the shadow's curse | vali [day 1]

[Kingston Cesaire D3A [Tom]]

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The sky darkens; a loud crashing of lightning sounding. The crackle of electricity as a shriek sounds from somewhere else. Her voice is calm as she tightens her stance, holding onto her pocket where íssmús resides. "Oh gods of old and new, I enter the shadow seeking safety and reunion with my companions; keep íssmús and I safe. I've give you my blood in honor of your names. Let the wind hear me." Raising a hand to her leg, she drenches two fingers in blood, letting it drip into the shadows before her. There's a angry wind that gusts through as she holds herself tall.

Entering the shadows is easy enough; the wind rages, but she is not afraid of the storms. The gods were guiding her forward. Stumbling step by stumbling step, she moves through with an easy unlike anything before. A calm feeling setting into her chest as she moves with all the ease of a goddess along the mortal plane. Her eyes dart to the sky seeing strange creatures elsewhere, but she stays vigilant as she goes. It's an empty vast land of darkness and wind surrounding her. The chill is a lot more chilling as she moves, but she bites down the feeling. It'll all be worth it once she make sit to Hal and Marceline. A silence settles in as she looks around.

The first thing she notices are the bones of a pit; as if creatures had chewed away at every last piece of these beasts. Lights flickering on as the area is light from some sort of power source somewhere. There's liquids that are too thick to be water and her mind searches for an answer, but she can't find one as she grimaces at the smell. Her voice is hollow as she speaks. "The gods are testing me. This pit of bones and carcasses must be their doing. A visceral sign of both life and death; the cycle of mother nature's wrath and love." Digging into the bones, she pulls something out from the heap of liquids and bones; untouched and yet touched in some many other ways.

[Vali collects stuff will be in trib maint]

[Vali scavenges from the Bone Pit]
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(Dented Hard Hat)

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[Kingston Cesaire D3A [Tom]]

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The dented helmet is eerie to find; the liquid dripping off of it as Vali cringes at the smell. Someone died there. If the helmet is anything to go by, she mumbles to herself quickly. "May the halls of glory be where you've gone, forgotten soul." Smearing the liquid away, she stumbles back for a moment. The pit of bones was creepy by all definitions, but Vali was not scared of death. She's seen death too many times to be afraid of bones lingering in the shadows. Step by step, she stares around the pit and wonders if there's anything left of anyone here. Tributes had to looking for the same things she was.

The shadows feel comfortable to her. Her piercing eyes staring out in the distance for anything. A cry sounds from somewhere and she almost jumps to pulling out her sword, but there's a silence setting in as she freezes. No one comes for her. Vali is alone, truly alone. íssmús squeaks slightly, but she pats the pocket gently, her voice a soothing sound. "We're safe." There'll be no harm to them as long as she carries a sword in her grasp. A silence settling in as she looks around once more. Fingers pulling at bones and heavily decayed meat as she looks. The smell of viscera setting in. There's death all around her; she would become used to that feeling. The smell would get to her, but she'd seen death in her hands. Grasped it like a blade and shoved it into others. She never was an executioner back home, but she always dreamed of being one. Settling in with herself, she remembers home fondly. The memories of the pond blessed by the gods; she wished she could find another. Ask for answers from them and see if she's on the right path.

She had to be. As she reaches into a cavity of some ribs, she pulls and pulls. There had to be something beneath these. A beating heart would be nice, but she would not be lucky. Not anymore. This was all on her shoulders; the gods were watching, but they wouldn't intervene this early on. A chuckle to herself as she feels almost at home and off kilter being surrounded by blood and bones. Whatever she grabs will be worth it. A deep breath before she yanks loose the item.

[Vali scavenges from the Bone Pit again]
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(Dart Ammo x3)

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