Tale:Fear of Death - Revision history

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	"This is Habib, my camel; well, he's mine ''now''." She slapped its hump. "This thing can store so much food and water, he can go for weeks without either! And, he can carry our stuff." Vand's eyes moved to the massive pack on the camel's grand saddle. ''Clearly, she is serious about leaving '''now,''''' he thought. He was picked up and placed in front of the camel's hump by Maryam, and subsequently she got up behind its hump and took the reins. Maryam kicked the camel's rear and called out for it to run, and so it ran, as Vand watched Beit-Tiemat get smaller and smaller. ''Good riddance, what '''in Hell''' was up with them anyways?''		"This is Habib, my camel; well, he's mine ''now''." She slapped its hump. "This thing can store so much food and water, he can go for weeks without either! And, he can carry our stuff." Vand's eyes moved to the massive pack on the camel's grand saddle. ''Clearly, she is serious about leaving '''now,''''' he thought. He was picked up and placed in front of the camel's hump by Maryam, and subsequently she got up behind its hump and took the reins. Maryam kicked the camel's rear and called out for it to run, and so it ran, as Vand watched Beit-Tiemat get smaller and smaller. ''Good riddance, what '''in Hell''' was up with them anyways?''

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Sword-of-stabbing at 16:51, April 15, 2025

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	~~Preceded~~ ~~by:~~ [[Tale:Breach\|Breach]]		\| left = [[Tale:Breach\|Breach]]
		⚫	\| right = [[Tale:To the City\|To the City]]

			}}
⚫	~~Succeeded~~ ~~by:~~ [[Tale:To the City\|To the City]]
	<blockquote>'''''They cannot see the stars. Not truly. They see them as a cloak over the World, rather than their Truth.'''''		<blockquote>'''''They cannot see the stars. Not truly. They see them as a cloak over the World, rather than their Truth.'''''

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Sword-of-stabbing: Kobolds are hatched not born

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Kobolds are hatched not born

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	A voice like crashing waves echoed through the cave: "Young man," the voice addressed, clearly being of superior judgement to most people Vand had met, "be not afraid, for I shall not harm you." Well he ''hadn't'' expected harm, but now...still, he listened attentively, "The challenges ahead of you are great; the darkness within you is greater. I sense you already know of what I speak. I give you this warning: your drive for death is powerful, but let it consume you not. Lust for your grave and that of others must be faced with temperance. The sea brings death, I confess, but I implore that you do not give in to the void!" And who was this voice to tell him what to do? Wait, what was he thinking?! Of course he needed to control himself!		A voice like crashing waves echoed through the cave: "Young man," the voice addressed, clearly being of superior judgement to most people Vand had met, "be not afraid, for I shall not harm you." Well he ''hadn't'' expected harm, but now...still, he listened attentively, "The challenges ahead of you are great; the darkness within you is greater. I sense you already know of what I speak. I give you this warning: your drive for death is powerful, but let it consume you not. Lust for your grave and that of others must be faced with temperance. The sea brings death, I confess, but I implore that you do not give in to the void!" And who was this voice to tell him what to do? Wait, what was he thinking?! Of course he needed to control himself!

	"Please," he begged, "tell me, what's wrong with me? Am I a demon of some sort? Was my ~~birth~~ as a seventh child truly a curse?"		"Please," he begged, "tell me, what's wrong with me? Am I a demon of some sort? Was my hatching as a seventh child truly a curse?"

	"I cannot tell you what you are, for I do not comprehend it myself. All that I know is the great void of darkness I felt upon your entry in my spring. I have done all I can to relieve you."		"I cannot tell you what you are, for I do not comprehend it myself. All that I know is the great void of darkness I felt upon your entry in my spring. I have done all I can to relieve you."

Sword-of-stabbing at 02:16, March 14, 2025

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	Preceded by: [[Tale:Breach\|Breach]]		Preceded by: [[Tale:Breach\|Breach]]

	Succeeded by: [[Tale:To the City\|To the City]]		Succeeded by: [[Tale:To the City\|To the City]]
	<blockquote>'''''They cannot see the stars. Not truly. They see them as a cloak over the World, rather than their Truth.'''''		<blockquote>'''''They cannot see the stars. Not truly. They see them as a cloak over the World, rather than their Truth.'''''

