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6/21/2025, 4:46:07 AM
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>“Fine, I’ll bring someone along. But I’m not having a guy riding behind me. Nadia, you come along. If I bash Elric’s head in too hard, at least you can put him back together.”
“As you wish, Lord Tristain.” Nadia nods her understanding, though you happen to notice that she is a bit shaky, glancing at Fionn nervously. She catches you staring at her, and laughs uncomfortably. “S-sorry. I don’t care much for heights…”
“Thank you, Tristain.” Cuthbert says. Though the veteran offers you his gratitude, you can tell that he still is ill at ease knowing that Elric is out there. “Do whatever you can.”
After strapping into your armor, you mount Fionn, offering Nadia a hand to join you on his back. The sorceress clutches onto you tight enough that you can feel her grasp through your breastplate. As soon as Fionn begins to move, Nadia lets out an involuntary whimper and tightens her arms around you. That same whimpering turns into a scream once Fionn takes to the skies and begins to fly in the direction of Morfis. You’d gone from enjoying a nice early morning dip to having a woman screaming in your ear, all to hunt down a runaway pipsqueak. Needless to say, you were not in a good mood.
The three of you fly over the dunes, looking for any trace of Elric below you. No matter which way you look though, you see nothing but sand. It was possible Elric had already made quite the considerable distance. While Fionn was covering good ground, he was simply not used to having two bodies flying atop him, and he was not travelling as fast as he could otherwise.
“DO YOU SEE HIM?!” Nadia screams in your ear. You’ve noticed that she herself has not bothered looking, instead keeping her eyes closed the entire time as she clings to your cloak.
Just as your patience begins wearing thin, you hear a familiar voice, sounding as if it were coming from someone right next to you.
“Greetings, son of the Goddess. How are you faring in this twisted land?”
>“Marek!”
“WHAT?” Nadia asks, refusing to open her eyes. “WHO IS THAT?”
>“You’re doing the creepy voice thing again? I don’t really have time for this. I’m in the middle of something. If you want to bother me with more inane bullshit, I’m going to have to ask you to do this another time.”
“Are you seeking your friend?” Marek’s voice echoes in your mind. “Don’t waste the effort. I’ve already helped spirit him on his way to Morfis with my magic. He should be arriving any moment now.”
>“What? Why would you do that?!”
“That boy is the plaything of an incredibly powerful and vengeful desert spirit. One that seeks the utter destruction of the Agarthans and their lineage. Having a fiend such as that running rampant through that accursed city can only be a good thing.”
>“A vengeful spirit? So that sword is cursed after all?”
>“Fine, I’ll bring someone along. But I’m not having a guy riding behind me. Nadia, you come along. If I bash Elric’s head in too hard, at least you can put him back together.”
“As you wish, Lord Tristain.” Nadia nods her understanding, though you happen to notice that she is a bit shaky, glancing at Fionn nervously. She catches you staring at her, and laughs uncomfortably. “S-sorry. I don’t care much for heights…”
“Thank you, Tristain.” Cuthbert says. Though the veteran offers you his gratitude, you can tell that he still is ill at ease knowing that Elric is out there. “Do whatever you can.”
After strapping into your armor, you mount Fionn, offering Nadia a hand to join you on his back. The sorceress clutches onto you tight enough that you can feel her grasp through your breastplate. As soon as Fionn begins to move, Nadia lets out an involuntary whimper and tightens her arms around you. That same whimpering turns into a scream once Fionn takes to the skies and begins to fly in the direction of Morfis. You’d gone from enjoying a nice early morning dip to having a woman screaming in your ear, all to hunt down a runaway pipsqueak. Needless to say, you were not in a good mood.
The three of you fly over the dunes, looking for any trace of Elric below you. No matter which way you look though, you see nothing but sand. It was possible Elric had already made quite the considerable distance. While Fionn was covering good ground, he was simply not used to having two bodies flying atop him, and he was not travelling as fast as he could otherwise.
“DO YOU SEE HIM?!” Nadia screams in your ear. You’ve noticed that she herself has not bothered looking, instead keeping her eyes closed the entire time as she clings to your cloak.
Just as your patience begins wearing thin, you hear a familiar voice, sounding as if it were coming from someone right next to you.
“Greetings, son of the Goddess. How are you faring in this twisted land?”
>“Marek!”
“WHAT?” Nadia asks, refusing to open her eyes. “WHO IS THAT?”
>“You’re doing the creepy voice thing again? I don’t really have time for this. I’m in the middle of something. If you want to bother me with more inane bullshit, I’m going to have to ask you to do this another time.”
“Are you seeking your friend?” Marek’s voice echoes in your mind. “Don’t waste the effort. I’ve already helped spirit him on his way to Morfis with my magic. He should be arriving any moment now.”
>“What? Why would you do that?!”
“That boy is the plaything of an incredibly powerful and vengeful desert spirit. One that seeks the utter destruction of the Agarthans and their lineage. Having a fiend such as that running rampant through that accursed city can only be a good thing.”
>“A vengeful spirit? So that sword is cursed after all?”
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