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"Yes, I'd agree," Ardasa said, standing up and taking one last look at the statue of Arda. "There is such a thing as too much piety, after all." She laughed a little at her own joke, then realized that perhaps that was not the best thing to say to a priest of the faith. "Erm . . . I mean . . . there are plenty of other matters to attend to."
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Rughoi sighed in relief, reading the last parts of the letter over and over again to reaffirm that it was real. Rebat was fine. The legion was fine. Rebat had written back regarding the status of the treaty being kept in Hekaga. He writes in glowing terms, not hiding in any way his admiration for the old city of dracons. At the bottom, he had signed with a Bythesea rune, as was the growing fashion among both dracon and kobold alike. Still, though, a part of the message worried him. It seems the Hekaga nobility are interested in furthering the alliance between the two nations, and wish to meet with him in person, or at least a close representative. Rughoi was not looking forward to that.
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That's odd. Kutur didn't know how exactly one votes for the next archmage, but he was pretty sure it wasn't this. He felt like he was floating, as if in water. It was dark all around him, cool as well, yet he felt at peace. He enjoyed this feeling of serenity, letting the not-quite-water flow around his scales and into his snout when he breathed. Then, a flicker of light shone out from far away. In front of it stood a figure, kobold by the looks of it. Suddenly, that feeling of water was gone. He was standing on solid ground, in thin air.

"Hey!" he called out, to the figure. It didn't respond. "Hey!" he shouted again. This time, he did, and Kutur now wished he hadn't. The kobold was dead, by the looks of it. His scales hung off his skin, and his head was tilted in a way that suggested there was no muscle holding it up. His fear grew ever more when it opened its mouth and spoke.

"Who am I?" it whispered, in a voice so strong that Kutur trembled. "Where is my throne?"

"Where is your throne?" Kutur said, unable to keep his voice from quavering.

"My throne, yes," the figure responded again. "Someone has stolen it. Someone who is neither first nor last, and not deserving of either. My throne, spilled from its perch by the blood of the tainted. Blood that has no ties to the dragons that bore the seed of the gods."

"Who are you?" Kutur asked. "I can help . . . I think. If I knew who you were, I could. I hope."

"Who am I?" The figure mimicked. His eyes, once dead and drooping towards the floor, suddenly came to life and oriented towards Kutur. They glowed and danced, as if there was a fire burning behind the iris. "I am the first, and had fate been truer, the last. Sutam is but liar, pretender, and player to what was once reality."

"Sutam was the Conquerer, was he not?" Kutur asked. "He was the famous second Son of the Dragons. There are almost as many tales of him as there were the first."

"Yet not quite as many," the figure said, pointing with a bony finger straight at Kutur's chest. "The blood given to him was from kobold, not dragon. The blood given to the liars after, all kobold, and now, not even that. I am first, and last. My throne is stolen. WHO AM I!?" he shouted, and in that moment Kutur knew.

"You are Arjun, who was the Brave," he breathed. The moment he said that, the dead figure began to change. First it was the snout, then the face, turning from gray to brown to dull red. Kutur was looking not at Arjun, but at himself.

"I am no longer. You are Arjun, who never was, yet always is. It is his blood that flows through you, and it is your throne that is stolen. Let the fire run free, my son. The Arjunids are not gone yet."

In the halls of the Constantsea university, Kutur looked up at the dome above. He was not in control of himself. He felt powerful, invincible, like he could jump and leave the sorry ground behind. Filled with that conviction, he opened his mouth to speak, but words did not leave. They had been replaced by fire, glowing white hot, erupting from his small form and scalding the dome above dark black. Then, the moment was passed, and he slumped to the ground in a dreamless sleep.

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Unfortunately, I'm a little stuck in this RP for now, so the little post I made is as much as I can come up with.

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"No questions," Ardasa said, nodding along. She was in a different world now. This was not a simple and rustic tribe, where everyone lived off of what they could hunt or gather. This was not having small run-ins with dracon explorers seeking to document the "barbarians" that lived in the wilds. No, this was an empire, and any run-in now could boil into a war that would become all too real. She had to stay serious about this.

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"I understand. Let us begin the lesson," said Ardasa, but she didn't, not really. Her mind was swimming with questions. What sort of magic does Kali think she has, that can bend even the mule-stubborn Rughoi to her will. Would the gods even approve of such thing? Was she being mind controlled right now to say yes? Oh, gods, let Kali's words be true. The kobolds are finally at peace after the Traeton campaign, and it would kill her heart for her tribe to go to war again.
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Rughoi was worried. He had been waiting anxiously for the past who knows how long for word to return from his legions in Hekaga. He wanted to know that they were alright, and it was not a plot by those ever-scheming dracons to whittle down his armies and soften up Xigyll for yet another attack. Now, he held the letter in his hand, straight from Rebat, borne by a ragged-looking legionnaire. Did he look ragged because he had traveled quickly, or because he had fled a battle? No, best not to be weighed down by dark thoughts. The priest, what was her name, had said as much in her last ritual. The gods saw his paranoia, saw his pessimism, and would more often than not punish such by turning them to reality. He held his breath, and tore open the seal.

