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<blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 6895581" data-attributes="member: 2012"><p><em>Rodan the raptorian...</em></p><p>Rodan stopped short his tourist visit of Waukeen's shrine as the ships came out from the sky. <span style="color: #40E0D0">"Oh, such a shame. I really liked this planet. With so many strange and diverse things so common I thought I'd be able to hide out here, but nothing lasts forever and it seems it's time to flee once more."</span> The cleric checked his equipment and flexed his wings instinctively as he pondered if it would be best to hide in a nearby building or make a running-glide into the city's outskirts and hide out into the nearby woods. A memory of his mother reached Rodan's scurrying thoughts; when he was young and learning to fly and she said to him, <em><span style="color: #40E0D0">"Rodan, always remember to fly when you see danger. Fly whenever you think you are in danger. You lack the claws of a wild surring cat and the muscles of the four-armed ape. What nature gave you was your wings and your brains, so when trouble comes you flee first, then think on how best to thrive soon after."</span></em> This was valuable advice on his technological, yet still half-wild homeworld. It became even more important when the Empire invaded his home those short years ago. Out of his clutch, it was his father who didn't survive the initial attack on his city. His youngest brother didn't make it out of the settlement.</p><p></p><p>The clutch moved on, with his oldest sister that was lost as they fled their country, then the second sister when they found a ship in one of the last Rodarian holdouts willing to take them off planet before the final attack of the soon-to-be conquerors. Brave Pteryl, his oldest brother and accomplished pilot helped get that ragtag fleet of survivors out of their system, but he too was lost so others might live. His mother was the last of his clutch to die, but to this day Rodan couldn't tell if it was her wounds or her broken heart that finished her off. He still remembered her advice to him, <em><span style="color: #40E0D0">"Keep running, Rodan. You are the last of your clutch, and you'll make it out these next tough years as long as you keep running."</span></em></p><p></p><p>She was right. History told him the Empire couldn't expand forever, and would lose energy and fall apart the more it tried. Space was infinite and he could find success and life if he kept moving. But where could he go now? He was nowhere near the ship that brought him here, and these locals wouldn't even understand what space was if he tried to take a moment to explain it. Where should he flee? Where was the best chance for his survival? The loud moans of the injured all around him snapped his mind back to the scene around him. People were hurt, just as he watched his family hurt. He was powerless to help then, but not now. He learned the ways of healing during the Great Flight offworld, and today he was an expert at helping the wounded. He grabbed the crazy man, the one that was yelling about the end of the world. <span style="color: #40E0D0">"World's don't end, crazy man. They suffer, they hurt, and they go mad, but they don't really end,"</span> he thought to himself.</p><p></p><p>Rodan made his decision. He was too much of a coward to flee. Too fearful of the night terrors and the guilt that would haunt him if he watched another die when he could have helped. He would do what he could for the injured, then he would run far, fly fast. Flee as far as he could away from the Empire and away from the madness. Rodan grabbed the fallen Haspur by the collar so he could drag him to safety and looked around for those he traveled with that seemed familiar and yelled, <span style="color: #40E0D0">"Help me! We have to get the injured inside a building. Bring those that can't help themselves out of the hail and lightning!"</span></p><p></p><p><strong><u>OOC</u>:</strong> Turquoise</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Knightfall, post: 6895581, member: 2012"] [I]Rodan the raptorian...[/I] Rodan stopped short his tourist visit of Waukeen's shrine as the ships came out from the sky. [COLOR="#40E0D0"]"Oh, such a shame. I really liked this planet. With so many strange and diverse things so common I thought I'd be able to hide out here, but nothing lasts forever and it seems it's time to flee once more."[/COLOR] The cleric checked his equipment and flexed his wings instinctively as he pondered if it would be best to hide in a nearby building or make a running-glide into the city's outskirts and hide out into the nearby woods. A memory of his mother reached Rodan's scurrying thoughts; when he was young and learning to fly and she said to him, [I][COLOR="#40E0D0"]"Rodan, always remember to fly when you see danger. Fly whenever you think you are in danger. You lack the claws of a wild surring cat and the muscles of the four-armed ape. What nature gave you was your wings and your brains, so when trouble comes you flee first, then think on how best to thrive soon after."[/COLOR][/I] This was valuable advice on his technological, yet still half-wild homeworld. It became even more important when the Empire invaded his home those short years ago. Out of his clutch, it was his father who didn't survive the initial attack on his city. His youngest brother didn't make it out of the settlement. The clutch moved on, with his oldest sister that was lost as they fled their country, then the second sister when they found a ship in one of the last Rodarian holdouts willing to take them off planet before the final attack of the soon-to-be conquerors. Brave Pteryl, his oldest brother and accomplished pilot helped get that ragtag fleet of survivors out of their system, but he too was lost so others might live. His mother was the last of his clutch to die, but to this day Rodan couldn't tell if it was her wounds or her broken heart that finished her off. He still remembered her advice to him, [I][COLOR="#40E0D0"]"Keep running, Rodan. You are the last of your clutch, and you'll make it out these next tough years as long as you keep running."[/COLOR][/I] She was right. History told him the Empire couldn't expand forever, and would lose energy and fall apart the more it tried. Space was infinite and he could find success and life if he kept moving. But where could he go now? He was nowhere near the ship that brought him here, and these locals wouldn't even understand what space was if he tried to take a moment to explain it. Where should he flee? Where was the best chance for his survival? The loud moans of the injured all around him snapped his mind back to the scene around him. People were hurt, just as he watched his family hurt. He was powerless to help then, but not now. He learned the ways of healing during the Great Flight offworld, and today he was an expert at helping the wounded. He grabbed the crazy man, the one that was yelling about the end of the world. [COLOR="#40E0D0"]"World's don't end, crazy man. They suffer, they hurt, and they go mad, but they don't really end,"[/COLOR] he thought to himself. Rodan made his decision. He was too much of a coward to flee. Too fearful of the night terrors and the guilt that would haunt him if he watched another die when he could have helped. He would do what he could for the injured, then he would run far, fly fast. Flee as far as he could away from the Empire and away from the madness. Rodan grabbed the fallen Haspur by the collar so he could drag him to safety and looked around for those he traveled with that seemed familiar and yelled, [COLOR="#40E0D0"]"Help me! We have to get the injured inside a building. Bring those that can't help themselves out of the hail and lightning!"[/COLOR] [B][U]OOC[/U]:[/B] Turquoise [/QUOTE]
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