your friendly neighborhood camel merchant

he/they trans shapeshifting demon

[sandstorm-but-offical]

well, this isn't the desert...

yo! i'm sandstorm. don't know how i ended up here, but i'm happy to join. who knows what chaos will await us. Here’s hoping i just don't piss off another god...asks are always open!! Whether it’s to trade, or you just have questions. Have fun with it!

If you need me, chances are i’m in the castle library

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rules: no nsfw, no bigotry or discrimination of any kind, be respectful,have fun

mod: @sandstorm-or-smth

pfp is from @offical-fanartist-offical

in character will have the tag #sandstorm chaos

serious stuff will be #sandstorm gets serious

lore will be #sandstorm lore

and asks will be #sandstorm answers

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other blogs worth noting!

@breadcrumb-offical : my father!

@evilpineapple-offical : i think he’s eredin’s ex or something..?

@nathaniel-needs-to-die : brother

@informal-cabbage : out of character child

@the-blog-that-screws-up: i have a kid now-

@eredin-offical : the old king. I don’t like him much

@zeta-finnish : my bestie

@trinkets-offical : THEY GAVE ME STARS

Ooc: @preen2085 : not part of the officalverse, BUT THIS IS MY AMAZING GF YOU SHOULD GO FOLLOW HER

[booplushie]

my old pfp was my oc— no i would not. he once got into a fight with a guy over some chick and got knocked out with one punch.

my now pfp, kirk? hell no. Cliff? He might stab me, he might stab the danger, he might stab both?

@whitestreamrct2 @sludgekill @getzinyaa @k-mart-hair-42 @bassyperson open tags hooray

[vivi-la-vida]

mines olivia so hell yeah

tags: @sugar-and-spice-0801 @depressedwhimsicalchild @heavens-theif @wonllitz @damsel-understresss @m1lkypawz @bangchanssecondtoenail @kani-soulsalltheway @ebi-heartsalltheway @nyxcodedd @piensprincess @hyunjinlover-143 @virtual-angel-kanade @yuxriki @sonomartin @the-fall-of-ziggy-stardust @lee-fryer @dorichaes @ranboos-lesbian-memory-book @kittykori

[ranboos-lesbian-memory-book]

Heck yeah I would

@alastors-puppy-princess @wonllitz @nico-flo

[leeleethedrugdealer]

Maybe

@mekaruavenuememory, @genbai, @nyx-n-natch, @nico-flo, @nova478372, @jaxtadcismydaughter13, @the-eclipseler-draws, @b-does-arts, @pixelz-ink, @shulkyshulker, @mindfuckedthot, @nullunit111, @brooklynz-stupid-stuff, @calithesun, @its-me-kassy, @hoangthuylinhhoang, @ange1sss, @averinna, @iamsriiiiiiii, @luckyrabbit1927, @duckknot5, @spacebnnui, @ranboos-lesbian-memory-book, @whatthefuck1200, @1m1nt00m4nyf4nd0msl0l, @1-wonder-1, @iliketrains1273, @adrian2955, @tadclr, @pretty-pink-seaslug, @pantalonemaxxing, @starlit-panic, @nenadatank13, @lilfirebugart64, @s4lly-inc, @janussand7, @mushroombea,@booknerd2712, @lujjat-albahir, @lilmushroom779, @thesweetpancake145, @notonelover, @jaysztars, @cat13nap, @itlixz, @vulpyabby, @ilikespinnythingsyay123, @alien-in-washington, @mindfuckedthot

[alien-in-washington]

Sure, I trust myself. Especially the self I choose to show

@burning-britain-official @antjester @pagurus-san @british-kiwi-lad-offical @mariorat-the-aroace @seraphim-offical @sw0ape4ter @moderatelylostsoul @sandstorm-but-offical @rawrxp-casper @krumbymatcha @texascowboy-offical + open tags

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i mean... it's kinda just me, so.. depends who i'm up against? mostly yeah, but I have a limit to who I can beat In a fight

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sandstorm is... tired. he's barely made any progress within the library, and he hasn't had a proper night's sleep in months.... it's a miracle he's still pushing forwards, and whatever happy go lucky mask he has been keeping up, is long since gone. what is left is nothing more than a broken boy, one with a desperate wish to help others, because it's too late to help him. a boy, who puts up on his shoulder the same pressure humanity puts on the gods themselves. a boy who has been knocked down, torn apart, and stripped of the memories of those in the distant past who helped him. a boy, who is just that, a boy. a child who never got a chance to be one.

ooc: @breadcrumb-offical no pressure to join in, you don't have to if you don't wanna, but I miss roleplaying with you, so... no worries though.

@someone-official you also feel free to interact if it works for ur lore.

seriously, no pressure on either of you tho.

[someone-official]

If its ok, the interaction takes place in the rain. For effect.

Someone appears next to Sandstorm. He is wearing a long black coat, his tail resting calmly under it's canvas.

Despite the possible rain, his glasses do not bead water on their lenses.

Sandstorm.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*he lets out a yelp quickly straightening up and turning to someone with a faked smile and a clearly forced laugh*

oh, hey someone! you scared me for a second! didn't realize I was so close to your domain...

[someone-official]

Don't worry about it. You can call me Sebastian. I know my formal name is a bit hard to work into conversation.

He is staring directly into Sandstorm's eyes.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sebastian... good to know.

out for a walk, I take it?

[someone-official]

Something like that. And you?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

just... getting some fresh air. even I have a limit on how long I can spend surrounded by books

[someone-official]

Mhm. I can see your fatigue from here. When did you last sleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

slept or slept well? *he's clearly trying to make a joke, but it's not exactly one that lands.*

...for the first one, last night, for the second... I can't even remember

[someone-official]

You should sleep. Preferably for more than 3 hours.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

hells, you have no idea how much I miss being able to do that. trust me Sebastian, I would if I could....

it's fine though! not like I haven't dealt with it before..

[someone-official]

Do you happen to know what can happen to an intelligent brain without sleep, Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

um.... yes but I forget in the moment.

[someone-official]

After just a few days, there can be fatigue, irritability, struggling to retain memory, headaches and slowed reactions times.

Of course, we both know you've gone far beyond a few days, so your symptoms are more like uncontrollable eye movement, slurring of speech, microsleeps, loss of motor function, hallucinations, and reckless behavior.

If this continues, you can end up having serious brain damage or even face the possibility of death.

He walks slightly closer, still locking eyes with Sandstorm.

Do you want to die?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

uh...

...

noo..??

[someone-official]

Then I suggest you get a nice long rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i know, I really want to but I just-- i-

*suddenly sandstorm leans against a tree, his vision swimming as he tries to stablize himself, fighting against the dizzieness he's grown accustomed too*

*huff* hells, this stupid curse, dammit...

[someone-official]

What is going on? What curse.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sorry, just- just dizzy.. gimme a moment.

*once he gets his bearings, he sits down at the base of the tree*

i was around 16, things were better than they had been, but it was a rough month, and well... I was exhausted, hungry, and I was desperate enough to steal the food I needed. only issue, is I didn't realize the place I stole from was a temple. it had been too dark to see, I was only looking for unlocked doors, but you fuck around and find out I guess.

the god wasn't exactly happy... and now here I am, stuck with a curse that means I can't even remember the person who saved my life when I was little.

*he's on the verge of tears at this point. he's tired, sick of fighting, and feeling more alone than he has in years.*

the only issue, is every time I sleep, I keep seeing him and his caravan. they were performers, that much I know, but I can't even remember his name.

i- I can barely remember the person who gave me my own name, how sick is that?

i got used to it eventually, but now it's getting worse... I can barely sleep an hour without waking up in a cold sweat...

[someone-official]

Hmm...

Someone narrows his eyes.

Seems like a terrible curse, to have to relive the worst moment without truly remembering it.

However, if you keep going on like this, your efforts to free yourself will be in vain.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i don't even want to break free anymore, i'm just tired, beside, me and my eh... patron, have tried everything we could already

*a shimmering apparition of a rather normal looking teenage boy appears next to sandstorm, hand on his shoulder*

ooc: he's right... not even *I* can reverse it... we've tried everything we could since I met him...

[someone-official]

Someone nods to the Creator.

Well, you should still be able to sleep. Have you possibly thought about using outside forces to stay asleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm nods, but he stays quiet, he looks like he's about to pass out*

ooc: we have, but I'm the only person he has consistent contact with who has any sort of magic, and to be honest i'm kind of useless. the most I can do is put him in dumb outfits and give him advice when he needs it. we've tried a few medicinal things, but they haven't done much, and i'm not strong enough to straight up knock him out, nor do I want to--

[someone-official]

I could be of assistance in that area. Im sure my magic is strong enough to keep his consciousness contained in a coma for sufficient rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm's passed out, so the boy answers for him again*

ooc: that would be great if you're really willing to help... I may give him a lot of trouble, but he's no fun to mess with when he's like this... that and I actually started to care about him and now i'm stuck here. though his title of patron was a bit of an exaggeration, i'm more of a poltergeist than anything. oh- i'm dune by the way.

[someone-official]

Sebastian. Pleasure to meet you.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... truly.

[someone-official]

Would you like me to go about it now?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yes, please.. he deserves to sleep through the night for once

[someone-official]

Someone nods, walking over to Sandstorm, his boots splatting in the wet mud.

He kneels down, the hem of his coat beginning to soak up the ground.

He holds his clawed hands on either side of Sandstorm's head. Slowly, a fog like magic begins to come from his hands.

It spreads into his head, straight to his brain. As it does, you can visibly see Sandstorm slowly relax.

This continues for 10 minutes until the fog stops coming from Someone's hands and he stands again.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... we both owe you.

*the boy moves to try and pick sandstorm up, getting him about an inch off the ground before his body phases through sandstorm's*

ah- ... guess i'm watching over him out here.

[someone-official]

Where is he from? I can take him back.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: where he's from is a place he's long since abandoned, but.. he stays with breadcrumb.

[someone-official]

Is it close?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yeah, not too far. About a five minute walk that way

*he nods eastward*

[someone-official]

Mod -

Rq, how tall is Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

mod- he’s about 5’8” from the top of his head down, his horns add about 5-ish inches, but details

[someone-official]

Someone picks Sandstorm up over his shoulder, his feet dragging since Someone is only 5ft, 5'5 with the horns.

Do you want to follow?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yes please… i’m sorry i can’t help you carry him..

[someone-official]

Its fine. I once had to carry a 300 lb, 7 foot tall angel up a tree.

They start off.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yeesh, sounds tough

[someone-official]

Yeah, but in the end, I didn't actually have too and I ended up just leaving him there.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: that’s… good? I think-?

*dune hesitates, looking at sandstorm*

seriously… you have no idea how lucky it is you found him today… if he went much longer like this, his shapeshifting probably would’ve failed… and that definitely would’ve made things worse for him…

[someone-official]

Poor guy. Im glad I could help.

@sandstorm-but-offical

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: so am i…. He’s spent so much time helping others, it’s about time the universe returned the favour.

[mod: sorry for late reply!!!]

[someone-official]

Well, the universe didn't send me.

Mod -

It's alright! I do this all the time lmao

[sandstorm-but-offical]

Ooc: I— I didn’t mean- Nevermind… the point is, thank you. I know i’ve said it like five times, but…

[someone-official]

It's alright. He will probably be very disoriented and confused and probably hostile when he wakes up.

The magick prevents his awakening until proper rest has been achieved, which can last anywhere between 24 and 120 hours. This mean that, no matter what, he cannot wake up.

