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WARNING: Contains description of spite death

Dearest Chii’falla have mercy upon my tainted soul.

I come to you once more in a moment of weakness to ask the same question that has been plaguing my mind each time I visit. I halted my attack the moment our town sybil had demanded it... yet you still lay upon my body the mark of those cursed with plague. A divine punishment laid upon this town for foolishly striking down the beast but yet why was it I who you chose? Was the town doomed to ruin by your grand design? Was I deemed blasphemous by trying to fight it? Perhaps I am the one in the wrong by assuming as such. The great all-loving goddess could do no wrong and would not wish upon Her children pain. Perhaps I am merely ungrateful for a blessing in disguise yet if it is a blessing then why must my fellow wyngrew shun me so if I dare show them? Be it blessing or curse, I come to you seeking answers to questions my mortal mind cannot hope to comprehend... I only ask of you to give me a sign. Where should my next step fall?

As he kneeled below the stained-glass window, Starlight could feel the warmth of the quickly fading sunlight that filtered though it. He had always been a devout follower of Luxhallow even before the Chant had been erected and he had been finding himself returning to this spot day after day in hope of finding answers. Most days he managed to time his visits as to where Graw’falla was away and this day was no different as he was currently busy at The Cranny’s mini chant for an evening speech. If he was being honest to himself, Starlight much preferred being alone while he was praying. It was far less complicated and he did not have to worry about the lantern’s judging eyes.

A soft skittering sounded from behind him, breaking the silence of his prayer. It couldn’t be... surely not. He knew that the protective magic new nova tree was still struggling to reach very far and Warptide was fast approaching but a shamble this far into the Chant? Disgracing this holy sanctuary? Unacceptable.

Starlight quickly whipped his head around to face the sound only for his suspicions to be proven true. His heart sank. There it was, plain as Chii’falla’s blessed day, a single shamble attempting to disappear behind one of the rows of seating. Getting to his feet, he turned to face it, placing his hat back on his head and extending his wings out of reflex. It, in turn, froze in place for a moment before hissing and charging at the wyngro, clearly aiming to injure him before he could hurt it.

With no weapons to his disposal and an almighty clap of his wings that echoed throughout the empty hall, he took swiftly into the air. Lest this not be your sign, Chii’falla please forgive me for what I must do. That thought still running through his head he dove, landing forcefully upon the spite, pinning it to the ground with his weight. He wasted no time in firmly slipping his hands around its head - one to hold the back, the other tightly clamping its mouth shut - and pulling it upward until its soft fleshy neck began to tear.

A risky manoeuvre by even the most insane person’s standards yet it appeared to have paid off as he stood, firmly clasping the now deceased spite’s head in his hands while its body lay motionless beneath his feet. The signature black blood pooling around his feet. He found himself panting softly from the adrenaline rush the kill had given him. It was over as quickly as it had begun. He was safe. Any visitors to the Chant that evening were safe. What a mess though. The liquid was sure to leave a stain if it was allowed to sit for too long but at the very least the body itself was quickly disintegrating into the air.

Starlight sighed softly, before setting off to find a mop of some description. He didn’t manage to wander far, however, before a familiar voice graced the room with its presence - Graw’falla, “Greetings, child. How long have you been here?” His tone dry yet curious as he hobbled in, his staff clicking against the hard stone floor.

“Not long. Though long enough to be attacked, I’m afraid.” Starlight gently rubbed the back of his head, motioning towards what was left of the spite.

“I was actually attempting to find something to mop up the mess and-“

“Oh, need not worry about cleaning that up, child. Spites like that have a way of disappearing once they are dealt with. Nevertheless, a spite so deep within the Chant? Truly a horrific thought...” The lantern paused, glancing up towards the large stained-glass depiction of Chii’falla for a moment. An almost knowledgeable glint in his eye as he slightly dipped his head and smiled a little. “Though, if you came here seeking a sign then perhaps that might just be Her way of telling you of the class Bulbrax is going to be holding.”

“Bulbrax?”

“Yes, child. One of Last Notch’s finest spite hunters. In just a matter of days he shall be taking a group of wyngrew under his wing to better prepare Wynsiph in the event of another attack before he leaves to return back to Last Notch.”

