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Viscet Summer camp Tracker
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☼ Camper Badge: (Activity) Set up your tent! Color/design your own tent using these lines or create your own (Competed here > https://www.deviantart.com/comments/1/848309830/4859082332 )
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☼ Storyteller Badge: (Prompt) Write or draw sharing a campfire, camping, or scary story with Lore.
☼ Nature Badge: (Prompt) Write or draw your viscet experiencing nature. (e.g.: learning about native plants, hiking, swimming, etc)
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Tryout for Viscet E#0063
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Base Info/entry 1:
Name;; Terra. (A.K.A. 'Mother')
Gender;; Feminine/Genderless
Favorite memory;; Terra embraced the newly created world like a mother would a new born baby. The others around her whom had helped create this beautiful new place collected around her and stared in wonder. "It's gorgeous." came a whisper to her left. "It looks fun!" Came a voice to her right. The murmers continued but Terra's focus was on the new world. It was magnificent! Everything on it was. Closing her eyes, Terra collected her energy and allowed it to flow into the new world, flowing into everything upon it. "Thrive and live well." She finally said, opening her eyes. (99 words)
Additional entries::
Entry 2;;
Song that describes them;; [Michael Jackson- Earth song]
Entry 3;;
Tell me about them;; The world and her children, which she so lovingly helped craft and create with the help of the original Gods of Nexxus has become little more than a waste land. Chased away by the murderous Jophiel, Terra has only been able to watch from a distance...weeping in the quietness of space at the devastation occurring on her world. The mother, the one who's essence flows in each and every creature and thing on Nexxus, longs to one day return and heal the world. Like a mother who has to watch her children as they struggle through life, it breaks her heart to see such death and strife on a world she holds so much hope for. Knowing the beauty that it once held. It is only the knowledge that Jophiel is much more powerful than her at this moment that keeps her from returning home. However, as Jophiel has, Terra has sent messengers of Faith to Nexxus and created warriors of Faith. She is, from a distance, combating the wicked ones that do harm to her beloved world. The messengers of Faith spread her word and collect warriors of Terra. The Mother hopes to one day return to Nexxus...and with her, bring forth an age of peace and love such as only the beginning of time had known. (218 words)
Entry 4;;
Art piece/writing snip for another user in the community;;
Gift for Azookiex3
Additional Entries;;
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Name;; Terra. (A.K.A. 'Mother')
Gender;; Feminine/Genderless
Favorite memory;; Terra embraced the newly created world like a mother would a new born baby. The others around her whom had helped create this beautiful new place collected around her and stared in wonder. "It's gorgeous." came a whisper to her left. "It looks fun!" Came a voice to her right. The murmers continued but Terra's focus was on the new world. It was magnificent! Everything on it was. Closing her eyes, Terra collected her energy and allowed it to flow into the new world, flowing into everything upon it. "Thrive and live well." She finally said, opening her eyes. (99 words)
Additional entries::
Entry 2;;
Song that describes them;; [Michael Jackson- Earth song]
Entry 3;;
Tell me about them;; The world and her children, which she so lovingly helped craft and create with the help of the original Gods of Nexxus has become little more than a waste land. Chased away by the murderous Jophiel, Terra has only been able to watch from a distance...weeping in the quietness of space at the devastation occurring on her world. The mother, the one who's essence flows in each and every creature and thing on Nexxus, longs to one day return and heal the world. Like a mother who has to watch her children as they struggle through life, it breaks her heart to see such death and strife on a world she holds so much hope for. Knowing the beauty that it once held. It is only the knowledge that Jophiel is much more powerful than her at this moment that keeps her from returning home. However, as Jophiel has, Terra has sent messengers of Faith to Nexxus and created warriors of Faith. She is, from a distance, combating the wicked ones that do harm to her beloved world. The messengers of Faith spread her word and collect warriors of Terra. The Mother hopes to one day return to Nexxus...and with her, bring forth an age of peace and love such as only the beginning of time had known. (218 words)
Entry 4;;
Art piece/writing snip for another user in the community;;
Gift for Azookiex3
Additional Entries;;
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Tryout for Viscet E#0062
19 min read
impress me with up to 2k words and 3 extras of any kind.
user; K-Razors
name; Tune
pronouns; He/Him
Viscets used:
toyhou.se/2639329.saoirse - Saoirse
toyhou.se/1216972.nobody -The Wish master
---------------------A story of Retrieval----------------------
Tune stood, eyes closed and ears erected, though nothing reached them save a very muffled, drowned out whisper of the world around him. Tune was almost completely deaf, as he had been since the day made a request to the wishmaster. He could still hear, but it was like trying to hear while one was under water, that is, until the soft hum cut through the emptiness around him. A sound he had been searching for, the sound of the Lost. Tune turned his body towards the sound and opened his eyes to a dull world, void of color. A world that, for him, held nothing more than shades of grays. From a sky that had once been a gorgeous blue, to the grass beneath his feet that had once been green.
The hum was distant and slowly fading, never a good sign... Tune was dispatched after his companion Saoirse had received a request for help. Saoirse could see past and present events and was perfect for those who were seeking lost or displaced family. Now that Saoirse had given Tune the general location, it was his task to seek and find the intended target. As long as he was within a close enough range, his target could be located through his lovely little 'gift'. Though the world around Tune stood dull, soundless, and colorless, it was when he had a target in mind that the world gained a little color and sound. Not much, but just enough. Tune had traveled to the location that Saoirse had seen in her visions and he'd need only wander around a short while before he had heard the hum. A hum that was very close to a vibration, it tickled his ears and drew his eyes towards the sound. As he moved, the sound became a color, not much, just a dull, slightly glowing pink.
Passing one tree after the next, the forest he had found himself in showed signs of others having passed through in a hurry. Broken branches, churned earth where an apparent scuffle had taken places. He could see dark patches here and there that were assumed to be blood. Scratches in the trunks of trees from claws or weapons...And as he drew closer towards the hum and glow, there began a trickle of the deceased. Remnants of a battle. Kasdeya's hell creatures took sport in scattering folk so they could hunt them down. Most were half consumed or simply toyed with until they finally died. What a horrible sight. Tune closed his eyes, his stomach unable to take any more of what lie before him. He walked a little slower, allowing only his ears to guide him. Occasionally he would peek out at the world to ensure there were no large drops or the like in front of him.
Finally, Tune's whole body seemed to vibrate with the hum, he was almost directly upon the target he was searching for. He stopped, his eyes still tightly closed. He was afraid. Too afraid to open them. The increase in bodies that surrounded him had him clenching his fists and his entire body stood tense in the forest. He rarely expected to find a target alive, almost every target he was sent in search for was deceased. The only thing the requester wanted was closure. For, what if their mother, sister, son, daughter or cousin was still alive? It was always 'What if?' And sometimes...rarely, they were. But this time...Tune knew deep in his soul that this was not one of those rare times.
Ever so slowly Tune began to open his eyes, just slits. Just enough to see a hand, a foot, the dark patches of almost-black on the earth that signified blood. Just a little more...he opened his eyes...Tunes stomach lurched and he moved a paw to cover his mouth, attempting to hold back the bile that rose in his throat. It never got any easier...Never. He opened his eyes now, completely, to the massive pile of bodies, half eaten, ripped apart, some not even recognizable as anything that had once been living. These people had experienced excruciating amounts of pain. They had suffered a horrendous fate at the hands of Kasdeya's demon soldiers. Clenched fists slowly opened, Tunes hands now trembling with the thought of what he must do. He needed to find the body of the Lost....Which meant that he'd have to dig through the pile until they were uncovered. Taking a deep breath only to discover that was a mistake. Tune turned and relieved himself of his breakfast, wiping his mouth once his stomach was empty. Turning back to the pile, he stepped forward and began his work.
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It had taken most of the day, the sun's light having begun to fade by time he found the body. The hum now was loud, but not so loud as it had been before. He had gotten here just in time, else he might have never been able to find the target. The longer they were deceased the harder it was to find them. Their 'mark' on the world faded, just like everything else. Wiped away by rot and decay.
Thankfully the body of the target was not as mangled as some of the others, so Tune was able to collect them and pull them from the pile to lay separate from the others. He needed distance between the target and the others. So as not to accidentally collect memories from someone else in the process.
That vine like tail of Tunes swept around him and began to curl around the body of the target, Tune's eyes closing as he focused. Another 'gift' of his was called forth now. The vine-like tail seeming to split here and there, tiny little tendrils sinking into the body of the deceased and 'absorbing' their last moments. A soft, pink glow began to collect through the vine tail, ascending its length and choosing a spot somewhere halfway along its length. The glow of memories collect there until a little bud began to form. A tiny little sprout that grew as the memories filled it up. It didn't bloom, though. No, that would only happen when it was given to the ones whom had requested it. The glow eventually cease and the memories were collected as far back as he was able to retrieve. The older the body, the less memory he could obtain from it. Thankfully, this would be just enough for the family to see what had happened up to a day before the target had...expired.
The body was released, gently, and Tune stayed where he was so he could say a quiet prayer for those whom had suffered so greatly. Kasdeya would get hers eventually. She was ravaging the land, but eventually this war would end. She would get what was coming to her...and there would be peace again. Or so he prayed.
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The journey out of the forest and back home was uneventful, Tune knew he should not dally, but bearing the weight of the memories of the deceased left his body moving slowly. His feet dragged and he felt like the world around him was even more dull than it had ever been before. He knew these things to be all in his head, and no matter how many times he completed his job it never became any easier. He had asked for this, though. He had wanted, with such intense force, to be of some use to Saoirse. To make her own suffering just a little bearable. He closed his eyes as he walked, his face frozen in a mask of disgust at the images he had seen. Images that he would never be able to cast aside or bury. They'd always be there...He hoped, at least...this made things a little easier on Saoirse. She saw enough with each request she got, best to not send her out to actually rummage through the bodies...
Once Tune arrived in the little village where Saoirse had taken to staying, he headed directly for their home. The family of the deceased were staying with Saoirse until he returned. Making his way through the dusty, unpaved street of the old village, he came to stand before the door to his and Saoirse's house, one hand lifted but not yet knocking. He hesitated, his tail twitching behind him and the bud that wait there swaying with it. Before he had a chance to knock, the door opened and the mother of the deceased stood before him, leaving Tune's throat tightening. He could not speak, but he gave the sign for 'Sorry.' These people did not read signs, though, so he stepped inside and moved towards Saoirse, who was already rising from her chair and moving to meet him. She knew the outcome already, the expression on his face as well as the lack of another behind him gave her all that she needed to know.
