An Odyssey No More

[Boethiah]

Following her meeting with Tyrell the Host Lord's ship left the world behind and was now drifting through regions unknown to her; en route to Telos.

The transport ship quietly propelled itself through the silent vacuum of deep space as distant stars sat still in faint illumination. Within her private chambers, Anja rested. Her armour was propped upward on a stand with her only attire being a green robe that was used for training, sleeping, or relaxation.

At her side a small datapad displayed information on the new defenses offered by her latest contract. Defenses which would now protect her worlds from exterior threats, invasions, and more importantly fortify those worlds within reach of her enemies; or ones taken.

The woman exhaled, so many details were on her mind... As is such for someone who rules many.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

The datapad flicked for a moment, before returning to its previous working state.

 

[Boethiah]

The little flicker of the datapad was only a minor annoyance. She wasn't a master of technology to a certain extent preferred simplicity and while some such as [member="Cryax Bane"] would become increasingly annoyed with such trivial matters the Host Lord merely glossed over the fact within her mind.

Anja's attention wandered briefly during the flick, she couldn't help but think she felt something briefly.

Whatever it was the feeling had passed... For now.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

A hum in the undercurrents of the Force, music to the ears of some, screeching to the ears of others, unhearable by the majority of people. Some threw the pebbles, others read the ripples the pebbles made and that was the specific difference.

She would just hear the sound of laughter coming from one of the corners, looking at it though… the sound would die out, still echoing. But no source for it to be located.

 

[Boethiah]

The sudden sound of laughter came from the corner to her southwest. It was rather ominous but her thoughts went to how the source came to be, she did not sense any presence in the room. When her eyes did naturally wander out of instinct the laughter died out with a fading echo.

Was this my mind?

She could only wonder that perhaps her book was still tricking her. Yet she hadn't read it in some time.

Whatever it was, it seemed to have vanished... Yet now her suspicion was roused.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

When her eyes would shift back to her datapad she would notice a grin plastered within the screen, a literal digitized visage of a mouth spread into a grin. Teeth, white and regular, they weren’t sharpened or bloody, or any other horror-flick crap.

There was such a thing as overdoing the theatrics, it was an art.

To make it interesting and ominous at the same time.

Art.

The moment her eyes would notice the grin, it would waggle out of the screen and out of sight.

 

[Boethiah]

Her eyes wandered back to the screen only to be greeted but what she could have sworn to have been a twisted grin; in the shape of a digitalized monster. However; it like the rest had faded away quick enough for her to again wonder for her own sanity.

Anja placed a single hand on her head, supporting it as all these thoughts circled around her mind.

It must be the book...

After she had discovered the mysterious and otherwise nameless book, odd things have happened. She'll notice items gone missing, faces seen and then vanished, but worse were the cruel nightmares that inflict bodily harm.

But this... This was too much. Something must be afoot.

Kicking the covers off from over her legs, the Host Lord slid quietly out of bed. Her barefeet met the cold metallic ground as she stood up.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

The floor was suddenly heating up.

 

[Boethiah]

As far as strange encounters went this was escaping the realm of bizarre.

The soles of the Umbaran's feet rapidly became warmer and warmer until the point they felt hot. As any organic would react her first instinct was to get off the surface that began to inflict pain. Almost immediately she fell back to the point where her posterior was once again seated in her bed; feet lifted off the ground.

What was once trickery had turned into an elaborate scheme.

I won't let this get the better of me!

It wasn't exactly confidence but she hadn't the patience for such things. Whatever was going on, she needed to figure it out.

Again her eyes wandered the room, this time they analyzed everything... Those Umbaran eyes. They sought out heat signatures, UV light, and could even see well in the pitchest black of night.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

And as those eyes tried to pierce through the veil of the Galaxy she would finally manage to sneak a peek to that which was interacting with her for its own amusement, it almost seemed as if the walls of her little ship melted away into the darkness, one by one all parts of her room vanished. Siphoned off into their most basic components into the endless void of the ether, where a single entity resided.