Including nightmares.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sounds scary… least he can’t hurt me though…

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sandstorm is... tired. he's barely made any progress within the library, and he hasn't had a proper night's sleep in months.... it's a miracle he's still pushing forwards, and whatever happy go lucky mask he has been keeping up, is long since gone. what is left is nothing more than a broken boy, one with a desperate wish to help others, because it's too late to help him. a boy, who puts up on his shoulder the same pressure humanity puts on the gods themselves. a boy who has been knocked down, torn apart, and stripped of the memories of those in the distant past who helped him. a boy, who is just that, a boy. a child who never got a chance to be one.

ooc: @breadcrumb-offical no pressure to join in, you don't have to if you don't wanna, but I miss roleplaying with you, so... no worries though.

@someone-official you also feel free to interact if it works for ur lore.

seriously, no pressure on either of you tho.

[someone-official]

If its ok, the interaction takes place in the rain. For effect.

Someone appears next to Sandstorm. He is wearing a long black coat, his tail resting calmly under it's canvas.

Despite the possible rain, his glasses do not bead water on their lenses.

Sandstorm.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*he lets out a yelp quickly straightening up and turning to someone with a faked smile and a clearly forced laugh*

oh, hey someone! you scared me for a second! didn't realize I was so close to your domain...

[someone-official]

Don't worry about it. You can call me Sebastian. I know my formal name is a bit hard to work into conversation.

He is staring directly into Sandstorm's eyes.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sebastian... good to know.

out for a walk, I take it?

[someone-official]

Something like that. And you?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

just... getting some fresh air. even I have a limit on how long I can spend surrounded by books

[someone-official]

Mhm. I can see your fatigue from here. When did you last sleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

slept or slept well? *he's clearly trying to make a joke, but it's not exactly one that lands.*

...for the first one, last night, for the second... I can't even remember

[someone-official]

You should sleep. Preferably for more than 3 hours.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

hells, you have no idea how much I miss being able to do that. trust me Sebastian, I would if I could....

it's fine though! not like I haven't dealt with it before..

[someone-official]

Do you happen to know what can happen to an intelligent brain without sleep, Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

um.... yes but I forget in the moment.

[someone-official]

After just a few days, there can be fatigue, irritability, struggling to retain memory, headaches and slowed reactions times.

Of course, we both know you've gone far beyond a few days, so your symptoms are more like uncontrollable eye movement, slurring of speech, microsleeps, loss of motor function, hallucinations, and reckless behavior.

If this continues, you can end up having serious brain damage or even face the possibility of death.

He walks slightly closer, still locking eyes with Sandstorm.

Do you want to die?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

uh...

...

noo..??

[someone-official]

Then I suggest you get a nice long rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i know, I really want to but I just-- i-

*suddenly sandstorm leans against a tree, his vision swimming as he tries to stablize himself, fighting against the dizzieness he's grown accustomed too*

*huff* hells, this stupid curse, dammit...

[someone-official]

What is going on? What curse.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sorry, just- just dizzy.. gimme a moment.

*once he gets his bearings, he sits down at the base of the tree*

i was around 16, things were better than they had been, but it was a rough month, and well... I was exhausted, hungry, and I was desperate enough to steal the food I needed. only issue, is I didn't realize the place I stole from was a temple. it had been too dark to see, I was only looking for unlocked doors, but you fuck around and find out I guess.

the god wasn't exactly happy... and now here I am, stuck with a curse that means I can't even remember the person who saved my life when I was little.

*he's on the verge of tears at this point. he's tired, sick of fighting, and feeling more alone than he has in years.*

the only issue, is every time I sleep, I keep seeing him and his caravan. they were performers, that much I know, but I can't even remember his name.

i- I can barely remember the person who gave me my own name, how sick is that?

i got used to it eventually, but now it's getting worse... I can barely sleep an hour without waking up in a cold sweat...

[someone-official]

Hmm...

Someone narrows his eyes.

Seems like a terrible curse, to have to relive the worst moment without truly remembering it.

However, if you keep going on like this, your efforts to free yourself will be in vain.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i don't even want to break free anymore, i'm just tired, beside, me and my eh... patron, have tried everything we could already

*a shimmering apparition of a rather normal looking teenage boy appears next to sandstorm, hand on his shoulder*

ooc: he's right... not even *I* can reverse it... we've tried everything we could since I met him...

[someone-official]

Someone nods to the Creator.

Well, you should still be able to sleep. Have you possibly thought about using outside forces to stay asleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm nods, but he stays quiet, he looks like he's about to pass out*

ooc: we have, but I'm the only person he has consistent contact with who has any sort of magic, and to be honest i'm kind of useless. the most I can do is put him in dumb outfits and give him advice when he needs it. we've tried a few medicinal things, but they haven't done much, and i'm not strong enough to straight up knock him out, nor do I want to--

[someone-official]

I could be of assistance in that area. Im sure my magic is strong enough to keep his consciousness contained in a coma for sufficient rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm's passed out, so the boy answers for him again*

ooc: that would be great if you're really willing to help... I may give him a lot of trouble, but he's no fun to mess with when he's like this... that and I actually started to care about him and now i'm stuck here. though his title of patron was a bit of an exaggeration, i'm more of a poltergeist than anything. oh- i'm dune by the way.

[someone-official]

Sebastian. Pleasure to meet you.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... truly.

[someone-official]

Would you like me to go about it now?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yes, please.. he deserves to sleep through the night for once

[someone-official]

Someone nods, walking over to Sandstorm, his boots splatting in the wet mud.

He kneels down, the hem of his coat beginning to soak up the ground.

He holds his clawed hands on either side of Sandstorm's head. Slowly, a fog like magic begins to come from his hands.

It spreads into his head, straight to his brain. As it does, you can visibly see Sandstorm slowly relax.

This continues for 10 minutes until the fog stops coming from Someone's hands and he stands again.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... we both owe you.

*the boy moves to try and pick sandstorm up, getting him about an inch off the ground before his body phases through sandstorm's*

ah- ... guess i'm watching over him out here.

[someone-official]

Where is he from? I can take him back.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: where he's from is a place he's long since abandoned, but.. he stays with breadcrumb.

[someone-official]

Is it close?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yeah, not too far. About a five minute walk that way

*he nods eastward*

[someone-official]

Mod -

Rq, how tall is Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

mod- he’s about 5’8” from the top of his head down, his horns add about 5-ish inches, but details

[someone-official]

Someone picks Sandstorm up over his shoulder, his feet dragging since Someone is only 5ft, 5'5 with the horns.

Do you want to follow?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yes please… i’m sorry i can’t help you carry him..

[someone-official]

Its fine. I once had to carry a 300 lb, 7 foot tall angel up a tree.

They start off.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yeesh, sounds tough

[someone-official]

Yeah, but in the end, I didn't actually have too and I ended up just leaving him there.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: that’s… good? I think-?

*dune hesitates, looking at sandstorm*

seriously… you have no idea how lucky it is you found him today… if he went much longer like this, his shapeshifting probably would’ve failed… and that definitely would’ve made things worse for him…

[someone-official]

Poor guy. Im glad I could help.

@sandstorm-but-offical

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: so am i…. He’s spent so much time helping others, it’s about time the universe returned the favour.

[mod: sorry for late reply!!!]

[someone-official]

Well, the universe didn't send me.

Mod -

It's alright! I do this all the time lmao

[sandstorm-but-offical]

Ooc: I— I didn’t mean- Nevermind… the point is, thank you. I know i’ve said it like five times, but…

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sandstorm is... tired. he's barely made any progress within the library, and he hasn't had a proper night's sleep in months.... it's a miracle he's still pushing forwards, and whatever happy go lucky mask he has been keeping up, is long since gone. what is left is nothing more than a broken boy, one with a desperate wish to help others, because it's too late to help him. a boy, who puts up on his shoulder the same pressure humanity puts on the gods themselves. a boy who has been knocked down, torn apart, and stripped of the memories of those in the distant past who helped him. a boy, who is just that, a boy. a child who never got a chance to be one.

ooc: @breadcrumb-offical no pressure to join in, you don't have to if you don't wanna, but I miss roleplaying with you, so... no worries though.

@someone-official you also feel free to interact if it works for ur lore.

seriously, no pressure on either of you tho.

[someone-official]

If its ok, the interaction takes place in the rain. For effect.

Someone appears next to Sandstorm. He is wearing a long black coat, his tail resting calmly under it's canvas.

Despite the possible rain, his glasses do not bead water on their lenses.

Sandstorm.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*he lets out a yelp quickly straightening up and turning to someone with a faked smile and a clearly forced laugh*

oh, hey someone! you scared me for a second! didn't realize I was so close to your domain...

[someone-official]

Don't worry about it. You can call me Sebastian. I know my formal name is a bit hard to work into conversation.

He is staring directly into Sandstorm's eyes.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sebastian... good to know.

out for a walk, I take it?

[someone-official]

Something like that. And you?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

just... getting some fresh air. even I have a limit on how long I can spend surrounded by books

[someone-official]

Mhm. I can see your fatigue from here. When did you last sleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

slept or slept well? *he's clearly trying to make a joke, but it's not exactly one that lands.*

...for the first one, last night, for the second... I can't even remember

[someone-official]

You should sleep. Preferably for more than 3 hours.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

hells, you have no idea how much I miss being able to do that. trust me Sebastian, I would if I could....

it's fine though! not like I haven't dealt with it before..

[someone-official]

Do you happen to know what can happen to an intelligent brain without sleep, Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

um.... yes but I forget in the moment.

[someone-official]

After just a few days, there can be fatigue, irritability, struggling to retain memory, headaches and slowed reactions times.

Of course, we both know you've gone far beyond a few days, so your symptoms are more like uncontrollable eye movement, slurring of speech, microsleeps, loss of motor function, hallucinations, and reckless behavior.

If this continues, you can end up having serious brain damage or even face the possibility of death.

He walks slightly closer, still locking eyes with Sandstorm.

Do you want to die?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

uh...

...

noo..??

[someone-official]

Then I suggest you get a nice long rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i know, I really want to but I just-- i-

*suddenly sandstorm leans against a tree, his vision swimming as he tries to stablize himself, fighting against the dizzieness he's grown accustomed too*

*huff* hells, this stupid curse, dammit...

[someone-official]

What is going on? What curse.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sorry, just- just dizzy.. gimme a moment.

*once he gets his bearings, he sits down at the base of the tree*

i was around 16, things were better than they had been, but it was a rough month, and well... I was exhausted, hungry, and I was desperate enough to steal the food I needed. only issue, is I didn't realize the place I stole from was a temple. it had been too dark to see, I was only looking for unlocked doors, but you fuck around and find out I guess.

the god wasn't exactly happy... and now here I am, stuck with a curse that means I can't even remember the person who saved my life when I was little.

*he's on the verge of tears at this point. he's tired, sick of fighting, and feeling more alone than he has in years.*

the only issue, is every time I sleep, I keep seeing him and his caravan. they were performers, that much I know, but I can't even remember his name.

i- I can barely remember the person who gave me my own name, how sick is that?

i got used to it eventually, but now it's getting worse... I can barely sleep an hour without waking up in a cold sweat...

[someone-official]

Hmm...

Someone narrows his eyes.

Seems like a terrible curse, to have to relive the worst moment without truly remembering it.

However, if you keep going on like this, your efforts to free yourself will be in vain.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i don't even want to break free anymore, i'm just tired, beside, me and my eh... patron, have tried everything we could already

*a shimmering apparition of a rather normal looking teenage boy appears next to sandstorm, hand on his shoulder*

ooc: he's right... not even *I* can reverse it... we've tried everything we could since I met him...

