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Mystery Prancer
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>What's on your mind, Chap?
You really should organize your thoughts better. While Tajri broods in his chair, you take stock of what's most important on your mind. In a fit of delusion and perhaps paranoia, you start to take stock about what you remember about yourself.
You know your name is Cas. Your family name does not immediately come to mind. You feel old, but still able to fight. 30 something, you tell yourself. Maybe younger, maybe older. You were born in Mianna, and you've known Tajri since Childhood. You fought in the war together. What war that was, however, escapes you. Perhaps it's time to ask something else.
>"Hey Tajri... Mind helping me remember something?"
Tajri gives you a quizzical look before kicking his feet up again. "Sure. Ask anything."
>"How old am I? And did we fight in a war together, or am I just imagining things?"
Tajri blinks. After a pause to mull over each simple question, he asks, "That thing really messed with your noggin, didn't it?" You nod. Not knowing who you are is rather disquieting, and seeing as Tajri's you're only link to your past at the moment... Tajri shifts again in his seat, laying his head on the back of the chair. "You're 35. And we fought in the Reunification Wars about 5...maybe 6 years ago. If you don't remember, that's when Solus tried to take her colonies back, with little success." He tilts his head, waiting for the next question.
>"Tell me more about us. And the Cult. And all this business about the Principle Weapons."
Again, Tajri doesn't answer immediately. If you didn't know better, you'd think that he was trying to censor his answers. "We've been buddies for the last 20 years. We met when you were 15, and I was 12. You caught me stealing from a shop vendor, and forced me to pay the man. Then you took me to where you were going and we started training together. I swore that day I'd murder you for putting me in a class with boys three years my senior..." Tajri's laugh sounds warm and fond, and his smile etches his face with a permanence that looked like it belonged there. "We were inseparable after that. We'll, besides your daily devotions to Asktatosh and my other business. As for the Cults?" Tajri's smile fades, and he leans forward a bit, bringing his hands together in his lap. "They call themselves 'Cult of the Eternal Heartbeat.' They've been going around preaching something about earthquakes and Dwarven Miners to the east. I thought it odd when I first heard about them. Just another silly little cult, nothing to worry about. Then people started vanishing. I don't mean they wound up dead or kidnapped. Just simply vanished. Gone. The Cult claimed that had been taken by the Eternal Heartbeat, to the very heart of our world, to keep the world's blood pumping by adding their hearts to the world's. It's all a bunch of nonsense to me," he says, shaking his head and wiping his face, "but then they started to mention something very similar to the legends of the Principle Weapons."
Tajri looks up at you, twisting his chair and bringing his feet to the floor as he turns his full attention to you. "Legends said very little about these weapons. History's practically forgotten about them, and those that are surviving are said to be nothing more than family heirlooms of one kind or another. Like the SHARD OF MEMORY." He points to your forehead. "That shard is actually part of an Orb. The Orb of the Mind. There are three shards that I know about... from the legends, that is," he hastily adds. "They are held by royalty of Mianna: The Magus, the General, and the Ruler. We had to kill the Magus in order to get that shard. And now, I'm not even sure how it's going to help us." He pauses, licking his lips as he lifts a finger to halt the story a moment. "You want anything to drink or eat? You need the energy, and I could use something to drink."
You nod, watching him leave the door and leaving you alone in the room. Perhaps now would be a good time to take stock of what you've personally got on you? You shrug, and start laying out the items.
Weaponry:
3x BACKUP SHORT SWORDS
1x RITUAL HALBRED
1x HOLDOUT DAGGER
Armor and Clothing:
1x CITY GUARD LEATHER BRIGADINE (Slightly Damaged)
2x CITY GUARD LEATHER PAULDRONS
1x CITY GUARD CLOAK
1x COTTON UNDERSHIRT
1x LEATHER LEGGINGS
1x BAG OF COINS (Silver-17)
You decide to wait for Tajri to come back as you pack everything back up. It's not much, but you'll have to wait until you leave the city and find a trading outpost in order to get rid of any excess items.
Tajri returns just as you are finishing up with wrapping everything you're not going to need for the night away. "Hope you don't mind stale bread. It's all Friedrek had." You show how much you care by tearing into it and gulping the clear water out of the mug. Tajri slips back into his seat and starts sipping his own drink. "Anyway, the Shard is supposed to be able to locate the other weapons. I was worried that the cult was trying to use them, and since they suddenly vanished from Mianna as well..." He shrugs, looking back at you while you work on the bread. "I thought we might have more luck with that thing than anything else. So. I guess we'll have to see if we can't find someone who might be a little more knowledgeable than either of us are. We can't really go to anyone in Mianna, but I've got two leads we can follow. One's to the south, near the Ancient Ruins. The other's a bit trickier, since it's actually in the Goblin Merchant Fleets. Last I heard, they were gearing towards Vilous at full tilt. Either way, the first thing we'll have to do is get out of Mianna and get to Port Boca Rata." Tajri settles himself in the chair again, eyeing the door. "Either way, we both could use some rest. I suggest we stay the night, unless you'd like to try and slip out while the guard's still in disarray. You won't have mush time to heal your leg, but it might be a bit easier for us to avoid capture."
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