gold, and pink hues. This closing of the fourth day since the fall of the Tyrant Eternal left the search and rescue teams of the rebellion to find fewer and fewer of the scattered survivors. A ragged gasp and a sputtering cough came from beneath the shelter of a lonely mangrove cluster. The body that produced it belonged to a broken, nearly spent Tezz as he awoke from a comatose state. Pain, echoing from his mind through to his very marrow, wracked his body. The effort of transporting every living person he could sense in High Central to safety caught up to him in his lucid state. He dwelled in this state for several minutes, slowly willing his aching body to move and sit up from the muck. With his hand he was able to grasp the nearby roots and pull himself mostly from the water. He heard the distant sloshing of someone in the area and looked to the encroaching darkness of dusk. Tezz attempted to summon a voice from his damaged lungs to call out, and like sparks on wet logs he could produce nothing but more coughs. Catching his breath again he sighed and leaned back against the tree, he hoped it was enough.

Tired and sore from his head to toes, Blunt Donz trudged through the myer. A hand worked to the bone clung to a rope tied sack of emergency supplies over his shoulder. The lowering light reflected off his distant, almost flat gaze.

His immediate pursuit of just finding Akkey had been abandoned when he crossed the first victim of war partially trapped under rubble. After that rescue, he started as close to the center of the area as he could and circled outward from there. He remembered a time in his life he would have just prioritized his own needs. A part of him wished he had retained some of that selfishness.

But such things had been thrown away, like valuables into the sea, a long time ago. Now, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he chose to just walk past someone he could have helped. He scoffed. Hel, not long ago, he wouldn't have been in good enough shape to do all this.

As it turned out, actually addressing his past, and Rhenco's looming threat had been good for a few things: Blunt was more sober than not now, and gotten back on track with his health. And so he circled...and circled...and circled...for days.

Far past whirlwind thoughts and mostly conscious movement, Blunt trudged along like a machine with only a single, practically thoughtless task series: find, extract, stabilize.

But at the barest ghost of a noise...someone broke through the haze of his mind. He saw, like most he had found, a partially obscured form.

A form marred and twisted nearly beyond recognition...

Nearly...

Blunt fell still, and then slowly lowered the bag to his side as he took one, and then several more steps over to Tezz's side. His expression shifted from blank to stunned as he spoke a single word in a voice horse from shouting.

"Eights?"

Tezz let out another cough before a soft, "Aye, friend." Looking over Tezz, Blunt could assess the state of the man before him. His body was covered in mud and bruises, the vessels in his eyes had burst, and blood had caked draining from every part of his face. Between the labored breathing and his unfocusing eyes, Blunt could sense Tezz was teetering on death's doorstep. "You have any food?" An ache and a growl came from Tezz's stomach, followed by a stifled cough. "Or, maybe just a drink."

With an almost audible distortion, Blunt's vision tilted as the blood drained from his face. For a moment, his mind blatantly told him that this must be a trick. It must be a lie.

But the sight of him...the injuries...the knowledge he was likely already too late...that perhaps it had been too late for a long time now...the knowledge of Clover, and Merlira...twenty years...

God...what have they done to you...?

No...this was too terrible to not be true.

With a jolt Blunt's weary body sprung to life. The pack was flung to the nearest dry patch of land and, a moment later, Blunt's strong arms caught Tezz up, and pulled him from the mud, and towards the pack as carefully as he could manage.

"Yeah buddy, I have food and water." Once he had laid him down, he tore the pack open to produce a drinking canteen. "Hold still. I'm gonna get you out of here."

Tezz shakily took the offered canteen. He drank greedily, almost spilling more than he consumed. With a few deep breaths, he finally stilled his cough. He propped himself up, with help from Blunt, and leaned into the man.

Tezz's eyes wandered up, watching the first few bright stars peak out, the last orange and pink rays of the sun passing into night. His gaze drifted down, coming to rest on Blunt.

"You look good, Blunt." Tezz allowed himself a small smile. "Who kicked your ass into shape?"

"Lifting liquor barrels." Blunt laughed as he held him close in turn, but could already feel his eyes beginning to tighten. "You should have seen me a few months ago, though. My gut used to be almost as wide as my shoulders." His face fell a little. "You've been gone a while buddy I...I had no idea you were alive."

He sniffed as he began to check him for injuries. "Clover...Melira...I always made sure they were doing alright."

"In my moments of lucidity, I always hoped that they were alive and able to move on. Gods, it's been too long, I don't think they need to see me like this." Tezz gestured with his hand towards himself. The low light made it difficult to see the ruptured veins and bruises covering him. For a little while, to Blunt, Tezz almost looked normal.

His head slowly sank into Blunt's arms as he spoke, "I wouldn't call where I was, and what I was doin', being alive." Tezz's face turned sour, "I wasn't myself until a few days ago. Imprisoned in my own fucking mind to that.." he paused to search for an insult vile enough. "To her."

