JESSIE STUMBLED FORWARDS AS SOMETHING LARGE AND HEAVY LANDED ON THE PLATEAU, THE FORCE OF THE IMPACT NEARLY SENDING HIM TUMBLING DOWN THE SHEER CLIFF FACE THAT HE WAS WALKING ALONG. AFTER REGAINING HIS BALANCE AND GLANCING DOWN AT WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN HIS DEATH, JESSIE LOOKED AROUND TO FIND OUT WHAT HAD SLAMMED INTO THE PLATEAU. THE LARGE FORM OF A BLUE DRAGON SEEMED TO DISTORT AS IT SLOWLY GOT SMALLER BEFORE STOPPING, IN ITS PLACE LAY WHAT SEEMED TO BE A CHILD WITH AN AVERAGE BUILD AND ELECTRIC BLUE HAIR AND MATCHING EYES. AS JESSIE GOT CLOSER THOUGH HE NOTICED THAT THE CHILD, A BOY, WAS LYING IN A POOL OF RED THAT WAS SLOWLY SPREADING FROM A LARGE WOUND IN THE CENTRE OF HIS TORSO. THE AMOUNT OF BLOOD THAT HAD CLEARLY ALREADY FLOWED FROM THE BOYS BODY MADE JESSIE PAUSE IN SHOCK, MORE SO WHEN HE REALISED THAT THE BOY WAS BARELY HANGING ONTO CONSCIOUSNESS AND THROUGH HIS RATHER SHOCKED AND HAZY THOUGHTS, JESSIE CROUCHED DOWN BESIDE THE BOY, VAGUELY REALISING THAT BOTH THE BOY WAS NAKED AND THAT HIS ROBES, WHICH HE ALSO VAGUELY REALISED HE HAD TAKEN FROM FATE, WERE BEING SOAKED IN THE BOYS BLOOD.
“I have no right to ask.” Jessie muttered as he clasped his hand together. “But to any god listening, please offer assistance in saving this boy's life, I have nothing to compensate you with, but I can't just do nothing, so please, anyone, I beg of you to offer assistance.”
Jessie didn't have much hope in any divine help coming to assist him in saving the boys life, so once he had sent up his prayer he began furiously trying to think up a way to save the boys life, but the only thing he could think of was to try and either get the boy to drink the sap if a tulip of life, or drip the sap directly onto the wound. Jessie pulled one of the tulips he had picked mere minutes earlier out of his storage ring, but paused as he looked at it, he didn't know if the sap would cause a vitality overload and kill the boy.
“It’s actually not a terrible idea.” a gruff voice from behind his made Jessie spin around, slipping and falling into the blood. Two people stood behind him, one he recognised as the Ancient goddess of creation, though the feeling of power she gave off was severely muted compared to how it had been when he first met her. The other, a gruff looking man who matched the voice almost perfectly, Stood to her right as he gazed down, not at Jessie, but at the child who was lying behind him.
“You didn't need to pause time,” the gruff man said as he turned to Osioglen. “I could just heal him up and be gone.”
“This is not a part of your domain.” Osioglen said as she looked at the man. “Interfering here would lead to major issues with the gods of this world.”
“Doesn’t seem to be an issue with Fulor.” the man muttered
“And he will offer compensation of a suitable amount to the gods of this world for that.”
“I guess you’re right, anyway.” The man turned to jessie. “You were correct about using the sap from that flower, however, you may want to consider adding the sap of one of these blue ones.”
At the confused look on jesse's face the man sighed and continued
“He’s lost a lot of strength plus, due to his nature, if you gave him the sap of one of the red flowers you would most likely kill him, even with the sap of the tulip.”
“Oh.” was all Jessie said before he lost himself in thought. If he was to pour the sap of the two flowers onto the wound, he would need some way of combining them together, while he was thinking of ways to do this, his eyes landed on his morphic weapon, discarded to one side when he started to pray for help, Jessie picked it up and, after using a lot more willpower than he thought he would have, managed to turn the staff into what looked like a mortar and pestle, except about four times as large. Thinking about how large the wound was and how much blood the boy had already lost, Jessie decided to add two tulips of life and four blue dragon blood roses to the mortar before crushing them into was amounted to a paste when he turned back to the boy, he noticed that time had resumed and hurriedly began to pour the sap mixture over the outside edge of the wound. To Jessie's surprise the wound began to heal almost as soon as the sap touched it, the skin beginning to close the wound at a rate that was very visible to the eye and in about 30 seconds the life threatening wound that had plagued the child was closed. Letting out a sigh Jessie glanced into the mortar to see if there was any more of the sap left, seeing that there wasn’t Jessie placed the pestle back into the mortar and with an effort of will turned it back into a staff.
“So Anything … else?” As Jessie turned around to confront the gods that had appeared earlier he found that neither of them were there, even the location where they had been standing bore no signs of having been walked on.
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Sekairoshin didn’t know much about the outside world other than what his mother had told him. What she had told him painted the picture that their species was the pinnacle of life, the greatest among the ancient beasts whose bloodlines spanned aeons. He could remember the times when he and his clutch would lie outside and listen to their mother tell them stories of their kin, passed down through something called the dragon dream, there were two main types of stories that sekairoshin felt drawn to, the stories of dragons who were benevolent and assisted different races in their times of struggle and the stories of dragons were like living catastrophes killing where they went and leaving nothing but destruction in their wake. However those days of stories and peace had to end, and on the sixteenth year of their hatching Sekairoshin and his clutch were taught their final lesson, they were taught how to shift, and a week later their mother didn’t return to the nest, oh they waited, but eventually days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. It had been a month since their mother last returned to their nest when the young dragons started to leave the nest and slowly, over the course of two years all thirteen of Sekairoshins clutch mates left the nest with arrogance and grand ambitions. Sekairoshins was filled with the ambitions of a dragon, most of which had been imparted by his mother during her stories, however he understood the importance of being able to blend in with other races if he needed to escape from hunters who might be scouring the lands for dragons the hunt or tame and he didn't intend to become a mount or a pile of scales.