A dark force surrounded by dying stars.

 

[Boethiah]

What she saw was beyond the comprehension of many. She too was confused by it, but not beyond its understanding. Of course she had yet to figure it out.

What is this that I see?

Her mind no longer wandered. Every thought, memory, emotion... Drowned out by this one focal point; what she saw.

Looking out she stared into its complexity, standing off from her bed. It didn't matter if the floor was still hot or bitter cold -- she felt nothing; she cared not. And so her feet carried her forward one slow step at a time as she looked deeper into the mystery of that which only she seemed to see. The ship for all she knew continued to drift through space unknowing of this adventure.

As Anja approached the wall she stuck her hand out, trying to pierce the veil and step through the fabric.

If she could.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

And then she fell.

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An ancient presence wrapped itself around her, enigmatic, too foreign to be comprehended fully by the limited minds of mere mortals. Its mind was all-encompassing, it was everywhere at once and nowhere in between, it drifted from one sensation to another, yet stayed rockfast and deliberate in its entitled burden.

H̵̨ͯ͋̏̿̑͡͏͇̺͉̩͙̮̼͍̬̱͈̺ơ̷̰̮̯̺͖̻͈̰͍ͭͩͩ͌ͮͤ͋ͫͮ̍ͥ̊͘͢s̢̖̤̥͇̟͕͈͒̔̉ͬ͋̎̽̅̈́͗͂͗̇̆̉̀͝t̸̺͍͖̳̬͇̘͒͒̆ͮ̑͋̀͛ͤ͂͛̈́́ͅ ̴̢̢̙̞͙̲̹͎̰̭̪̥̜̦̩̦ͥ̐̔̄ͮ̓̊ͯ̈́ͨ̈ͨ̄̿̽̿̄̕L̴̷̴̶̨͚͖̮̦͇̥̫͕̭͕͓̼̥̾͗̒͋͒̓̍̋̌͐ͯ͆ͨ̂ͫ̌̌̚ố̵̷̘̺̬̣͙͌̾ͮ̐̃̌ͧͥ̾͑̕͡͡ř̛̆͂̏̋̂̀͏͔̱̰̳̰̜͙̣͙͈̦̙̙d̵̡̨̫̼̼̖̰̗̤̦̩͖̘̪̈́̂̓̾̾ͦ̍͆͑ͯ͋̌͡͡ͅ.