Kaisel
Following Charlie's lead through the sweeping arches and sprawling hallways of the Temple, they make it to the shrine before he even fully notices. It's only when their chatter dies down a touch and the space seems to echo just with a breath, that his eyes lift from hers to the large obsidian monument in the room. It's unlike any of the other shrines he's accustomed to, where the god's likeness has been carved into a statue, or their favored elements and talents have been molded into something unquestionably theirs. This looks almost like it crashed down and the temple erected itself around it in worship, leaving broken shards unpolished, though they still shine in the firelight.
He glances back at Charlie for confirmation that this is it. Not that it's unimpressive, but it's just, very raw. He scarcely needs her reply though, the residue of spilt blood all around is indicator enough, both across the stone edges and through the air. He glances up as he approaches the dark corner, where one side shears off into something more sleek and the other remains rough and shaped by time and weather alone. He steadies himself, never having bled on purpose before, though plenty of times by accident.
"Hi, Dygra," he murmurs as his left hand reaches out to touch the rock, fingertips tracing the edges for sharpness. "Charlie suggested I try meeting you in place of the other gods for a change." A very capable priestess, he smiles. He presses the side of his palm in on a corner that feels sharp enough, fighting every part of him that cringes away from the predictable outcome of his choice. Every instinct in him demands he stop; the body designed to avoid hurt and pain at all costs. He has done more than this to himself though, for the sake of becoming stronger. His palm slides up in a quick, hard motion, the side splitting open in a red line. "So I was hoping you might help me improve my weapon even more," he says it through a touch of a wince as he presses the dripping blood against the smooth side of the stone, letting it scatter in a slow stream down the dark stone.
Kai is requesting to upgrade this item
Leviathan Chakram | An unbreakable chakram created from the scale of a leviathan by the Voice. With razor-sharp edges, this discus will always return to the hand of whoever throws it, and will always do so without injuring the hands of the thrower.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Upgraded | Cost: Action
He glances back at Charlie for confirmation that this is it. Not that it's unimpressive, but it's just, very raw. He scarcely needs her reply though, the residue of spilt blood all around is indicator enough, both across the stone edges and through the air. He glances up as he approaches the dark corner, where one side shears off into something more sleek and the other remains rough and shaped by time and weather alone. He steadies himself, never having bled on purpose before, though plenty of times by accident.
"Hi, Dygra," he murmurs as his left hand reaches out to touch the rock, fingertips tracing the edges for sharpness. "Charlie suggested I try meeting you in place of the other gods for a change." A very capable priestess, he smiles. He presses the side of his palm in on a corner that feels sharp enough, fighting every part of him that cringes away from the predictable outcome of his choice. Every instinct in him demands he stop; the body designed to avoid hurt and pain at all costs. He has done more than this to himself though, for the sake of becoming stronger. His palm slides up in a quick, hard motion, the side splitting open in a red line. "So I was hoping you might help me improve my weapon even more," he says it through a touch of a wince as he presses the dripping blood against the smooth side of the stone, letting it scatter in a slow stream down the dark stone.
Kai is requesting to upgrade this item
Leviathan Chakram | An unbreakable chakram created from the scale of a leviathan by the Voice. With razor-sharp edges, this discus will always return to the hand of whoever throws it, and will always do so without injuring the hands of the thrower.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Upgraded | Cost: Action
Wanted me to fail out of spite, I didn't
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