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Knells and Throes

The setting sun painted the marshy plains surrounding, what was until recently, High Central with amber, gold, and pink hues. This closing of the fourth day since the fall of the Tyrant Eternal left the search and rescue teams of the rebellion to find fewer and fewer of the scattered survivors. A ragged gasp and a sputtering cough came from beneath the shelter of a lonely mangrove cluster. The body that produced it belonged to a broken, nearly spent Tezz as he awoke from a comatose state. Pain, echoing from his mind through to his very marrow, wracked his body. The effort of transporting every living person he could sense in High Central to safety caught up to him in his lucid state. He dwelled in this state for several minutes, slowly willing his aching body to move and sit up from the muck. With his hand he was able to grasp the nearby roots and pull himself mostly from the water. He heard the distant sloshing of someone in the area and looked to the encroaching darkness of dusk. Tezz attempted to summon a voice from his damaged lungs to call out, and like sparks on wet logs he could produce nothing but more coughs. Catching his breath again he sighed and leaned back against the tree, he hoped it was enough.

Tired and sore from his head to toes, Blunt Donz trudged through the myer. A hand worked to the bone clung to a rope tied sack of emergency supplies over his shoulder. The lowering light reflected off his distant, almost flat gaze.

His immediate pursuit of just finding Akkey had been abandoned when he crossed the first victim of war partially trapped under rubble. After that rescue, he started as close to the center of the area as he could and circled outward from there. He remembered a time in his life he would have just prioritized his own needs. A part of him wished he had retained some of that selfishness.

But such things had been thrown away, like valuables into the sea, a long time ago. Now, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he chose to just walk past someone he could have helped. He scoffed. Hel, not long ago, he wouldn't have been in good enough shape to do all this.

As it turned out, actually addressing his past, and Rhenco's looming threat had been good for a few things: Blunt was more sober than not now, and gotten back on track with his health. And so he circled...and circled...and circled...for days.

Far past whirlwind thoughts and mostly conscious movement, Blunt trudged along like a machine with only a single, practically thoughtless task series: find, extract, stabilize.

But at the barest ghost of a noise...someone broke through the haze of his mind. He saw, like most he had found, a partially obscured form.

A form marred and twisted nearly beyond recognition...

Nearly...

Blunt fell still, and then slowly lowered the bag to his side as he took one, and then several more steps over to Tezz's side. His expression shifted from blank to stunned as he spoke a single word in a voice horse from shouting.

"Eights?"

Tezz let out another cough before a soft, "Aye, friend." Looking over Tezz, Blunt could assess the state of the man before him. His body was covered in mud and bruises, the vessels in his eyes had burst, and blood had caked draining from every part of his face. Between the labored breathing and his unfocusing eyes, Blunt could sense Tezz was teetering on death's doorstep. "You have any food?" An ache and a growl came from Tezz's stomach, followed by a stifled cough. "Or, maybe just a drink."

With an almost audible distortion, Blunt's vision tilted as the blood drained from his face. For a moment, his mind blatantly told him that this must be a trick. It must be a lie.

But the sight of him...the injuries...the knowledge he was likely already too late...that perhaps it had been too late for a long time now...the knowledge of Clover, and Merlira...twenty years...

God...what have they done to you...?

No...this was too terrible to not be true.

With a jolt Blunt's weary body sprung to life. The pack was flung to the nearest dry patch of land and, a moment later, Blunt's strong arms caught Tezz up, and pulled him from the mud, and towards the pack as carefully as he could manage.

"Yeah buddy, I have food and water." Once he had laid him down, he tore the pack open to produce a drinking canteen. "Hold still. I'm gonna get you out of here."

Tezz shakily took the offered canteen. He drank greedily, almost spilling more than he consumed. With a few deep breaths, he finally stilled his cough. He propped himself up, with help from Blunt, and leaned into the man.

Tezz's eyes wandered up, watching the first few bright stars peak out, the last orange and pink rays of the sun passing into night. His gaze drifted down, coming to rest on Blunt.

"You look good, Blunt." Tezz allowed himself a small smile. "Who kicked your ass into shape?"

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Knells and Throes

The setting sun painted the marshy plains surrounding, what was until recently, High Central with amber, gold, and pink hues. This closing of the fourth day since the fall of the Tyrant Eternal left the search and rescue teams of the rebellion to find fewer and fewer of the scattered survivors. A ragged gasp and a sputtering cough came from beneath the shelter of a lonely mangrove cluster. The body that produced it belonged to a broken, nearly spent Tezz as he awoke from a comatose state. Pain, echoing from his mind through to his very marrow, wracked his body. The effort of transporting every living person he could sense in High Central to safety caught up to him in his lucid state. He dwelled in this state for several minutes, slowly willing his aching body to move and sit up from the muck. With his hand he was able to grasp the nearby roots and pull himself mostly from the water. He heard the distant sloshing of someone in the area and looked to the encroaching darkness of dusk. Tezz attempted to summon a voice from his damaged lungs to call out, and like sparks on wet logs he could produce nothing but more coughs. Catching his breath again he sighed and leaned back against the tree, he hoped it was enough.

