I am sure one exists, and if it exists in your world, I don't see why the leaders wouldn't let you have it. They have asked much of us, snatching us here and having us do these dangerous quests. The least they could offer in return is a keepsake.
[Hell, Viktor would get it for Skan himself, but after getting Rolan a horse, if he keeps that up he's never going to have his own magic, or his own keepsakes.
Viktor scooches aside in the bed a little to make more room for Skan, and to lie down again to rest. He lifts one arm to lay atop Skan's wing, and his other hand strokes the feathers on the gryphon's head and neck.]
I would like that.
[Viktor looks softly at Skandranon. He's unsure how he ended up so comfortable with someone so quickly, recluse that he is. But the bond feels safe, comforting, warm. He feels cared for.
He speaks very softly as he tells the story, almost as if telling it to himself, like it doesn't matter if anyone else hears it.]
Jayce and I met... Ehh, almost a decade ago? His lab was broken into by some kids, who caused an explosion with the volatile materials in there. At that time, experimenting with magic was forbidden in our city, and Jayce was trying to combine science with magic to create something new he called Hextech. I was the Dean's assistant, helping with the investigation into the explosion, and upon reading his notes, I took a strong interest in his research. However, he was expelled from the academy for research that went against the city's ethos, and he saw it as the end of his road. Nosy as I was, I snuck back into his ruined lab one night, to find him about to jump out of it and end his life. I told him I wanted to pursue his research further with him, that I thought he was truly onto something.
And he was. We invented the Hexgates, teleporters that could instantly transport goods and people into and out of the city. The economy boomed as a result, and for years we worked on several other inventions that we thought could improve lives of regular citizens. But I became ill, and the politics became complicated, and we lost our dream.
Shortly before coming to Caldera, I was standing at a ledge about to jump, and he interrupted me. He was determined to cure my illness, to save my life. We hoped Hextech would be the answer, but it wasn't. Still, I am grateful to have the time I did with Jayce. I am sad we didn't accomplish more, but proud of what we did together. He... He cares so much for me. I worry about what will happen to him once I'm truly gone.
[He looks down at Skan's wing, where his hand pets it absently. Oh, his heart aches.]
cw suicide attempt, arcane spoilers?
[Hell, Viktor would get it for Skan himself, but after getting Rolan a horse, if he keeps that up he's never going to have his own magic, or his own keepsakes.
Viktor scooches aside in the bed a little to make more room for Skan, and to lie down again to rest. He lifts one arm to lay atop Skan's wing, and his other hand strokes the feathers on the gryphon's head and neck.]
I would like that.
[Viktor looks softly at Skandranon. He's unsure how he ended up so comfortable with someone so quickly, recluse that he is. But the bond feels safe, comforting, warm. He feels cared for.
He speaks very softly as he tells the story, almost as if telling it to himself, like it doesn't matter if anyone else hears it.]
Jayce and I met... Ehh, almost a decade ago? His lab was broken into by some kids, who caused an explosion with the volatile materials in there. At that time, experimenting with magic was forbidden in our city, and Jayce was trying to combine science with magic to create something new he called Hextech. I was the Dean's assistant, helping with the investigation into the explosion, and upon reading his notes, I took a strong interest in his research. However, he was expelled from the academy for research that went against the city's ethos, and he saw it as the end of his road. Nosy as I was, I snuck back into his ruined lab one night, to find him about to jump out of it and end his life. I told him I wanted to pursue his research further with him, that I thought he was truly onto something.
And he was. We invented the Hexgates, teleporters that could instantly transport goods and people into and out of the city. The economy boomed as a result, and for years we worked on several other inventions that we thought could improve lives of regular citizens. But I became ill, and the politics became complicated, and we lost our dream.
Shortly before coming to Caldera, I was standing at a ledge about to jump, and he interrupted me. He was determined to cure my illness, to save my life. We hoped Hextech would be the answer, but it wasn't. Still, I am grateful to have the time I did with Jayce. I am sad we didn't accomplish more, but proud of what we did together. He... He cares so much for me. I worry about what will happen to him once I'm truly gone.
[He looks down at Skan's wing, where his hand pets it absently. Oh, his heart aches.]