Saoirse took Tune's paw in her own and clutched it tightly, her eyes searching his own and removing some of his sorrow to bear upon herself. The sorrow rising to her eyes in a flood of tears. It was the weight they had to bear. The weight she was born with and the weight he had wished for so as the help ease her load. Tune stood, listening to the muffled sounds of voices around him as the family of the deceased spoke to Saoirse. They knew too, that their family member, their child, would not be returning. The female of the two fell into the floor, her knees folded under her and face buried in her hands. It was the male that stepped towards Tune, Saoirse signing to Tune that they'd like the memories.
Tune moved his tail, the vine creeping up before them and rising until the bud lie before them for all to see. The woman never ceased her sobbing, but the man watched the bud with increasing dread. These were memories of actual events. Not well wishes or hopes, or dreams, or last will and testaments. It was only a memory of events that had taken place at any given length of time before the target had died. The longer the target had been dead, the shorter the memories stored in the bud would be. This current bud had just a little over a days worth of memories stored inside. Memories that, if these two chose to view, they would practically live the last moments of the deceased.
Saoirse stepped aside as the bud was removed and given to the father, whom took the bud and crouched down to his wife. They did not have to view the memories, in this case Tune wished they wouldn't. But they almost always chose to view them. The wife glanced up to her husband before shaking her head and turning away. It seemed to be enough for her to know that her child simply wasn't coming back. The husband, on the other hand...Saoirse was familiar with what was about to happen, as was Tune. The bud was opened and the man was sent into a trance. The entire memories of the deceased's last day or so flooded into their mind. They experienced all of their suffering, everything they had smelt, felt, tasted, heard, and seen. Everything. Every cry for help, plea for mercy...and the denial of it. Until the very moment when their world had flooded black and death had taken them.
Saoirse grasped the bucket and Tune slipped behind the man before he fell over. Between the two, they helped the man as he began wailing, thrashing, crying and cursing the name of Kasdeya, the demon King. Saoirse, herself, cried with the man until he had fallen to the floor and simply wept with his wife in quiet, heaving sobs. They'd be like this for a while...but they'd need their time. Saorise and Tune would let them have it. Sadly...this never got any easier.
((Word count 1,999 words))
Three extra's have been combined with permission.
-----------------The story of Tune----------------------
My past? So you'd like to know a little about the man I am now and how I came to be this way? It was not any natural way...Far from it...
I used to belong to a traveling troupe. A collection of people from all over the world, with many different talents. Some were seers, some were musicians, some were simply men or women who had spent a lifetime or more honing a craft and couldn't bear to stay in one place for long. I, myself, was a singer. A storyteller. Yes, I was able to speak once....and see color...and hear...and -feel-. My senses were the same as yours, at the time. I was an average boy who had an exceptional talent for singing. My grandmother, my fathers mother, claimed my mother was a siren who stole my father away into the sea and left me behind for my old granny to care for. If you'd believe what she says, I enchanted the folk around me any time I held even the smallest of tunes, quiet as it may have been.
I never knew my parents, though I imagine them to be as average as any other. I simply loved to sing and was born with a voice for it. It was not some magic that drew the folk around me. Just the wonder of a good story and the fancy idea of how fun it must be to travel the world with the troupe. Females and males alike seemed to fawn over me, though I'd never really cared for the idea of a relationship. I cared not to settle down in the slightest, for I as well fancied the life of travel. It was a fantastic thing. Seeing new faces, visiting new places, learning tales from different regions. For everyone seemed to have a different story to tell and I soaked each and every one of them up, only to retell them to a different people.
As I aged, eventually I began to see similar faces as I returned to villages. Friends were made and I seemed to have what my grandmother referred to as a fan base or a following. It was in one of these villages that I came across the woman whom I have come to serve so loyally today. Though at the time she was no where near as strong as I see her today. The Saoirse of old was a timid, meek, dreadfully abused creature. The folk of her village were all seers, trading fortunes and sight of the future for coin, supplies, or pleasantries. These seers were known worldwide and were sought after by even those of royalty to learn of their future. Sadly, though, Saoirse was unable to tell the future like the rest of her people. Instead, she could only see past events. This, to the seers, was useless. They saw the future, it was what they did...so she had no place there.
Year after year my poor heart watched poor Saoirse become more beaten and lost. I don't think I knew the extent of my love for Saoirse, then. But I do know that I begged her multiple times to flee the village and come with me. The Seers may not find worth in her talent...but my troupe could. She had use to the world...she simply didn't see it. Alas, Saoirse, as hopeless as she may have seemed, still held faith that one day her people could see worth in her. She had some odd desire to be accepted by the village that shunned her and had attempted on multiple occasions to drown her. I knew I could not force her...but I feared that one day I would return to the village and I would learn that she was deceased. I later learned that the girls of the village whom fancied me were so jealous of my pursuit of Saoirse that they increased their abuse. Poor Saoirse was drowned, her body left to drift down the stream to whatever fate might have in store for it. As it turned out, fate was looking out for Saoirse and a wonderful healer rescued and revived her.
