I might be gone for the entirety of tomorrow. Depending on my parents. Just thought you guys should know. If an RTD is waiting on me for whatever reason, tell them. And don't expect a miniturn tomorrow.
Also, a random reminder to everyone: If you don't have anything to do/you want to do, you can wait.
Aleia would try to free her horn again, and observe what the creature with the horse was doing.
[Agi:1]: You attempt to free your horn, but manage to get it caught in a massive knot involving your legs, arms, and tail. You'll never free it now.
The creature with the horse does nothing. The creature he is riding is moving forward now, dragging you with it on the wood boards.
Noraiah just gazed at the furry creature with metal as it worked with her cage. She didn't know what to feel, it just came to her: fear, curiosity, hunger and hope. The piece of meat looked pretty good, and smelled mighty fine, but she decided to save it for later.
With a click, the box opened. She looked at her holder before taking two apprehensive steps forward. This one didn't look like her mother, or her father, she guessed.
She also decided to examine herself for that matter.
Where was home? Her unconsciousness didn't help as she couldn't make out her hatching environment. Nora let out a squeak, then clambered onto the creature that opened the cage, resting on a flat location on it's upper body. She didn't know if this one wanted anything from her, but it looked benevolent.
This one...didn't feel bad.
You examine yourself... You are wildly different from everything you've seen so far. For one, you have a tail. You also have scales all over, and sharp toes. You can't see much more of yourself besides that.
You jump onto the creature's chest. It seems surprised for a few seconds.
It looks around at the mountains around. It stares for a few minutes, before sighing and taking off down the brown trail, in the opposite direction the cart you were on was.
Anthramarux huffed, smiling wearily.
"Grandar? Oh, yes, that was his name. God of Justice and everything.
....What are the chances the bandits stole a similar set of scales that just happens to look like what I'm searching for? I wouldn't credit them with an overabundance of intelligence. This may just be a common scale, naturally. But why the stones..."
She took another look at it, maybe realizing the angle.
"Maybe it looks so plain...because, the Gods want you to test it to make sure it's real, I suppose. There's no harm in it anyway, not for me."
Anthramarux stepped past Gunstun (sliding her hand over his left shoulder as she did so) and approached the scales.
Action: She weighed both stones in her hands for a moment, then placed the white stone on the left plate, and the black stone on the right plate.
You weight the stones. They are... pretty much perfectly the same weight.
You place them on the scales. To your amazement, they remain equal for three seconds before the white one promptly drops 9/20ths down to the ground while the black one rises 9/20ths to the top. According to the scale, you are 90% good, and 10% evil. You raise your eyebrows. While it you don't feel
proud about it, you do feel... good?
"Hm, seems like you're nearly an angel of dragon kind." Gunstun smiles, shrugging. "Now, my turn."
He pulls the stones off, before putting them back on.
The white stone nearly hits the floor while the black one nearly reaches the top. 95% good. Now there's a saint.
"What, I'm not
quite perfectly good? What did I do that... oh... right... Yeah that one night was a really naughty one..." He trails off.
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