Tired and sore from his head to toes, Blunt Donz trudged through the myer. A hand worked to the bone clung to a rope tied sack of emergency supplies over his shoulder. The lowering light reflected off his distant, almost flat gaze.

His immediate pursuit of just finding Akkey had been abandoned when he crossed the first victim of war partially trapped under rubble. After that rescue, he started as close to the center of the area as he could and circled outward from there. He remembered a time in his life he would have just prioritized his own needs. A part of him wished he had retained some of that selfishness.

But such things had been thrown away, like valuables into the sea, a long time ago. Now, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he chose to just walk past someone he could have helped. He scoffed. Hel, not long ago, he wouldn't have been in good enough shape to do all this.

As it turned out, actually addressing his past, and Rhenco's looming threat had been good for a few things: Blunt was more sober than not now, and gotten back on track with his health. And so he circled...and circled...and circled...for days.

Far past whirlwind thoughts and mostly conscious movement, Blunt trudged along like a machine with only a single, practically thoughtless task series: find, extract, stabilize.

But at the barest ghost of a noise...someone broke through the haze of his mind. He saw, like most he had found, a partially obscured form.

A form marred and twisted nearly beyond recognition...

Nearly...

Blunt fell still, and then slowly lowered the bag to his side as he took one, and then several more steps over to Tezz's side. His expression shifted from blank to stunned as he spoke a single word in a voice horse from shouting.

"Eights?"

Tezz let out another cough before a soft, "Aye, friend." Looking over Tezz, Blunt could assess the state of the man before him. His body was covered in mud and bruises, the vessels in his eyes had burst, and blood had caked draining from every part of his face. Between the labored breathing and his unfocusing eyes, Blunt could sense Tezz was teetering on death's doorstep. "You have any food?" An ache and a growl came from Tezz's stomach, followed by a stifled cough. "Or, maybe just a drink."

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Knells and Throes

The setting sun painted the marshy plains surrounding, what was until recently, High Central with amber, gold, and pink hues. This closing of the fourth day since the fall of the Tyrant Eternal left the search and rescue teams of the rebellion to find fewer and fewer of the scattered survivors. A ragged gasp and a sputtering cough came from beneath the shelter of a lonely mangrove cluster. The body that produced it belonged to a broken, nearly spent Tezz as he awoke from a comatose state. Pain, echoing from his mind through to his very marrow, wracked his body. The effort of transporting every living person he could sense in High Central to safety caught up to him in his lucid state. He dwelled in this state for several minutes, slowly willing his aching body to move and sit up from the muck. With his hand he was able to grasp the nearby roots and pull himself mostly from the water. He heard the distant sloshing of someone in the area and looked to the encroaching darkness of dusk. Tezz attempted to summon a voice from his damaged lungs to call out, and like sparks on wet logs he could produce nothing but more coughs. Catching his breath again he sighed and leaned back against the tree, he hoped it was enough.

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Desecration [pt 5]

[previous]

Water roared in Vox's ears in a low rumble, bubbles rushing past him, and then he was quite literally thrown up out of the surface, dripping freezing water across the shore of one of the bodies of water in the cavern. He only had a moment to gasp for air and get to a knee before ice solidified around his calf, sharp points piercing his skin, bringing him back down to the ground. He rolled to the side to barely avoid another heavy spike hitting the ground, and by doing so, he saw a horrifyingly familiar figure running up out of the water, a stream of water flooding in behind him, eyes glowing silver.

Vox frantically pulled at his leg with the one hand he had, hoping there would be away to free himself - but the moment he tried to move it, the sharp spines dug deeper into flesh. Emitting a pained yelp, he managed to shift his focus to the entity before him... a terrifyingly familiar presence.

"...Tezz." Vox's voice shook, convinced what he was seeing wasn't real. "You're- you died. How?..."

Tezz did not yield; he continued his approach, eyes directed on the scout.

"Tezz, it's me. It's Vox. I don't know what's happening, but Liam is in danger. We're all in danger. Kezia, she's..."

He managed to steady his bow in his hand, unsure how he would reach an arrow if the situation called for it.

"You've got to help us, Tezz. Please."

"No." And then he whips his cock out.

Forward Plunge III

[previously]

"I'd catch you falling from any tr- C̢͕̹͉̣̠̠̩A̵̠̳̜̗̪L̖̠̹Ḽ͎̺I̱͙̭̝͈̤̝NG͓̮̹̮͙̰̙." The shadows flared from beneath the eldritch crown placed on Tezz's head. The water in the room lifted into the air like the gravity of the world had stopped effecting it.