Saoirse's physical and mental health suffered greatly due to her ordeal, though thanks to the wonderful healer whom had found her Saoirse was well on her way to recovery when we stumbled upon her. She'd given up on the village and no longer desired to ever return. She didn't seem to harbor any hatred for the ones whom had attempted to murder her...Which is one of the many reasons I admire her so. She has always been so forgiving, compassionate and understanding. She had, after two years of not having seen her, taken to using her talent as I had originally suggested. People sought her out to learn the fate of lost family members or friends. There was a reason she'd been given the gift she had...and she was finally using it as it was meant to be used.....But it took its toll on her.
This is where my own story begins to change. I felt that I failed Saoirse by not being there for her. My heart ached for what might have been. I could have lost her...And even now, strong as she had become now that she was away from the village. Her gift came with a price. She would live the most recent moments of the one she was seeking, and more often than not those moments were not pleasant. She suffered torture after torture, and even then her gift did not always tell her if her target was still alive or deceased....I longed so desperately to be of assistance to her. My people knew folk, having traveled and traded tales as we did. So I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, how exactly I could give Saoirse what she needed. The wishmaster.
A being that was said to be ancient. A creature that could give you anything your heart desired...for a price. A being which I sought out without a second thought. It was said that making a deal with the Wishmaster was like making a deal with the devil. You simply could not win with them. Regardless of these tales, I sought them out without regard to my own well being or future. Saoirse was the only thing on my mind at the time. As it was also said, the Wishmaster will appear when there is a deal to be made, and appear they did. A lone hut high on a hill. I wondered how the thing was actually standing it looked so ancient. I entered the hut to an array of oddities, things I'd never even imagined, nor heard of. But my attention was stolen by the wishmaster. A deal, they inquired. What was it that I wanted?
Only to help her...
A deal was struck...I gave up partial use of four of my senses in exchange for a gift that would be of use to Saoirse. I am now color blind, deaf, mute, and I can not feel...anything. No pain, no pleasure. Touch simply feels like....like pressure. Light or intense. I could loose a finger and it'd simply feel as if it were being squeezed. No pain attached. I gave up these things in exchange for the ability to find any target I thought of, regardless of having seen them or knowing them. All I need do is think....Where is this mans daughter? And a light would form in my vision, guiding me to said daughter. Or a hum would form in my ears and I could follow the sound until the light grew bright enough for me to see.
It is with this gift that I returned to Saoirse. She mourned for my loss...A man whom had once sung so beautifully...Whom had traveled the world and loved it. Whom had never once desired anything more than what I'd had at that time. All of that was outweighed by my desire to be useful to Saoirse...to see her sorrow lessened a little. To ease the weight that she bore on her shoulders. I could now take her paw and she'd know that, once she had finished her part...I could finish the task. Together...She and I could give people closure. Few as the survivors may be that we find....I see relief and joy flash through her eyes the moment we enter the door. My heart will skip a beat and I know that everything has been worth it. She will take my arm in hers and we will watch as the families or couples embrace and weep against one another. Few as those moments are...
Everything I've given up make each and every one of them worthwhile....
That...is my story. And that is how I became the man I am today.
((Word count total 1,473))
user; K-Razors
name; Tune
pronouns; He/Him
Viscets used:
toyhou.se/2639329.saoirse - Saoirse
toyhou.se/1216972.nobody -The Wish master
---------------------A story of Retrieval----------------------
Tune stood, eyes closed and ears erected, though nothing reached them save a very muffled, drowned out whisper of the world around him. Tune was almost completely deaf, as he had been since the day made a request to the wishmaster. He could still hear, but it was like trying to hear while one was under water, that is, until the soft hum cut through the emptiness around him. A sound he had been searching for, the sound of the Lost. Tune turned his body towards the sound and opened his eyes to a dull world, void of color. A world that, for him, held nothing more than shades of grays. From a sky that had once been a gorgeous blue, to the grass beneath his feet that had once been green.
The hum was distant and slowly fading, never a good sign... Tune was dispatched after his companion Saoirse had received a request for help. Saoirse could see past and present events and was perfect for those who were seeking lost or displaced family. Now that Saoirse had given Tune the general location, it was his task to seek and find the intended target. As long as he was within a close enough range, his target could be located through his lovely little 'gift'. Though the world around Tune stood dull, soundless, and colorless, it was when he had a target in mind that the world gained a little color and sound. Not much, but just enough. Tune had traveled to the location that Saoirse had seen in her visions and he'd need only wander around a short while before he had heard the hum. A hum that was very close to a vibration, it tickled his ears and drew his eyes towards the sound. As he moved, the sound became a color, not much, just a dull, slightly glowing pink.
Passing one tree after the next, the forest he had found himself in showed signs of others having passed through in a hurry. Broken branches, churned earth where an apparent scuffle had taken places. He could see dark patches here and there that were assumed to be blood. Scratches in the trunks of trees from claws or weapons...And as he drew closer towards the hum and glow, there began a trickle of the deceased. Remnants of a battle. Kasdeya's hell creatures took sport in scattering folk so they could hunt them down. Most were half consumed or simply toyed with until they finally died. What a horrible sight. Tune closed his eyes, his stomach unable to take any more of what lie before him. He walked a little slower, allowing only his ears to guide him. Occasionally he would peek out at the world to ensure there were no large drops or the like in front of him.
