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[thelastjourney]

psst

this is an ask call! please send a few asks to keep the plot moving!

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“Hush. This is Hallowed Ground. We must tread silently, such is my first trial.”

A Hum fills the air, and a hush befalls the unflinching stars above. 

A Trial has begun.

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"What's at this Temple? Guess this place must be pretty important?"

A looming sense of unease fills her voice, and her answer is short.

"I Don't Know..."

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Baozhai: "To travel a desert is a dangerous affair, regardless if one is prepared or not. Tell me, is it the day or night that truly makes this wasteland a hazardous situation?"

"The day is too hot for safe passage, but..." She hesitates, something catching her attention on the horizon. A red glow, where the stars meet the earth, and she stays staring at it almost hypnotized... "Ah! Sorry um... oh, it's gone."

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“It is... Difficult to explain.” She inclines her head to the wisp, having just affixed a lantern to her staff to assist with the dark of the night. The warm light casts only her and the immediate sands around her in it’s glow, the rest being from the stars high above. Nevertheless, she continues. 

“The Elders say I was hatched cold and unmoving, taking my first cries hours later as they were to bury me. A Revenant they called me, and when I learned enough, I was Exalted to the Temple.”

(The Ask Hints have been updated, Night has fallen over the desert)

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"The Elders are far away, I must go alone." The fading light of the sun paints her in brilliant shades of pinks and purples, like the sands around her. "Worry not, little echo, I am alone out here. No harm will come to me on the way, I am prepared."

(Ask thanks to @house-of-hemingway)

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“I am Exalted.” She speaks, the whispers upon the wind asking her the questions now take form, wisps that flicker into being to speak softly before fading just as they came.

“The Temple holds my fate, so it is spoken by the Elders.” Luca doesn’t know why she bothers to respond to them, or why they choose to speak to her now. But.. deep down she is grateful for their presence, a voice that is not her own is a relief, even if brief.

(Asks by @neverlandfaerai @poperthewishmaker and @ifbench)

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The sun sets over the desert, dune over dune painted in scarlets and oranges as the temperature finally cools enough to permit travel across the sands. It’s empty out here, save for a single soul taking the trip across this arid landscape, long cloak bundled close to protect against what’s sure to be another frigid night of walking. 

A long tail, pale yellow and strange tattoos decorating it’s surface, and sharp ears that distort the hood. An Abra, alone, walks to an unknown future...

What will your voice echo to them across the winds that disturb these cursed sands?