ͣ͑̃̀́̓̒͋̊̽̾́͏̴̯͙̖̼̬͉͉͈̹̭̼̯͙̠̦ ̃̂̌ͨ̑ͧ͆ͩͮ͞͏̕͜͏̭̺̳̲̟̞͖̹̠̻̥̱͖̯̺̥ͅCͣ̐̒̐ͤ̎͐̅ͮ̂̑̏͂̆ͤ̆ͬ̚̚̕͏͇̣̼͉͚̠̟̤͙͖͉h̸̰̖̜̦͓̰̝͔̳̔ͣͥͮͥ̈̏ͮ̌̀̚͞i̹͉̳̫͍̫̬̥͉̬ͩ̄̈ͪͦ́̚͠ľ̖̲̮̹̜̗͈͕̭̠̺̦͖̼̫̦̫̇̉͋̌̕͜d̛̈́͒ͮͪ̔͌̈̚͏̶̳̣͈̳̝͍͍̝̳̱͝ ̶͕̰̹͍̻̻͚͓̤̮͓̋̏ͨ̎̔͢o̧ͧͯ̿͐ͭͫͩ́̐ͩ̊͋̔̑͋ͮ͗͏͔̱̦̳̼̜͍̥̞̲̺͉̪́̕ͅf͓͔͙̖̼̱̭̱̿̊̾͐̋̈ͨ͋̿̉̾̉͡͞ ̸̢̜̦̼̰̼̲̯̹̥̞͓̱͊̊͗͌̐ͮͩ͋̅L̢̼̦̟͉̼͒ͬ͛̏̔̀͝i̺̲̱͖̩̳͔̺͕̗̼͖͓͔ͪ̌̇̋́͐͋͑ͭ̇́͝ͅe̓̈́ͭ̊̊̐̈́͠҉̀͏̼̤͕̠̝̳̱̗͔̹͎͉͖ͅs̡̯͇̮͕͙̩͓̤̹͇̜̺̹̈̔ͣ̉͛̃̐.̵̡͎̥͖̼̼̖̺͎͕̼̞͋ͥͨ͒̀͘ ̷̧̦̻̝̖̠̖͉̙̜͖͙̖̣͖̦̩͎ͫ̋͑̌͊͠W̛̯͕͖̜̯̞̯͓̟̯͓̦͖̰̱ͣ́͂ͤ̀͟͢͟h̶̷͍̪͓̼̱̻͉̠͓̘̜͈̺͖͆̿ͤͧ̀ͣͭ͒̑͊̔̒ͤ̿̓̈͋̓͌͟y͆ͩ͒ͫͥ̔̽ͦ͗ͨͤͦ͞͡҉͚̭̞̰͉̖̼͚̤ ̵̭̲͕̺͍͙͍̳ͩ͐̽͊͌͆̇̈́̇̅ͦ͒ͧ̎̅͜H̎ͯ͌ͥ͌̏̐̅ͮ͆͂̀̚͜͝͞͏͖͓̭̙̳͇͔̞̪̬̘̥̣̮̩͚̩a̯̖̯̣̟̦͉̮̬͔͙̘̙̳̠͔ͯͧ̈́ͮ͋̋̀͜v̴͙̟̦͇̭̒ͫͮ͌ͣ́̚͢e̺̗̯̗̖̦̘͔̱̲̳͕̩̙̙̓͂̌͂ͦ͊̀͂̒ͧ̒̆̍͘͜ ̴̖͚͇̫̗͍̲̩͔̜̦̜̯͎͙̠͉̪̄̈́̌͗̄̈́ͣ͐̒̌͂̇̕͟ͅYͦ̈͑ͤ̒̌̐̽ͫ́́͒̔̈ͦ̇͟͜͠҉̝̫̱̳̫̙o̵͍̻̙̙̺͕͎͓͙̼̬̱̻̥̤̘̅ͥͣ͌̉́͑͐͐ͧ̕͢͝ͅuͯ̌ͧͣ̚̚͏̵̧̛͚͍̪̲̲̱̯̮̘͉͖ ̷̛̟̩̲̦̯̰̝̯͓̱̝͔̺ͭ͐͐ͨ̔͒ͥ̊͆̇͗͊̕C̢̪̯͙̮̞̬̞͇͕̖̲͉̙̩͚̅ͮͥͭ̀̿̅̓̍͆͊͌ͫͩo̟̰̥͓̥͓̤̜͔̮͖̠̦̘̫̠̩͓ͥ͑̀ͪͪͩͪͦ͑̀͌̐̓̃̓ͣ́̌̂́ṁ̢͋̆̈́ͦ̽̄̌̒͢҉̙̙͖̞̕eͩ̂̓̔̾ͮ̄̉ͮ̓̿ͪ҉҉̠̪̥̩͎̞̤̯̮̭?̈ͮ͑ͭͯ̐̀ͪ̐͆̑̓̇́͑̾́҉͏͉̣͎̲͖͇͚̱̖​

 

[Boethiah]

Stepping through the void she fell into the abyss.

Constricted by an unknown presence she couldn't help but forget what she felt earlier, now her mind was focused on this sensation rather than the last. No words escaped her lips as she fell; there was no point. Instead she stared off into the unknown where no light but her own could call domain.

Then she heard...No, felt? Believed? Something -- someone was calling out to her, asking her a question.

Only then could she get a grip of herself. Unable to stop her endless descent.

"What is this trickery?" She demanded to know the answer. She couldn't believe in this reality and they knew her, or at least an interpretation of her.