Finally, Tune's whole body seemed to vibrate with the hum, he was almost directly upon the target he was searching for. He stopped, his eyes still tightly closed. He was afraid. Too afraid to open them. The increase in bodies that surrounded him had him clenching his fists and his entire body stood tense in the forest. He rarely expected to find a target alive, almost every target he was sent in search for was deceased. The only thing the requester wanted was closure. For, what if their mother, sister, son, daughter or cousin was still alive? It was always 'What if?' And sometimes...rarely, they were. But this time...Tune knew deep in his soul that this was not one of those rare times.
Ever so slowly Tune began to open his eyes, just slits. Just enough to see a hand, a foot, the dark patches of almost-black on the earth that signified blood. Just a little more...he opened his eyes...Tunes stomach lurched and he moved a paw to cover his mouth, attempting to hold back the bile that rose in his throat. It never got any easier...Never. He opened his eyes now, completely, to the massive pile of bodies, half eaten, ripped apart, some not even recognizable as anything that had once been living. These people had experienced excruciating amounts of pain. They had suffered a horrendous fate at the hands of Kasdeya's demon soldiers. Clenched fists slowly opened, Tunes hands now trembling with the thought of what he must do. He needed to find the body of the Lost....Which meant that he'd have to dig through the pile until they were uncovered. Taking a deep breath only to discover that was a mistake. Tune turned and relieved himself of his breakfast, wiping his mouth once his stomach was empty. Turning back to the pile, he stepped forward and began his work.
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It had taken most of the day, the sun's light having begun to fade by time he found the body. The hum now was loud, but not so loud as it had been before. He had gotten here just in time, else he might have never been able to find the target. The longer they were deceased the harder it was to find them. Their 'mark' on the world faded, just like everything else. Wiped away by rot and decay.
Thankfully the body of the target was not as mangled as some of the others, so Tune was able to collect them and pull them from the pile to lay separate from the others. He needed distance between the target and the others. So as not to accidentally collect memories from someone else in the process.
That vine like tail of Tunes swept around him and began to curl around the body of the target, Tune's eyes closing as he focused. Another 'gift' of his was called forth now. The vine-like tail seeming to split here and there, tiny little tendrils sinking into the body of the deceased and 'absorbing' their last moments. A soft, pink glow began to collect through the vine tail, ascending its length and choosing a spot somewhere halfway along its length. The glow of memories collect there until a little bud began to form. A tiny little sprout that grew as the memories filled it up. It didn't bloom, though. No, that would only happen when it was given to the ones whom had requested it. The glow eventually cease and the memories were collected as far back as he was able to retrieve. The older the body, the less memory he could obtain from it. Thankfully, this would be just enough for the family to see what had happened up to a day before the target had...expired.
The body was released, gently, and Tune stayed where he was so he could say a quiet prayer for those whom had suffered so greatly. Kasdeya would get hers eventually. She was ravaging the land, but eventually this war would end. She would get what was coming to her...and there would be peace again. Or so he prayed.
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The journey out of the forest and back home was uneventful, Tune knew he should not dally, but bearing the weight of the memories of the deceased left his body moving slowly. His feet dragged and he felt like the world around him was even more dull than it had ever been before. He knew these things to be all in his head, and no matter how many times he completed his job it never became any easier. He had asked for this, though. He had wanted, with such intense force, to be of some use to Saoirse. To make her own suffering just a little bearable. He closed his eyes as he walked, his face frozen in a mask of disgust at the images he had seen. Images that he would never be able to cast aside or bury. They'd always be there...He hoped, at least...this made things a little easier on Saoirse. She saw enough with each request she got, best to not send her out to actually rummage through the bodies...
Once Tune arrived in the little village where Saoirse had taken to staying, he headed directly for their home. The family of the deceased were staying with Saoirse until he returned. Making his way through the dusty, unpaved street of the old village, he came to stand before the door to his and Saoirse's house, one hand lifted but not yet knocking. He hesitated, his tail twitching behind him and the bud that wait there swaying with it. Before he had a chance to knock, the door opened and the mother of the deceased stood before him, leaving Tune's throat tightening. He could not speak, but he gave the sign for 'Sorry.' These people did not read signs, though, so he stepped inside and moved towards Saoirse, who was already rising from her chair and moving to meet him. She knew the outcome already, the expression on his face as well as the lack of another behind him gave her all that she needed to know.
Saoirse took Tune's paw in her own and clutched it tightly, her eyes searching his own and removing some of his sorrow to bear upon herself. The sorrow rising to her eyes in a flood of tears. It was the weight they had to bear. The weight she was born with and the weight he had wished for so as the help ease her load. Tune stood, listening to the muffled sounds of voices around him as the family of the deceased spoke to Saoirse. They knew too, that their family member, their child, would not be returning. The female of the two fell into the floor, her knees folded under her and face buried in her hands. It was the male that stepped towards Tune, Saoirse signing to Tune that they'd like the memories.
Tune moved his tail, the vine creeping up before them and rising until the bud lie before them for all to see. The woman never ceased her sobbing, but the man watched the bud with increasing dread. These were memories of actual events. Not well wishes or hopes, or dreams, or last will and testaments. It was only a memory of events that had taken place at any given length of time before the target had died. The longer the target had been dead, the shorter the memories stored in the bud would be. This current bud had just a little over a days worth of memories stored inside. Memories that, if these two chose to view, they would practically live the last moments of the deceased.