[someone-official]

Someone nods to the Creator.

Well, you should still be able to sleep. Have you possibly thought about using outside forces to stay asleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm nods, but he stays quiet, he looks like he's about to pass out*

ooc: we have, but I'm the only person he has consistent contact with who has any sort of magic, and to be honest i'm kind of useless. the most I can do is put him in dumb outfits and give him advice when he needs it. we've tried a few medicinal things, but they haven't done much, and i'm not strong enough to straight up knock him out, nor do I want to--

[someone-official]

I could be of assistance in that area. Im sure my magic is strong enough to keep his consciousness contained in a coma for sufficient rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm's passed out, so the boy answers for him again*

ooc: that would be great if you're really willing to help... I may give him a lot of trouble, but he's no fun to mess with when he's like this... that and I actually started to care about him and now i'm stuck here. though his title of patron was a bit of an exaggeration, i'm more of a poltergeist than anything. oh- i'm dune by the way.

[someone-official]

Sebastian. Pleasure to meet you.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... truly.

[someone-official]

Would you like me to go about it now?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yes, please.. he deserves to sleep through the night for once

[someone-official]

Someone nods, walking over to Sandstorm, his boots splatting in the wet mud.

He kneels down, the hem of his coat beginning to soak up the ground.

He holds his clawed hands on either side of Sandstorm's head. Slowly, a fog like magic begins to come from his hands.

It spreads into his head, straight to his brain. As it does, you can visibly see Sandstorm slowly relax.

This continues for 10 minutes until the fog stops coming from Someone's hands and he stands again.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... we both owe you.

*the boy moves to try and pick sandstorm up, getting him about an inch off the ground before his body phases through sandstorm's*

ah- ... guess i'm watching over him out here.

[someone-official]

Where is he from? I can take him back.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: where he's from is a place he's long since abandoned, but.. he stays with breadcrumb.

[someone-official]

Is it close?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yeah, not too far. About a five minute walk that way

*he nods eastward*

[someone-official]

Mod -

Rq, how tall is Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

mod- he’s about 5’8” from the top of his head down, his horns add about 5-ish inches, but details

[someone-official]

Someone picks Sandstorm up over his shoulder, his feet dragging since Someone is only 5ft, 5'5 with the horns.

Do you want to follow?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yes please… i’m sorry i can’t help you carry him..

[someone-official]

Its fine. I once had to carry a 300 lb, 7 foot tall angel up a tree.

They start off.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yeesh, sounds tough

[someone-official]

Yeah, but in the end, I didn't actually have too and I ended up just leaving him there.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: that’s… good? I think-?

*dune hesitates, looking at sandstorm*

seriously… you have no idea how lucky it is you found him today… if he went much longer like this, his shapeshifting probably would’ve failed… and that definitely would’ve made things worse for him…

[someone-official]

Poor guy. Im glad I could help.

@sandstorm-but-offical

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: so am i…. He’s spent so much time helping others, it’s about time the universe returned the favour.

[mod: sorry for late reply!!!]

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sandstorm is... tired. he's barely made any progress within the library, and he hasn't had a proper night's sleep in months.... it's a miracle he's still pushing forwards, and whatever happy go lucky mask he has been keeping up, is long since gone. what is left is nothing more than a broken boy, one with a desperate wish to help others, because it's too late to help him. a boy, who puts up on his shoulder the same pressure humanity puts on the gods themselves. a boy who has been knocked down, torn apart, and stripped of the memories of those in the distant past who helped him. a boy, who is just that, a boy. a child who never got a chance to be one.

ooc: @breadcrumb-offical no pressure to join in, you don't have to if you don't wanna, but I miss roleplaying with you, so... no worries though.

@someone-official you also feel free to interact if it works for ur lore.

seriously, no pressure on either of you tho.

[someone-official]

If its ok, the interaction takes place in the rain. For effect.

Someone appears next to Sandstorm. He is wearing a long black coat, his tail resting calmly under it's canvas.

Despite the possible rain, his glasses do not bead water on their lenses.

Sandstorm.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*he lets out a yelp quickly straightening up and turning to someone with a faked smile and a clearly forced laugh*

oh, hey someone! you scared me for a second! didn't realize I was so close to your domain...

[someone-official]

Don't worry about it. You can call me Sebastian. I know my formal name is a bit hard to work into conversation.

He is staring directly into Sandstorm's eyes.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sebastian... good to know.

out for a walk, I take it?

[someone-official]

Something like that. And you?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

just... getting some fresh air. even I have a limit on how long I can spend surrounded by books

[someone-official]

Mhm. I can see your fatigue from here. When did you last sleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

slept or slept well? *he's clearly trying to make a joke, but it's not exactly one that lands.*

...for the first one, last night, for the second... I can't even remember

[someone-official]

You should sleep. Preferably for more than 3 hours.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

hells, you have no idea how much I miss being able to do that. trust me Sebastian, I would if I could....

it's fine though! not like I haven't dealt with it before..

[someone-official]

Do you happen to know what can happen to an intelligent brain without sleep, Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

um.... yes but I forget in the moment.

[someone-official]

After just a few days, there can be fatigue, irritability, struggling to retain memory, headaches and slowed reactions times.

Of course, we both know you've gone far beyond a few days, so your symptoms are more like uncontrollable eye movement, slurring of speech, microsleeps, loss of motor function, hallucinations, and reckless behavior.

If this continues, you can end up having serious brain damage or even face the possibility of death.

He walks slightly closer, still locking eyes with Sandstorm.

Do you want to die?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

uh...

...

noo..??

[someone-official]

Then I suggest you get a nice long rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i know, I really want to but I just-- i-

*suddenly sandstorm leans against a tree, his vision swimming as he tries to stablize himself, fighting against the dizzieness he's grown accustomed too*

*huff* hells, this stupid curse, dammit...

[someone-official]

What is going on? What curse.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sorry, just- just dizzy.. gimme a moment.

*once he gets his bearings, he sits down at the base of the tree*

i was around 16, things were better than they had been, but it was a rough month, and well... I was exhausted, hungry, and I was desperate enough to steal the food I needed. only issue, is I didn't realize the place I stole from was a temple. it had been too dark to see, I was only looking for unlocked doors, but you fuck around and find out I guess.

the god wasn't exactly happy... and now here I am, stuck with a curse that means I can't even remember the person who saved my life when I was little.

*he's on the verge of tears at this point. he's tired, sick of fighting, and feeling more alone than he has in years.*

the only issue, is every time I sleep, I keep seeing him and his caravan. they were performers, that much I know, but I can't even remember his name.

i- I can barely remember the person who gave me my own name, how sick is that?

i got used to it eventually, but now it's getting worse... I can barely sleep an hour without waking up in a cold sweat...

[someone-official]

Hmm...

Someone narrows his eyes.

Seems like a terrible curse, to have to relive the worst moment without truly remembering it.

However, if you keep going on like this, your efforts to free yourself will be in vain.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i don't even want to break free anymore, i'm just tired, beside, me and my eh... patron, have tried everything we could already

*a shimmering apparition of a rather normal looking teenage boy appears next to sandstorm, hand on his shoulder*

ooc: he's right... not even *I* can reverse it... we've tried everything we could since I met him...

[someone-official]

Someone nods to the Creator.

Well, you should still be able to sleep. Have you possibly thought about using outside forces to stay asleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm nods, but he stays quiet, he looks like he's about to pass out*

ooc: we have, but I'm the only person he has consistent contact with who has any sort of magic, and to be honest i'm kind of useless. the most I can do is put him in dumb outfits and give him advice when he needs it. we've tried a few medicinal things, but they haven't done much, and i'm not strong enough to straight up knock him out, nor do I want to--

[someone-official]

I could be of assistance in that area. Im sure my magic is strong enough to keep his consciousness contained in a coma for sufficient rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm's passed out, so the boy answers for him again*

ooc: that would be great if you're really willing to help... I may give him a lot of trouble, but he's no fun to mess with when he's like this... that and I actually started to care about him and now i'm stuck here. though his title of patron was a bit of an exaggeration, i'm more of a poltergeist than anything. oh- i'm dune by the way.

[someone-official]

Sebastian. Pleasure to meet you.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... truly.

[someone-official]

Would you like me to go about it now?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yes, please.. he deserves to sleep through the night for once

[someone-official]

Someone nods, walking over to Sandstorm, his boots splatting in the wet mud.

He kneels down, the hem of his coat beginning to soak up the ground.

He holds his clawed hands on either side of Sandstorm's head. Slowly, a fog like magic begins to come from his hands.

It spreads into his head, straight to his brain. As it does, you can visibly see Sandstorm slowly relax.

This continues for 10 minutes until the fog stops coming from Someone's hands and he stands again.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... we both owe you.

*the boy moves to try and pick sandstorm up, getting him about an inch off the ground before his body phases through sandstorm's*

ah- ... guess i'm watching over him out here.

[someone-official]

Where is he from? I can take him back.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: where he's from is a place he's long since abandoned, but.. he stays with breadcrumb.

[someone-official]

Is it close?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yeah, not too far. About a five minute walk that way

*he nods eastward*

[someone-official]

Mod -

Rq, how tall is Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

mod- he’s about 5’8” from the top of his head down, his horns add about 5-ish inches, but details

[someone-official]

Someone picks Sandstorm up over his shoulder, his feet dragging since Someone is only 5ft, 5'5 with the horns.

Do you want to follow?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yes please… i’m sorry i can’t help you carry him..

[someone-official]

Its fine. I once had to carry a 300 lb, 7 foot tall angel up a tree.

They start off.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yeesh, sounds tough

[someone-official]

Yeah, but in the end, I didn't actually have too and I ended up just leaving him there.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: that’s… good? I think-?

*dune hesitates, looking at sandstorm*

seriously… you have no idea how lucky it is you found him today… if he went much longer like this, his shapeshifting probably would’ve failed… and that definitely would’ve made things worse for him…

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sandstorm is... tired. he's barely made any progress within the library, and he hasn't had a proper night's sleep in months.... it's a miracle he's still pushing forwards, and whatever happy go lucky mask he has been keeping up, is long since gone. what is left is nothing more than a broken boy, one with a desperate wish to help others, because it's too late to help him. a boy, who puts up on his shoulder the same pressure humanity puts on the gods themselves. a boy who has been knocked down, torn apart, and stripped of the memories of those in the distant past who helped him. a boy, who is just that, a boy. a child who never got a chance to be one.

ooc: @breadcrumb-offical no pressure to join in, you don't have to if you don't wanna, but I miss roleplaying with you, so... no worries though.

@someone-official you also feel free to interact if it works for ur lore.

seriously, no pressure on either of you tho.

[someone-official]

If its ok, the interaction takes place in the rain. For effect.

Someone appears next to Sandstorm. He is wearing a long black coat, his tail resting calmly under it's canvas.

Despite the possible rain, his glasses do not bead water on their lenses.

Sandstorm.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*he lets out a yelp quickly straightening up and turning to someone with a faked smile and a clearly forced laugh*

oh, hey someone! you scared me for a second! didn't realize I was so close to your domain...

[someone-official]

Don't worry about it. You can call me Sebastian. I know my formal name is a bit hard to work into conversation.

He is staring directly into Sandstorm's eyes.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sebastian... good to know.

out for a walk, I take it?