Whoever was responsible... She demanded to know. Yet her mind could not help but be afraid, as it was so for all who could not control that which was around them.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

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Ÿ̷̵̟̹̯̰̬̝͚͎̘͚̯̪́̏̊ͥ̄̿̄̃ͅͅõ͆͑̅҉̡̬̜̝͖̘̳͚̻͎͕͉̖͔͍̻͟u̻͖̺̹̩̬̹̬͓̬̭͔̜͕̻͕̝̫̮͆̑̎̌ͯ̀ͥ͋̏̈ͦ͋̓̓̈́͋ͮ̚͞͝ ̴͎̘̝͚̙̦̤̄̆̑̃́ͦ͡K̛̭̼͖̬̭̻͊͒ͤ̅͠͝ṅ̡̠̰̦̫̝̻̣̳̹̙̥̈ͦ͑ͨ̊̃͗ͣ̐͑ͩͥ͗̋̓́͛͊͟͠o̴̧̘̪̟̺͚͍̣͓̭̗͙̰̊̔̓̎ͫ͊̐̇ͣw̷̡̼̣͍̞̥͓͖͔̻͕̟͍̙ͥ̒ͨͩͬ̒̐͑͛ͬ ̸̡̛̻̝̠̥̘͓͓̻̥̖͔͚͍̤̯͈̫́͌͛̏̉̂͋͆ͤ͑͒ͥ̏̏̏̋̐̚͘͢W̶̨͙̙̺̯̹͚̠̜͓̍ͩ͋̍̍̾͌̄̋̕͡h̵͎̩̱̩̝̅ͭ̂̇ͬͫ̐͜͟ȃ̡̡̗͚̘̮̹̼̯͚̗̲͉̞͎̄̈́̌͛̌ͬ͘͠͝ͅt̷̵̷͙̝̥̮͉̭̮̤̓̐ͫͩ͗͋͑͊͗̈́̌̀̚͞ ̵̘̝͖͓̩̯̩̻̣̦̼̰̪̽̿ͬͪ̐ͬ͌́̕͘̕T̢̼̬̞̙̩̘̱ͯͮͮ̑̒̏ͧͧ̅̆ͦͥͨͧͤ̕ͅh̴͈͈̱̜͍̱̰͙̪̫̳̑ͨͮ̅̒̍̃ͪͩ͐̆͆͒͊̉ͬ͝͠i͍̣̗̠̘̲̓̀̉̊̆͡s̘̯̫̮͉͇̯̩̺̜͈̬̟͕͒ͭ̅̎̒ͪͥͦͦ̈̒͛ͧ͋͡͡ ̍̅͂͋͊̉͑̈̅́̎̓ͪ͒̽̓͂͆̚҉̸̡̼͍̪̜̭̙͇̻̺̰͔̘͚̲͘I̴ͮ̓ͣͦ͒͋̓҉͖̰̞̪̻̜̗s̤̙̫͇̰̣̩̺̹̤̹̗͈͇͇̱͔͕̋̽͆͑́ͦͪ̌̓̿ͯ̑̒̍́́̕.̸̴̧̞̰̖͎̜͙̱͉͙̫͇̪̯̳̩͔̣̾ͫ̅͐ͧͮͨͦ́̌ͩͣ̿̇̄̓ͨ̅͝​

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[Boethiah]

Do I?

She thought to herself, still falling... Falling... Fallen.

"And what is it that I know?" Still she wasn't going to be direct. If this was all a game then she'd play along. Yet she couldn't tell what kind of game it was let alone who she was playing it with. It reminded her of a dream but she felt awake without an end in sight.