Saoirse stepped aside as the bud was removed and given to the father, whom took the bud and crouched down to his wife. They did not have to view the memories, in this case Tune wished they wouldn't. But they almost always chose to view them. The wife glanced up to her husband before shaking her head and turning away. It seemed to be enough for her to know that her child simply wasn't coming back. The husband, on the other hand...Saoirse was familiar with what was about to happen, as was Tune. The bud was opened and the man was sent into a trance. The entire memories of the deceased's last day or so flooded into their mind. They experienced all of their suffering, everything they had smelt, felt, tasted, heard, and seen. Everything. Every cry for help, plea for mercy...and the denial of it. Until the very moment when their world had flooded black and death had taken them.
Saoirse grasped the bucket and Tune slipped behind the man before he fell over. Between the two, they helped the man as he began wailing, thrashing, crying and cursing the name of Kasdeya, the demon King. Saoirse, herself, cried with the man until he had fallen to the floor and simply wept with his wife in quiet, heaving sobs. They'd be like this for a while...but they'd need their time. Saorise and Tune would let them have it. Sadly...this never got any easier.
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-----------------The story of Tune----------------------
My past? So you'd like to know a little about the man I am now and how I came to be this way? It was not any natural way...Far from it...
I used to belong to a traveling troupe. A collection of people from all over the world, with many different talents. Some were seers, some were musicians, some were simply men or women who had spent a lifetime or more honing a craft and couldn't bear to stay in one place for long. I, myself, was a singer. A storyteller. Yes, I was able to speak once....and see color...and hear...and -feel-. My senses were the same as yours, at the time. I was an average boy who had an exceptional talent for singing. My grandmother, my fathers mother, claimed my mother was a siren who stole my father away into the sea and left me behind for my old granny to care for. If you'd believe what she says, I enchanted the folk around me any time I held even the smallest of tunes, quiet as it may have been.
I never knew my parents, though I imagine them to be as average as any other. I simply loved to sing and was born with a voice for it. It was not some magic that drew the folk around me. Just the wonder of a good story and the fancy idea of how fun it must be to travel the world with the troupe. Females and males alike seemed to fawn over me, though I'd never really cared for the idea of a relationship. I cared not to settle down in the slightest, for I as well fancied the life of travel. It was a fantastic thing. Seeing new faces, visiting new places, learning tales from different regions. For everyone seemed to have a different story to tell and I soaked each and every one of them up, only to retell them to a different people.
As I aged, eventually I began to see similar faces as I returned to villages. Friends were made and I seemed to have what my grandmother referred to as a fan base or a following. It was in one of these villages that I came across the woman whom I have come to serve so loyally today. Though at the time she was no where near as strong as I see her today. The Saoirse of old was a timid, meek, dreadfully abused creature. The folk of her village were all seers, trading fortunes and sight of the future for coin, supplies, or pleasantries. These seers were known worldwide and were sought after by even those of royalty to learn of their future. Sadly, though, Saoirse was unable to tell the future like the rest of her people. Instead, she could only see past events. This, to the seers, was useless. They saw the future, it was what they did...so she had no place there.
Year after year my poor heart watched poor Saoirse become more beaten and lost. I don't think I knew the extent of my love for Saoirse, then. But I do know that I begged her multiple times to flee the village and come with me. The Seers may not find worth in her talent...but my troupe could. She had use to the world...she simply didn't see it. Alas, Saoirse, as hopeless as she may have seemed, still held faith that one day her people could see worth in her. She had some odd desire to be accepted by the village that shunned her and had attempted on multiple occasions to drown her. I knew I could not force her...but I feared that one day I would return to the village and I would learn that she was deceased. I later learned that the girls of the village whom fancied me were so jealous of my pursuit of Saoirse that they increased their abuse. Poor Saoirse was drowned, her body left to drift down the stream to whatever fate might have in store for it. As it turned out, fate was looking out for Saoirse and a wonderful healer rescued and revived her.
Saoirse's physical and mental health suffered greatly due to her ordeal, though thanks to the wonderful healer whom had found her Saoirse was well on her way to recovery when we stumbled upon her. She'd given up on the village and no longer desired to ever return. She didn't seem to harbor any hatred for the ones whom had attempted to murder her...Which is one of the many reasons I admire her so. She has always been so forgiving, compassionate and understanding. She had, after two years of not having seen her, taken to using her talent as I had originally suggested. People sought her out to learn the fate of lost family members or friends. There was a reason she'd been given the gift she had...and she was finally using it as it was meant to be used.....But it took its toll on her.
This is where my own story begins to change. I felt that I failed Saoirse by not being there for her. My heart ached for what might have been. I could have lost her...And even now, strong as she had become now that she was away from the village. Her gift came with a price. She would live the most recent moments of the one she was seeking, and more often than not those moments were not pleasant. She suffered torture after torture, and even then her gift did not always tell her if her target was still alive or deceased....I longed so desperately to be of assistance to her. My people knew folk, having traveled and traded tales as we did. So I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, how exactly I could give Saoirse what she needed. The wishmaster.
