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Safis
...
-- Where am I? Who am I? -- A man, at the peak of his life, looks up, as if hoping that the stone mass will answer him. Something, or someone very important, is hidden from him behind the solid vault of this world, and he is sure that his fate, his purpose, and his home are all up there. He doesn't remember, doesn't see, doesn't hear, but he believes with such conviction that he knows it for sure.
-- Well, never mind. Let's go see what this hole is.
-- I swear by my beard, they're all the same!
That's what's wrong with the locals! His brethren are either ugly, or beautiful, or strong, or weak; they invent organizations for themselves, but the inhabitants of the underworld are all alike, like the stones that surround them. This is a place of the dead. Nothing happens here, and even some don't die properly... Which means they don't really live either. Somewhere, things must be different.
-- Hey, you up there... Thanks for being alive. Here.
...
It's good to be alive when you're more charming than winged demons and smarter than ebony elves. It's good to be alive when you don't have to worry about food and shelter. It's good to be alive even in a place of death. You can always think of something, do something, talk to someone -- and living blood will flow, warming strong muscles, the mind will be invigorated by a multitude of ideas, the eyes will see and the ears will hear, perceiving the strange, the new, seeking the greater and the mysterious -- if not within Ikazkan, then beyond.
-- Imagination, brother! I feel like I'm living hundreds of millions of lives at once, can you imagine?
-- ...
-- You have to be human, you see? The world gives you a lump, and you shape it, right? And whoever sits on the lump is dead matter, right?
-- ...
-- Look, you see a book, and there's a fig inside. You turn the page, you turn it upside down -- and it's okay. So, they put us upside down, and now we'll turn ourselves around, we'll turn the page of history -- it will be okay if we do things right.
-- ...
-- You're boring. Dead matter. I'm going to look for something alive. Man to man, right?
...
-- Old woman, old man, cast your spells, three of you... Ho-ho! I really can. I can do anything. Man can do anything. It's all here, in my head. I think things come to me from above, invisible things. From above. Like, you can't see sounds, can you? But they exist. And here, you can't see or hear them. But they are there.
...
-- Wise being, in your mind containing all kinds of thoughts and existence, knowing the future as well as the past -- glory to you, granting reason greater than that which people with black skin, spear-shaped ears, and black thoughts in the darkness have!
Mighty being, with your hand crushing rocks, glory to you, endowing people with physical power, giving strength to compete with horned, fierce, monstrous giants!
All-pervading being, everywhere extended, reaching everything, yourself unattainable, glory to you, endowing man with dexterity to no lesser extent than pale creatures scurrying in pits!
Immortal being, primordial, more steadfast than a rock, glory to you, granting me steadfastness in the face of every threat for worthy deeds.
Swift and tireless being, knowing no obstacles, mastering time, glory to you, giving speed and formidable skill, so as not to yield to beast-like, swift, and fierce creatures.
Mysterious being, weaving the fabric of the universe, mastering fate, glory to you, giving a living soul, giving strength to words, before the word of a winged, immortal demon, throwing into confusion...
-- Can you hear me?
The otherworld is silent. As always, but no one has ever gone bankrupt from praying. Someone needs to be grateful to, something needs to be strived for upwards -- otherwise, it won't be long before you turn into a Sorda, and from there, it's not far to a friendly lizard.
-- Well, never mind. When you've won a match against heredity, you can just chat with a mirror and already feel better. I should probably do something.
...
-- Where am I? Who am I? -- A man, at the peak of his life, looks up, as if hoping that the stone mass will answer him. Something, or someone very important, is hidden from him behind the solid vault of this world, and he is sure that his fate, his purpose, and his home are all up there. He doesn't remember, doesn't see, doesn't hear, but he believes with such conviction that he knows it for sure.
-- Well, never mind. Let's go see what this hole is.
-- I swear by my beard, they're all the same!
That's what's wrong with the locals! His brethren are either ugly, or beautiful, or strong, or weak; they invent organizations for themselves, but the inhabitants of the underworld are all alike, like the stones that surround them. This is a place of the dead. Nothing happens here, and even some don't die properly... Which means they don't really live either. Somewhere, things must be different.
-- Hey, you up there... Thanks for being alive. Here.
...
It's good to be alive when you're more charming than winged demons and smarter than ebony elves. It's good to be alive when you don't have to worry about food and shelter. It's good to be alive even in a place of death. You can always think of something, do something, talk to someone -- and living blood will flow, warming strong muscles, the mind will be invigorated by a multitude of ideas, the eyes will see and the ears will hear, perceiving the strange, the new, seeking the greater and the mysterious -- if not within Ikazkan, then beyond.
-- Imagination, brother! I feel like I'm living hundreds of millions of lives at once, can you imagine?
-- ...
-- You have to be human, you see? The world gives you a lump, and you shape it, right? And whoever sits on the lump is dead matter, right?
-- ...
-- Look, you see a book, and there's a fig inside. You turn the page, you turn it upside down -- and it's okay. So, they put us upside down, and now we'll turn ourselves around, we'll turn the page of history -- it will be okay if we do things right.
-- ...
-- You're boring. Dead matter. I'm going to look for something alive. Man to man, right?
...
-- Old woman, old man, cast your spells, three of you... Ho-ho! I really can. I can do anything. Man can do anything. It's all here, in my head. I think things come to me from above, invisible things. From above. Like, you can't see sounds, can you? But they exist. And here, you can't see or hear them. But they are there.
...
-- Wise being, in your mind containing all kinds of thoughts and existence, knowing the future as well as the past -- glory to you, granting reason greater than that which people with black skin, spear-shaped ears, and black thoughts in the darkness have!
Mighty being, with your hand crushing rocks, glory to you, endowing people with physical power, giving strength to compete with horned, fierce, monstrous giants!
All-pervading being, everywhere extended, reaching everything, yourself unattainable, glory to you, endowing man with dexterity to no lesser extent than pale creatures scurrying in pits!
Immortal being, primordial, more steadfast than a rock, glory to you, granting me steadfastness in the face of every threat for worthy deeds.
Swift and tireless being, knowing no obstacles, mastering time, glory to you, giving speed and formidable skill, so as not to yield to beast-like, swift, and fierce creatures.
Mysterious being, weaving the fabric of the universe, mastering fate, glory to you, giving a living soul, giving strength to words, before the word of a winged, immortal demon, throwing into confusion...
-- Can you hear me?
The otherworld is silent. As always, but no one has ever gone bankrupt from praying. Someone needs to be grateful to, something needs to be strived for upwards -- otherwise, it won't be long before you turn into a Sorda, and from there, it's not far to a friendly lizard.
-- Well, never mind. When you've won a match against heredity, you can just chat with a mirror and already feel better. I should probably do something.
Characteristics
Mind: 10+3+7
Body: 10+5+1
Perception: 10+1+4
Resilience: 10+5
Energy: 10+5+2
Aesthetics: 10+4+7
Skills
Spellcaster
Enchantment
Master Marksman
Accurate Attack
Shield
Wind Breath
Equipment
Right hand: ordinary bow
Left hand: ordinary sword(?)
Head: black headband of mastery
Body: red jacket of audacity
Shoulders: steel pauldrons of confidence
Hands: thick black gloves of manliness
Feet: heavy boots of all-terrain travel
Misc 1: earring of self-expression
Misc 2: prayer beads
Misc 3: -
Misc 4: -
Misc 5: -
Inventory: incense for enlightenment of the mind, drink for invigorating the soul, food for physical strength, writing supplies for abstruse writing, arrows for picking teeth and piercing enemies
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers