11-07-2016, 12:45 AM
Rasteva studied the markings on the cave walls with some level of interest. They clearly weren’t natural, a sure indicator of indigenous life in the area. And the once empty fire pit that Valerie was busy stoking to life only reaffirmed that. The Daemon let a soft rumble, having more questions than answers. They could only hope that their companion was capable of answering them.Valerie’s chatter was somewhat soothing, much preferable to the dead silence interspersed with howling winds out on the plains. Even the Ravens as pleasant as their company was, weren’t quite the same as a companion that could actually speak. A sudden gesture from the Mage caught Rasteva’s attention, and the metal behemoth turned from the cave wall to stare down at them.
Flowers were not a gift that Rasteva was used to receiving, but they graciously accepted the small plant all the same. “Ah, a small gift for me? How kind of you. I shall do my very best to keep it safe.” The metal figure rumbled thoughtfully, not sure of what quite to do with the strange plant as they certainly didn’t have pockets to place it in, and setting aside after just receiving it seemed quite rude. Settling on a decision, the Daemon paced the plant’s stem in a small gap between the metal plate on their left pauldron. One of the Raven’s hopped from Rasteva’s horns to inspect it closely, warbling softly. Shooing the bird away, the Daemon was only barely aware of what Valerie said next.
Rasteva was taken slightly aback at the man’s question, though not quite as much watching him bleed green. That was certainly a new one. Having long since set the animal corpses on the cave floor, the Daemon settled themselves heavily on the ground near the fire. They could gain no benefit from it personally, but the Ravens were pleased by the new source of warmth and quickly flapped down from Rasteva’s horns to settle themselves closer to the small fire. Once they had made themselves comfortable, Rasteva addressed their travelling companion. “Remove my armor? Little one I AM my armor. And in turn it is me. What you see here is not protection, it is my own body.” The Daemon lifted a large metal hand, and with the other pried it off completely. A cloud of smoke, so black that it absorbed all light and reflected none erupted from the armored figure’s metal wrist. “This body is only real in the vaguest sense.” Screwing their hand back onto their wrist, the Daemon moved each clawed finger one by one as if testing them. “Do not ask me to do that again if you would. Losing parts tends to end as poorly for me as it would for you.”
Rasteva’s burning eye moved around their visor of its own accord, both seeing and blind at once. “I must ask, what would bring you out into such a harsh land friend, might you be lost as well?” The Daemon let out a low metallic rumble, the sound oddly thoughtful somehow. “I am...Not from here I will confess. Or anywhere for that matter, but that is a story best saved for another time.” Rasteva’s eye suddenly halted its orbit around their visor, snapping to focus on the small man at the other side of the fire. “Are you warm enough? Do you require food? I know that to be something your kind have a particular need for.” Rasteva was surprised that Valerie had managed to make the trip without complaint, if the man’s coloration and violent shivering had been any indication the short journey to the cave hadn’t been easy on them.The Daemon pointed a large metal claw towards the animal corpses resting nearby. “I suppose you may take what you need from those. They were to be gifted to one of the Dragons of this land, but only one of them may be enough.” Granted Rasteva wasn’t sure of that, but when dealing with Dragons one could never be sure what would set them off. All the same, the Daemon did not want to appear rude, especially after being given a gift earlier before.
“Now then. Do you reside here in this place? Or were you pulled here like I was? I recall the God of this world saying that there were others like me, but it has left me at a bit of a loss. I am not sure what he meant or even who. Did he mean that this world is filled with countless souls as lost as I am?” Rasteva’s burning eye blinked out of existence briefly as if they were mulling over their thoughts before it reappeared once more. “That does not strike me as an efficient way of running a reality.” The Daemon lifted a metal gauntlet, waving it in the air as if to brush of their previous thoughts. “Ah, I apologize for rambling on. I have many questions and here I’ve not given you the chance to answer any of them. Please, tell me how it is that you came to be here.”
Flowers were not a gift that Rasteva was used to receiving, but they graciously accepted the small plant all the same. “Ah, a small gift for me? How kind of you. I shall do my very best to keep it safe.” The metal figure rumbled thoughtfully, not sure of what quite to do with the strange plant as they certainly didn’t have pockets to place it in, and setting aside after just receiving it seemed quite rude. Settling on a decision, the Daemon paced the plant’s stem in a small gap between the metal plate on their left pauldron. One of the Raven’s hopped from Rasteva’s horns to inspect it closely, warbling softly. Shooing the bird away, the Daemon was only barely aware of what Valerie said next.
Rasteva was taken slightly aback at the man’s question, though not quite as much watching him bleed green. That was certainly a new one. Having long since set the animal corpses on the cave floor, the Daemon settled themselves heavily on the ground near the fire. They could gain no benefit from it personally, but the Ravens were pleased by the new source of warmth and quickly flapped down from Rasteva’s horns to settle themselves closer to the small fire. Once they had made themselves comfortable, Rasteva addressed their travelling companion. “Remove my armor? Little one I AM my armor. And in turn it is me. What you see here is not protection, it is my own body.” The Daemon lifted a large metal hand, and with the other pried it off completely. A cloud of smoke, so black that it absorbed all light and reflected none erupted from the armored figure’s metal wrist. “This body is only real in the vaguest sense.” Screwing their hand back onto their wrist, the Daemon moved each clawed finger one by one as if testing them. “Do not ask me to do that again if you would. Losing parts tends to end as poorly for me as it would for you.”
Rasteva’s burning eye moved around their visor of its own accord, both seeing and blind at once. “I must ask, what would bring you out into such a harsh land friend, might you be lost as well?” The Daemon let out a low metallic rumble, the sound oddly thoughtful somehow. “I am...Not from here I will confess. Or anywhere for that matter, but that is a story best saved for another time.” Rasteva’s eye suddenly halted its orbit around their visor, snapping to focus on the small man at the other side of the fire. “Are you warm enough? Do you require food? I know that to be something your kind have a particular need for.” Rasteva was surprised that Valerie had managed to make the trip without complaint, if the man’s coloration and violent shivering had been any indication the short journey to the cave hadn’t been easy on them.The Daemon pointed a large metal claw towards the animal corpses resting nearby. “I suppose you may take what you need from those. They were to be gifted to one of the Dragons of this land, but only one of them may be enough.” Granted Rasteva wasn’t sure of that, but when dealing with Dragons one could never be sure what would set them off. All the same, the Daemon did not want to appear rude, especially after being given a gift earlier before.
“Now then. Do you reside here in this place? Or were you pulled here like I was? I recall the God of this world saying that there were others like me, but it has left me at a bit of a loss. I am not sure what he meant or even who. Did he mean that this world is filled with countless souls as lost as I am?” Rasteva’s burning eye blinked out of existence briefly as if they were mulling over their thoughts before it reappeared once more. “That does not strike me as an efficient way of running a reality.” The Daemon lifted a metal gauntlet, waving it in the air as if to brush of their previous thoughts. “Ah, I apologize for rambling on. I have many questions and here I’ve not given you the chance to answer any of them. Please, tell me how it is that you came to be here.”
Everybody makes mistakes. Mine was bothering to get out of bed this morning.