A being that was said to be ancient. A creature that could give you anything your heart desired...for a price. A being which I sought out without a second thought. It was said that making a deal with the Wishmaster was like making a deal with the devil. You simply could not win with them. Regardless of these tales, I sought them out without regard to my own well being or future. Saoirse was the only thing on my mind at the time. As it was also said, the Wishmaster will appear when there is a deal to be made, and appear they did. A lone hut high on a hill. I wondered how the thing was actually standing it looked so ancient. I entered the hut to an array of oddities, things I'd never even imagined, nor heard of. But my attention was stolen by the wishmaster. A deal, they inquired. What was it that I wanted?
Only to help her...
A deal was struck...I gave up partial use of four of my senses in exchange for a gift that would be of use to Saoirse. I am now color blind, deaf, mute, and I can not feel...anything. No pain, no pleasure. Touch simply feels like....like pressure. Light or intense. I could loose a finger and it'd simply feel as if it were being squeezed. No pain attached. I gave up these things in exchange for the ability to find any target I thought of, regardless of having seen them or knowing them. All I need do is think....Where is this mans daughter? And a light would form in my vision, guiding me to said daughter. Or a hum would form in my ears and I could follow the sound until the light grew bright enough for me to see.
It is with this gift that I returned to Saoirse. She mourned for my loss...A man whom had once sung so beautifully...Whom had traveled the world and loved it. Whom had never once desired anything more than what I'd had at that time. All of that was outweighed by my desire to be useful to Saoirse...to see her sorrow lessened a little. To ease the weight that she bore on her shoulders. I could now take her paw and she'd know that, once she had finished her part...I could finish the task. Together...She and I could give people closure. Few as the survivors may be that we find....I see relief and joy flash through her eyes the moment we enter the door. My heart will skip a beat and I know that everything has been worth it. She will take my arm in hers and we will watch as the families or couples embrace and weep against one another. Few as those moments are...
Everything I've given up make each and every one of them worthwhile....
That...is my story. And that is how I became the man I am today.
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::Username::
K-Razors
::Name::
Nareena (Celtic, means Content). Nara for sort.
::Gender::
Female.
::Story::
One foot in front of the other, this is how Nara lived her life. Each step seeming to propel her forward miles at a time while her nose never lifted from the book in hand. In the opposite hand as the book, she held a tall oak staff. A staff that has been passed down from generation to generation, each one who held her job had also held this staff in hand. A staff that seemed to direct the wielder on their journey, projecting a little green light towards the direction they were meant to travel. "Hmm..." The always present smile that etched over Nara's face was revealed as she finally lowered the book and cast her gaze about the constantly changing land before her. What had once been a very feint green light cast by her staff was now steadily growing more bright. She still had a ways to go, though, so never once did she pause in her path forward. "What is it we are search for, this time, hmm?" She questioned to no one, though to her and only her, the staff gave a soft vibrating hum. Low and intense, leaving the vibration traveling up her palm, through her arm, and up to her shoulder. "Mmm...I see..." Her smile never faltered, despite the worry in her tone.
Nara was one of only three who held her job title. Three Druids out of the entire isles held the task of seeking out the last of the mythics. Creatures which the world had hunted to near extinction. Beings which were nothing but fairy tales to those that lived on Nexxus. Creatures such as nymphs, unicorns, selkies, kelpies, and all manner of beings. Oftentimes Nara or the others were tasked with finding herbs or flowers or trees that were similarly endangered or considered myth. Most of the time Nara did not know what she was looking for. The staff was her guide, the staff felt the presence of the most in need creature and would lead Nara towards it. Nara had been following the current path for some time now, having needed to cross the ocean and enter a land she had not seen in ages. A land that, now, seemed charred and desolate...
That ever present smile began to falter...
Never did this job get any easier...Nara thought to herself. But never before had there been such a desperate need to collect these mythics than it was now. The natural world was cruel enough through time, but now, the Demon King Kasdeya was making things worse. The wicked female had been slowly swallowing up the upper crust, bringing hell to everything she touched. Only the drifting isles was safe for these creatures, now. The set of islands which the Druids had long ago lifted into the air and concealed from the world. A set of islands that constantly moved from place to place so as to avoid detection. A place that would soon be the only safety for Druid and mythics both.
The land continued to change, darkness eating up the world around Nara, the sky filled with heavy clouds and the scorched land around her blackened from flames long since past. Another step and she found herself just off the path of a completely obliterated town. Every single building was torched to nothing, black bones of their foundation sticking up here and there from the ashes....
Her smile was now a frown, a deep, concerned frown.
The Druid woman increased her pace, her ears perked forward and eyes locked on the beam before her, a beam that soon flashed before her and became so bright she needed to briefly shield her eyes. Nara stopped within the charred remains of a forest, her ears assaulted instantly by a loud wailing. A heart wrenching sound that tore through the air and almost crippled Nara with the pain that seared through it. Never did this job get any easier...
Nara released the fast travel spell she had been using, allowing herself to take normal, single steps. There was no need, now, to travel miles, for she had reached her destination. She stay quiet as she move, following her ears towards the sound of the cries. Around her there was nothing but charred trees, void of any leaves or foliage. Just death...Nothing would grow here for a very long time. Passing through a collection of fallen trees, she paused, her heart skipping a beat as she saw the huddled child next to the charred body of her mother. A mother that had been a Dryad, a wood nymph. They would not have been able to leave the forest when it caught fire...for they were bound to either one specific tree or the forest itself. When their tree died...so did they.