[someone-official]

Something like that. And you?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

just... getting some fresh air. even I have a limit on how long I can spend surrounded by books

[someone-official]

Mhm. I can see your fatigue from here. When did you last sleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

slept or slept well? *he's clearly trying to make a joke, but it's not exactly one that lands.*

...for the first one, last night, for the second... I can't even remember

[someone-official]

You should sleep. Preferably for more than 3 hours.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

hells, you have no idea how much I miss being able to do that. trust me Sebastian, I would if I could....

it's fine though! not like I haven't dealt with it before..

[someone-official]

Do you happen to know what can happen to an intelligent brain without sleep, Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

um.... yes but I forget in the moment.

[someone-official]

After just a few days, there can be fatigue, irritability, struggling to retain memory, headaches and slowed reactions times.

Of course, we both know you've gone far beyond a few days, so your symptoms are more like uncontrollable eye movement, slurring of speech, microsleeps, loss of motor function, hallucinations, and reckless behavior.

If this continues, you can end up having serious brain damage or even face the possibility of death.

He walks slightly closer, still locking eyes with Sandstorm.

Do you want to die?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

uh...

...

noo..??

[someone-official]

Then I suggest you get a nice long rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i know, I really want to but I just-- i-

*suddenly sandstorm leans against a tree, his vision swimming as he tries to stablize himself, fighting against the dizzieness he's grown accustomed too*

*huff* hells, this stupid curse, dammit...

[someone-official]

What is going on? What curse.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sorry, just- just dizzy.. gimme a moment.

*once he gets his bearings, he sits down at the base of the tree*

i was around 16, things were better than they had been, but it was a rough month, and well... I was exhausted, hungry, and I was desperate enough to steal the food I needed. only issue, is I didn't realize the place I stole from was a temple. it had been too dark to see, I was only looking for unlocked doors, but you fuck around and find out I guess.

the god wasn't exactly happy... and now here I am, stuck with a curse that means I can't even remember the person who saved my life when I was little.

*he's on the verge of tears at this point. he's tired, sick of fighting, and feeling more alone than he has in years.*

the only issue, is every time I sleep, I keep seeing him and his caravan. they were performers, that much I know, but I can't even remember his name.

i- I can barely remember the person who gave me my own name, how sick is that?

i got used to it eventually, but now it's getting worse... I can barely sleep an hour without waking up in a cold sweat...

[someone-official]

Hmm...

Someone narrows his eyes.

Seems like a terrible curse, to have to relive the worst moment without truly remembering it.

However, if you keep going on like this, your efforts to free yourself will be in vain.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i don't even want to break free anymore, i'm just tired, beside, me and my eh... patron, have tried everything we could already

*a shimmering apparition of a rather normal looking teenage boy appears next to sandstorm, hand on his shoulder*

ooc: he's right... not even *I* can reverse it... we've tried everything we could since I met him...

[someone-official]

Someone nods to the Creator.

Well, you should still be able to sleep. Have you possibly thought about using outside forces to stay asleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm nods, but he stays quiet, he looks like he's about to pass out*

ooc: we have, but I'm the only person he has consistent contact with who has any sort of magic, and to be honest i'm kind of useless. the most I can do is put him in dumb outfits and give him advice when he needs it. we've tried a few medicinal things, but they haven't done much, and i'm not strong enough to straight up knock him out, nor do I want to--

[someone-official]

I could be of assistance in that area. Im sure my magic is strong enough to keep his consciousness contained in a coma for sufficient rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm's passed out, so the boy answers for him again*

ooc: that would be great if you're really willing to help... I may give him a lot of trouble, but he's no fun to mess with when he's like this... that and I actually started to care about him and now i'm stuck here. though his title of patron was a bit of an exaggeration, i'm more of a poltergeist than anything. oh- i'm dune by the way.

[someone-official]

Sebastian. Pleasure to meet you.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... truly.

[someone-official]

Would you like me to go about it now?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yes, please.. he deserves to sleep through the night for once

[someone-official]

Someone nods, walking over to Sandstorm, his boots splatting in the wet mud.

He kneels down, the hem of his coat beginning to soak up the ground.

He holds his clawed hands on either side of Sandstorm's head. Slowly, a fog like magic begins to come from his hands.

It spreads into his head, straight to his brain. As it does, you can visibly see Sandstorm slowly relax.

This continues for 10 minutes until the fog stops coming from Someone's hands and he stands again.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... we both owe you.

*the boy moves to try and pick sandstorm up, getting him about an inch off the ground before his body phases through sandstorm's*

ah- ... guess i'm watching over him out here.

[someone-official]

Where is he from? I can take him back.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: where he's from is a place he's long since abandoned, but.. he stays with breadcrumb.

[someone-official]

Is it close?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yeah, not too far. About a five minute walk that way

*he nods eastward*

[someone-official]

Mod -

Rq, how tall is Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

mod- he’s about 5’8” from the top of his head down, his horns add about 5-ish inches, but details

[someone-official]

Someone picks Sandstorm up over his shoulder, his feet dragging since Someone is only 5ft, 5'5 with the horns.

Do you want to follow?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yes please… i’m sorry i can’t help you carry him..

[someone-official]

Its fine. I once had to carry a 300 lb, 7 foot tall angel up a tree.

They start off.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yeesh, sounds tough

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sandstorm is... tired. he's barely made any progress within the library, and he hasn't had a proper night's sleep in months.... it's a miracle he's still pushing forwards, and whatever happy go lucky mask he has been keeping up, is long since gone. what is left is nothing more than a broken boy, one with a desperate wish to help others, because it's too late to help him. a boy, who puts up on his shoulder the same pressure humanity puts on the gods themselves. a boy who has been knocked down, torn apart, and stripped of the memories of those in the distant past who helped him. a boy, who is just that, a boy. a child who never got a chance to be one.

ooc: @breadcrumb-offical no pressure to join in, you don't have to if you don't wanna, but I miss roleplaying with you, so... no worries though.

@someone-official you also feel free to interact if it works for ur lore.

seriously, no pressure on either of you tho.

[someone-official]

If its ok, the interaction takes place in the rain. For effect.

Someone appears next to Sandstorm. He is wearing a long black coat, his tail resting calmly under it's canvas.

Despite the possible rain, his glasses do not bead water on their lenses.

Sandstorm.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*he lets out a yelp quickly straightening up and turning to someone with a faked smile and a clearly forced laugh*

oh, hey someone! you scared me for a second! didn't realize I was so close to your domain...

[someone-official]

Don't worry about it. You can call me Sebastian. I know my formal name is a bit hard to work into conversation.

He is staring directly into Sandstorm's eyes.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sebastian... good to know.

out for a walk, I take it?

[someone-official]

Something like that. And you?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

just... getting some fresh air. even I have a limit on how long I can spend surrounded by books

[someone-official]

Mhm. I can see your fatigue from here. When did you last sleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

slept or slept well? *he's clearly trying to make a joke, but it's not exactly one that lands.*

...for the first one, last night, for the second... I can't even remember

[someone-official]

You should sleep. Preferably for more than 3 hours.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

hells, you have no idea how much I miss being able to do that. trust me Sebastian, I would if I could....

it's fine though! not like I haven't dealt with it before..

[someone-official]

Do you happen to know what can happen to an intelligent brain without sleep, Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

um.... yes but I forget in the moment.

[someone-official]

After just a few days, there can be fatigue, irritability, struggling to retain memory, headaches and slowed reactions times.

Of course, we both know you've gone far beyond a few days, so your symptoms are more like uncontrollable eye movement, slurring of speech, microsleeps, loss of motor function, hallucinations, and reckless behavior.

If this continues, you can end up having serious brain damage or even face the possibility of death.

He walks slightly closer, still locking eyes with Sandstorm.

Do you want to die?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

uh...

...

noo..??

[someone-official]

Then I suggest you get a nice long rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i know, I really want to but I just-- i-

*suddenly sandstorm leans against a tree, his vision swimming as he tries to stablize himself, fighting against the dizzieness he's grown accustomed too*

*huff* hells, this stupid curse, dammit...

[someone-official]

What is going on? What curse.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sorry, just- just dizzy.. gimme a moment.

*once he gets his bearings, he sits down at the base of the tree*

i was around 16, things were better than they had been, but it was a rough month, and well... I was exhausted, hungry, and I was desperate enough to steal the food I needed. only issue, is I didn't realize the place I stole from was a temple. it had been too dark to see, I was only looking for unlocked doors, but you fuck around and find out I guess.

the god wasn't exactly happy... and now here I am, stuck with a curse that means I can't even remember the person who saved my life when I was little.

*he's on the verge of tears at this point. he's tired, sick of fighting, and feeling more alone than he has in years.*

the only issue, is every time I sleep, I keep seeing him and his caravan. they were performers, that much I know, but I can't even remember his name.

i- I can barely remember the person who gave me my own name, how sick is that?

i got used to it eventually, but now it's getting worse... I can barely sleep an hour without waking up in a cold sweat...

[someone-official]

Hmm...

Someone narrows his eyes.

Seems like a terrible curse, to have to relive the worst moment without truly remembering it.

However, if you keep going on like this, your efforts to free yourself will be in vain.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i don't even want to break free anymore, i'm just tired, beside, me and my eh... patron, have tried everything we could already

*a shimmering apparition of a rather normal looking teenage boy appears next to sandstorm, hand on his shoulder*

ooc: he's right... not even *I* can reverse it... we've tried everything we could since I met him...

[someone-official]

Someone nods to the Creator.

Well, you should still be able to sleep. Have you possibly thought about using outside forces to stay asleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm nods, but he stays quiet, he looks like he's about to pass out*

ooc: we have, but I'm the only person he has consistent contact with who has any sort of magic, and to be honest i'm kind of useless. the most I can do is put him in dumb outfits and give him advice when he needs it. we've tried a few medicinal things, but they haven't done much, and i'm not strong enough to straight up knock him out, nor do I want to--

[someone-official]

I could be of assistance in that area. Im sure my magic is strong enough to keep his consciousness contained in a coma for sufficient rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm's passed out, so the boy answers for him again*

ooc: that would be great if you're really willing to help... I may give him a lot of trouble, but he's no fun to mess with when he's like this... that and I actually started to care about him and now i'm stuck here. though his title of patron was a bit of an exaggeration, i'm more of a poltergeist than anything. oh- i'm dune by the way.

[someone-official]

Sebastian. Pleasure to meet you.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... truly.

[someone-official]

Would you like me to go about it now?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yes, please.. he deserves to sleep through the night for once

[someone-official]

Someone nods, walking over to Sandstorm, his boots splatting in the wet mud.

He kneels down, the hem of his coat beginning to soak up the ground.

He holds his clawed hands on either side of Sandstorm's head. Slowly, a fog like magic begins to come from his hands.

It spreads into his head, straight to his brain. As it does, you can visibly see Sandstorm slowly relax.

This continues for 10 minutes until the fog stops coming from Someone's hands and he stands again.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... we both owe you.

*the boy moves to try and pick sandstorm up, getting him about an inch off the ground before his body phases through sandstorm's*

ah- ... guess i'm watching over him out here.

[someone-official]

Where is he from? I can take him back.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: where he's from is a place he's long since abandoned, but.. he stays with breadcrumb.

[someone-official]

Is it close?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yeah, not too far. About a five minute walk that way

*he nods eastward*

[someone-official]

Mod -

Rq, how tall is Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

mod- he’s about 5’8” from the top of his head down, his horns add about 5-ish inches, but details

[someone-official]

Someone picks Sandstorm up over his shoulder, his feet dragging since Someone is only 5ft, 5'5 with the horns.

Do you want to follow?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yes please… i’m sorry i can’t help you carry him..