"E̙̰̘̼̪̘͠C̠͎̥̫͍͕͖H̯͘O̮̟͇͚̝̩I̻͜N̪̙͚G̰̩." The hovering water shaped itself into thousands of needles, solidifying and surrounding the party. The black, acrid smoke poured over Tezz and fell to the floor. He began hovering several inches off the ground, his arms outstretched to his sides he made a wide sweeping motion with his arms before snapping them forward. The needles of ice followed suit, descending into the group before him.

"Okay... That doesn't look good." Sav murmured to himself as Tezz started to pull the water up into the air. He slowly lowered the lava to the floor and started slowly spreading it in a thin line around the group. "And that's definitely not good." He said as the water formed into needles and Tezz rose up from the ground. As he swept his arms forward Sav had his quickly rise up, creating a thin shell around the group to block and melt the icy needles. "Akkey, I assume this guy's a friend of yours." He grunts through gritted teeth, his voice strained with effort. "But we don't exactly have time to save his soul right now."

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"The underground nok is correct, miss," the other dark haired nix that towered above everyone else's heads agreed in his peculiar, crisp accent. Several stray frozen shards shattered into harmless pieces onto the ground, his trident forged out of rippling water spinning to create a temporary shield against the attacks, "He is intend to attack us, we must defend. There is nothing on window, you have complete checked?"

"We need to find a way out of here and back to the tunnel!" Libulan's voice was tinged with panic as his own eyes roamed the doors that almost camouflaged against the marble. Several hands trembled in another useless attempt to teleport out. Whatever it was that kept them there, interfering with their portals-- it unnerved him, along with every other nix in the place. And it showed, as their closely held group began to fall apart.

"Azul!" Without hesitation, his aide began to edge towards the nearest hopeful exit to her, slapping a deadly ice attack away with a fist, wincing slightly upon contact whilst the rest of their ragtag team tried not to get caught either.

"Wait, but--!" Akkey's heart thudded wildly in her chest, alternating her wide eyes between Tezz above them and the disfigured body below him, the unfortunate soldier's final cry that cut short still ringing in her ears. No no no, this has to be that old feral thing, there's gotta be a way to fix this... She shook her head, "He heard me, I swear! He's in there somewhere! I might be able to get him to listen if--" her eyes followed the billowing darkness from beneath him up to the crown of his head. Why does it always have to be shadows...

She clutched someone's shoulder, uncertain as their party slowly began to break apart the other way, "That thing on his head, it must have something to do with all those voices and why he's acting like this," Akkey took a careful step towards Tezz again, "I need to get it off him."

Tezzeret remained floating several inches off of the ground. Minute twitches danced along his arms, cascading through the rest of his body. Inside his mind a battle raged, glimmers of hope and his old home brought a new energy to a man locked inside his own mind. The water in the room began to shudder and dance along the ground as the struggle intensified "~rrrraaa̸̢̬͋ą̴̡̗̈h̶͕̓͝ḩ̶̰̅ḧ̵̫̭́͂h̸̬͓͌̅h̸̲̾H̵͉̆͘H̵͈̜͊̌́Ḥ̵̢͋̊̽H̴̭̜͠!!!" Tezz let loose a guttural roar and he fell into a crouch, his fists clenched. The hand made of ice began to lose form, melting and disfiguring.

He shakily lifted his head looking at the crowd before allowing his gaze to fall on Akkey. Tezz's voice came through, soft but lucid, "Akkey, are they safe, are they alive?" A shudder washed over him and his composure nearly fell. He croaked out three names. "Clover, Treepelt, Melira."

Forward Plunge III

[previously]

"I'd catch you falling from any tr- C̢͕̹͉̣̠̠̩A̵̠̳̜̗̪L̖̠̹Ḽ͎̺I̱͙̭̝͈̤̝NG͓̮̹̮͙̰̙." The shadows flared from beneath the eldritch crown placed on Tezz's head. The water in the room lifted into the air like the gravity of the world had stopped effecting it.

"E̙̰̘̼̪̘͠C̠͎̥̫͍͕͖H̯͘O̮̟͇͚̝̩I̻͜N̪̙͚G̰̩." The hovering water shaped itself into thousands of needles, solidifying and surrounding the party. The black, acrid smoke poured over Tezz and fell to the floor. He began hovering several inches off the ground, his arms outstretched to his sides he made a wide sweeping motion with his arms before snapping them forward. The needles of ice followed suit, descending into the group before him.

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Forward Plunge II

[previously on dragonball z]

"C͞a̢ll̢i͢n̨g͘.͘ ̷Echoin̴g͠. Ca̛l̶l̸in̛g̸.͠..̴" A disheveled human form stepped into the room through the only visible connecting doorway, a polished steel door slammed and latched shut behind him. "Ec͟h̕oi͡ng̶...̀" his voice raspy with the wear of hundreds of waking hours of use. Adorned with a ragged, stained gown, a series of tubes ran up his arms and connected to a mechanical crown and ran back down his spine through the gown. Shadows coalesced, dripping like heavy smoke from beneath the crown and masked his eyes, which glowed with a soft grey light. His left hand was made entirely of ice, with inhumanely long, dagger-like fingers.

