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After the battle was done Ataxia stared out in wonder. all throughout the killing, bloodshed, death and madness of war, she could not hide her awe. "Amazing!" she proclaimed when it was finally over. some of the troops still patrolled around slitting the throats of the dying scattered on the battle field. "imagine all the items we can find if we scavenge the dead. in no time at all we will be rich. then you can higher an army to find your husband, so then you can teach me this magic called the love. now I have seen so much... there is so much to learn."
using the new spell she had recently learnt, through their long journey there, Ataxia vanished and appeared beside every example of power she wanted to learn.
"I want to Learn the lightning magic your people put into boxes" she spoke of the communication devises she saw a technician work on. "to make my own, that is my dream"
"I want to craft my own metal bang staffs."
"I want to make leather as strong as steel so that I can walk in and out of battle like those dead warriors" she pointed inspected the guards amour. he wasn't happy about the dead warriors comment
"oh and I want to buy and sell all these magics so that I can learn them all will getting super rich" her eyes glowed as she picked and prodded every item about her. the sharp metals that hurt her she marveled in delight to the pain. the parts that clicked, booped or churped, made her jump back in giggles and laughter. the stuff that crumbles and popped, she hummed at curiously not sure if she was breaking things in her curiosity.
"Can we scavenge the dead oh please... I won't go without you. I would surely die... but if you come with I will know for sure which parts are valuable.... oh do they buy and sell human flesh here? I'm sure we can find a lot of meat for them. oh and spells last longer when written in blood or burnt on flesh"
it was then that Ataxia could see the affliction in many of the dead. a spell of war she herself personally made. in a different place in an immortal world. smiling she realised the devastation such a simply spell could cause the world of mortals. playing in her favour, .maybe, it all depended on which side of the war she chose to be on
After the battle was done Ataxia stared out in wonder. all throughout the killing, bloodshed, death and madness of war, she could not hide her awe. "Amazing!" she proclaimed when it was finally over. some of the troops still patrolled around slitting the throats of the dying scattered on the battle field. "imagine all the items we can find if we scavenge the dead. in no time at all we will be rich. then you can higher an army to find your husband, so then you can teach me this magic called the love. now I have seen so much... there is so much to learn."
using the new spell she had recently learnt, through their long journey there, Ataxia vanished and appeared beside every example of power she wanted to learn.
"I want to Learn the lightning magic your people put into boxes" she spoke of the communication devises she saw a technician work on. "to make my own, that is my dream"
"I want to craft my own metal bang staffs."
"I want to make leather as strong as steel so that I can walk in and out of battle like those dead warriors" she pointed inspected the guards amour. he wasn't happy about the dead warriors comment
"oh and I want to buy and sell all these magics so that I can learn them all will getting super rich" her eyes glowed as she picked and prodded every item about her. the sharp metals that hurt her she marveled in delight to the pain. the parts that clicked, booped or churped, made her jump back in giggles and laughter. the stuff that crumbles and popped, she hummed at curiously not sure if she was breaking things in her curiosity.
"Can we scavenge the dead oh please... I won't go without you. I would surely die... but if you come with I will know for sure which parts are valuable.... oh do they buy and sell human flesh here? I'm sure we can find a lot of meat for them. oh and spells last longer when written in blood or burnt on flesh"
it was then that Ataxia could see the affliction in many of the dead. a spell of war she herself personally made. in a different place in an immortal world. smiling she realised the devastation such a simply spell could cause the world of mortals. playing in her favour, .maybe, it all depended on which side of the war she chose to be on