Threads Of Destiny(Eastern Fantasy, Sequel to Forge of Destiny)
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I think that both of those options are
1 - local, only this current attacked place would benefit,
And
2 - temporary, because sooner or later some high realm investigator/geomancer will come and start digging stuff.
And anything that we would dig up will be of use only right now.
If that wasn't the case, I would probably champion for the "find what happened" option, but as is - I think catching one of the actual executors of the attack is more useful.
1 - local, only this current attacked place would benefit,
And
2 - temporary, because sooner or later some high realm investigator/geomancer will come and start digging stuff.
And anything that we would dig up will be of use only right now.
If that wasn't the case, I would probably champion for the "find what happened" option, but as is - I think catching one of the actual executors of the attack is more useful.
Ling Qingge and the Dream Horse 2
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Ling Qingge and the Dream Horse, Gallop 2: The Hand That Reaches Towards Infinity
Ling Qingge has bad habits she's quite aware of. One of them was, whenever she met someone fancy enough, someone high-brow enough, she tried to emphasize her rough, crude manners. She'd been as well-raised as many girl from a servant family, she knew how to be the perfect form of (servile) civility, and in the meantime she'd learned how to be the refined kind of civil, the sort called gentlewoman because they had servants for the things less than gentle.
Among those rougher she sometimes tried to match them, or sometimes played the refined hero, but among the sort born with golden chopsticks or something equally impractical, she liked being the rough horse girl who has an unnervingly close relationship with her beast spirit, treating them like a person… and of course, why shouldn't she, when people and beasts are not so far apart as one might think?
That included her, though, so she tried not to let her hackles raise up, tried not to give a mental hiss at the girl in front of her, the young woman.
She was tall, very tall, ethereal and dangerous, dark-skinned but perfectly dressed in something that Qingge was sure was precious clothing. Smooth, flawless skin, as clear as jade… the very sort that were most likely to mock Qingge back at the Sect. She'd risen far enough and fast enough to outpace that, but she was… okay, yes she was a little nervous.
"I suppose it would behoove me to introduce myself," she said, gesturing towards Lightning's hooves with a playful grin. In her experience, there was nothing better than a bad pun, but nobles didn't appreciate it. But she saw the slight shift, a smile slipping onto the girl's face, laughter not included but hinted at. Oh, now that's nice: she likes puns! Qingge can work with that!
"First, allow me to introduce my friend, Lighting, in whose blood runs a Sovereign Line," she declared, dramatically. "Thunderer across the world, fearless and peerless, lover of apples."
"You cannot say that, dear heart, and not give me an apple," Lightning whined.
"In a moment," Ling Qingge said, enjoying the moment of feeling like a comedy duo as she slipped off Lightning to gesture broadly.
"And don't let that snake come near me."
"Of course I'd never let that big scary snake next to poor whittle Lightning," Qingge said.
"I'm not afraid," Lightning insisted, as she expected, and Ling Qingge turned back to grin. "And I, her rider, am the scourge of bandits and the Outrider, technically a Baron but nevermind any of that, Ling Qingge." She gestured broadly, and grinned and… what?
She'd once had a really fun fight with a really evil bandit where he'd had dozens of weapons and she'd taken them away from him one at a time and beaten him with that. She'd killed him with a Ji.
That's what the Lady looked like now: Ji'd right in the face.
"I…" she trailed off.
"Come on, it's only polite to introduce yourself," Qingge said, gesturing. "I've introduced myself well enough, and pointers can be for later."
"I'm Baron Ling Qi… and this is Ling Hanyi, and Ling Zhengui." She was gesturing towards her two spirits, and that was something… Ling, though? That wasn't a fancy name at all. She'd chosen Ling for a reason when she'd broken from her family, after she realized they'd just want to use her to get ahead and be of service to the worst Viscounts in the Emerald Seas. Ling Qi, though… if she chose her own name, that was a good pun. Well worth it.
"Ah, spirits as family. Interesting! Did you choose your name yourself?" Qingge asked. "When you broke off from your family too?"
"Broke off from my family?" Qi asked, frowning.
"Well, I assume that's why. You might have even made the first name too… people do that, you know? There's a Cultivator in the Duchess court raising her new daughter, sort of, named Lin Hai who chose his own name, I'm sure you've heard of--"
"What year is it?" Ling Qi now seemed almost blank enough to be unreadable. Almost, but she was still shocked.
