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Ammon
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Born of graves

And Left below

How fortunate was he, ever in the right place at the right time? If the black stag didn't know far, far better, he might even venture as to claim an unnamed god watched over him, steering the spy in the direction he needed to go. But Ammon rebelled against such notions, for then that would mean the unnamed deity forced him to undergo suffering unknown by others in this world. The Regent upon his back had fallen silent when the brutish stallion approached (much to Ammon's irritation, after all that little tidbit had only whetted his appetite for knowledge), but finally the emaciated stud spoke, his croaking words not going unheard by the dark man who bore him, though Ammon didn't allow his ears to flick and show that he was listening. Instead he took a step forward, about to kick the demonic mongrel out of the way when it backed down seemingly of it's own accord, and without another care to the sour-scented 'Rosti', he struck out at a swift trot as the Regent's head fell back down against his side. He checked with a glance to make sure the man still breathed, though his mind mulled far more over what he had learned. The Crows.... birds? Or something else? He had a feeling the way the man had desperately called for his regent, then these crows, that they were not mere birds...

Rosti spoke, and once more annoyance flashed across Ammon's features, his ghastly eyes rolling to glance at the brutish stud. "And I know thee not. However, our ignorance doth hold no import in weight to thine Regent's state, would'st thou not agree?" His words were sharp, scolding. He turned back to his trot, moving down passages towards the infirmary, his mind wheeling. The Crows... Dark like the Void... Calligo. That last name he knew, had learned of almost immediately after his arrival. So, the Goddess of the Night wished for the world to become dark like the void? Or something else to grow dark?

Ammon mulled this over as he knelt in the infirmary, gently shifting Camdis off of his back before he rose, skull turned to Rosti. "Since he spoke of thine name, and thou art mine Warden, I trust thee to oversee him as I fetch a medic." He stepped over the Regent carefully, moving away from the pair despite his urge to stay, to listen and learn... but he had a part to play, and a concerned commoner of Denocte surely wouldn't allow his Regent to lie so sick without medical attention, and even moreso wouldn't dare to send his Warden off to find a healer.

The raven would be patient, as always, and play his part well.

SKELVOI


@Camdis @Rostislav - sorry this took so long ^^;










Messages In This Thread
Return to Reality - by Camdis - 10-19-2017, 12:50 PM
RE: Return to Reality - by Ammon - 10-19-2017, 02:28 PM
RE: Return to Reality - by Camdis - 10-19-2017, 03:22 PM
RE: Return to Reality - by Rostislav - 10-23-2017, 12:24 AM
RE: Return to Reality - by Ammon - 11-08-2017, 11:42 AM
RE: Return to Reality - by Camdis - 11-09-2017, 09:54 PM
RE: Return to Reality - by Rostislav - 11-20-2017, 03:44 AM
RE: Return to Reality - by Ammon - 12-14-2017, 02:38 PM
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