The following details the experience of Nidarys' future Avatar, the spellwarrior who would be her Adjutant, and the Avatar of Kerun as they were captured by the aquatic warriors of the planet Mennon. The defenders of Comalan had just gained a hard-won victory against the alien invaders, but these three people were swept up in their retreat. The result of this was a peculiar melding of consciousness...
The sound of the Tomag-Na Segisti echoed its call through the toxic atmosphere, loud enough for the entire tuwara to hear. They found what they came for. Extras? It mattered not. They would join them in the trip.
They were the Tuwara Landers. A faction without regard to clan. They were the ferocious Tas, the resourceful Sos, the zealous Sis, and the intellectual Kos. They were the strong and the smart; the fighters and the thinkers; the workers and the commanders. In this state, they were all of these people, and yet something else at once. Their differences did not matter, for in this moment they were all the same being.
The tuwara rolled over the narrowly carved mountain, sweeping up the frozen water around them for fuel. The Segisti was retreating, and they were ordered to follow. There would be no time to return, they must rejoin their ship in orbit and hope the rest of the fleet fared better. There were others in their path. They unleashed an unfamiliar energy onto the tuwara, which caused some of them to heat up and disperse from the rest.
An inconsequential loss, they thought. They were one with the water and each other. As one being, they made their escape from the vicious air-dwellers. The enemy who swam where the dreaded air was thinnest bombarded them with this fire. Fire. The energy was called fire. A new understanding of this place formed in this instant. The creature who spouted so much fire was not swimming. It was flying. She was called a spellwarrior. The one down below had the power to create this energy as well. A pyromancer.
They were unprepared for the fight the people of the planet ‘Comalan’ put up against their mighty strength. But they knew this was not over. They would meet again, next time on their own planet. For now, they must escape this atmosphere.They knew these things and more because of the three guests who joined their collective. They were also Samuel Desmond. They were Telandra Dawnstrike. They were Voltairine Maloran.
The sound of the Tomag-Na Segisti echoed its call through the toxic atmosphere, loud enough for the entire tuwara to hear. They found what they came for. Extras? It mattered not. They would join them in the trip.
They were the Tuwara Landers. A faction without regard to clan. They were the ferocious Tas, the resourceful Sos, the zealous Sis, and the intellectual Kos. They were the strong and the smart; the fighters and the thinkers; the workers and the commanders. In this state, they were all of these people, and yet something else at once. Their differences did not matter, for in this moment they were all the same being.
The tuwara rolled over the narrowly carved mountain, sweeping up the frozen water around them for fuel. The Segisti was retreating, and they were ordered to follow. There would be no time to return, they must rejoin their ship in orbit and hope the rest of the fleet fared better. There were others in their path. They unleashed an unfamiliar energy onto the tuwara, which caused some of them to heat up and disperse from the rest.
An inconsequential loss, they thought. They were one with the water and each other. As one being, they made their escape from the vicious air-dwellers. The enemy who swam where the dreaded air was thinnest bombarded them with this fire. Fire. The energy was called fire. A new understanding of this place formed in this instant. The creature who spouted so much fire was not swimming. It was flying. She was called a spellwarrior. The one down below had the power to create this energy as well. A pyromancer.
They were unprepared for the fight the people of the planet ‘Comalan’ put up against their mighty strength. But they knew this was not over. They would meet again, next time on their own planet. For now, they must escape this atmosphere.They knew these things and more because of the three guests who joined their collective. They were also Samuel Desmond. They were Telandra Dawnstrike. They were Voltairine Maloran.
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