"The thirty-first year of the reign of the Empress, sixth month" Qingge said, frowning and considering it. She knew at once that this wasn't the 'right' answer according to this lady, who did seem to be telling the truth. It was possible to lie to her, but she was very good at figuring it out, because so many people tried to just not have a reaction, or be less there to not have those reactions… yet that was exactly the wrong strategy for her means, and it'd have been easier to lean into control of the physical and material. "What year do you think it is?"
"It is the forty-sixth year of the reign of the Empress, in the sixth month."
"What? You're claiming that there's Lankashan shenanigans afoot?" she asked. Qingge also noticed that the spirit girl was stepping forward.
"She's an imposter, isn't she sis? Can we freeze her and figure out what she's doing?" the spirit asked, eagerly, clearly looking forward to… well.
She knew ice spirits were always hungry, but it was annoying that she'd take it for granted. Ling Qingge shifted back, hand going towards a sword at Lightning's side.
"Lankashan?" Ling Qi asked, frowning. For a moment Ling Qi seemed confused, but then she seemed to rally, as if her memory had finally reminded her of the common story.
"See, you definitely know the story! Rotten axe handle? You're trying to claim I've been sent forward in time by… what, the Dream Horse? Wait, this could just be some weird dream," she realized, with a laugh. "Some lesson or message or something? Or a challenge to face, a Tribulation."
It would be interesting if it was, but she was not so sure. And the way Ling Qi was looking at her was weird.
"Gui thinks she does look familiar," the turtle declared.
"Zhen thinks she smells different," the snake head declared in turn.
"Different from what?" she asked, and she was still tense.
"Tell me, what was your original clan?" Ling Qi asked, and there was distance in her voice, but it was the sort of distance people tried to open up, when they were acting high and mighty.
She almost bristled and said, "Do you really need me to repeat the story? Whatever your origins, oh high Lady no doubt from some County line, we're both Green--"
"What?" Ling Qi asked, seemingly agog, as if nobody had ever challenged her or put her to… no, that was unkind. Ling Qingge knew that it was very easy to read someone wrongly, once you decided that they had made a bad impression.
"Do you not know the story? The He are a servant clan, who serve the worst and most corrupt Viscounts in the whole of the Emerald Seas, in a dying city, Tonghou, and though family can matter I would not be a servant and legbreaker, a criminal rather than a hero." She puffed up, defensively. "Whatever accusation the Liu have thrown, they are false and time and the investigation will bear this all out. So I became Ling Qingge."
Ling Qi said, in a strangled voice, "I… do not know what has happened, but if you are not some Spirit creation, or if I am not somehow in a dream, I feel as if even more than Lankashan has happened."
Everyone was peering at her strangely, now.
"What?"
"My mother came from the He clan, and I was born Ling Qi."
"Impossible, or… what, is this my dream's revelation that I have a child? If so, I should learn better math than that," she said, frustrated with herself. She was well-educated, and thus shouldn't make the kind of basic math error wherein she should already have a child if this was her child before her, already seventeen and that many years from now and the future.
"Yes," Ling Qi said, bluntly, and she seemed unnerved. "It is as if the…" she had that look, of a Cultivator trying to fit something into her way. "As if different choices on the stream of time… but no. Time flows forward, ever forward. It can't be."
"Well, Ling Qi, you know I'm not the sort to give everyone advice, but if something seems impossible but there's no other possibility, then it isn't impossible," she said, firmly.
"Please, come with me," Ling Qi said. "There's… people I need you to meet, if you're real, and you seem to be." She seemed unnerved, and kept on glancing at her, looking at her at different angles.
"I'd be willing to, if you could tell me even a little about yourself. Come on, give a little to get a little. I am happy to talk of my own interests and joys, but not before someone who may not be real and who keeps herself hidden behind a courtier's smile and quite a lot of ice."
She knew then that she'd unnerved Ling Qi, but she did not know why, or how, nor did she know why all of her Arts were telling her this was real… but if it was, then what? She definitely didn't know of any other person cast out from the He besides herself. She'd chosen it, but it was the sort of hot, angry choice that sometimes left her insides as raw as could be. She remembered… no, she did not want to remember right now. If you got lost in the past, you couldn't live in the present.
("And to commemorate your great deed, and to strengthen your hand and prove your allegiance to the Liu, we have arranged a marriage…")
(If you got lost in the past, you couldn't live in the present. As it were. Move on. Seek the next horizon.)