Sword-of-stabbing at 02:03, March 14, 2025

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			Succeeded by: [[Tale:To the City\|To the City]]
	<blockquote>'''''They cannot see the stars. Not truly. They see them as a cloak over the World, rather than their Truth.'''''		<blockquote>'''''They cannot see the stars. Not truly. They see them as a cloak over the World, rather than their Truth.'''''

Sword-of-stabbing at 23:17, March 10, 2025

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	Vand unfastened the brooch on his cloak and let it fall to the floor. It was waterproof, and he had generally not worried about getting it dirty. He felt a bit underdressed already, given he hadn't taken his cloak off since his ascent, but he did feel a bit odd after the events at the castle. Maybe he really did need to be cleansed; perhaps Maryam was right. He took off his rucksack and slipped his stolen rings as well as the Needle into it, then wrapped his cloak around it. He almost wondered if the dagger's secret had been a dream, thought up while he was magically bound to the altar; still, he knew better. It had to have been real. He took off his belt next, made of the hide of Styx goats; it made him confident in his climbing skills. He listened carefully to make sure there was nobody nearby. He took off his trousers, then his tunic, and hesitated before stepping into the spring.		Vand unfastened the brooch on his cloak and let it fall to the floor. It was waterproof, and he had generally not worried about getting it dirty. He felt a bit underdressed already, given he hadn't taken his cloak off since his ascent, but he did feel a bit odd after the events at the castle. Maybe he really did need to be cleansed; perhaps Maryam was right. He took off his rucksack and slipped his stolen rings as well as the Needle into it, then wrapped his cloak around it. He almost wondered if the dagger's secret had been a dream, thought up while he was magically bound to the altar; still, he knew better. It had to have been real. He took off his belt next, made of the hide of Styx goats; it made him confident in his climbing skills. He listened carefully to make sure there was nobody nearby. He took off his trousers, then his tunic, and hesitated before stepping into the spring.

	Vand looked at himself in the reflection of the water. He was just dark amaranth scales and bones. He could see his ribs beneath his pale rose underbelly. His whole body was just puny and scrawny, at only ~~leaving75~~ pounds. His horns were too short. His snout was too long, and the spike on the end of it was silly-looking. He was too short by far, only a bit over 3 feet tall; however, trying to look for more to scrutinize, he couldn't help but notice how his colors shone vividly in the light of a Surface cave. He noticed that the large triangular crest of his forehead made him imposing, and that really, his horns were a fine size, just small next to his crest. They, and his claws, were the only parts of him that had kept growing, and would continue to be until he died. His eyes of amber glistened in the light. His tail continued both the dark and rough scales of his back and pale smooth scales of his underside.		Vand looked at himself in the reflection of the water. He was just dark amaranth scales and bones. He could see his ribs beneath his pale rose underbelly. His whole body was just puny and scrawny, at only 75 pounds. His horns were too short. His snout was too long, and the spike on the end of it was silly-looking. He was too short by far, only a bit over 3 feet tall; however, trying to look for more to scrutinize, he couldn't help but notice how his colors shone vividly in the light of a Surface cave. He noticed that the large triangular crest of his forehead made him imposing, and that really, his horns were a fine size, just small next to his crest. They, and his claws, were the only parts of him that had kept growing, and would continue to be until he died. His eyes of amber glistened in the light. His tail continued both the dark and rough scales of his back and pale smooth scales of his underside.

	He dipped his tail into the spring. It was hot, but not to a point of being uncomfortable. Vand descended into the water and touched the bottom once he was submerged up to his chin, feeling a strange amount of resistance, like the water was trying to push him out. The smell of salt was strong. He confirmed a suspicion he had by dipping his tongue into the surface of the water; indeed, it was dense saltwater. The warmth of the water soothed his body and made his every worry disappear. The world above and below existed not; he was alone, and he was safe. He took the chunk of soap from the edge of the water and began to scrub himself clean. It worked like magic, binding to all the dirt, grease, and oil on his body and whisking it away into the water. A layer of his skin started to fall off in pieces; he welcomed its departure.		He dipped his tail into the spring. It was hot, but not to a point of being uncomfortable. Vand descended into the water and touched the bottom once he was submerged up to his chin, feeling a strange amount of resistance, like the water was trying to push him out. The smell of salt was strong. He confirmed a suspicion he had by dipping his tongue into the surface of the water; indeed, it was dense saltwater. The warmth of the water soothed his body and made his every worry disappear. The world above and below existed not; he was alone, and he was safe. He took the chunk of soap from the edge of the water and began to scrub himself clean. It worked like magic, binding to all the dirt, grease, and oil on his body and whisking it away into the water. A layer of his skin started to fall off in pieces; he welcomed its departure.

