>>6297401
You are the demontained goblinoid occultist self-styled ‘Carazzi Yosef’. You made a deal with the Emporium’s master, for alchemical medicine which could help transform you into a better class of being, worthy of the noble name you’ve recently reclaimed.
And you are also her nilbog soul-sister, Zith-Zi, the sword-swinging leader of the Monstrous Regiment. Ever since your other half was removed in a ritual to purify and prettify you, you have been looking out for CZ’s best interests however you can.
Originally, the two of you had intended to capture and turn over the legendary shapeshifting hundun in exchange for the potent pills which would awaken and empower Carazzi’s potential. Fortunately or unfortunately, those plans fell through: the hundun, styling itself ‘The Naked Emperor’ of the northeastern steppe, proved strangely charismatic despite being a mentally-unstable blob capable of producing random organs and extremities…
(…or maybe BECAUSE of that, depending who you ask…)
...And thus you had decided to steal the power of Ziwei Bo instead. You pretended to proffer The Naked Emperor, only to spring an ambush that swiftly incapacitated the lich, and cowed his subordinates. In his deepest and most secret sanctum, though, a vampiric watchman and a magically-tapped doorway delayed your triumph and weakened your warriors. By the time you bypassed these threats, and Carazzi chugged the still-liquid potion in a fit of demonic hedonism, the undying alchemist had arisen anew.
You bested him… But at no small cost.
The Naked Emperor lost one of his loyal gyrfalcon fairy followers, an ageless ally of old named Nasir.
And you… You lost your apprentice. His name was Xoldur, of the Steelwood’s Wolfpack Horde. He was a young half-orc whom you had taken under your wing as a sword-student, and with whom you had begun to forge a bond of mutual respect.
Until Ziwei Bo drained the life from his body, then ripped his beating heart from his still-living chest.
…
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>>6294260
A part of you know—KNOWS—the answer. Your meditative mindset and inward reflections have brought you to this realization with such clarity as to shock you awake. You can be free of this feeling in an instant. By letting a PART of you fall away, you can save the whole. More than that, you can GROW. You can take another step, not just through the door into Ziwei Bo’s sorcerous sanctum, but towards the you that you want to be: the Pure Self, the Void vessel, the Carazzi Yosef who sheds her broken and twisted nature and becomes something BETTER…
If you let go of your bonds.
The thought of it makes you sick—almost sick enough to dispense of the sandwich you just ingested, though since you’ve already begun the (as Veigar or The Other Tips would put it) alchemical-spiritual metabolization it wouldn’t do any good. No, there is only way to guarantee your safety, your success, and your ultimate progress towards the objective which has brought you to the Far East and to this very precipice.
You have to forget… you. You have to let go of your sister—of Zith-Zi. You don’t need to forget her entirely… Just forget what it was like to BE her, to INHABIT that identity. You’d still be a member of the Monstrous Regiment, still a close companion…
But you wouldn’t be her soul-sister anymore.
“Nnn.. No.”
“CZ?!” You hear ZZ’s frantic voice from behind you, as if from a great distance, echoing across a great expanse. “We have ta go get her. Hundun… Aylla… uh… Fuck it, I’ll do it myself!”
“NO!” you roar.
Zith-Zi goes quiet. You can’t see her reaction, but you weren’t really talking to her anyway, even if you hope she stays back for now—stays safe. Really, though, you were talking to yourself. You were shouting down that part of yourself that would forsake those ties, that history… That would seek to move forward at the cost of your past, and the single source of love that you have always, and WILL always, be able to rely on.
“Never,” you hiss through clenched teeth, spittle beginning to drip down your chin as it contorts, snaggle-teeth splitting your lips in their surging and directionless growth. “NEVER!”
You hear Zith-Zi call your name again, but you can’t focus anymore—not to speak Common, or even Goblang, and not to reassure her or the others. You need every crumb of concentration you can to fight off the oncoming surge of urge—of <WANT>…
Carazzi Yosef’s WANT: 16
…But at least you have something you can cling to, to see you through.
Sisterly Bond bonus increased to 9! DC to resist frenzy: 5.
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>>6294260
A part of you know—KNOWS—the answer. Your meditative mindset and inward reflections have brought you to this realization with such clarity as to shock you awake. You can be free of this feeling in an instant. By letting a PART of you fall away, you can save the whole. More than that, you can GROW. You can take another step, not just through the door into Ziwei Bo’s sorcerous sanctum, but towards the you that you want to be: the Pure Self, the Void vessel, the Carazzi Yosef who sheds her broken and twisted nature and becomes something BETTER…
If you let go of your bonds.
The thought of it makes you sick—almost sick enough to dispense of the sandwich you just ingested, though since you’ve already begun the (as Veigar or The Other Tips would put it) alchemical-spiritual metabolization it wouldn’t do any good. No, there is only way to guarantee your safety, your success, and your ultimate progress towards the objective which has brought you to the Far East and to this very precipice.
You have to forget… you. You have to let go of your sister—of Zith-Zi. You don’t need to forget her entirely… Just forget what it was like to BE her, to INHABIT that identity. You’d still be a member of the Monstrous Regiment, still a close companion…
But you wouldn’t be her soul-sister anymore.
“Nnn.. No.”
“CZ?!” You hear ZZ’s frantic voice from behind you, as if from a great distance, echoing across a great expanse. “We have ta go get her. Hundun… Aylla… uh… Fuck it, I’ll do it myself!”
“NO!” you roar.
Zith-Zi goes quiet. You can’t see her reaction, but you weren’t really talking to her anyway, even if you hope she stays back for now—stays safe. Really, though, you were talking to yourself. You were shouting down that part of yourself that would forsake those ties, that history… That would seek to move forward at the cost of your past, and the single source of love that you have always, and WILL always, be able to rely on.
“Never,” you hiss through clenched teeth, spittle beginning to drip down your chin as it contorts, snaggle-teeth splitting your lips in their surging and directionless growth. “NEVER!”
You hear Zith-Zi call your name again, but you can’t focus anymore—not to speak Common, or even Goblang, and not to reassure her or the others. You need every crumb of concentration you can to fight off the oncoming surge of urge—of <WANT>…
Carazzi Yosef’s WANT: 16
…But at least you have something you can cling to, to see you through.
Sisterly Bond bonus increased to 9! DC to resist frenzy: 5.
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