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aboveallthings[In your hand is a fidget cube, a rounded white cube accented with buttons, dials, and switches in the color of a certain Family on the ship.
Play with any of the fidget cube's six sides and you'll receive a vision. There are two problems with this:
1) some very important information seems to have been blocked out, and
2) you know, with a bone-deep certainty, that this vision isn't yours.
But if this vision isn't yours...then whose is it? Maybe the color of your cube is a clue.]
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Play with any of the fidget cube's six sides and you'll receive a vision. There are two problems with this:
1) some very important information seems to have been blocked out, and
2) you know, with a bone-deep certainty, that this vision isn't yours.
But if this vision isn't yours...then whose is it? Maybe the color of your cube is a clue.]
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EUGENE RIVER
Date: 2025-11-14 10:21 pm (UTC)~
Daytime. The merciless sun beats down on the outside world, baking everything in its rays. But inside your fortress, it's sheltered and cool. The thin, regularly-spaced slits in the walls let in just enough light to highlight the shape of the warrior that kneels before you.
"Defense report, sir. A suspicious figure is approaching our lands. Should we kill him?"
"No, wait." You don't need to raise your voice. Your word is law, and the warrior's obedience absolute. He bows and retreats, sending your order rippling through the ranks.
You walk to the gate, the intruder's voice echoing toward you.
"Steel dragons! I'm the guy who sent word the other day that he'd be visiting!"
"I let Gore Magala do all the introductions for me, so I apologize if he was rude to any of you!"
"Let me give you my name again! I am called Jagras! And someday, I will rule across all of the realms!"
There is a moment of silence. Then the ractious laughter of the gathered warriors fills the air, overflowing with mocking disbelief.
You step out, taking effortlessly to the air. At the rippling force of your presence, every other voice falls silent.
"All of the realms?"
A path parts between you and this upstart.
"Is that so...?" You meet his eyes, looking him over. "... so you're the Avian General's successor, and the one controlling the Banbaro from behind the scenes?"
His face lights up as he sees you.
"Hey! You're Kushala Daora?"
"I am."
"Huh, you don't look any different from the rest of 'em! But you know of me, huh? What an honor!"
"No one among the Banbaro would wage a losing war like that. And yesterday, that wanderer of the wastes - friend to no one - came here bearing your name. Why else would I be aware of you?"
"... that's what I like to hear." He grins, fierce. "Yep! As you gessed, I'm the one behind the scenes. I come from the Fanged Wyvern clan."
It takes you a moment to place the name, and match his features against your meory. "The Fanged Wyverns? I forgot about them. They were hardly worth remembering."
"Ha-ha! Can't argue with you there. They were a pretty lousy clan, yeah." His fierce smile returns. "But that's the kind of lousy clan you're going to lose to."
Something in his words, in his *confidence*, grabs your attention.
"And then the name "Greatest Jagras" will be etched into your very soul."
... and just like that, your alarm is gone. You stare, expression flat.
"A name as common as Jagras is not worth remembering." It is the least threatening thing you could imagine. Like an assault staged by a vespoid. "But... I know your face now." And you take a long moment more to study it, to study *him*, before your hand lifts. "A swing of my arm and my warriors will stage a large-scale attack aimed squarely at you." He doesn't flinch. Curious. "Scamper off before that happens."
Better to end this. Eliminate this fool, and wipe out the Banbaro and other rabble gathered around them once and for all. "The next time we meet, it will be on the battlefield."
He's still happy. And has, it seems, at least enough good sense to take the escape you're offering. "Sounds great! Let's do that, then." He pulls sharp on the reins, and the beast under him turns in retreat."Thanks for the chat. Later!"
You watch, noting the speed of his mount. It will be difficult to aim boulders or magic bolts at him.
Is that creature his own, or do they have more?
You turn, dismissing the figure already disappearing into the distance. Your clan waits, ready for your direction.
"We'll need to brace ourselves for this fight."