He stumbled further into the room and looked as though he was carrying a heavy weight with him at all times. His croaking voice came through once more, reverberating off of the sterile marble surrounding. "It̷'s blue l̸i̡g͝ht ̵o͜ver ͝mur͡d́e̛r̵.͞.."

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"I... heard it was soon after Ragnarok. What happened?"

"I think he took a blow meant for someone else. And--he never came back."

***

"Guards. Up." An immediate, savage hiss to the others before Akkey zipped past them in a blur and splash of water to plant herself like a coiled spring between their party and the newcomer. Her mind whirled in too many directions. Liam and the others' separation raised her alarm by several degrees, but she was forced to push that aside and attend to the immediate situation. She gazed hard at the exhausted figure with his frightening, almost alien appearance. Libulan and the rest readied themselves as commanded, watching uneasily as they would an incoming, strange threat, but she remained solid and unmoving, like she had already steeled herself far earlier than the rest.

"Savarthan," her tone was dripping with forceful stress that grew by the passing second, "If you could keep with the goddamn group and not touch things on your own." Her hand splayed out straight behind her, no longer tinged in black just as the dark in her eyes melted away. Her fingers trembled noticeably, beginning to shiver from the initial lack of temperature regulation and the fruitless efforts of manipulating the puddles into portals beneath their feet. Moon blessed gems slowly lost their sheen, laying dull and lightless in their respective gears. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck--

It may have been years, decades since she saw him last, as he approached them, but even in his unfamiliar disposition, Akkey wouldn't forget another water user, especially not one who stood with her and her father in the early Rebellion. She was the only one who would know.

There was a slight tremor in her voice, "Tezz..."

Tezz cocked his head to the side, Akkey's familiar voice lapped against the walls of his conscience. He shook his head, mechanical pieces groaning in the crown as he tried to shake off the now alien feeling of familiarity, home. A nearly unintelligible cacophony of voices rang out in response after he steadied himself again. "(He/we/I/they) (are/is/will/have) not(be/never) here, T̷͙̥̠̫̜e̛̻̤̱z̥z̩̩͎e̛̬r̝͇͖̦̯̞͟e͏̩̻t̵̗̪, (we/I/he) (buried/destroyed/drowned/suffocated) (him/them/us) in the d̛̤̮͓̘e̮e̞p̱̘."

Tezzeret clenched his fist, the ice cracking and reforming under the strain. The voices fell away before his original croaking, cracked voice echoed out once more. "Wash away the blood on my hands." He began his stumbling march closer to the party once more.

Sav rolled his eyes as he pulled the lava back. As the door slid open and the figure appeared he fell into a defensive stance. He listened to the exchange between the two and spoke up. "Hey Akkey, I don't know if you know this... Guy, or not but I'm getting some bad vibes off of this guy. Like off the damn charts bad." He said as he formed his lava into a thin disc.

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“Tezz! You’re Tezz, right? What happened to you?” she eyed him with distress, taking a careful step towards him, but the eerie vocal chorus drowned them out as he continued his purposeful approach.

“I don’t think he’s going to listen, Chief! Get back!” The scrape of metal rang out as one of their accompanying guards unsheathed his sword.

“Wait, no-!” Akkey yelled out as he charged past her. Habit called up a portal to transport him behind her again, but the water vibrated uselessly as he sprinted towards what he feared was a threat to their team, swinging the weapon in calculated arcs to scare him away.

“Stop right there!”

Tezz's eyes flashed to the approaching guard and in an instant his mouth was filled with water being pulled from the surrounding air. Tezz clenched his fist and the water froze solid, expanding, shattering the guards jaw before exploding into his skull.

"P͂̓e̡a͗ͣ͌ç̍̽̋̈ͬeͬ̒ͩ comes ŗ̳̠a̯͈̥̫̟̫į̪̝̥̝n̴̲ing down like d̰̞͙͓̹̳͇e̻͔͓̫̳ạ̙̺̯d̢̩͓y hail." Tezz looked pointedly at Akkey as he spoke. "She dug me out from the deep corners of the mind of the one who shares our body."

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Forward Plunge II

[previously on dragonball z]

"C͞a̢ll̢i͢n̨g͘.͘ ̷Echoin̴g͠. Ca̛l̶l̸in̛g̸.͠..̴" A disheveled human form stepped into the room through the only visible connecting doorway, a polished steel door slammed and latched shut behind him. "Ec͟h̕oi͡ng̶...̀" his voice raspy with the wear of hundreds of waking hours of use. Adorned with a ragged, stained gown, a series of tubes ran up his arms and connected to a mechanical crown and ran back down his spine through the gown. Shadows coalesced, dripping like heavy smoke from beneath the crown and masked his eyes, which glowed with a soft grey light. His left hand was made entirely of ice, with inhumanely long, dagger-like fingers.