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The day started with Sekairoshin making some final preparations to leave his nest, mainly this focused on him shifting into human form and back, while trying to see how many of his draconic features he could keep before his true nature became obvious. He had just transformed back into draconic form when a loud horn sounded, echoing around the mountain where his nest was located, what really concerned him the most though wasn’t the horn itself, it was the massive amount of mana that was being drawn to a several points outside the cave the entrance of which was being flooded with small green skinned creatures, there seemed to be some larger than others with darker skin and different coloured coverings but it was clear that they were there for him, and likely not to capture him if the amount of mana being gathered was anything to go off. Sekairoshin decided on two courses of action and with a quick breath in, he covered the entrance of the cave in fire, at first there wasn’t a reaction and he thought that maybe he had been imagining things, however a moment later screams of pain emanate from the fire and smoke that had completely engulfed the cave entrance, a moment later however Sekaroshin felt a spell being cast and the screams of pain, as well as the fire and smoke faded away leaving only the blackened bodies lying in front of a shield wall. Sekairoshin knew that he would not be able to survive this fight no matter what he did, and so he did what he assumed no dragon would consider doing, though to be fair he had been intending to do so for several months now, he left the nest. It wasn't as simple as that, but his panicked mind still managed to understand that a massive amount of fire in ones face, or a shield in front of them, would obscure the vision of his attackers and so, when he sent out another wave of dragon fire he shot forward and over the heads of the attackers who were trying to keep him in the cave. As he flew over their heads he caught shouts in a language he didn't know, but he guessed they were either curses or hasty orders. It was only when he shot out of the cave that he noticed the large amounts of robed figures who were standing in groups of about 20. It was clear where all the mana was gathering at least. Sekairoshin made a split second decision and immediately began flying towards the large mountain range that seemed to separate the land in half. While flying away from the robed groups Sekairoshin felt a massive release of mana and felt it all fly towards him faster than he was, the next thing he felt was a searing pain in his stomach and a massive increase in speed as the force of the magic attack sent him flying towards the mountain range. As Sekairoshin managed to regain some semblance of control over his flight, he began to faintly feel a strong concentration of life force, he could also feel his own slowly ebbing away the longer he remained airborne and so he painfully turned in that direction. Strangely, the closer he got to the source of life the more powerful a sense he got that there was something else there, a presence that felt draconic. However before he could dwell on the fact he felt the impact of the snow covered peak shudder through his body as he collided with the top of the mountain, Sekairoshin realised that his dragon form was too large to grab what he could now tell were flowers that had been emoting the life force and so, as his vision faded, he began to shift into human form, hopefully in time pick and eat some of the flowers.
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Jessie sat on the edge of the cliff looking out over the Star dragon region, the sun was beginning to set and it’s rays were sliced in half by the mountain range to his left covering the area that he could see in a strange half sunset effect that was beautiful to look at. He had been lost staring at the effect for what felt like hours before he decided to get up and check on the boy. In the dimming light Jessie found that the boy was still in the same position he had left him and was breathing steadily. Jessie checked to see if the boys temperature was dropping but it seemed the coat he had slipped the boy into seemed to be doing a good job at keeping him warm. Seeing that there was nothing Jessie could do till the boy woke up he decided to move a bit away and figure out if he could adjust the colour and pattern of the robes he was wearing while he waited for the boy to wake up, mainly because it didn’t sit well with him to just leave the boy alone at the highest peak of a near impassable mountain range but also because he really needed someone with even the vaguest amount of information about the dead peaks and any clues they might have as to the location of the plains of sorrow.
Jessie spent about an hour trying to change the robe. His main thought being that because he had ‘borrowed’ it from Fate and that it was a divine object, like the rest of his clothes, that he could somehow change it if he tried hard enough, but after getting nowhere he decided to log off for a while after checking on the boy, after seeing that he was still sleeping Jessie moved away and sat down to log off. After removing his headset Jessie looked at the clock next to his bed and realised it was about 12:00 pm. Getting up he made his way to the kitchen before remembering someone needed to restock the pantry, and after a quick check through the rooms of his roommates to confirm that none of them were awake yet, Jessie decided to head down to the nearest supermarket to stock up on enough food to last at least the week. The streets outside were bustling with people going about their day. The streets were more full than usual as people enjoyed their weekend. As Jessie walked to the nearest supermarket, which was a couple of blocks away, he noticed a rise in people muttering about the game compared to the week before when he went on a food run. The trip to the supermarket was uneventful and Jessie got his shopping done without too much trouble, it was on his way back that Jessie encountered something interesting. He had decided to take a short cut through a small public garden that would cut out a block of walking when he saw a group of people gathered in a circle. As he got closer he noticed that there seemed to be two halfs with a person in front of each who seemed to be arguing. From what Jessie picked up both parties seemed to belong to two different guilds and were arguing over a levelling spot and who it should belong to. Hearing nothing interesting after one of the players mentioned the name of the planet they were one, not the one he was on, Jessie walked back to his apartment, loaded the food into the pantry and fridge before putting the headset back on.