"I enjoy music, cultivating, spending time with my family," Ling Qi said, though she seemed unnerved, as if she was trying to figure something out. "Also tea… by exposure, by this point." She seemed wry. "And you?"
"Horses, but you know that! And I love music, flutes and…"
Wouldn't another noble just sneer at it? At the thoughts she had about music, the strange, untraditional thoughts that made her think that as beautiful as the composition of a flute is, there was something even more impactful?
Something about this girl made Ling Qingge put her best foot forward. She seemed familiar.
"And fighting evil. Cultivating, yes, but if I did not pursue my way to Protect and help others, then what's the point?" She smiled, and gave a proud gesture.
"I understand," Ling Qi said, and it seemed like she did. It really did feel just a little like being understood, and she almost said it. Almost said that she believed that the best songs were the songs of nature.
But how could she explain it, when the few times she'd tried she'd been told it sounded like noise… it didn't matter, usually, of course. She was a bold hero, she did not have such doubts about the sanctity of her Way.
"So what do you want me to do, that you're willing to share your tea secrets?" Qingge asked.
"I would like you to head back to the camp. We've seen off the latest Cloud Nomad attack, so it should be safe. And there are things we need to figure out, if you're…"
"Very mysterious," Qingge teased, with a smirk. "But… I suppose I could accompany you."
It was beautiful land, and in the distance she could see mountains that seemed perfect for dragon horses. What a place to be… this had to be further south than she'd been when she chased the Dream Horse, much further south. They moved, not quickly by Cultivator standards, but not at all slow. Lightning was not going full out, and Ling Qi seemed to be matching her pace.
"There's an enemy underground, the Ith, and they've teamed up with the Cloud Nomads to fight us. We're on break, we were sent away after a particular campaign," Ling Qi explained. "To deal with the threats up north for a while." As if it were a break, Ling Qingge realized. But she guessed in war that battling underground was probably less terrifying than battling in the open plains? She'd never fought a war.
Ling Qi was opening up, if slowly, willing to talk about music and share a flute composition (sans flute) that she knew. It was beautiful, and Qingge knew the style. It was the sort that she'd been taught growing up within the He, which was no surprise. It was good to be traditional with one's compositions, and all of that.
"There's something you're not saying," Ling Qingge accused, a few dozen minutes of conversation later. "Come on, I'm not weak, Ling Qi. I agreed to come with you back toward Snowblossom." They were not there yet, but it was only a matter of time at the rate they were moving. "What's got you…"
"My mother's name was Ling Qingge," Ling Qi declared, seemingly rushing the fence. "She was a daughter of the He, but was cast out… but she is not you. She didn't become a Cultivator until a few years ago, when I became a Baron. I don't know how that's possible, but if you are real, you're not just from the past…"
What?
Ling Qingge felt suddenly a fear she never had before, one of those strange philosophical ones. Was she the dream and she did not know it? It felt as if some hand was reaching out to grab and shake her, make her doubt everything... when she could never afford doubts.
"I'm worried that you're from some… alternate reality? Or some Liminal version of who she might have been. I'm not sure, but… we need to be able to check. I'm not going to do anything rash, I have enough people telling me not to, but we... need to see."
Ling Qi seemed prepared, just in case Qingge did anything, but she couldn't.
Qingge was frozen.
Ling Qingge was being taken to meet "herself." Sooner, or later.
The thought almost had her fleeing.
AN: Things only continue to develop, as we see a bit more of the made up excuse--basically a break from Underground Xianxia Vietnam to protect Snowblossom, and a bit more about Ling Qingge's backstory and insecurities and so on. Things are not perfect in her life, even if she does have a lot more control.
Ling Qingge has bad habits she's quite aware of. One of them was, whenever she met someone fancy enough, someone high-brow enough, she tried to emphasize her rough, crude manners. She'd been as well-raised as many girl from a servant family, she knew how to be the perfect form of (servile) civility, and in the meantime she'd learned how to be the refined kind of civil, the sort called gentlewoman because they had servants for the things less than gentle.
Among those rougher she sometimes tried to match them, or sometimes played the refined hero, but among the sort born with golden chopsticks or something equally impractical, she liked being the rough horse girl who has an unnervingly close relationship with her beast spirit, treating them like a person… and of course, why shouldn't she, when people and beasts are not so far apart as one might think?
That included her, though, so she tried not to let her hackles raise up, tried not to give a mental hiss at the girl in front of her, the young woman.