He stumbled further into the room and looked as though he was carrying a heavy weight with him at all times. His croaking voice came through once more, reverberating off of the sterile marble surrounding. "It̷'s blue l̸i̡g͝ht ̵o͜ver ͝mur͡d́e̛r̵.͞.."

akkeyagentofhelheim

"I... heard it was soon after Ragnarok. What happened?"

"I think he took a blow meant for someone else. And--he never came back."

***

"Guards. Up." An immediate, savage hiss to the others before Akkey zipped past them in a blur and splash of water to plant herself like a coiled spring between their party and the newcomer. Her mind whirled in too many directions. Liam and the others' separation raised her alarm by several degrees, but she was forced to push that aside and attend to the immediate situation. She gazed hard at the exhausted figure with his frightening, almost alien appearance. Libulan and the rest readied themselves as commanded, watching uneasily as they would an incoming, strange threat, but she remained solid and unmoving, like she had already steeled herself far earlier than the rest.

"Savarthan," her tone was dripping with forceful stress that grew by the passing second, "If you could keep with the goddamn group and not touch things on your own." Her hand splayed out straight behind her, no longer tinged in black just as the dark in her eyes melted away. Her fingers trembled noticeably, beginning to shiver from the initial lack of temperature regulation and the fruitless efforts of manipulating the puddles into portals beneath their feet. Moon blessed gems slowly lost their sheen, laying dull and lightless in their respective gears. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck--

It may have been years, decades since she saw him last, as he approached them, but even in his unfamiliar disposition, Akkey wouldn't forget another water user, especially not one who stood with her and her father in the early Rebellion. She was the only one who would know.

There was a slight tremor in her voice, "Tezz..."

Tezz cocked his head to the side, Akkey's familiar voice lapped against the walls of his conscience. He shook his head, mechanical pieces groaning in the crown as he tried to shake off the now alien feeling of familiarity, home. A nearly unintelligible cacophony of voices rang out in response after he steadied himself again. "(He/we/I/they) (are/is/will/have) not(be/never) here, T̷͙̥̠̫̜e̛̻̤̱z̥z̩̩͎e̛̬r̝͇͖̦̯̞͟e͏̩̻t̵̗̪, (we/I/he) (buried/destroyed/drowned/suffocated) (him/them/us) in the d̛̤̮͓̘e̮e̞p̱̘."

Tezzeret clenched his fist, the ice cracking and reforming under the strain. The voices fell away before his original croaking, cracked voice echoed out once more. "Wash away the blood on my hands." He began his stumbling march closer to the party once more.

#wee woo wee woo

Forward Plunge II

[previously on dragonball z]

"C͞a̢ll̢i͢n̨g͘.͘ ̷Echoin̴g͠. Ca̛l̶l̸in̛g̸.͠..̴" A disheveled human form stepped into the room through the only visible connecting doorway, a polished steel door slammed and latched shut behind him. "Ec͟h̕oi͡ng̶...̀" his voice raspy with the wear of hundreds of waking hours of use. Adorned with a ragged, stained gown, a series of tubes ran up his arms and connected to a mechanical crown and ran back down his spine through the gown. Shadows coalesced, dripping like heavy smoke from beneath the crown and masked his eyes, which glowed with a soft grey light. His left hand was made entirely of ice, with inhumanely long, dagger-like fingers.

He stumbled further into the room and looked as though he was carrying a heavy weight with him at all times. His croaking voice came through once more, reverberating off of the sterile marble surrounding. "It̷'s blue l̸i̡g͝ht ̵o͜ver ͝mur͡d́e̛r̵.͞.."

#Tezz blogs #botgd #botgd 2 #forward team

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get to know me meme ★ 9/10 current celebrities crushes ❥ jake gyllenhaal

Chris Cooper once told me to never have any regrets. After Chris said that to me, I walk into every scene thinking, ‘exhaust every possibility.’ Once you get to a certain place, it’s like you just deliver everything you’ve got. Don’t have any regrets. It pops up in my mind over and over and over again.

demon-in-the-dungeon

Lineage [pt 2]

[x]

The demon relaxed its stance, nudging the woman’s hand, and a deep hum permeated the air. Rw i’ch vg’eq aeh…Nyctyph, iur ny’d. Aeh…py’w ynbr. My brother Nyctyph watches me, he went away. I miss him. He made a dejected sound, slowly plopping down on his bottom with his tail sticking out between his legs. His mind spread outwards, nudging against various other consciousnesses, looking for the familiar colors of his brother’s essence. The people watched fearfully from the fringes of the village, still expecting Zol to be gobbled up by the monster.

She shook her head, clearing the nostalgia. “Hrlj l nb ilmg’sr zeg rna..”[Then we will search for him.]

She gave him a faint smile and beckoned for her landwyrm.

I can make a good guess where Nyctyph was heading.

