Dragon

Land of Karchan

A Mother's Plight


Date: 4/25/17
Place: The Aether Realms

Someone named Sloane is attempting contact with you.
You tell [to Sloane] : Greetings. How may I help you?
Sloane tells [to you] : Hm. This pendant just appeared in my pocket...
You tell [to Sloane] : Maybe someone or something sensed that you were in need of something? *pause* Is there something you desire, Sloane?
Sloane tells [to you] : Who doesn't desire things? *pause* But there is always a cost. You tell [to Sloane] : *Thoughtful silence* What I take for what I give is usually minimal. The benefits of my help always outweigh the price by quite a bit. I understand your suspicion though. You are not required to ask favors of me just because you have one of my pendants, but then again, the things I can do for you would be well worth a little trouble... Sloane tells [to you] : *silence* What I desire most is quite weighty. It is not something easily fixed...
You tell [to Sloane] : Then start from the beginning and I will see what I can do to help. It may be within my power to grant.
Sloane tells [to you] : ...someone I care a lot about it very ill.
You tell [to Sloane] : That is within my ability to fix, if you desire it. Who is ailing? I would love to help you and your loved one...
Sloane tells [to you] : *swallows hard* ...my son.
You tell [to Sloane] : If you ask me officially, I will heal your son. I feel your trepidation however. Please talk to me if you have concerns. Do not suffer inwardly with questions I can easily answer, m'lady.
Sloane tells [to you] : Okay...*pause* Say I do. Officially ask you to heal my son. What is the cost? Will someone else get the brunt of it? Will I? He is only four how am I to take care of him if you do something to me?
You tell [to Sloane] : I believe that in order to receive something you need, you must give something for it. Or you must work for it. I do not pass along maladies to other people if I remove them from someone. I do not operate in that manner. Whatever I take from you will not hinder your ability to care for your son. I would not do that to someone looking to care for their child. You have my word, Sloane. The decision is yours, but you need not fret. You will still be able to care for your son...
Sloane tells [to you] : And work? Will I be able to work?
You tell [to Sloane] : Absolutely. I promise you.
Sloane tells [to you] : *falls quiet for some time*
You tell [to Sloane] : *Awaits your decision patiently*
Someone named Sloane is attempting to ask a favor of you.
You tell [to Sloane] : Please state your request clearly. If you would like, I will show you my handiwork, but it will require me bringing you to my den. Do you agree?
Sloane tells [to you] : I agree.
Sloane is dispelled from the fog, formed from nothingness...
Klyavrite glides through the air, a ghostly figure cloaked in shadow. His hands and arms are skeletal, and though he should be frightening to most, there is an odd sort of calm that his presence grants those in his den. "Greetings, Sloane, and welcome to my den. Are you prepared for my help?" The peculiar being waves his hand over the map to the far north of the room, revealing the woman's son in bed, resting. "The poor child. He truly is suffering. I will fix this for you, as promised..." Klyavrite places his hand on the youth's forehead by reaching into the image that shows him, a blue glow entering the child's mouth and the faintest glow held by the child's skin. After a couple of moments, he stirs, eyes wide and looking healthier than he ever has. Klyavrite retracts his hand as Sloane's son loses his glow, though it is obvious at a glance that the boy is healed. He turns his hidden visage to Sloane, floating back to her. If she allows it, he will take her hands to exact his payment - an irritating ringing in the ears whose volume will vary from non-existent to overwhelming depending on when it strikes. Right now, it is a five out of ten, but doesn't keep Sloane from being able to hear. It is just present and a nagging irritation. "Do you require anything else of me, Sloane?"
Sloane stands stoically as she appears in the den, her dark eyes swiftly moving around the room as she waits for the being to talk. When his hand moves over the map and the four year old appears, Sloane instinctively takes a step forward and whispers his name. Caden ...The little boy bears little resemblance to his mother Save for those dark, almond shaped eyes. Every other feature he possesses is that of his father, a being he has no relationship with. Sloane's breath catches in her throat as she watches the healing begin and her little boy appears healthier than he ever had. The normally scowling, emotionless woman now has silent tears rolling down her cheeks. Of course she would be off to Rajan as soon as she could, to see for herself. But as the being takes her hands and the ringing makes its appearance she gives her head a small shake. "No, that's it..." she answers quietly. "But thank you," she says a big louder, earnest this time.
Klyavrite reaches into his robes and procures some gemstones from within, handing them over to Sloane. "To fund your trip home and help you get your son settled wherever you put down roots. I suggest when he is of age, to enroll him in the Khneo Academy for the best education. These gems can help you fund his entry, as only locals go without payment. Spoil him a little and give him the attention. He craves your presence. Have a good evening, Sloane..." The being motions to a portal leading down then, his way of seeing Sloane to the door. Sloane walks down the fog to Kuri below.

Last modified on April 25, 2017, 15:43:33