She was tall, very tall, ethereal and dangerous, dark-skinned but perfectly dressed in something that Qingge was sure was precious clothing. Smooth, flawless skin, as clear as jade… the very sort that were most likely to mock Qingge back at the Sect. She'd risen far enough and fast enough to outpace that, but she was… okay, yes she was a little nervous.
"I suppose it would behoove me to introduce myself," she said, gesturing towards Lightning's hooves with a playful grin. In her experience, there was nothing better than a bad pun, but nobles didn't appreciate it. But she saw the slight shift, a smile slipping onto the girl's face, laughter not included but hinted at. Oh, now that's nice: she likes puns! Qingge can work with that!
"First, allow me to introduce my friend, Lighting, in whose blood runs a Sovereign Line," she declared, dramatically. "Thunderer across the world, fearless and peerless, lover of apples."
"You cannot say that, dear heart, and not give me an apple," Lightning whined.
"In a moment," Ling Qingge said, enjoying the moment of feeling like a comedy duo as she slipped off Lightning to gesture broadly.
"And don't let that snake come near me."
"Of course I'd never let that big scary snake next to poor whittle Lightning," Qingge said.
"I'm not afraid," Lightning insisted, as she expected, and Ling Qingge turned back to grin. "And I, her rider, am the scourge of bandits and the Outrider, technically a Baron but nevermind any of that, Ling Qingge." She gestured broadly, and grinned and… what?
She'd once had a really fun fight with a really evil bandit where he'd had dozens of weapons and she'd taken them away from him one at a time and beaten him with that. She'd killed him with a Ji.
That's what the Lady looked like now: Ji'd right in the face.
"I…" she trailed off.
"Come on, it's only polite to introduce yourself," Qingge said, gesturing. "I've introduced myself well enough, and pointers can be for later."
"I'm Baron Ling Qi… and this is Ling Hanyi, and Ling Zhengui." She was gesturing towards her two spirits, and that was something… Ling, though? That wasn't a fancy name at all. She'd chosen Ling for a reason when she'd broken from her family, after she realized they'd just want to use her to get ahead and be of service to the worst Viscounts in the Emerald Seas. Ling Qi, though… if she chose her own name, that was a good pun. Well worth it.
"Ah, spirits as family. Interesting! Did you choose your name yourself?" Qingge asked. "When you broke off from your family too?"
"Broke off from my family?" Qi asked, frowning.
"Well, I assume that's why. You might have even made the first name too… people do that, you know? There's a Cultivator in the Duchess court raising her new daughter, sort of, named Lin Hai who chose his own name, I'm sure you've heard of--"
"What year is it?" Ling Qi now seemed almost blank enough to be unreadable. Almost, but she was still shocked.
"The thirty-first year of the reign of the Empress, sixth month" Qingge said, frowning and considering it. She knew at once that this wasn't the 'right' answer according to this lady, who did seem to be telling the truth. It was possible to lie to her, but she was very good at figuring it out, because so many people tried to just not have a reaction, or be less there to not have those reactions… yet that was exactly the wrong strategy for her means, and it'd have been easier to lean into control of the physical and material. "What year do you think it is?"
"It is the forty-sixth year of the reign of the Empress, in the sixth month."
"What? You're claiming that there's Lankashan shenanigans afoot?" she asked. Qingge also noticed that the spirit girl was stepping forward.
"She's an imposter, isn't she sis? Can we freeze her and figure out what she's doing?" the spirit asked, eagerly, clearly looking forward to… well.
She knew ice spirits were always hungry, but it was annoying that she'd take it for granted. Ling Qingge shifted back, hand going towards a sword at Lightning's side.
"Lankashan?" Ling Qi asked, frowning. For a moment Ling Qi seemed confused, but then she seemed to rally, as if her memory had finally reminded her of the common story.
"See, you definitely know the story! Rotten axe handle? You're trying to claim I've been sent forward in time by… what, the Dream Horse? Wait, this could just be some weird dream," she realized, with a laugh. "Some lesson or message or something? Or a challenge to face, a Tribulation."
It would be interesting if it was, but she was not so sure. And the way Ling Qi was looking at her was weird.
"Gui thinks she does look familiar," the turtle declared.
"Zhen thinks she smells different," the snake head declared in turn.
"Different from what?" she asked, and she was still tense.
"Tell me, what was your original clan?" Ling Qi asked, and there was distance in her voice, but it was the sort of distance people tried to open up, when they were acting high and mighty.