As Nara moved forward, viewing the body of the mother. The mother was curled up tight, her body clearly protecting something in its center. Nara didn't need to look to know what it was. The little sprout...the child's tree that was only barely grown. "Child..." Nara spoke gently, though the child ignored her. Using her staff, Nara began to sing a lullaby, one filled with soothing tunes and spells alike. The child's heaving shoulders began to slow, though the sobbing never ceased entirely. "Oh little one..." Nara's voice was gentle as she crouched and placed a hand on the weeping child's head. A soothing spell was cast again. Sending the child into a peaceful slumber. A prayer was said for the brave mother, whom Nara turned to ash soon after. The little sprout poked its head up from the ash of her mother and sought out the suns light. A sun which was currently covered by dark clouds.
"You'll find peace, child, and a place to properly mourn...." Carefully, Nara collected the child's sprout in a little magical bubble, the child's physical body vanishing for now, her spirit kept within the sprout. It was time to continue on...Her journey never ends.
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::History (Extra 1)::
Nara was raised on the isles, though neither of her parents were druids. Nara was simply an orphan, a casualty of the wars that constantly raged upon the surface of the Nexxus. It was not common for the Druids to take orphans upon the islands, though for Nara an exception was made due to the manner in which they found her as a child.
Nara was found surrounded by a collection of equally orphaned beasts and creatures. Some of which the Druids refer to as 'Myth' or 'Mythics'. Creatures which, to the surface world, do not actually exist, or which are predominantly extinct. Creatures which Nara, a child of no more than 6 at the time, had soothed and was currently tending the wounds of or finding food for. The child, of course, had help from a fellow Naiad child, A water nymph. The two children were doing their best to help anyone or anything that they found who needed it, all suffering from the war that tore across the land.
Nara was taken to the isle with her fellow creatures, tended to and healed. Though instead of return the orphan to the land below, the elder of the isle chose to search the girls affinity, having heard of how she was found. It was found that Nara bore almost every single trait needed to become a Seeker. One of the few druids whom bore a staff created from a branch of the massive oak that sat in the middle of the main, largest isle of the floating islands. A seeker needed to be compassionate and empathetic, to have basic understanding of the suffering of others. Nara even held a natural affinity for specific soothing traits and magics. Able to quell even raging beasts with a gentle touch or soft word.
It seemed that Nara was born for the job, all she need do was be educated. Basic classes were given to learn to read and write, and soon after she was taught ancient languages and runes. She was given arcane knowledge and books that she drew knowledge of all manner of creatures from. She was taught basic first aid as well as healing magics and herbology. The girl was even taught how to fight or protect herself with physical and magical attacks. None of which she had such an affinity for as soothing and calming. Her second greatest talent being healing. Despite this, though, Nara became a well rounded druid who eventually obtained her own staff, a thing of knowledge and power. A staff that, upon ceremony, was bound to Nara and would guide her and only her.
Nara stood with pride and shook the hands of two other Seekers. Becoming the third Seeker of the isle, taking upon a job that was both devastatingly important as well as...sometimes...devastatingly crippling to the spirit. She was given a lifelong mission of rescue...and she was sure to take such a position deadly serious. With this...her journey began.
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Nara was raised on the isles, though neither of her parents were druids. Nara was simply an orphan, a casualty of the wars that constantly raged upon the surface of the Nexxus. It was not common for the Druids to take orphans upon the islands, though for Nara an exception was made due to the manner in which they found her as a child.
Nara was found surrounded by a collection of equally orphaned beasts and creatures. Some of which the Druids refer to as 'Myth' or 'Mythics'. Creatures which, to the surface world, do not actually exist, or which are predominantly extinct. Creatures which Nara, a child of no more than 6 at the time, had soothed and was currently tending the wounds of or finding food for. The child, of course, had help from a fellow Naiad child, A water nymph. The two children were doing their best to help anyone or anything that they found who needed it, all suffering from the war that tore across the land.
Nara was taken to the isle with her fellow creatures, tended to and healed. Though instead of return the orphan to the land below, the elder of the isle chose to search the girls affinity, having heard of how she was found. It was found that Nara bore almost every single trait needed to become a Seeker. One of the few druids whom bore a staff created from a branch of the massive oak that sat in the middle of the main, largest isle of the floating islands. A seeker needed to be compassionate and empathetic, to have basic understanding of the suffering of others. Nara even held a natural affinity for specific soothing traits and magics. Able to quell even raging beasts with a gentle touch or soft word.
It seemed that Nara was born for the job, all she need do was be educated. Basic classes were given to learn to read and write, and soon after she was taught ancient languages and runes. She was given arcane knowledge and books that she drew knowledge of all manner of creatures from. She was taught basic first aid as well as healing magics and herbology. The girl was even taught how to fight or protect herself with physical and magical attacks. None of which she had such an affinity for as soothing and calming. Her second greatest talent being healing. Despite this, though, Nara became a well rounded druid who eventually obtained her own staff, a thing of knowledge and power. A staff that, upon ceremony, was bound to Nara and would guide her and only her.
Nara stood with pride and shook the hands of two other Seekers. Becoming the third Seeker of the isle, taking upon a job that was both devastatingly important as well as...sometimes...devastatingly crippling to the spirit. She was given a lifelong mission of rescue...and she was sure to take such a position deadly serious. With this...her journey began.
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