Her mind was in a place of disbelief. Yet she did believe.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

She would almost get the impression that the voidless entity snorted.​

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I̴̢̪̥͕̼̺̙͖͕̿̅̂͌ͅ ̧̡̠̞̲̹̼̱̼̠̬̳̾͐̌͒͒̒ͣ͜͡H͑ͦ͗̄̇̋̒͌̏̓ͬ͏̨̻̺̣͎̦̤̺͍̣͍̤̣̮͈͇͡ͅaͣ̀̄ͯ̓ͬ͒ͫͣͩ͂̚̚͜҉̨͍̪͔͖͝v̵̷̢̡͛ͮͦ̈̑ͧ͒̓̅ͩ҉̫̦͇̯͓̻͙͈̳̗͖̙̩̲̪ͅe̥̭͖̦̔͐͂͂̑̓̅́̆̌́̍̉̀͟ ͂ͨ̀ͨ̇̊̔͛̚҉̗̣̰͓̬͚Nͥ̊͆̑̉́ͧͨ́͛̊͞͏͕̫̠̼͙̳͈̙̫͓̫͙̫̤̣̯̘͕̝o̧̡͚̫͈̥̝̝̳̦̭̠̻ͯ̇̓̿̍̋̃̇͐ͥ͑̕͠ ̵̛̼̰̩̩̺͉̹̱̤̺͇͒̋ͣ̉ͨ̂ͪ̄͠T͊̀̃̓ͤ̽͊ͤ̅́̈́́͏̵̜̘͓̹̗̱̘͔ͅí̢̧͚͓̦̘̱̮̦̬͔̬͓̉ͯ̓̂̏ͣ̆͊ͥͫ̒͜m̴̡̰̻͕̠̠̺̹̙̘̬̲̺̝̀ͤ̂ͩ̒ͨͮͤͮͯ͟͢͞e̍ͥ̾͌̇̄̇͋̃ͮ̓ͫ̾̆ͫ͏̯͈̠̩͇͘͡ ̸̢̡͈̗̭̯̻̠͉̾̐͊͋̍̌̇͗͑̈ͮ̇̎F̡ͥ̂ͥ̈̐̅̽͏̬̬̩̫͚̤̗͇̮͖̪o͋̇̉͛ͣͫ̑ͫ̈́͌͆͏̸̙̱̠͚̞̯̝̠͇́ͅr̵͒̏͒̾̌ͦ̌ͥͯͭ̈́ͩ̽̊̆ͬ́̚҉̼̭̟͉͉͔̲̘̭̖̼̫̻͜͝ ̡̬̳̻͔̓̅́̈́̇͑̐͒̌͐̊͘͟Ǵ̷̞̼̳̪͚̫̫̜̗͒ͩ͌ͣ̾ͫͨ͛͆͊͐ͣ̚ͅą̰̦̥͔̺̙͈̩͚̟̹͔̠̺͒ͭ͂ͩͩ͂́̚͘͠ͅͅm̷͓͓̠̣͙͈͚̙̰͖̭̙̯̲͓ͨ̄̿͑̽͑̆͗̀͠ͅe̸ͮ̏̏ͮ̂ͤͬ̑ͥ͌̽̀͏̪̬̥̺s̴͉͉̟̺̖̝͚̬̘͎̣̪̼̣̦̓̓͑͂ͦ̇̇̋ͧ̃ͦͦ̚͟ͅ.