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sandstorm is... tired. he's barely made any progress within the library, and he hasn't had a proper night's sleep in months.... it's a miracle he's still pushing forwards, and whatever happy go lucky mask he has been keeping up, is long since gone. what is left is nothing more than a broken boy, one with a desperate wish to help others, because it's too late to help him. a boy, who puts up on his shoulder the same pressure humanity puts on the gods themselves. a boy who has been knocked down, torn apart, and stripped of the memories of those in the distant past who helped him. a boy, who is just that, a boy. a child who never got a chance to be one.

ooc: @breadcrumb-offical no pressure to join in, you don't have to if you don't wanna, but I miss roleplaying with you, so... no worries though.

@someone-official you also feel free to interact if it works for ur lore.

seriously, no pressure on either of you tho.

[someone-official]

If its ok, the interaction takes place in the rain. For effect.

Someone appears next to Sandstorm. He is wearing a long black coat, his tail resting calmly under it's canvas.

Despite the possible rain, his glasses do not bead water on their lenses.

Sandstorm.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*he lets out a yelp quickly straightening up and turning to someone with a faked smile and a clearly forced laugh*

oh, hey someone! you scared me for a second! didn't realize I was so close to your domain...

[someone-official]

Don't worry about it. You can call me Sebastian. I know my formal name is a bit hard to work into conversation.

He is staring directly into Sandstorm's eyes.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sebastian... good to know.

out for a walk, I take it?

[someone-official]

Something like that. And you?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

just... getting some fresh air. even I have a limit on how long I can spend surrounded by books

[someone-official]

Mhm. I can see your fatigue from here. When did you last sleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

slept or slept well? *he's clearly trying to make a joke, but it's not exactly one that lands.*

...for the first one, last night, for the second... I can't even remember

[someone-official]

You should sleep. Preferably for more than 3 hours.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

hells, you have no idea how much I miss being able to do that. trust me Sebastian, I would if I could....

it's fine though! not like I haven't dealt with it before..

[someone-official]

Do you happen to know what can happen to an intelligent brain without sleep, Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

um.... yes but I forget in the moment.

[someone-official]

After just a few days, there can be fatigue, irritability, struggling to retain memory, headaches and slowed reactions times.

Of course, we both know you've gone far beyond a few days, so your symptoms are more like uncontrollable eye movement, slurring of speech, microsleeps, loss of motor function, hallucinations, and reckless behavior.

If this continues, you can end up having serious brain damage or even face the possibility of death.

He walks slightly closer, still locking eyes with Sandstorm.

Do you want to die?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

uh...

...

noo..??

[someone-official]

Then I suggest you get a nice long rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i know, I really want to but I just-- i-

*suddenly sandstorm leans against a tree, his vision swimming as he tries to stablize himself, fighting against the dizzieness he's grown accustomed too*

*huff* hells, this stupid curse, dammit...

[someone-official]

What is going on? What curse.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sorry, just- just dizzy.. gimme a moment.

*once he gets his bearings, he sits down at the base of the tree*

i was around 16, things were better than they had been, but it was a rough month, and well... I was exhausted, hungry, and I was desperate enough to steal the food I needed. only issue, is I didn't realize the place I stole from was a temple. it had been too dark to see, I was only looking for unlocked doors, but you fuck around and find out I guess.

the god wasn't exactly happy... and now here I am, stuck with a curse that means I can't even remember the person who saved my life when I was little.

*he's on the verge of tears at this point. he's tired, sick of fighting, and feeling more alone than he has in years.*

the only issue, is every time I sleep, I keep seeing him and his caravan. they were performers, that much I know, but I can't even remember his name.

i- I can barely remember the person who gave me my own name, how sick is that?

i got used to it eventually, but now it's getting worse... I can barely sleep an hour without waking up in a cold sweat...

[someone-official]

Hmm...

Someone narrows his eyes.

Seems like a terrible curse, to have to relive the worst moment without truly remembering it.

However, if you keep going on like this, your efforts to free yourself will be in vain.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i don't even want to break free anymore, i'm just tired, beside, me and my eh... patron, have tried everything we could already

*a shimmering apparition of a rather normal looking teenage boy appears next to sandstorm, hand on his shoulder*

ooc: he's right... not even *I* can reverse it... we've tried everything we could since I met him...

[someone-official]

Someone nods to the Creator.

Well, you should still be able to sleep. Have you possibly thought about using outside forces to stay asleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm nods, but he stays quiet, he looks like he's about to pass out*

ooc: we have, but I'm the only person he has consistent contact with who has any sort of magic, and to be honest i'm kind of useless. the most I can do is put him in dumb outfits and give him advice when he needs it. we've tried a few medicinal things, but they haven't done much, and i'm not strong enough to straight up knock him out, nor do I want to--

[someone-official]

I could be of assistance in that area. Im sure my magic is strong enough to keep his consciousness contained in a coma for sufficient rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm's passed out, so the boy answers for him again*

ooc: that would be great if you're really willing to help... I may give him a lot of trouble, but he's no fun to mess with when he's like this... that and I actually started to care about him and now i'm stuck here. though his title of patron was a bit of an exaggeration, i'm more of a poltergeist than anything. oh- i'm dune by the way.

[someone-official]

Sebastian. Pleasure to meet you.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... truly.

[someone-official]

Would you like me to go about it now?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yes, please.. he deserves to sleep through the night for once

[someone-official]

Someone nods, walking over to Sandstorm, his boots splatting in the wet mud.

He kneels down, the hem of his coat beginning to soak up the ground.

He holds his clawed hands on either side of Sandstorm's head. Slowly, a fog like magic begins to come from his hands.

It spreads into his head, straight to his brain. As it does, you can visibly see Sandstorm slowly relax.

This continues for 10 minutes until the fog stops coming from Someone's hands and he stands again.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... we both owe you.

*the boy moves to try and pick sandstorm up, getting him about an inch off the ground before his body phases through sandstorm's*

ah- ... guess i'm watching over him out here.

[someone-official]

Where is he from? I can take him back.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: where he's from is a place he's long since abandoned, but.. he stays with breadcrumb.

[someone-official]

Is it close?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yeah, not too far. About a five minute walk that way

*he nods eastward*

[someone-official]

Mod -

Rq, how tall is Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

mod- he’s about 5’8” from the top of his head down, his horns add about 5-ish inches, but details

[subtletwilighteternity]

THEMED TAG GAME

If you have one, describe you're Sona/blog character in the simplest way possible

I'll go first

Big space lady

@weedleysnumberonefan, @cosmic-entity-official, @anonmous-offical, @killer-offical

[nurse-offical]

not tagged but idgaf lamo

girl who has a very non forged medical license but actually knows how to do her job

@da-police-offical @yub-offical @burning-britain-official @caharasass @skyan-official idk yall are the fist i thought + open tags

[burning-britain-official]

Aroace narcissistic egotistical demon

@an-angel-offical @costa-rica-offical @bunny-slippers-offical @someone-official @imightbeafaerie-official-offical @fay-offical @evilpineapple-offical @ashyd-shy @lazy-n @falkor-the-best-villain @eredin-offical e @phantom-foxy-offical @please-stand-by-or-else open tags

[eredin-offical]

Ooc

Interdimensional genocidal army commander who is also a dictator

@evilpineapple-offical @breadcrumb-offical @imightbeafaerie-official-offical @salamander-offical @someone-official @fay-offical @aostchekhovreturns

[someone-official]

Mod -

Depressed homicidal gay demon

@an-angel-offical @seraphim-offical @breadcrumb-offical @sandstorm-but-offical @opossum-on-heroin-offical @evilpineapple-offical @fay-offical @imightbeafaerie-official-offical + open tags

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: shapeshifting demon with memory issues and a poltergeist bugging him

@blueprint-for-buddy @trinkets-offical @cinderellaboyincorrectquotes

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sandstorm is... tired. he's barely made any progress within the library, and he hasn't had a proper night's sleep in months.... it's a miracle he's still pushing forwards, and whatever happy go lucky mask he has been keeping up, is long since gone. what is left is nothing more than a broken boy, one with a desperate wish to help others, because it's too late to help him. a boy, who puts up on his shoulder the same pressure humanity puts on the gods themselves. a boy who has been knocked down, torn apart, and stripped of the memories of those in the distant past who helped him. a boy, who is just that, a boy. a child who never got a chance to be one.

ooc: @breadcrumb-offical no pressure to join in, you don't have to if you don't wanna, but I miss roleplaying with you, so... no worries though.

@someone-official you also feel free to interact if it works for ur lore.

seriously, no pressure on either of you tho.

[someone-official]

If its ok, the interaction takes place in the rain. For effect.

Someone appears next to Sandstorm. He is wearing a long black coat, his tail resting calmly under it's canvas.

Despite the possible rain, his glasses do not bead water on their lenses.

Sandstorm.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*he lets out a yelp quickly straightening up and turning to someone with a faked smile and a clearly forced laugh*

oh, hey someone! you scared me for a second! didn't realize I was so close to your domain...

[someone-official]

Don't worry about it. You can call me Sebastian. I know my formal name is a bit hard to work into conversation.

He is staring directly into Sandstorm's eyes.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sebastian... good to know.

out for a walk, I take it?

[someone-official]

Something like that. And you?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

just... getting some fresh air. even I have a limit on how long I can spend surrounded by books

[someone-official]

Mhm. I can see your fatigue from here. When did you last sleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

slept or slept well? *he's clearly trying to make a joke, but it's not exactly one that lands.*

...for the first one, last night, for the second... I can't even remember

[someone-official]

You should sleep. Preferably for more than 3 hours.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

hells, you have no idea how much I miss being able to do that. trust me Sebastian, I would if I could....

it's fine though! not like I haven't dealt with it before..

[someone-official]

Do you happen to know what can happen to an intelligent brain without sleep, Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

um.... yes but I forget in the moment.

[someone-official]

After just a few days, there can be fatigue, irritability, struggling to retain memory, headaches and slowed reactions times.

Of course, we both know you've gone far beyond a few days, so your symptoms are more like uncontrollable eye movement, slurring of speech, microsleeps, loss of motor function, hallucinations, and reckless behavior.

If this continues, you can end up having serious brain damage or even face the possibility of death.

He walks slightly closer, still locking eyes with Sandstorm.

Do you want to die?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

uh...

...

noo..??

[someone-official]

Then I suggest you get a nice long rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i know, I really want to but I just-- i-

*suddenly sandstorm leans against a tree, his vision swimming as he tries to stablize himself, fighting against the dizzieness he's grown accustomed too*

*huff* hells, this stupid curse, dammit...

[someone-official]

What is going on? What curse.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sorry, just- just dizzy.. gimme a moment.

*once he gets his bearings, he sits down at the base of the tree*

i was around 16, things were better than they had been, but it was a rough month, and well... I was exhausted, hungry, and I was desperate enough to steal the food I needed. only issue, is I didn't realize the place I stole from was a temple. it had been too dark to see, I was only looking for unlocked doors, but you fuck around and find out I guess.

the god wasn't exactly happy... and now here I am, stuck with a curse that means I can't even remember the person who saved my life when I was little.

*he's on the verge of tears at this point. he's tired, sick of fighting, and feeling more alone than he has in years.*

the only issue, is every time I sleep, I keep seeing him and his caravan. they were performers, that much I know, but I can't even remember his name.

i- I can barely remember the person who gave me my own name, how sick is that?

i got used to it eventually, but now it's getting worse... I can barely sleep an hour without waking up in a cold sweat...

[someone-official]

Hmm...

Someone narrows his eyes.

Seems like a terrible curse, to have to relive the worst moment without truly remembering it.

