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<blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 3402395" data-attributes="member: 4936"><p>Inamar finds herself fighting the hardest fight of her life there in the village green of the Silber Dover. Not a fight against monsters or ruffians, but against her own mind. Now more than ever, she wrestled with the gibbering, hysterical certainty that this was a dream; the construct of a mind floating forever in limbo.</p><p></p><p>Talking dogs that knew magic. Friendly golems. Conveniently being 'rescued' by a mad god. Suddenly possessing strange magical powers.</p><p></p><p>It had all the earmarks of some weirdly imaginative self-indulgent fantasy. Even the strange, burning -reality- of this world seemed out of place. The incredible sensitivity of her senses that even now burned her brain. Could it just be a fertile and very motivated imagination?</p><p></p><p>And honestly, everything that had happened up until now, she'd been okay with. Strange and frightning, but in very alien ways. The Dover though. They were -dogs-. Intelligent talking -dogs-. Somehow their very familiarity shone a harsh spotlight on their differences, making them seem implausible in the extreme. More so than magic crystal tubes, or men with blades of energy poking from their hands.</p><p></p><p>She looked at her own hands then. Blades or blasts.</p><p></p><p>Abruptly Inamar realized that the voice of the king had fallen silent, and that Weylan and everyone was looking at her. Oops.</p><p></p><p>She lifted her voice and said, "I'm new here. Really, -really- new here. I need friends, and if doing what you say and helping you folks out is how I'll get some...then yeah, I'll do all that." She clears her throat. "As for my story...there's not much to it yet. My name's Inamar. I used to sleep where I could and sing for my bread. I was kidnapped by an old man; a magus, who did some kind of spell or ritual or something on me. He changed me, and I'm just starting to figure out how and why."</p><p></p><p>Inamar takes a deep breath then, a little surprised at how...good it felt to actually talk about it.</p><p></p><p>"And he wasn't done yet either, but before he could do any more, there were sounds of fighting below, and an explosion. He seemed to panic and threw me into a little...room of some sort. Then he cast another spell...and everything disappeared. I was alone, drifting through this endless grey fog... I don't know for how long. Then the ravens came."</p><p></p><p>She shrugs.</p><p></p><p>"The rest you guys know."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shayuri, post: 3402395, member: 4936"] Inamar finds herself fighting the hardest fight of her life there in the village green of the Silber Dover. Not a fight against monsters or ruffians, but against her own mind. Now more than ever, she wrestled with the gibbering, hysterical certainty that this was a dream; the construct of a mind floating forever in limbo. Talking dogs that knew magic. Friendly golems. Conveniently being 'rescued' by a mad god. Suddenly possessing strange magical powers. It had all the earmarks of some weirdly imaginative self-indulgent fantasy. Even the strange, burning -reality- of this world seemed out of place. The incredible sensitivity of her senses that even now burned her brain. Could it just be a fertile and very motivated imagination? And honestly, everything that had happened up until now, she'd been okay with. Strange and frightning, but in very alien ways. The Dover though. They were -dogs-. Intelligent talking -dogs-. Somehow their very familiarity shone a harsh spotlight on their differences, making them seem implausible in the extreme. More so than magic crystal tubes, or men with blades of energy poking from their hands. She looked at her own hands then. Blades or blasts. Abruptly Inamar realized that the voice of the king had fallen silent, and that Weylan and everyone was looking at her. Oops. She lifted her voice and said, "I'm new here. Really, -really- new here. I need friends, and if doing what you say and helping you folks out is how I'll get some...then yeah, I'll do all that." She clears her throat. "As for my story...there's not much to it yet. My name's Inamar. I used to sleep where I could and sing for my bread. I was kidnapped by an old man; a magus, who did some kind of spell or ritual or something on me. He changed me, and I'm just starting to figure out how and why." Inamar takes a deep breath then, a little surprised at how...good it felt to actually talk about it. "And he wasn't done yet either, but before he could do any more, there were sounds of fighting below, and an explosion. He seemed to panic and threw me into a little...room of some sort. Then he cast another spell...and everything disappeared. I was alone, drifting through this endless grey fog... I don't know for how long. Then the ravens came." She shrugs. "The rest you guys know." [/QUOTE]
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