̷̦̙͔̪͚͍̼̱̪̠̠̘͉͓̹̣̲̻ͦ͂̓̽̔̈́̃ ̢̜̥̣̪̻̘̟̹̏̊ͬ͗ͭ̑̅͊̄ͫ͋ͣ̏ͫ͟Ẏ̧͍̹̮͈͇̈̿ͥ͋͋͂́͡o̸̴ͪ́ͮ̓ͩ̔̋҉̱̩͉̮̞̻̙̱̝̺̝̘̮u̸̧̡̼̮̦̫̗̳̱͚̺̼̺͚̤̻͚̲̫͔̽̉̉̈̏͌̌̂̄͛̏̉͐͊̈́̓ͪ͊ͣ͠ ̶̦̟͎͚͕̥̰͇͍̊ͬ̈́̑̽́͜Ç̸̧̠̠̞̠̠̰͓̫̗̹̻̇̾̆͌̃̇̓͑̐̚̚͘͘ā̴̡̛͇͓̜̹̺ͦ̅ͧ͗̓ͨ̏́͆͆̒͘m͉̹͇̻̺̠͖͈̹̠̼͋͒̑̍ͭ̈ͪ̈̇͛̎́́̚͠͞e̷̢̛̺͖̣̠͈̤͉̫̳̲̫͇͖̯͖͖͇͌̈́͋̅̊ͭ̊̿̄͌̚͜ ̶̸̹͚̤͎̝̺͍̹̬̤̫̏͐̎̏ͤ͒̌̆̑͗̏͢H̵̸̼͙̙̖ͩ͋ͭ͂ͫ̐̓ͧ͆͗̓̾͆ͣͪ̌͆e̲̼̩̫͔̓̋ͬ̔ͫ͢r̴͋͋̾̀̑͒͐ͥ͋̄̌̅̽͐ͪ̇̉ͯ҉̨͈̦͍͓̹̺̻̮͝͞ęͧͯ̊ͥ̃̈́̋͂̂̈̌̈ͤ͢҉͓̭̖̺ ̨̥̙̼̮͈̣͖̙͒̏͋ͫ̈̄͊̇̒̽ͮͫ́W̶̧̗̞͎̟̩̳͖̙͚̦̭̜̬̹̯̰̫̅͋̔͒͐͗̊ͭ̏͑ͦͫͥ̿̽ͬͅỉ̔͋̑͊ͦ̿҉̶҉̛͖͚͉̮̜̦͚̯̱̜̝̠̤͍̗̯́t̶̡̨̤̯͉̱̣̭̤̜̯̽̌ͮ̄ͫ͂̚͡ͅḩ͔̹̠͉̥̣̣̟̦̰͕̪̱̣̼̘̓ͫ̎̏ ̵̴͔̙̦̖̪̼͇̼̗͙̖̠̻͖̤̹͈ͤ̔̍̾ͦͩ̀ͬͨ͋̈ͅP̅̔͑̃ͦ̒̚҉̹̗̺̫̠͕̯̠̱̥̳̰͙͙̙̭̞̳̩͜û̵̧̧͓̳̦̭̅̍͌ͤͤͫ͑͗̀͛͡r̬̟̖̯̦̖̳͈̭͚̜̜̟̟̻ͦ̂ͤ̾ͣ̿̾ͭ̆ͥ̏͂̋̀̀͢͢p̷̡̢̳͔̩̰̤͓̲̙̰͙͖̱̫ͫ̐̎̀͛ͩ̉̆̑͞ͅo̎͆́̅͗̽ͮ̓̆͌̾ͨ̂͒̚҉̷͉̲̦̤̣̦̘͖́ŝ̞̘͖͔͙̲̜̪̭̞̯̻̞̔͋ͥ͞e̓ͥ̌̇̿͒̓̿̽̋͌̓͊̌̊͝͏̡̘̬̘̩̞̤͕͔͔ͅ,̿ͯͫ͠҉͏͔̺̯̩̖̮͇͓͇̮̞͙̰̬̪̬̠̲͟͡ ͙̤̗̖̫͖͔̤̖͈͍̪ͪ̂̑͐͟A̧̧̓ͧͤ̅̇͌͑͗̀ͫ̾̽͆͑͏͎͎̮̼s̓ͭͮ̒̾̿̌̂͐͝͏̵̤̪̫͖̞͉̹̥̘͚̤̖̝͓͍͡ͅͅk̛̯̝͍͖̪̙̭̭̘̅̊̓̆ͮ̆ͯ̃̌̆ͧ͆́̚͢ ̨̩͈̹͔̻̯̯̯̑ͦ̄ͪ͌̈́ͮ͊́̕͟Y͍̜̙̱͇̺͈̖͇̺͍̟̺̲̳̻͎̆ͩ̉͆ͧͯ̀͒̇͢͞͡ȏ̸̢̧̮̦͙͔͓̘̻͚̠̦̺̰͔̲̺̘ͤͨ͒̐̽̎̓ͯ̀̇̀͝͝ù̸̢͚̤̖̬̖̝̜̳̣͙̜̞͖͕̠̔͛̏̈̎̃̃̈ͧ͡͝r̵̗͈̣͉̫̱͙̰̼̳̗̩̝̲͕̯͎̳̊̏̑̄̇͑͆ͩ͛̈́ͥͪͥ̌ͯ͞͝ ̂̀̓ͧͩ̾͑̌́ͣ̽̿͐͌̄ͥ̊̚͏̴̬̥͓̜̰̩̬̣̝͜B̸̘͔̝͔̦̩̗ͨ̎ͬͩ͑̎̅ͦ͊͊̂̔ͪ͌̏̉̈́̓̚͢͟͞o̸̹̙̤͇͍̤̯̲̝̗̱̤͍̼̠͓͖̽̆͑̽͟͝ơ̷̺̜̖͎̘͈̌̒ͫ̃͂ͤ̂̏͂̕ṅ̨́̐̔̓̉ͦ̊ͣ̏ͫ͢҉͎͔͈͎͕̬ ̴̵̧͕̩͎̳̿͒̍ͬ̓ͤͩͭ͠A̶̢̫̭̞͈̖͉̮̹͈̬͕̭̼̮̙͔ͮ̂̇̈̇͗ͮ́͡ͅn̵̨̍̈͒͂̀ͭ̀ͦ͋̽͒͂́͂͋̅̄̐̕͏̶̖̺̱̯̗̲d̡̛̪͎͕̦̬̲̭͔̞̱̮̣̱̝̲̘̼̼͆̆́̐̂̀̎ͭ̾̈̂͋ͤ͘͢͝ͅ ̶̢̡̻̪̺͉̺̳̹͍͌̒̿̓̆̋̎ͤͮͯ͊ͤ͋̊͊͛̈́Ļ̛͇̪̩͎̬͈̺̬̣̘̻̥̦̳͆ͤͦ̊̑ͦͥ̇ͮ͊ͦ̾̚̚̚̕͟͡ͅe̻͇̘̠̙̦͕̗̤̩͆ͮ̇͌̀̀͡a̵͈̠͓̬̺̭͇̺̩͓̒ͣ͊̌̔̐͛͢v̒̓̓͊̏̉ͬ̊͋̀̏̽̂͢͏̼̭̬̠̤̘̠̥̙̲͓̝̗̪̬͎e̅̇͗ͯ͑̉̾̉̆͆ͣ̉̉͒́͂͋̚͏̷̡̯̲̮̬̟̭̱̝̕.̢ͥͣ͂̎͊ͮͫ̒̅̐ͩͬ̕͝͏҉͇͚͉̳̗̮͉͉̻̭̯̣͇̙̲̹​

