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Message: <blockquote data-quote="figmike" data-source="post: 3622468" data-attributes="member: 52877"><a href="http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?p=3608462#post3608462" target="_blank">Exalted 2nd</a>ZenithThe merchant prince Chursom stood in silence over the beaten and bloodied body of his son.  The room filled with the enormity of his silence.  Those that had brought the body knew that Chursom was not a kind and forgiving man, the next few moments might mean their necks.  They all waited for his reaction.  “….bring me his eye.” He finally said.  He looked at his primary enforcer, Hoshi.  “Then his ears.  His tongue.  A hand.  His legs.  Bring him to me piece by piece until I have him all.”Yan Tu Hoshi, fire aspect, former ranger of Lookshy’s First Field Force nodded and made his way out the room.  His employment with Chursom had been a good arrangement for him, good pay, and over all low threat.  The private war Chursom had with the merchant prince Rolo was kept under wraps, the Guild didn’t care for wars between their members.  But this feud had gone on too long for it not to come to blows.  Chursom’s only son was a good kid.  But he was no soldier.  So Hoshi had him sent away for his own protection.  And so the kid runs right into a bandit camp, gets ambushed and gets killed.It’ll take some doing, but Hoshi would find out who these bandits were.  And he’d see that they paid the price. Piece by piece. I walk in streets of gold.  Above me I can make out flying ships that move on clouds.   Next to me is my circle mate, the Twilight Spider.  He talks to me of something, but I can’t make out what he saying.  I’m on my way somewhere important.  In front of me is the great arena, its golden walls shine brightly in the sun.  But that’s not the sun at all; but instead a golden light coming from a domed roof that must stretch for hundreds of miles.  I readjust my heartstone bracers, pull my fingers into a fist and move forward.False Skies awakens.  His wounds would need tending, but when he checks his bandages he can tell that the wound has closed, leaving only a scar.  He’ll never see out of this eye, but he’s in no pain at least.  He heals quickly now.  His understanding of what has happened to him is slowly becoming clearer.  His visions of the past are happening more frequently.  He was never an outdoorsman, but now finding food and survival skills come so naturally to him.  Second nature really.In the distance Mount Metagalapa rose up from Creation.  He was certain this wasn’t his final destination, but still he moved forward.  Since his experience in the woods, False Skies has felt a tugging in his soul.  Something is leading him South.  But to where?</blockquote>

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