Sword-of-stabbing: Replaced "sheikh" with "mukhtar" to better reflect their political status.

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Replaced "sheikh" with "mukhtar" to better reflect their political status.

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	"Don't be ridiculous, Father. By rescuing him, I've helped establish a bond with the Kobolds. An alliance with them could be so very beneficial!" she said, forcing a smile.		"Don't be ridiculous, Father. By rescuing him, I've helped establish a bond with the Kobolds. An alliance with them could be so very beneficial!" she said, forcing a smile.

	"Alright, alright. Welcome to Beit-Tiemat, young prince. I'm sure you've already met my daughter. I am Yousef et-Tiemat, ~~sheikh~~ of Beit-Tiemat" he said, gesturing to himself, "this is my wife and ~~sheikha~~, Karima," he pointed to the woman next to him, "and here," he said, pointing to the young man, "is the heir to our leadership, Karim." Heir? But he was younger than Maryam, surely? "And what is your name, prince?"		"Alright, alright. Welcome to Beit-Tiemat, young prince. I'm sure you've already met my daughter. I am Yousef et-Tiemat, mukhtar of Beit-Tiemat" he said, gesturing to himself, "this is my wife and mukhtara, Karima," he pointed to the woman next to him, "and here," he said, pointing to the young man, "is the heir to our leadership, Karim." Heir? But he was younger than Maryam, surely? "And what is your name, prince?"

	"Ah. My name is Vand. Yousef, why is Karim—" he stopped, the ~~sheikh~~ was giving him an angry look. What else had he done wrong? This was even worse than back home. At least there, people just pitied him.		"Ah. My name is Vand. Yousef, why is Karim—" he stopped, the mukhtar was giving him an angry look. What else had he done wrong? This was even worse than back home. At least there, people just pitied him.

	Maryam leaned down close to him and whispered, "call him 'your presence.'"		Maryam leaned down close to him and whispered, "call him 'your presence.'"
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	"No, no, call him by ''his'' presence," Maryam instructed. ''Oh, right,'' Vand thought, ''she did call me something like that earlier.''		"No, no, call him by ''his'' presence," Maryam instructed. ''Oh, right,'' Vand thought, ''she did call me something like that earlier.''

	Vand cleared his throat and inquired, "Your presence?" the mean look softened a bit, "is Maryam not older than Ka—" he stopped himself, "his presence? Should she not become the ~~sheikha~~ once your presence and her presence pass away?" Karim started to look a bit nervous, and his mother held him by his shoulder. Seemingly it was subject of contention. Perhaps he shouldn't have asked, but something else had irked him: Yousef hardly reacted when he addressed Maryam by her given name, so why was Karim any different? Why was ''he'' any different, for that matter? Vand was a bit annoyed by having to use formal honorifics, but hypocrisy in their use was on another level.		Vand cleared his throat and inquired, "Your presence?" the mean look softened a bit, "is Maryam not older than Ka—" he stopped himself, "his presence? Should she not become the mukhtara once your presence and her presence pass away?" Karim started to look a bit nervous, and his mother held him by his shoulder. Seemingly it was subject of contention. Perhaps he shouldn't have asked, but something else had irked him: Yousef hardly reacted when he addressed Maryam by her given name, so why was Karim any different? Why was ''he'' any different, for that matter? Vand was a bit annoyed by having to use formal honorifics, but hypocrisy in their use was on another level.

	Karim and his mother snickered as Yousef began to speak: "Maryam? Heir to our rank? No, no. We made the decision shortly before she set out on another quest—is that when you picked him up, Maryam? Anyways, Karim has all the qualities of a good leader." Hardly. He hadn't even spoken but for giggling with his mother. ''They must be gossiping about '''me''','' Vand thought.		Karim and his mother snickered as Yousef began to speak: "Maryam? Heir to our rank? No, no. We made the decision shortly before she set out on another quest—is that when you picked him up, Maryam? Anyways, Karim has all the qualities of a good leader." Hardly. He hadn't even spoken but for giggling with his mother. ''They must be gossiping about '''me''','' Vand thought.