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[Boethiah]

Is that so?

She fell more and more. Then it finally hit her -- who was she standing before; or rather -- within. She was the Harbinger of Nogras and as such it would come as a surprise to Anja that she was in the domain of Sargon. Within it, or some sort of incarnation of it. Yet she lived.

"Why me? Why now? I am doing my purpose." She couldn't comprehend any longer. At least what she was doing, where she was going, and why she was chosen by this one and not hers.

Of course, she wouldn't question the creator. Only ask in humility.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

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W̴̶̧̨̛͕̗̟̭͉̗̤͇ͪ̽̊̂̄̔̐͐̾ͥh̸̔ͪͯ͐ͭ͗ͪ̎ͪ̀̓ͯ̂̽̂̔҉̢̙̩̱͙͚͇̱̩̦̜̘̞̙͞͝a͌̎̿͒ͥͣͫ̌̂ͨ̓҉͔̲͎͈̹̭̜̠t̢̺̦͔͇͎͔͇̝͕̠ͣͦ͗͌ͫ͆ͬ̾ͩͯ̏̊ͭ́͜ ̹̥̯͍̦̃̾͆̈̉͆͆̕͝D̓͛̔ͪ̄̓̾̓ͣ̔̂̐ͤͩ̊̍͘҉̫̼̺͕͔̟̱̣̤͙̬͙̫͚͔͖ͅi̵̧̯̠̟͚̦̾̐͗̓̄̈́͌͒d̸̸͍̙̤͕̯̖̰̻̠̺̪̮̖͙ͦ͆͐͂͘͞ ̨̡̲͓͇̲̭̟ͪͦͩ̊̈́̋͛̉̓ͣ̓͑͟͢͜ͅͅT̴̸̨̧̼̤̺̳̈́ͦ̽̾̓̋ḧ̴͈̫͙̤̘̤̗̣̼̮̗͙͎̥̟͍͙͍́̊͋͑͞ͅe̛̘̭̝̖̘̣̞͗͊͊̅y̢͔̮̮̳͓̱̺̑ͧ̽͛̄̽̑ͨ͗̒ͯ̕ ̷͛̍̍̃҉͈̠̙͔̞͈̼̀T̨̪̖͍͉̯͎͈͚̰̠̤̻̄̿ͬ̌̓̆̒̓̀͘͘e̎ͨ̈́̑̀̽̏̐̈̓̄̿̑ͫ̿͏̺͕̣̱̗͈̹̩͙͚̝̲̫͖a̵͉̤̖̫͎̭͌̓ͨ́̿ͮͬ͊̀̿ͪ̆ͪ̓̿́̇̇̇͞͠͡͞ͅċ̩̫̼̃̑͒͋͋̇̿̋̅̎ͫͨ̌̀̀̚͝͝h̵̵͊̌̒ͤ̀̑ͧ̓̄͛͊ͭ͌̃̍̌̍ͨ̀҉̭̭̝̳̭̳ ̂ͫ͛ͣ̒̄͆ͣͪ̄̂ͫͮͮ̿͏̶͖̭̮͙̘͇̤͉̞̞ͅͅỶ̻̖̱̣̺̩ͥͤͦ͛͘͝ͅo̒͂͌̈̋̓ͪ͊҉̵̴̮͔̦̩̟̭̠̫͈͙̱̩̪͠ư̸͍̘͕̘̥̻̫̼̭̳̩͐͑ͧͤ̔̔͐͗ͦͤ̊ͥ̋͑͠ͅ,ͦ̐ͫ̅ͩ̎ͧ̄̃̀̚҉͖̪͓̹̻͎̦̘̰̹ ̴̛̱͔͕̟̯̫̠̞̠̙͖̄̑͂̐̾̽̅ͧͤ͊́͊͌̉͛̕Ç͕̦̜͕̲̒̐̃͐̅̆ͪ̍̌̀ḥ̴̪̗̿ͬ̊̓̍ͣͩ̽̾͊̅ͧ̒̅ͤ̔ͬͤ̀i̧͚͇̱̻͈̲̮͕̹̟̲̜͙̋͑̏ͪ̈̋ͧ̍̀̀̆̐ͧ̽̈̋̈́̚l̢̬̜̠͙͈̣̯̺ͪͮͤͦ̚̚d̛̞̮̮͇̭̰̩̖͕̪̙̬̞̗̘͇̦͉̲̂̃̄͊ͬ̋͑ͤ͂̐ͦ̆͆ͬͫ̋̃̀̚̚͠?̢̢̰̰̮̫̜̩̬̬̯̬͇̜ͩ̿͌̐ͥ̿̕ͅ​

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[Boethiah]

What have I been taught?

It was a simple question but there were so man ways to answer.

"I have been taught what I know; to serve The Primeval." It was the best she came up with.

What else could she say? How else could she have said it. Anja did not know...

There was so much to gather, too little to understand.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Steadily she would get the impression that the entity was detaching itself from her, distancing it and losing interest. It seemed that the ancient being had more important things on his mind than a simpleton.​