However, if you keep going on like this, your efforts to free yourself will be in vain.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i don't even want to break free anymore, i'm just tired, beside, me and my eh... patron, have tried everything we could already

*a shimmering apparition of a rather normal looking teenage boy appears next to sandstorm, hand on his shoulder*

ooc: he's right... not even *I* can reverse it... we've tried everything we could since I met him...

[someone-official]

Someone nods to the Creator.

Well, you should still be able to sleep. Have you possibly thought about using outside forces to stay asleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm nods, but he stays quiet, he looks like he's about to pass out*

ooc: we have, but I'm the only person he has consistent contact with who has any sort of magic, and to be honest i'm kind of useless. the most I can do is put him in dumb outfits and give him advice when he needs it. we've tried a few medicinal things, but they haven't done much, and i'm not strong enough to straight up knock him out, nor do I want to--

[someone-official]

I could be of assistance in that area. Im sure my magic is strong enough to keep his consciousness contained in a coma for sufficient rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm's passed out, so the boy answers for him again*

ooc: that would be great if you're really willing to help... I may give him a lot of trouble, but he's no fun to mess with when he's like this... that and I actually started to care about him and now i'm stuck here. though his title of patron was a bit of an exaggeration, i'm more of a poltergeist than anything. oh- i'm dune by the way.

[someone-official]

Sebastian. Pleasure to meet you.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... truly.

[someone-official]

Would you like me to go about it now?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yes, please.. he deserves to sleep through the night for once

[someone-official]

Someone nods, walking over to Sandstorm, his boots splatting in the wet mud.

He kneels down, the hem of his coat beginning to soak up the ground.

He holds his clawed hands on either side of Sandstorm's head. Slowly, a fog like magic begins to come from his hands.

It spreads into his head, straight to his brain. As it does, you can visibly see Sandstorm slowly relax.

This continues for 10 minutes until the fog stops coming from Someone's hands and he stands again.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... we both owe you.

*the boy moves to try and pick sandstorm up, getting him about an inch off the ground before his body phases through sandstorm's*

ah- ... guess i'm watching over him out here.

[someone-official]

Where is he from? I can take him back.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: where he's from is a place he's long since abandoned, but.. he stays with breadcrumb.

[someone-official]

Is it close?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yeah, not too far. About a five minute walk that way

*he nods eastward*

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sandstorm is... tired. he's barely made any progress within the library, and he hasn't had a proper night's sleep in months.... it's a miracle he's still pushing forwards, and whatever happy go lucky mask he has been keeping up, is long since gone. what is left is nothing more than a broken boy, one with a desperate wish to help others, because it's too late to help him. a boy, who puts up on his shoulder the same pressure humanity puts on the gods themselves. a boy who has been knocked down, torn apart, and stripped of the memories of those in the distant past who helped him. a boy, who is just that, a boy. a child who never got a chance to be one.

ooc: @breadcrumb-offical no pressure to join in, you don't have to if you don't wanna, but I miss roleplaying with you, so... no worries though.

@someone-official you also feel free to interact if it works for ur lore.

seriously, no pressure on either of you tho.

[someone-official]

If its ok, the interaction takes place in the rain. For effect.

Someone appears next to Sandstorm. He is wearing a long black coat, his tail resting calmly under it's canvas.

Despite the possible rain, his glasses do not bead water on their lenses.

Sandstorm.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*he lets out a yelp quickly straightening up and turning to someone with a faked smile and a clearly forced laugh*

oh, hey someone! you scared me for a second! didn't realize I was so close to your domain...

[someone-official]

Don't worry about it. You can call me Sebastian. I know my formal name is a bit hard to work into conversation.

He is staring directly into Sandstorm's eyes.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sebastian... good to know.

out for a walk, I take it?

[someone-official]

Something like that. And you?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

just... getting some fresh air. even I have a limit on how long I can spend surrounded by books

[someone-official]

Mhm. I can see your fatigue from here. When did you last sleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

slept or slept well? *he's clearly trying to make a joke, but it's not exactly one that lands.*

...for the first one, last night, for the second... I can't even remember

[someone-official]

You should sleep. Preferably for more than 3 hours.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

hells, you have no idea how much I miss being able to do that. trust me Sebastian, I would if I could....

it's fine though! not like I haven't dealt with it before..

[someone-official]

Do you happen to know what can happen to an intelligent brain without sleep, Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

um.... yes but I forget in the moment.

[someone-official]

After just a few days, there can be fatigue, irritability, struggling to retain memory, headaches and slowed reactions times.

Of course, we both know you've gone far beyond a few days, so your symptoms are more like uncontrollable eye movement, slurring of speech, microsleeps, loss of motor function, hallucinations, and reckless behavior.

If this continues, you can end up having serious brain damage or even face the possibility of death.

He walks slightly closer, still locking eyes with Sandstorm.

Do you want to die?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

uh...

...

noo..??

[someone-official]

Then I suggest you get a nice long rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i know, I really want to but I just-- i-

*suddenly sandstorm leans against a tree, his vision swimming as he tries to stablize himself, fighting against the dizzieness he's grown accustomed too*

*huff* hells, this stupid curse, dammit...

[someone-official]

What is going on? What curse.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sorry, just- just dizzy.. gimme a moment.

*once he gets his bearings, he sits down at the base of the tree*

i was around 16, things were better than they had been, but it was a rough month, and well... I was exhausted, hungry, and I was desperate enough to steal the food I needed. only issue, is I didn't realize the place I stole from was a temple. it had been too dark to see, I was only looking for unlocked doors, but you fuck around and find out I guess.

the god wasn't exactly happy... and now here I am, stuck with a curse that means I can't even remember the person who saved my life when I was little.

*he's on the verge of tears at this point. he's tired, sick of fighting, and feeling more alone than he has in years.*

the only issue, is every time I sleep, I keep seeing him and his caravan. they were performers, that much I know, but I can't even remember his name.

i- I can barely remember the person who gave me my own name, how sick is that?

i got used to it eventually, but now it's getting worse... I can barely sleep an hour without waking up in a cold sweat...

[someone-official]

Hmm...

Someone narrows his eyes.

Seems like a terrible curse, to have to relive the worst moment without truly remembering it.

However, if you keep going on like this, your efforts to free yourself will be in vain.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i don't even want to break free anymore, i'm just tired, beside, me and my eh... patron, have tried everything we could already

*a shimmering apparition of a rather normal looking teenage boy appears next to sandstorm, hand on his shoulder*

ooc: he's right... not even *I* can reverse it... we've tried everything we could since I met him...

[someone-official]

Someone nods to the Creator.

Well, you should still be able to sleep. Have you possibly thought about using outside forces to stay asleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm nods, but he stays quiet, he looks like he's about to pass out*

ooc: we have, but I'm the only person he has consistent contact with who has any sort of magic, and to be honest i'm kind of useless. the most I can do is put him in dumb outfits and give him advice when he needs it. we've tried a few medicinal things, but they haven't done much, and i'm not strong enough to straight up knock him out, nor do I want to--

[someone-official]

I could be of assistance in that area. Im sure my magic is strong enough to keep his consciousness contained in a coma for sufficient rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm's passed out, so the boy answers for him again*

ooc: that would be great if you're really willing to help... I may give him a lot of trouble, but he's no fun to mess with when he's like this... that and I actually started to care about him and now i'm stuck here. though his title of patron was a bit of an exaggeration, i'm more of a poltergeist than anything. oh- i'm dune by the way.

[someone-official]

Sebastian. Pleasure to meet you.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... truly.

[someone-official]

Would you like me to go about it now?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yes, please.. he deserves to sleep through the night for once

[someone-official]

Someone nods, walking over to Sandstorm, his boots splatting in the wet mud.

He kneels down, the hem of his coat beginning to soak up the ground.

He holds his clawed hands on either side of Sandstorm's head. Slowly, a fog like magic begins to come from his hands.

It spreads into his head, straight to his brain. As it does, you can visibly see Sandstorm slowly relax.

This continues for 10 minutes until the fog stops coming from Someone's hands and he stands again.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... we both owe you.

*the boy moves to try and pick sandstorm up, getting him about an inch off the ground before his body phases through sandstorm's*

ah- ... guess i'm watching over him out here.

[someone-official]

Where is he from? I can take him back.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: where he's from is a place he's long since abandoned, but.. he stays with breadcrumb.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sandstorm is... tired. he's barely made any progress within the library, and he hasn't had a proper night's sleep in months.... it's a miracle he's still pushing forwards, and whatever happy go lucky mask he has been keeping up, is long since gone. what is left is nothing more than a broken boy, one with a desperate wish to help others, because it's too late to help him. a boy, who puts up on his shoulder the same pressure humanity puts on the gods themselves. a boy who has been knocked down, torn apart, and stripped of the memories of those in the distant past who helped him. a boy, who is just that, a boy. a child who never got a chance to be one.

ooc: @breadcrumb-offical no pressure to join in, you don't have to if you don't wanna, but I miss roleplaying with you, so... no worries though.

@someone-official you also feel free to interact if it works for ur lore.

seriously, no pressure on either of you tho.

[someone-official]

If its ok, the interaction takes place in the rain. For effect.

Someone appears next to Sandstorm. He is wearing a long black coat, his tail resting calmly under it's canvas.

Despite the possible rain, his glasses do not bead water on their lenses.

Sandstorm.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*he lets out a yelp quickly straightening up and turning to someone with a faked smile and a clearly forced laugh*

oh, hey someone! you scared me for a second! didn't realize I was so close to your domain...

[someone-official]

Don't worry about it. You can call me Sebastian. I know my formal name is a bit hard to work into conversation.

He is staring directly into Sandstorm's eyes.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sebastian... good to know.

out for a walk, I take it?

[someone-official]

Something like that. And you?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

just... getting some fresh air. even I have a limit on how long I can spend surrounded by books

[someone-official]

Mhm. I can see your fatigue from here. When did you last sleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

slept or slept well? *he's clearly trying to make a joke, but it's not exactly one that lands.*

...for the first one, last night, for the second... I can't even remember

[someone-official]

You should sleep. Preferably for more than 3 hours.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

hells, you have no idea how much I miss being able to do that. trust me Sebastian, I would if I could....

it's fine though! not like I haven't dealt with it before..

[someone-official]

Do you happen to know what can happen to an intelligent brain without sleep, Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

um.... yes but I forget in the moment.

[someone-official]

After just a few days, there can be fatigue, irritability, struggling to retain memory, headaches and slowed reactions times.

Of course, we both know you've gone far beyond a few days, so your symptoms are more like uncontrollable eye movement, slurring of speech, microsleeps, loss of motor function, hallucinations, and reckless behavior.

If this continues, you can end up having serious brain damage or even face the possibility of death.

He walks slightly closer, still locking eyes with Sandstorm.

Do you want to die?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

uh...

...

noo..??

[someone-official]

Then I suggest you get a nice long rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i know, I really want to but I just-- i-

*suddenly sandstorm leans against a tree, his vision swimming as he tries to stablize himself, fighting against the dizzieness he's grown accustomed too*

*huff* hells, this stupid curse, dammit...

[someone-official]

What is going on? What curse.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sorry, just- just dizzy.. gimme a moment.

*once he gets his bearings, he sits down at the base of the tree*

i was around 16, things were better than they had been, but it was a rough month, and well... I was exhausted, hungry, and I was desperate enough to steal the food I needed. only issue, is I didn't realize the place I stole from was a temple. it had been too dark to see, I was only looking for unlocked doors, but you fuck around and find out I guess.

the god wasn't exactly happy... and now here I am, stuck with a curse that means I can't even remember the person who saved my life when I was little.