Lineage pt. 1

“Nyarlathotep blast it.” Zol uttered a curse upon her carriage the world hadn’t heard for a few thousand years. The axle of her carriage had sheared in half on the road as she was in pursuit of her quarry. A member of the family she was chasing was growing closer with each town she passed through, the memory of them fresher in each town and village.

But this could put her days behind, and she couldn’t leave her provisions behind. There was a wealth of oddities and treasures tucked away that would be scavenged the moment she left. All she could do was await the arrival of more travelers.

demon-in-the-dungeon

The thundering of hooves drew her attention up ahead, and a faint cloud of dust marked two horses sprinting down the road towards her. The two panicked men widened their eyes and pulled up with difficulty, their steeds’ eyes rolling as they sidestepped nervously. “You should watch out, miss!” one of them cried. “Turn around! There’s a great beast attacking the town up ahead! We barely escaped with our lives!”

“A vicious devil if I ever saw one!” his companion agreed in between his heavy panting. “Leave with your breath in your body while you still have it!” And with that, the two sped off again to retrieve backup and warn any more incoming travelers.

Well at least a town is nearby.

She dug through her caravan, retrieving a pack filled with supplies and a small sheathed blade. Taking one last glance around Zol decided to leave the rest.

I at least have the luxury of time to track it back down again. If it goes missing.

She muttered a spell under her breath as she closed the door behind her, hoping it would at least deter any would be thieves. She took the yolk off of her landwyrm, before mounting it and heading off in the direction the two men came from.

demon-in-the-dungeon

The village was not far off, and from a distance one could hear the screams of civilians and a see few lines of smoke from overturned forges and campfires. The ground quaked occasionally now and again, rather like someone quite large was hitting it with an enormous hammer. A good number of the townsfolk were hovering nervously on the outskirts, discussing rapidly among themselves what there was to be done. There was a particularly enormous crash and across the main Street, a blurry circular form raced by, making the bystanders cringe and duck.

If I’m right…

Zole dismounted from her landwyrm and began walking closer to the source of the conundrum.

…Then the saying “the apple does not fall far from the tree,” really applies here.

She quietly mused to herself as she sidestepped debris flying by every so often.

demon-in-the-dungeon

The people watched her with wide eyes as she walked casually to the center of town, where the most damage was being done. The main hall was in shattered ruins, timbers strewn across the cracked flagstones, and parchment fluttered across the ground in charred strips. There was a deep, bellowing warble and from Zol’s left thundered the same rolling monster, nearly fifteen feet high and covered in thick, dusty scales. It barely missed the woman and slammed into the building to her right, smashing the wall in a cloud of dust and flying shrapnel.

The form thrashed and flailed for a moment and finally got to its feet, which were huge and flat, and lifted it’s skeletal head. Its entire body was stout and thick and churning with muscle; it was little more than a round reptilian body on two huge legs and an enormous, flat tail that crushed tables and counters with a few agitated smacks. The bone-covered head swing back and forth, snuffling and growling. It sensed something, something more than the tiny human in front of it. It began to walk forward slowly, a deep, garbled language rumbling from its throat.

“Fl ihn’b ihgmj’vlg… al nb f’gnjv je rmga he oep…” [Be still child, I won’t hurt you]

Zol strode forward, outstretching her hand and stopping a few meters in front of the beast.

“rmh m’gl oep denjv, ro m’gl oep rl’gl?” [What’s are you doing here? Why are you destroying this place?]

demon-in-the-dungeon

The beast paused, ears shooting upright in recognition of the daemon tongue. The tiny lights of white pupils flickered inside his eyes and he bent down and turned his head to inspect Zol, alert and curious. Ni gh’d…kw'q…oeg, he rumbled in a slow, gravelly voice. They are fun to chase.

“Hrlo m’gljh zeg s’rmw’njv, mo srnb’d... Oep an’vrh vlh rp’gh nz clw hr’ni pw...” [They aren’t for chasing, little one... You might get hurt if you keep this up.]

Zol reached forward even more and ran a hand along the skull. Her voice caught in her throat as a faint trickling of familiarity ran through her. Her irises flashed purple.

#why do i do this

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Lineage pt. 1

“Nyarlathotep blast it.” Zol uttered a curse upon her carriage the world hadn’t heard for a few thousand years. The axle of her carriage had sheared in half on the road as she was in pursuit of her quarry. A member of the family she was chasing was growing closer with each town she passed through, the memory of them fresher in each town and village.

But this could put her days behind, and she couldn’t leave her provisions behind. There was a wealth of oddities and treasures tucked away that would be scavenged the moment she left. All she could do was await the arrival of more travelers.

demon-in-the-dungeon

The thundering of hooves drew her attention up ahead, and a faint cloud of dust marked two horses sprinting down the road towards her. The two panicked men widened their eyes and pulled up with difficulty, their steeds’ eyes rolling as they sidestepped nervously. “You should watch out, miss!” one of them cried. “Turn around! There’s a great beast attacking the town up ahead! We barely escaped with our lives!”