Dragon's Mask

Riley didn't know about this plan. True, it was better than anything she can think of, but still, there were too many parts she can't account for. What if the monsters know all the other monsters, or notice that the pillows and blankets are missing? What if the pillows and blankets are there for a more sinister reason than her mind can conjure up? She rolled here eyes and stared weirdly at Arthur. She didn't know if it was his lilting American accent or what, but something told her that his idea may not be the best . . .

However, what choice did she have? And with time running out, too. Reluctantly, she ducked under the covers and nestled herself in the stuffy embrace of the pillows. "I'm not happy about this," she said. Hopefully, her voice carried to him even under all these fabrics. It was only a matter of time until the wiseness of their decision was revealed to them in the form of a hungry monster.

Dragon's Mask

Riley looked around, her eyes darting this way and that. Panic had set in now. The objects littered the floor, they were useless to her. What's worse was the little mouse Dooa's near-constant shrieking, loud and shrill, that absolutely disrupted any attempt at thought.

"Quiet, you," Riley hissed, not daring to do any more. She knew well enough that rodents, when shook, are vulnerable to having their necks break. Even for annoying ones, that is not a fate that any living creature deserves. Come on, think! Think! Should they hide under the blankets? No, it's folded up in the corner, and probably for a reason. Someone or somethings would see it was out of place and know something was up. Dive into the pillows? Perhaps . . . unless some horror wasn't looking where it was going and squashed the lot of them under their toes. "Lad, you got any ideas?" she asked, looking over to Arthur. Surely he must know something!

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"If you say," Ardasa sighed, reluctantly turning her head back towards the statue. It stayed as unmoving and grim as it always had. Was this a condemnation, or an encouragement? Only the three gods knew what they wanted from their servants, and for reasons only known to their great wisdom, they didn't say much. What Kali said made sense, it always did. Still, all this deception, working behind the curtain stuff all seemed a bit . . . dishonest, didn't it? It wasn't always like this. She remembered being a tribal girl, running across sand and shrubbery with her father's strongest warriors and all the other children of the tribe. She was the chief's daughter, but felt nonetheless a part of a greater whole. Maybe the title of empress is too big for her. Having a tribe of a hundred thousand made the connection felt between all members fuzzy, then severs it altogether. It was so different, with rules between kobolds even when there weren't. Maybe she did need to have some agency over how the Empire was being run. To teach these people, so many of them former laborers and slaves, the way the kobolds lived before dracons took power. "Could you teach me?" Ardasa asked. Dare she dream it, the statue of Arda cracked a small smile at that.

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"Me?" Ardasa said, with a laugh. "Influence Rughoi? No . . . surely not. He keeps his own council, and neither I nor his advisors have a good history with changing his mind. Believe me, I've tried. I'm a year older than he is, but that means nothing to him." She quieted down, and stared in silence up at the statue of Arda. It looked back down at her with a strange conviction, one that she was sure wasn't there before. It showed a pride in its face, the pride of the strong mother, who could keep both the snake god Hetuis and the trickster god Scen in check by force of will. "But, supposing there is a way . . . " Ardasa hummed.
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Kutur held up the blue bottle, peering suspiciously at the interior. It was filled with a thick, goopy liquid, that seemed to catch light within it. The insides shook, as if it were alive, a testament to its magical potential. He watched as the other magisters imbibed the liquid, some holding their noses and others crying. He was not feeling good about having to drink it himself. Still, with a couple of deep breaths, he followed suit. The liquid tasted horrible, like sugar so burnt it might as well have become ash. Then, the headache began. He keeled over, eyes blurring. Others around him were doing the same. Either that or desperately trying to throw the potion back up. Exarch Rokkar, whom he had spoken with earlier, was banging his head against the wall and roaring at the ceiling. This was how the vote had to be cast. Now Kutur must make a decision.

Dragon's Mask

Still here. Just waiting on you guys.

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"Certainly. Though I would like to be reunited with my loyal warriors, quickly if possible," said Rebat. The situation he left was tense, that he knew. He can only hope that his soldiers were not already slaughtered where they stood by an angry mob, or worse.
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"May Arda give me her blessing," Ardasa whispered, staring up at the statue. She at her full height was now taller than the carving, but in this kneeling position, there was no doubt who had the authority. It stared down at her, challenging her to take the position. She would never dare. She liked it that way. Her namesake was the goddess of steel, the steel that won glory in battle. Both a commander and a caretaker at once, she was the mother that all kobold aspired to be. "I wonder what it will be like, once I am eaten by Hetuis," she hummed. "After I brave the ordeals of his stomach, I am released into the afterlife. Will I dance with the gods?" She looked over at Kali with a friendly grin, hoping to find some validation in her theological musings.