Love mends even the broken parts
They were all dead and gone. But that didn’t really change anything. ”They’re in my head.” Indeed, his relatives had no need to torture him, when he was doing an excellent job of that himself. At the mention of life being pain, the Launceleyn closed his eyes, unable to look at the other man in that moment. ”I know. I know that pain is always there. But...” He was about to say that he didn’t want to be the cause of it, but recent actions had betrayed that. Besides, he’d failed so often in that. Growing up he’d only experienced pain and sorrow. And he didn’t wish that on anyone else, didn’t want to bring all that out into the world, not when it was all he’d ever really known. But what he wanted didn't matter. It never did.
At the alchemist’s request, Loren sighed, and opened his eyes. He wasn’t so sure another conversation between the two of them was a good idea, given how they tended to go. Still, he nodded. ”Okay.” His eyes strayed upwards to his Spark Bird, and he felt his heart clench. After everything Remi had said, all the summoner could think about was how once again he was proving inadequate. His creatures, his magic, everything he was, wasn’t enough.
So, though he banished the Spark Bird, he sent out a prayer to gods who weren’t likely weren’t listening to him asking for more than he deserved. Again. More strength. More fortitude. More wisdom. The strength to protect those who relied on him, the fortitude to stand firm against the darkness, the wisdom to know how to keep himself sane and those under his aegis safe.
The bird disappeared. However, a single feather remained. It floated down slowly to the ground below, crackling with light and heat and electricity. Loren’s eyes were wide as he watched it, and his jaw dropped, though no sound came out.
Please add the following to Loren's inventory:
Feather of the Spark Bird | Provides a constant source of light, and can be used to start fires from even the most inflammable of objects and even in terrible conditions (rain, wind, etc).
At the alchemist’s request, Loren sighed, and opened his eyes. He wasn’t so sure another conversation between the two of them was a good idea, given how they tended to go. Still, he nodded. ”Okay.” His eyes strayed upwards to his Spark Bird, and he felt his heart clench. After everything Remi had said, all the summoner could think about was how once again he was proving inadequate. His creatures, his magic, everything he was, wasn’t enough.
So, though he banished the Spark Bird, he sent out a prayer to gods who weren’t likely weren’t listening to him asking for more than he deserved. Again. More strength. More fortitude. More wisdom. The strength to protect those who relied on him, the fortitude to stand firm against the darkness, the wisdom to know how to keep himself sane and those under his aegis safe.
The bird disappeared. However, a single feather remained. It floated down slowly to the ground below, crackling with light and heat and electricity. Loren’s eyes were wide as he watched it, and his jaw dropped, though no sound came out.
Please add the following to Loren's inventory:
Feather of the Spark Bird | Provides a constant source of light, and can be used to start fires from even the most inflammable of objects and even in terrible conditions (rain, wind, etc).
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