“A vicious devil if I ever saw one!” his companion agreed in between his heavy panting. “Leave with your breath in your body while you still have it!” And with that, the two sped off again to retrieve backup and warn any more incoming travelers.

Well at least a town is nearby.

She dug through her caravan, retrieving a pack filled with supplies and a small sheathed blade. Taking one last glance around Zol decided to leave the rest.

I at least have the luxury of time to track it back down again. If it goes missing.

She muttered a spell under her breath as she closed the door behind her, hoping it would at least deter any would be thieves. She took the yolk off of her landwyrm, before mounting it and heading off in the direction the two men came from.

demon-in-the-dungeon

The village was not far off, and from a distance one could hear the screams of civilians and a see few lines of smoke from overturned forges and campfires. The ground quaked occasionally now and again, rather like someone quite large was hitting it with an enormous hammer. A good number of the townsfolk were hovering nervously on the outskirts, discussing rapidly among themselves what there was to be done. There was a particularly enormous crash and across the main Street, a blurry circular form raced by, making the bystanders cringe and duck.

If I’m right…

Zole dismounted from her landwyrm and began walking closer to the source of the conundrum.

…Then the saying “the apple does not fall far from the tree,” really applies here.

She quietly mused to herself as she sidestepped debris flying by every so often.

demon-in-the-dungeon

The people watched her with wide eyes as she walked casually to the center of town, where the most damage was being done. The main hall was in shattered ruins, timbers strewn across the cracked flagstones, and parchment fluttered across the ground in charred strips. There was a deep, bellowing warble and from Zol’s left thundered the same rolling monster, nearly fifteen feet high and covered in thick, dusty scales. It barely missed the woman and slammed into the building to her right, smashing the wall in a cloud of dust and flying shrapnel.

The form thrashed and flailed for a moment and finally got to its feet, which were huge and flat, and lifted it’s skeletal head. Its entire body was stout and thick and churning with muscle; it was little more than a round reptilian body on two huge legs and an enormous, flat tail that crushed tables and counters with a few agitated smacks. The bone-covered head swing back and forth, snuffling and growling. It sensed something, something more than the tiny human in front of it. It began to walk forward slowly, a deep, garbled language rumbling from its throat.

“Fl ihn’b ihgmj’vlg... al nb f’gnjv je rmga he oep...” [Be still child, I won’t hurt you]

Zol strode forward, outstretching her hand and stopping a few meters in front of the beast.

“rmh m’gl oep denjv, ro m’gl oep rl’gl?” [What’s are you doing here? Why are you destroying this place?]

#did nala teach them her tongue?#otherwise she's speaking to deaf ears

Lineage pt. 1

“Nyarlathotep blast it.” Zol uttered a curse upon her carriage the world hadn’t heard for a few thousand years. The axle of her carriage had sheared in half on the road as she was in pursuit of her quarry. A member of the family she was chasing was growing closer with each town she passed through, the memory of them fresher in each town and village.

But this could put her days behind, and she couldn’t leave her provisions behind. There was a wealth of oddities and treasures tucked away that would be scavenged the moment she left. All she could do was await the arrival of more travelers.

demon-in-the-dungeon

The thundering of hooves drew her attention up ahead, and a faint cloud of dust marked two horses sprinting down the road towards her. The two panicked men widened their eyes and pulled up with difficulty, their steeds’ eyes rolling as they sidestepped nervously. “You should watch out, miss!” one of them cried. “Turn around! There’s a great beast attacking the town up ahead! We barely escaped with our lives!”

“A vicious devil if I ever saw one!” his companion agreed in between his heavy panting. “Leave with your breath in your body while you still have it!” And with that, the two sped off again to retrieve backup and warn any more incoming travelers.

Well at least a town is nearby.

She dug through her caravan, retrieving a pack filled with supplies and a small sheathed blade. Taking one last glance around Zol decided to leave the rest.

I at least have the luxury of time to track it back down again. If it goes missing.

She muttered a spell under her breath as she closed the door behind her, hoping it would at least deter any would be thieves. She took the yolk off of her landwyrm, before mounting it and heading off in the direction the two men came from.

demon-in-the-dungeon

The village was not far off, and from a distance one could hear the screams of civilians and a see few lines of smoke from overturned forges and campfires. The ground quaked occasionally now and again, rather like someone quite large was hitting it with an enormous hammer. A good number of the townsfolk were hovering nervously on the outskirts, discussing rapidly among themselves what there was to be done. There was a particularly enormous crash and across the main Street, a blurry circular form raced by, making the bystanders cringe and duck.

If I’m right...

Zole dismounted from her landwyrm and began walking closer to the source of the conundrum.

...Then the saying “the apple does not fall far from the tree,” really applies here.

She quietly mused to herself as she sidestepped debris flying by every so often.

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