*he's on the verge of tears at this point. he's tired, sick of fighting, and feeling more alone than he has in years.*

the only issue, is every time I sleep, I keep seeing him and his caravan. they were performers, that much I know, but I can't even remember his name.

i- I can barely remember the person who gave me my own name, how sick is that?

i got used to it eventually, but now it's getting worse... I can barely sleep an hour without waking up in a cold sweat...

[someone-official]

Hmm...

Someone narrows his eyes.

Seems like a terrible curse, to have to relive the worst moment without truly remembering it.

However, if you keep going on like this, your efforts to free yourself will be in vain.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i don't even want to break free anymore, i'm just tired, beside, me and my eh... patron, have tried everything we could already

*a shimmering apparition of a rather normal looking teenage boy appears next to sandstorm, hand on his shoulder*

ooc: he's right... not even *I* can reverse it... we've tried everything we could since I met him...

[someone-official]

Someone nods to the Creator.

Well, you should still be able to sleep. Have you possibly thought about using outside forces to stay asleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm nods, but he stays quiet, he looks like he's about to pass out*

ooc: we have, but I'm the only person he has consistent contact with who has any sort of magic, and to be honest i'm kind of useless. the most I can do is put him in dumb outfits and give him advice when he needs it. we've tried a few medicinal things, but they haven't done much, and i'm not strong enough to straight up knock him out, nor do I want to--

[someone-official]

I could be of assistance in that area. Im sure my magic is strong enough to keep his consciousness contained in a coma for sufficient rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm's passed out, so the boy answers for him again*

ooc: that would be great if you're really willing to help... I may give him a lot of trouble, but he's no fun to mess with when he's like this... that and I actually started to care about him and now i'm stuck here. though his title of patron was a bit of an exaggeration, i'm more of a poltergeist than anything. oh- i'm dune by the way.

[someone-official]

Sebastian. Pleasure to meet you.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... truly.

[someone-official]

Would you like me to go about it now?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yes, please.. he deserves to sleep through the night for once

[someone-official]

Someone nods, walking over to Sandstorm, his boots splatting in the wet mud.

He kneels down, the hem of his coat beginning to soak up the ground.

He holds his clawed hands on either side of Sandstorm's head. Slowly, a fog like magic begins to come from his hands.

It spreads into his head, straight to his brain. As it does, you can visibly see Sandstorm slowly relax.

This continues for 10 minutes until the fog stops coming from Someone's hands and he stands again.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... we both owe you.

*the boy moves to try and pick sandstorm up, getting him about an inch off the ground before his body phases through sandstorm's*

ah- ... guess i'm watching over him out here.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sandstorm is... tired. he's barely made any progress within the library, and he hasn't had a proper night's sleep in months.... it's a miracle he's still pushing forwards, and whatever happy go lucky mask he has been keeping up, is long since gone. what is left is nothing more than a broken boy, one with a desperate wish to help others, because it's too late to help him. a boy, who puts up on his shoulder the same pressure humanity puts on the gods themselves. a boy who has been knocked down, torn apart, and stripped of the memories of those in the distant past who helped him. a boy, who is just that, a boy. a child who never got a chance to be one.

ooc: @breadcrumb-offical no pressure to join in, you don't have to if you don't wanna, but I miss roleplaying with you, so... no worries though.

@someone-official you also feel free to interact if it works for ur lore.

seriously, no pressure on either of you tho.

[someone-official]

If its ok, the interaction takes place in the rain. For effect.

Someone appears next to Sandstorm. He is wearing a long black coat, his tail resting calmly under it's canvas.

Despite the possible rain, his glasses do not bead water on their lenses.

Sandstorm.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*he lets out a yelp quickly straightening up and turning to someone with a faked smile and a clearly forced laugh*

oh, hey someone! you scared me for a second! didn't realize I was so close to your domain...

[someone-official]

Don't worry about it. You can call me Sebastian. I know my formal name is a bit hard to work into conversation.

He is staring directly into Sandstorm's eyes.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sebastian... good to know.

out for a walk, I take it?

[someone-official]

Something like that. And you?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

just... getting some fresh air. even I have a limit on how long I can spend surrounded by books

[someone-official]

Mhm. I can see your fatigue from here. When did you last sleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

slept or slept well? *he's clearly trying to make a joke, but it's not exactly one that lands.*

...for the first one, last night, for the second... I can't even remember

[someone-official]

You should sleep. Preferably for more than 3 hours.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

hells, you have no idea how much I miss being able to do that. trust me Sebastian, I would if I could....

it's fine though! not like I haven't dealt with it before..

[someone-official]

Do you happen to know what can happen to an intelligent brain without sleep, Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

um.... yes but I forget in the moment.

[someone-official]

After just a few days, there can be fatigue, irritability, struggling to retain memory, headaches and slowed reactions times.

Of course, we both know you've gone far beyond a few days, so your symptoms are more like uncontrollable eye movement, slurring of speech, microsleeps, loss of motor function, hallucinations, and reckless behavior.

If this continues, you can end up having serious brain damage or even face the possibility of death.

He walks slightly closer, still locking eyes with Sandstorm.

Do you want to die?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

uh...

...

noo..??

[someone-official]

Then I suggest you get a nice long rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i know, I really want to but I just-- i-

*suddenly sandstorm leans against a tree, his vision swimming as he tries to stablize himself, fighting against the dizzieness he's grown accustomed too*

*huff* hells, this stupid curse, dammit...

[someone-official]

What is going on? What curse.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sorry, just- just dizzy.. gimme a moment.

*once he gets his bearings, he sits down at the base of the tree*

i was around 16, things were better than they had been, but it was a rough month, and well... I was exhausted, hungry, and I was desperate enough to steal the food I needed. only issue, is I didn't realize the place I stole from was a temple. it had been too dark to see, I was only looking for unlocked doors, but you fuck around and find out I guess.

the god wasn't exactly happy... and now here I am, stuck with a curse that means I can't even remember the person who saved my life when I was little.

*he's on the verge of tears at this point. he's tired, sick of fighting, and feeling more alone than he has in years.*

the only issue, is every time I sleep, I keep seeing him and his caravan. they were performers, that much I know, but I can't even remember his name.

i- I can barely remember the person who gave me my own name, how sick is that?

i got used to it eventually, but now it's getting worse... I can barely sleep an hour without waking up in a cold sweat...

[someone-official]

Hmm...

Someone narrows his eyes.

Seems like a terrible curse, to have to relive the worst moment without truly remembering it.

However, if you keep going on like this, your efforts to free yourself will be in vain.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i don't even want to break free anymore, i'm just tired, beside, me and my eh... patron, have tried everything we could already

*a shimmering apparition of a rather normal looking teenage boy appears next to sandstorm, hand on his shoulder*

ooc: he's right... not even *I* can reverse it... we've tried everything we could since I met him...

[someone-official]

Someone nods to the Creator.

Well, you should still be able to sleep. Have you possibly thought about using outside forces to stay asleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm nods, but he stays quiet, he looks like he's about to pass out*

ooc: we have, but I'm the only person he has consistent contact with who has any sort of magic, and to be honest i'm kind of useless. the most I can do is put him in dumb outfits and give him advice when he needs it. we've tried a few medicinal things, but they haven't done much, and i'm not strong enough to straight up knock him out, nor do I want to--

[someone-official]

I could be of assistance in that area. Im sure my magic is strong enough to keep his consciousness contained in a coma for sufficient rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm's passed out, so the boy answers for him again*

ooc: that would be great if you're really willing to help... I may give him a lot of trouble, but he's no fun to mess with when he's like this... that and I actually started to care about him and now i'm stuck here. though his title of patron was a bit of an exaggeration, i'm more of a poltergeist than anything. oh- i'm dune by the way.

[someone-official]

Sebastian. Pleasure to meet you.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... truly.

[someone-official]

Would you like me to go about it now?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: yes, please.. he deserves to sleep through the night for once

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sandstorm is... tired. he's barely made any progress within the library, and he hasn't had a proper night's sleep in months.... it's a miracle he's still pushing forwards, and whatever happy go lucky mask he has been keeping up, is long since gone. what is left is nothing more than a broken boy, one with a desperate wish to help others, because it's too late to help him. a boy, who puts up on his shoulder the same pressure humanity puts on the gods themselves. a boy who has been knocked down, torn apart, and stripped of the memories of those in the distant past who helped him. a boy, who is just that, a boy. a child who never got a chance to be one.

ooc: @breadcrumb-offical no pressure to join in, you don't have to if you don't wanna, but I miss roleplaying with you, so... no worries though.

@someone-official you also feel free to interact if it works for ur lore.

seriously, no pressure on either of you tho.

[someone-official]

If its ok, the interaction takes place in the rain. For effect.

Someone appears next to Sandstorm. He is wearing a long black coat, his tail resting calmly under it's canvas.

Despite the possible rain, his glasses do not bead water on their lenses.

Sandstorm.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*he lets out a yelp quickly straightening up and turning to someone with a faked smile and a clearly forced laugh*

oh, hey someone! you scared me for a second! didn't realize I was so close to your domain...

[someone-official]

Don't worry about it. You can call me Sebastian. I know my formal name is a bit hard to work into conversation.

He is staring directly into Sandstorm's eyes.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sebastian... good to know.

out for a walk, I take it?

[someone-official]

Something like that. And you?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

just... getting some fresh air. even I have a limit on how long I can spend surrounded by books

[someone-official]

Mhm. I can see your fatigue from here. When did you last sleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

slept or slept well? *he's clearly trying to make a joke, but it's not exactly one that lands.*

...for the first one, last night, for the second... I can't even remember

[someone-official]

You should sleep. Preferably for more than 3 hours.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

hells, you have no idea how much I miss being able to do that. trust me Sebastian, I would if I could....

it's fine though! not like I haven't dealt with it before..

[someone-official]

Do you happen to know what can happen to an intelligent brain without sleep, Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

um.... yes but I forget in the moment.

[someone-official]

After just a few days, there can be fatigue, irritability, struggling to retain memory, headaches and slowed reactions times.

Of course, we both know you've gone far beyond a few days, so your symptoms are more like uncontrollable eye movement, slurring of speech, microsleeps, loss of motor function, hallucinations, and reckless behavior.

If this continues, you can end up having serious brain damage or even face the possibility of death.

He walks slightly closer, still locking eyes with Sandstorm.

Do you want to die?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

uh...

...

noo..??

[someone-official]

Then I suggest you get a nice long rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i know, I really want to but I just-- i-

*suddenly sandstorm leans against a tree, his vision swimming as he tries to stablize himself, fighting against the dizzieness he's grown accustomed too*

*huff* hells, this stupid curse, dammit...

[someone-official]

What is going on? What curse.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sorry, just- just dizzy.. gimme a moment.

*once he gets his bearings, he sits down at the base of the tree*

i was around 16, things were better than they had been, but it was a rough month, and well... I was exhausted, hungry, and I was desperate enough to steal the food I needed. only issue, is I didn't realize the place I stole from was a temple. it had been too dark to see, I was only looking for unlocked doors, but you fuck around and find out I guess.

the god wasn't exactly happy... and now here I am, stuck with a curse that means I can't even remember the person who saved my life when I was little.

*he's on the verge of tears at this point. he's tired, sick of fighting, and feeling more alone than he has in years.*

the only issue, is every time I sleep, I keep seeing him and his caravan. they were performers, that much I know, but I can't even remember his name.

i- I can barely remember the person who gave me my own name, how sick is that?

i got used to it eventually, but now it's getting worse... I can barely sleep an hour without waking up in a cold sweat...