“Interesting... Thank you kindly for sharing such knowledge with me, My Falla. I shall research into this class posthaste.”
~~~~~~~~~

Perhaps a new calling in life was just what the doctor ordered for good ol’ Starly here. He’s been needing a job anyway. Houses aren’t cheap and there’s only so far mining gemstones can get you when your skills lay more in flying and having a keen eye for shooting a bow.

Wyn Tracker - docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d…

Description

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WARNING: Contains description of spite death

Dearest Chii’falla have mercy upon my tainted soul.

I come to you once more in a moment of weakness to ask the same question that has been plaguing my mind each time I visit. I halted my attack the moment our town sybil had demanded it... yet you still lay upon my body the mark of those cursed with plague. A divine punishment laid upon this town for foolishly striking down the beast but yet why was it I who you chose? Was the town doomed to ruin by your grand design? Was I deemed blasphemous by trying to fight it? Perhaps I am the one in the wrong by assuming as such. The great all-loving goddess could do no wrong and would not wish upon Her children pain. Perhaps I am merely ungrateful for a blessing in disguise yet if it is a blessing then why must my fellow wyngrew shun me so if I dare show them? Be it blessing or curse, I come to you seeking answers to questions my mortal mind cannot hope to comprehend... I only ask of you to give me a sign. Where should my next step fall?

As he kneeled below the stained-glass window, Starlight could feel the warmth of the quickly fading sunlight that filtered though it. He had always been a devout follower of Luxhallow even before the Chant had been erected and he had been finding himself returning to this spot day after day in hope of finding answers. Most days he managed to time his visits as to where Graw’falla was away and this day was no different as he was currently busy at The Cranny’s mini chant for an evening speech. If he was being honest to himself, Starlight much preferred being alone while he was praying. It was far less complicated and he did not have to worry about the lantern’s judging eyes.

A soft skittering sounded from behind him, breaking the silence of his prayer. It couldn’t be... surely not. He knew that the protective magic new nova tree was still struggling to reach very far and Warptide was fast approaching but a shamble this far into the Chant? Disgracing this holy sanctuary? Unacceptable.

Starlight quickly whipped his head around to face the sound only for his suspicions to be proven true. His heart sank. There it was, plain as Chii’falla’s blessed day, a single shamble attempting to disappear behind one of the rows of seating. Getting to his feet, he turned to face it, placing his hat back on his head and extending his wings out of reflex. It, in turn, froze in place for a moment before hissing and charging at the wyngro, clearly aiming to injure him before he could hurt it.

With no weapons to his disposal and an almighty clap of his wings that echoed throughout the empty hall, he took swiftly into the air. Lest this not be your sign, Chii’falla please forgive me for what I must do. That thought still running through his head he dove, landing forcefully upon the spite, pinning it to the ground with his weight. He wasted no time in firmly slipping his hands around its head - one to hold the back, the other tightly clamping its mouth shut - and pulling it upward until its soft fleshy neck began to tear.

A risky manoeuvre by even the most insane person’s standards yet it appeared to have paid off as he stood, firmly clasping the now deceased spite’s head in his hands while its body lay motionless beneath his feet. The signature black blood pooling around his feet. He found himself panting softly from the adrenaline rush the kill had given him. It was over as quickly as it had begun. He was safe. Any visitors to the Chant that evening were safe. What a mess though. The liquid was sure to leave a stain if it was allowed to sit for too long but at the very least the body itself was quickly disintegrating into the air.

Starlight sighed softly, before setting off to find a mop of some description. He didn’t manage to wander far, however, before a familiar voice graced the room with its presence - Graw’falla, “Greetings, child. How long have you been here?” His tone dry yet curious as he hobbled in, his staff clicking against the hard stone floor.

“Not long. Though long enough to be attacked, I’m afraid.” Starlight gently rubbed the back of his head, motioning towards what was left of the spite.

“I was actually attempting to find something to mop up the mess and-“

“Oh, need not worry about cleaning that up, child. Spites like that have a way of disappearing once they are dealt with. Nevertheless, a spite so deep within the Chant? Truly a horrific thought...” The lantern paused, glancing up towards the large stained-glass depiction of Chii’falla for a moment. An almost knowledgeable glint in his eye as he slightly dipped his head and smiled a little. “Though, if you came here seeking a sign then perhaps that might just be Her way of telling you of the class Bulbrax is going to be holding.”

“Bulbrax?”

“Yes, child. One of Last Notch’s finest spite hunters. In just a matter of days he shall be taking a group of wyngrew under his wing to better prepare Wynsiph in the event of another attack before he leaves to return back to Last Notch.”

“Interesting... Thank you kindly for sharing such knowledge with me, My Falla. I shall research into this class posthaste.”
~~~~~~~~~

Perhaps a new calling in life was just what the doctor ordered for good ol’ Starly here. He’s been needing a job anyway. Houses aren’t cheap and there’s only so far mining gemstones can get you when your skills lay more in flying and having a keen eye for shooting a bow.

Wyn Tracker - docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d…