She almost bristled and said, "Do you really need me to repeat the story? Whatever your origins, oh high Lady no doubt from some County line, we're both Green--"
"What?" Ling Qi asked, seemingly agog, as if nobody had ever challenged her or put her to… no, that was unkind. Ling Qingge knew that it was very easy to read someone wrongly, once you decided that they had made a bad impression.
"Do you not know the story? The He are a servant clan, who serve the worst and most corrupt Viscounts in the whole of the Emerald Seas, in a dying city, Tonghou, and though family can matter I would not be a servant and legbreaker, a criminal rather than a hero." She puffed up, defensively. "Whatever accusation the Liu have thrown, they are false and time and the investigation will bear this all out. So I became Ling Qingge."
Ling Qi said, in a strangled voice, "I… do not know what has happened, but if you are not some Spirit creation, or if I am not somehow in a dream, I feel as if even more than Lankashan has happened."
Everyone was peering at her strangely, now.
"What?"
"My mother came from the He clan, and I was born Ling Qi."
"Impossible, or… what, is this my dream's revelation that I have a child? If so, I should learn better math than that," she said, frustrated with herself. She was well-educated, and thus shouldn't make the kind of basic math error wherein she should already have a child if this was her child before her, already seventeen and that many years from now and the future.
"Yes," Ling Qi said, bluntly, and she seemed unnerved. "It is as if the…" she had that look, of a Cultivator trying to fit something into her way. "As if different choices on the stream of time… but no. Time flows forward, ever forward. It can't be."
"Well, Ling Qi, you know I'm not the sort to give everyone advice, but if something seems impossible but there's no other possibility, then it isn't impossible," she said, firmly.
"Please, come with me," Ling Qi said. "There's… people I need you to meet, if you're real, and you seem to be." She seemed unnerved, and kept on glancing at her, looking at her at different angles.
"I'd be willing to, if you could tell me even a little about yourself. Come on, give a little to get a little. I am happy to talk of my own interests and joys, but not before someone who may not be real and who keeps herself hidden behind a courtier's smile and quite a lot of ice."
She knew then that she'd unnerved Ling Qi, but she did not know why, or how, nor did she know why all of her Arts were telling her this was real… but if it was, then what? She definitely didn't know of any other person cast out from the He besides herself. She'd chosen it, but it was the sort of hot, angry choice that sometimes left her insides as raw as could be. She remembered… no, she did not want to remember right now. If you got lost in the past, you couldn't live in the present.
(If you got lost in the past, you couldn't live in the present. As it were. Move on. Seek the next horizon.)
"I enjoy music, cultivating, spending time with my family," Ling Qi said, though she seemed unnerved, as if she was trying to figure something out. "Also tea… by exposure, by this point." She seemed wry. "And you?"
"Horses, but you know that! And I love music, flutes and…"
Wouldn't another noble just sneer at it? At the thoughts she had about music, the strange, untraditional thoughts that made her think that as beautiful as the composition of a flute is, there was something even more impactful?
Something about this girl made Ling Qingge put her best foot forward. She seemed familiar.
"And fighting evil. Cultivating, yes, but if I did not pursue my way to Protect and help others, then what's the point?" She smiled, and gave a proud gesture.
"I understand," Ling Qi said, and it seemed like she did. It really did feel just a little like being understood, and she almost said it. Almost said that she believed that the best songs were the songs of nature.
But how could she explain it, when the few times she'd tried she'd been told it sounded like noise… it didn't matter, usually, of course. She was a bold hero, she did not have such doubts about the sanctity of her Way.
"So what do you want me to do, that you're willing to share your tea secrets?" Qingge asked.
"I would like you to head back to the camp. We've seen off the latest Cloud Nomad attack, so it should be safe. And there are things we need to figure out, if you're…"
"Very mysterious," Qingge teased, with a smirk. "But… I suppose I could accompany you."
It was beautiful land, and in the distance she could see mountains that seemed perfect for dragon horses. What a place to be… this had to be further south than she'd been when she chased the Dream Horse, much further south. They moved, not quickly by Cultivator standards, but not at all slow. Lightning was not going full out, and Ling Qi seemed to be matching her pace.
"There's an enemy underground, the Ith, and they've teamed up with the Cloud Nomads to fight us. We're on break, we were sent away after a particular campaign," Ling Qi explained. "To deal with the threats up north for a while." As if it were a break, Ling Qingge realized. But she guessed in war that battling underground was probably less terrifying than battling in the open plains? She'd never fought a war.