[someone-official]

Hmm...

Someone narrows his eyes.

Seems like a terrible curse, to have to relive the worst moment without truly remembering it.

However, if you keep going on like this, your efforts to free yourself will be in vain.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i don't even want to break free anymore, i'm just tired, beside, me and my eh... patron, have tried everything we could already

*a shimmering apparition of a rather normal looking teenage boy appears next to sandstorm, hand on his shoulder*

ooc: he's right... not even *I* can reverse it... we've tried everything we could since I met him...

[someone-official]

Someone nods to the Creator.

Well, you should still be able to sleep. Have you possibly thought about using outside forces to stay asleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm nods, but he stays quiet, he looks like he's about to pass out*

ooc: we have, but I'm the only person he has consistent contact with who has any sort of magic, and to be honest i'm kind of useless. the most I can do is put him in dumb outfits and give him advice when he needs it. we've tried a few medicinal things, but they haven't done much, and i'm not strong enough to straight up knock him out, nor do I want to--

[someone-official]

I could be of assistance in that area. Im sure my magic is strong enough to keep his consciousness contained in a coma for sufficient rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm's passed out, so the boy answers for him again*

ooc: that would be great if you're really willing to help... I may give him a lot of trouble, but he's no fun to mess with when he's like this... that and I actually started to care about him and now i'm stuck here. though his title of patron was a bit of an exaggeration, i'm more of a poltergeist than anything. oh- i'm dune by the way.

[someone-official]

Sebastian. Pleasure to meet you.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

ooc: thank you... truly.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sandstorm is... tired. he's barely made any progress within the library, and he hasn't had a proper night's sleep in months.... it's a miracle he's still pushing forwards, and whatever happy go lucky mask he has been keeping up, is long since gone. what is left is nothing more than a broken boy, one with a desperate wish to help others, because it's too late to help him. a boy, who puts up on his shoulder the same pressure humanity puts on the gods themselves. a boy who has been knocked down, torn apart, and stripped of the memories of those in the distant past who helped him. a boy, who is just that, a boy. a child who never got a chance to be one.

ooc: @breadcrumb-offical no pressure to join in, you don't have to if you don't wanna, but I miss roleplaying with you, so... no worries though.

@someone-official you also feel free to interact if it works for ur lore.

seriously, no pressure on either of you tho.

[someone-official]

If its ok, the interaction takes place in the rain. For effect.

Someone appears next to Sandstorm. He is wearing a long black coat, his tail resting calmly under it's canvas.

Despite the possible rain, his glasses do not bead water on their lenses.

Sandstorm.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*he lets out a yelp quickly straightening up and turning to someone with a faked smile and a clearly forced laugh*

oh, hey someone! you scared me for a second! didn't realize I was so close to your domain...

[someone-official]

Don't worry about it. You can call me Sebastian. I know my formal name is a bit hard to work into conversation.

He is staring directly into Sandstorm's eyes.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sebastian... good to know.

out for a walk, I take it?

[someone-official]

Something like that. And you?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

just... getting some fresh air. even I have a limit on how long I can spend surrounded by books

[someone-official]

Mhm. I can see your fatigue from here. When did you last sleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

slept or slept well? *he's clearly trying to make a joke, but it's not exactly one that lands.*

...for the first one, last night, for the second... I can't even remember

[someone-official]

You should sleep. Preferably for more than 3 hours.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

hells, you have no idea how much I miss being able to do that. trust me Sebastian, I would if I could....

it's fine though! not like I haven't dealt with it before..

[someone-official]

Do you happen to know what can happen to an intelligent brain without sleep, Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

um.... yes but I forget in the moment.

[someone-official]

After just a few days, there can be fatigue, irritability, struggling to retain memory, headaches and slowed reactions times.

Of course, we both know you've gone far beyond a few days, so your symptoms are more like uncontrollable eye movement, slurring of speech, microsleeps, loss of motor function, hallucinations, and reckless behavior.

If this continues, you can end up having serious brain damage or even face the possibility of death.

He walks slightly closer, still locking eyes with Sandstorm.

Do you want to die?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

uh...

...

noo..??

[someone-official]

Then I suggest you get a nice long rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i know, I really want to but I just-- i-

*suddenly sandstorm leans against a tree, his vision swimming as he tries to stablize himself, fighting against the dizzieness he's grown accustomed too*

*huff* hells, this stupid curse, dammit...

[someone-official]

What is going on? What curse.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sorry, just- just dizzy.. gimme a moment.

*once he gets his bearings, he sits down at the base of the tree*

i was around 16, things were better than they had been, but it was a rough month, and well... I was exhausted, hungry, and I was desperate enough to steal the food I needed. only issue, is I didn't realize the place I stole from was a temple. it had been too dark to see, I was only looking for unlocked doors, but you fuck around and find out I guess.

the god wasn't exactly happy... and now here I am, stuck with a curse that means I can't even remember the person who saved my life when I was little.

*he's on the verge of tears at this point. he's tired, sick of fighting, and feeling more alone than he has in years.*

the only issue, is every time I sleep, I keep seeing him and his caravan. they were performers, that much I know, but I can't even remember his name.

i- I can barely remember the person who gave me my own name, how sick is that?

i got used to it eventually, but now it's getting worse... I can barely sleep an hour without waking up in a cold sweat...

[someone-official]

Hmm...

Someone narrows his eyes.

Seems like a terrible curse, to have to relive the worst moment without truly remembering it.

However, if you keep going on like this, your efforts to free yourself will be in vain.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i don't even want to break free anymore, i'm just tired, beside, me and my eh... patron, have tried everything we could already

*a shimmering apparition of a rather normal looking teenage boy appears next to sandstorm, hand on his shoulder*

ooc: he's right... not even *I* can reverse it... we've tried everything we could since I met him...

[someone-official]

Someone nods to the Creator.

Well, you should still be able to sleep. Have you possibly thought about using outside forces to stay asleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm nods, but he stays quiet, he looks like he's about to pass out*

ooc: we have, but I'm the only person he has consistent contact with who has any sort of magic, and to be honest i'm kind of useless. the most I can do is put him in dumb outfits and give him advice when he needs it. we've tried a few medicinal things, but they haven't done much, and i'm not strong enough to straight up knock him out, nor do I want to--

[someone-official]

I could be of assistance in that area. Im sure my magic is strong enough to keep his consciousness contained in a coma for sufficient rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm's passed out, so the boy answers for him again*

ooc: that would be great if you're really willing to help... I may give him a lot of trouble, but he's no fun to mess with when he's like this... that and I actually started to care about him and now i'm stuck here. though his title of patron was a bit of an exaggeration, i'm more of a poltergeist than anything. oh- i'm dune by the way.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sandstorm is... tired. he's barely made any progress within the library, and he hasn't had a proper night's sleep in months.... it's a miracle he's still pushing forwards, and whatever happy go lucky mask he has been keeping up, is long since gone. what is left is nothing more than a broken boy, one with a desperate wish to help others, because it's too late to help him. a boy, who puts up on his shoulder the same pressure humanity puts on the gods themselves. a boy who has been knocked down, torn apart, and stripped of the memories of those in the distant past who helped him. a boy, who is just that, a boy. a child who never got a chance to be one.

ooc: @breadcrumb-offical no pressure to join in, you don't have to if you don't wanna, but I miss roleplaying with you, so... no worries though.

@someone-official you also feel free to interact if it works for ur lore.

seriously, no pressure on either of you tho.

[someone-official]

If its ok, the interaction takes place in the rain. For effect.

Someone appears next to Sandstorm. He is wearing a long black coat, his tail resting calmly under it's canvas.

Despite the possible rain, his glasses do not bead water on their lenses.

Sandstorm.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*he lets out a yelp quickly straightening up and turning to someone with a faked smile and a clearly forced laugh*

oh, hey someone! you scared me for a second! didn't realize I was so close to your domain...

[someone-official]

Don't worry about it. You can call me Sebastian. I know my formal name is a bit hard to work into conversation.

He is staring directly into Sandstorm's eyes.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sebastian... good to know.

out for a walk, I take it?

[someone-official]

Something like that. And you?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

just... getting some fresh air. even I have a limit on how long I can spend surrounded by books

[someone-official]

Mhm. I can see your fatigue from here. When did you last sleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

slept or slept well? *he's clearly trying to make a joke, but it's not exactly one that lands.*

...for the first one, last night, for the second... I can't even remember

[someone-official]

You should sleep. Preferably for more than 3 hours.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

hells, you have no idea how much I miss being able to do that. trust me Sebastian, I would if I could....

it's fine though! not like I haven't dealt with it before..

[someone-official]

Do you happen to know what can happen to an intelligent brain without sleep, Sandstorm?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

um.... yes but I forget in the moment.

[someone-official]

After just a few days, there can be fatigue, irritability, struggling to retain memory, headaches and slowed reactions times.

Of course, we both know you've gone far beyond a few days, so your symptoms are more like uncontrollable eye movement, slurring of speech, microsleeps, loss of motor function, hallucinations, and reckless behavior.

If this continues, you can end up having serious brain damage or even face the possibility of death.

He walks slightly closer, still locking eyes with Sandstorm.

Do you want to die?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

uh...

...

noo..??

[someone-official]

Then I suggest you get a nice long rest.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i know, I really want to but I just-- i-

*suddenly sandstorm leans against a tree, his vision swimming as he tries to stablize himself, fighting against the dizzieness he's grown accustomed too*

*huff* hells, this stupid curse, dammit...

[someone-official]

What is going on? What curse.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

sorry, just- just dizzy.. gimme a moment.

*once he gets his bearings, he sits down at the base of the tree*

i was around 16, things were better than they had been, but it was a rough month, and well... I was exhausted, hungry, and I was desperate enough to steal the food I needed. only issue, is I didn't realize the place I stole from was a temple. it had been too dark to see, I was only looking for unlocked doors, but you fuck around and find out I guess.

the god wasn't exactly happy... and now here I am, stuck with a curse that means I can't even remember the person who saved my life when I was little.

*he's on the verge of tears at this point. he's tired, sick of fighting, and feeling more alone than he has in years.*

the only issue, is every time I sleep, I keep seeing him and his caravan. they were performers, that much I know, but I can't even remember his name.

i- I can barely remember the person who gave me my own name, how sick is that?

i got used to it eventually, but now it's getting worse... I can barely sleep an hour without waking up in a cold sweat...

[someone-official]

Hmm...

Someone narrows his eyes.

Seems like a terrible curse, to have to relive the worst moment without truly remembering it.

However, if you keep going on like this, your efforts to free yourself will be in vain.

[sandstorm-but-offical]

i don't even want to break free anymore, i'm just tired, beside, me and my eh... patron, have tried everything we could already

*a shimmering apparition of a rather normal looking teenage boy appears next to sandstorm, hand on his shoulder*

ooc: he's right... not even *I* can reverse it... we've tried everything we could since I met him...

[someone-official]

Someone nods to the Creator.

Well, you should still be able to sleep. Have you possibly thought about using outside forces to stay asleep?

[sandstorm-but-offical]

*sandstorm nods, but he stays quiet, he looks like he's about to pass out*

ooc: we have, but I'm the only person he has consistent contact with who has any sort of magic, and to be honest i'm kind of useless. the most I can do is put him in dumb outfits and give him advice when he needs it. we've tried a few medicinal things, but they haven't done much, and i'm not strong enough to straight up knock him out, nor do I want to--