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[the-gift-cf-grace]

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Whatever regrets and grievances Radagon might've had for the one known as Radahn and his fate... none of it mattered to the hulking colossus several miles away from him, as the being would nock another spear onto his bow, drawing it back even firmer now, to the point where the rope was visibly making his bow creak in frustration from the over-extension of the bowstring. Something about this being that had stepped up to him...

It was triggering something within Radahn's long-gone mind... with his eroded mind, he could not discern what it was... but it angered him further.

He fired his shot, but the over-extension of his bowstring made the shot fling towards Radagon at an off-angle, missing him as it whizzed past him and smashed into a pile of armaments, sundering shields and snapping spears in half. And Radagon would hear in the distance, as the beast formerly known as his son let out an anguished roar, displeased of having missed his mark, but...

He'd also see Radahn reach for his helmet-covered head, clutching it with a loud growl. Was this a window of opportunity? He was not firing any arrows, so might as well try and get closer!

[fellomenking]

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{X}

Radagon tilts his head in curiosity. Clearly, the omen had something to say, something on his mind. He sets the two ingredients he offered down onto the counter, and looks back to Morgott.

“Doth thou have something on thy mind? Have thee something else to add? I’m open to idea’s! No matter how strange. I promise thou will find no judgement from me.”

Radagon has not been down to the Subterranean Shunning Grounds. Heard of them, yes. Been to them? Heavens no. It’s not that he’s scared, or fears what he may find.

But it’s what Marika would do. He wants to keep her pleased, so she doesn’t make any further harsh decisions like she has already made. He knows he can’t change her.. But he can keep her dormant, at the very least.

He’s had his exotic tastes, and tried strange things while out and about as the Golden Warrior. Not to mention, he’s got an open mind about things. Radagon isn’t opposed to change, unlike some.

“I-I... Nay... I... Have nothing to contribute... My apologies.”

A deep breath.

The Fell Omen carried many memories. Most of which he would prefer to have left alone in the dark. Where they belong.

“... Be there anything more thou would’st require of me?”

[the-gift-cf-grace]

(From: runeofgold)

Radagon and Radahn

It's.. All been said and done. Marika and Radagon have been freed of the Greater Will, and stripped of godhood. Despite this, Radagon hurried away from the capital, leaving Marika alone. He seeked out his kin, those of his blood, and Rennala's.. His first love, wife, and mother of their three beautiful children.

But.. What has become of said children? There was no loving reunion between Ranni, Rykard, and Radagon. They were absent from the lands. He knows naught what happened... What of Radahn?

Radagon searched far and wide, looking for any leads of his first born son. And.. He's found one. In Caelid, wrought by the destruction of the scarlet rot. These lands were once beautiful. Malenia.. Malenia did this, from the shattering. It broke his heart.. Seeing everything he couldn't prevent, and more..

Caelid is red, with death and rot. The sky is no longer blue, there is nothing green anymore. As Radagon steps on the dusty red ground, he leaves tracks. Gauging all the destruction around him.. But what of Radahn? Gazing from Redmane castle, there's a distant shore.

He has to be there.. With any luck. He HAS to be there..

Radagon takes a lift down, to the red shore across from the vast one that is ever looming.. What will Radagon face on the other side? The teleporting gate takes him to the unreachable shore, from Redmane castle..

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The Wailing Dunes.

The endless plains of red dust and sand, upon which the greatest battle of the Shattering took place. A wild, animalistic, and downright destructive battle between Radahn, Great General and Starscourge of Caelid, and his Redmane Knights, against the invading forces of Malenia, Blade of Miquella, and her Cleanrot Knights.

Now all that was left is this barren wasteland, strewn with half-eaten, rotting corpses of both sides of the conflict, and with a festering, Rot-pulsating epicenter of Aeonia not too far away. And in the distance of Radagon's field of vision, he would see it...

A colossal, albeit hunched figure of a thing... a person of insurmountable size and power, his grace and mind both long gone from the Rot eating away at him. Still, ever wandering, ever carried by his loyal steed Leonard. The figure stops as soon as Radagon steps onto the dunes... turns towards him...

And with a silent, mindless motion, pulls his gargantuan greatbow, and nocks a spear onto the string of it, gravitational magic surging from the long-since rotted Demigod's veins, and imbuing the spear with a purplish-black hue, before it is launched, whizzing through the air like a streak of purple, heading right for Radagon!