Post by Tulip Waterfield on Mar 7, 2017 16:56:01 GMT
“You'll need a Kai’s approval for that!” The ogre Tulip was speaking to waved the spirit-woman away, before returning to his post. The young woman hovered in the air, thinking back on the information she'd gathered in the last week. Bodies were a special thing only given to the strongest and most worthy individuals, chosen by Kami and the Kais. She, like so many other spirits, hadn’t been granted that unique blessing.
But....there were other ways to obtain a body. Some of the shadier spirits claimed that the most powerful of spirits were able, after mastering their ghost-like form and spending time in the afterlife, to materialize a body. Others had a body created by a master of magic, creation, or a mixture of the two in order to create a new vessel for the spirit to inhabit. If those spirits were to be believed, your strength increased in this world, where food and drink were only an afterthought and rest was a foreign concept. It was now the woman’s goal to find one of these masters and work out a ‘deal’.
“Eeeeehhhh?” The old spirit hovered in a small window, before floating outside to face the woman. Its wrinkled, white face only made the dead spirit seem even more ancient than it first appeared in the darkness. It grinned, revealing a mouth full of gaping holes. The old man chuckled again, before shaking his spiritual head. “Nah, kiddo. I’m not getting rebuked by the ogres and higher-ups for breaking the rules again. Nothing could convince me to ever create another vessel using magic.”
It was the hybrid’s turn to respond negatively. Sighing in irritation, the woman hovered closer to the old spirit. “I was told you’re the only warlock crafty enough to make a body that would last down here; please, what would I need to do to get your help?”
The old spirit paused to think for a moment, before shaking his head again. “Nope, no can do. I can tell you’re not the robust type simply by your voice, girly.”
Robust-type….oh. He means ‘that’. Trying to keep the growl out of her voice, the young woman floated closer and tried to sound alluring.
“I could make it worth your time, old man~!”
“Make me a deal; never talk like that again. Your dedication reminds me of an old colleague of mine. I won't give you a body; I'll give you this. Use it when the time is right.”
The old spirit held out a strange necklace with a bobble on the end made of strange material. The woman took it and hung it over her neck. She stared at the strange decoration before asking. “When will I know it's time?”
“You'll know; trust me.” Before she could ask further, the old man disappeared, leaving the woman floating in silence.
But....there were other ways to obtain a body. Some of the shadier spirits claimed that the most powerful of spirits were able, after mastering their ghost-like form and spending time in the afterlife, to materialize a body. Others had a body created by a master of magic, creation, or a mixture of the two in order to create a new vessel for the spirit to inhabit. If those spirits were to be believed, your strength increased in this world, where food and drink were only an afterthought and rest was a foreign concept. It was now the woman’s goal to find one of these masters and work out a ‘deal’.
“Eeeeehhhh?” The old spirit hovered in a small window, before floating outside to face the woman. Its wrinkled, white face only made the dead spirit seem even more ancient than it first appeared in the darkness. It grinned, revealing a mouth full of gaping holes. The old man chuckled again, before shaking his spiritual head. “Nah, kiddo. I’m not getting rebuked by the ogres and higher-ups for breaking the rules again. Nothing could convince me to ever create another vessel using magic.”
It was the hybrid’s turn to respond negatively. Sighing in irritation, the woman hovered closer to the old spirit. “I was told you’re the only warlock crafty enough to make a body that would last down here; please, what would I need to do to get your help?”
The old spirit paused to think for a moment, before shaking his head again. “Nope, no can do. I can tell you’re not the robust type simply by your voice, girly.”
Robust-type….oh. He means ‘that’. Trying to keep the growl out of her voice, the young woman floated closer and tried to sound alluring.
“I could make it worth your time, old man~!”
“Make me a deal; never talk like that again. Your dedication reminds me of an old colleague of mine. I won't give you a body; I'll give you this. Use it when the time is right.”
The old spirit held out a strange necklace with a bobble on the end made of strange material. The woman took it and hung it over her neck. She stared at the strange decoration before asking. “When will I know it's time?”
“You'll know; trust me.” Before she could ask further, the old man disappeared, leaving the woman floating in silence.