Ling Qi was opening up, if slowly, willing to talk about music and share a flute composition (sans flute) that she knew. It was beautiful, and Qingge knew the style. It was the sort that she'd been taught growing up within the He, which was no surprise. It was good to be traditional with one's compositions, and all of that.
"There's something you're not saying," Ling Qingge accused, a few dozen minutes of conversation later. "Come on, I'm not weak, Ling Qi. I agreed to come with you back toward Snowblossom." They were not there yet, but it was only a matter of time at the rate they were moving. "What's got you…"
"My mother's name was Ling Qingge," Ling Qi declared, seemingly rushing the fence. "She was a daughter of the He, but was cast out… but she is not you. She didn't become a Cultivator until a few years ago, when I became a Baron. I don't know how that's possible, but if you are real, you're not just from the past…"
What?
Ling Qingge felt suddenly a fear she never had before, one of those strange philosophical ones. Was she the dream and she did not know it? It felt as if some hand was reaching out to grab and shake her, make her doubt everything... when she could never afford doubts.
"I'm worried that you're from some… alternate reality? Or some Liminal version of who she might have been. I'm not sure, but… we need to be able to check. I'm not going to do anything rash, I have enough people telling me not to, but we... need to see."
Ling Qi seemed prepared, just in case Qingge did anything, but she couldn't.
Qingge was frozen.
Ling Qingge was being taken to meet "herself." Sooner, or later.
The thought almost had her fleeing.
AN: Things only continue to develop, as we see a bit more of the made up excuse--basically a break from Underground Xianxia Vietnam to protect Snowblossom, and a bit more about Ling Qingge's backstory and insecurities and so on. Things are not perfect in her life, even if she does have a lot more control.
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Shouldn't these say south?
Snowblossom and the cloud nomads are (in the) south of the Emerald Seas
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Fixed. Sorry, I'm used to thinking, "North=Cold" and so my brain just didn't function.
Oh that was fun! Can't wait to see the meeting!
- Location
- Colorado
We aren't going to be doing anything. We're on a schedule, so we're using this delay to gather information to relay to the response force that will hopefully be able to follow up on this. It's why I voted for the other option, I've got more faith in the guards to track down a saboteur we point them towards than to exorcise/investigate some complicated Ith working, even if we can tell them exactly where it is.
[X] She would listen for disruptions beyond the walls, beyond the people, discerning if there might be a trail for one stained with malice escaping the pain they had made.
I would think that cultivator guards are at least as good at CSI as tracking. And there's no reason to assume it's complicated, either. Also, the people here may be able to deduce things other investigators can't that would good for everyone to know. While catching the culprit could reveal things as well, I'm willing to bet they put more resources into their escape plan than cloaking their weapon and it's byproducts.
A comment on the discord made me wonder...what kind of sartorial inspiration might Qiyi get from Shenhua?
Waaaaay too much exposed skin for LQs comfort.
- Location
- Colorado
Sure, they're probably equally skilled in both areas, but one DC is probably higher due to alien-ness. The fugitive is mostly an imperial criminal who probably has some rudimentary Ith tools. The ritual site or whatever it is is the result of an alien cultivation system these guys probably have no personal experience with. I'm not saying they can't do anything there, I just think it's more likely they get results from the collaborator.
[X] She would listen for disruptions beyond the walls, beyond the people, discerning if there might be a trail for one stained with malice escaping the pain they had made.
Not really sure about this. It inherently assumes the culprit escaped, instead of this being some spite fulled suicide thing. Which could be insightful in itself, I guess.
Not really sure about this. It inherently assumes the culprit escaped, instead of this being some spite fulled suicide thing. Which could be insightful in itself, I guess.
The issue is with time passed the trail is gone cold especially once they find their way underground, and knowing Ith methods, the mechanism would have selfdestructed as well.
- Location
- Earth
[X] She would listen for disruptions beyond the walls, beyond the people, discerning if there might be a trail for one stained with malice escaping the pain they had made.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Fabula Amanti
I want a Grimoire, but I got books.
- Location
- Singapore
Would Qiyi call her Grandmother I wonder? She was made from a part of Liming who is technically made of Renxiang's own fractured soul.
I want to be the fly on the wall if so.
Well, Qiyi called Liming - "pretty sister", so probably not grandma!
Aunt?