Paragon of the 12th

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To Kugane!

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It has been nearly a THREE DAYS since Lisette had traveled to the east with those pesky Warriors of Light. Not a word however. Clearly something was wrong and this ascian now mortal had decided it is time to brush dust off his ascian robe, the robe he… was still wearing despite being told numerous times to adapt and get more normal clothing, today was the day he was to travel to the east in search of his beasty.

Not alone however.

Stepping forth through Limsa Lominsa, glancing left and right to the awestruck crafters, he paused clenching a fist.

“Paragon. Come forth.” he called abruptly, causing all nearby guards to suddenly turn around.

As the servant was manifesting through a swirl of shadows and whispy darkness, Lahabrea finally spot the approaching Maelstorm guards. Right. He was supposed to be subtle.

Pinning a stare under the mask resulted in both men locked in what appeared to be a silent stare contest until the former ascian slowly moved his hand. The guard gripped his weapon squinting his eyes ready to attack.

“Retainer.” Lahabrea suddenly said as his fingers tapped on the nearby bell.

The guard reluctantly lowered the weapon… well, he has definitely seen stranger things than that. With him gone now, the ascian turned to the just summoned paragon.

“I will need your services.”

The poor thing was nervous to answer his master’s call in the midst of a bustling city state, but he would not deny him when he was asked upon for fear doing so would make it seem like he had grown out of touch with his own paragons in the eyes of his brethren, that was something he didn’t want others to think.

“M-my lord,” He spoke with hesitance as he glanced around. He’d never been summoned in this sort of situation. Despite the guards having deduced his master and himself not being a threat he still felt uneasy. “Should we not... find a change of garb?”

Truth be told the lesser did not care for all the attention they were receiving,

#You're fine!#poor lil bean is so nervous

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“Will we ever truly see peace? Or are we doomed to sacrifice all for naught?”

“But what defines true peace?”

It was silent before the voice spoke up, giving no sign of the beings approach. Not even a dark and foreboding, heavy air accompanied the dark robed figure as he stood a distance away behind her back. His robes, lacking the ornamental embellishments of a prestigious rank, were simple.

The mask was clear, full and black barring the design of Lahabrea, a fallen overlord of the Paragons. But what was truly puzzling was the sincerity of the question, spoken as though this creature were curious and yet just as troubled as Alisaie was.

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Lahabrea observed the paragon, quite content with the pace he was learning with. And then it dawned upon him as well - yes, he was just a shadow with no name, not a thought given beyond a disposable convenient pawn.

The former ascian narrowed his look, rubbing his chin in thought. Wasn’t he the same? Did his name matter? At the end they all served for the same cause and where one would fail another would take their place. No. This was a rule he was no longer following and neither should his paragon. “You need a name.” Lahabrea suddenly spoke, waving his hand in a dismissive manner, “I care little what is permitted. You serve me before all.”

Name. Ah the creative potential Lahabrea had in that department was equal to the variety of his wardrobe. A hint word for that was - none. “If questioned, they are to seek answers from me, not you.” the former ascian continued with a very distinct protective tone. “As for the name, you ought to decide on it.”

Surely Lahabrea had good intentions… if only he wasn’t giving the poor paragon the stern look of a teacher who was giving a final test to his student.

Though unseen through the solidness of his full mask, his surprise was noted in the sudden halt of his duty to sweep the floor clean of crumbs. He paused still even trying to think of a response, he musn’t keep his lord waiting with one.

“I-…My lord, I’m afraid I know not the rituals of such a creative process.. I… I am content with my title,” he spoke with unease, as though being given a name would make his master look weak. He knew a few among Lahabrea’s peers who would see the fallen overlord as such but truth be told he did not know if he was content at all with being one of many who’s purpose was to be used to further the gains of others.

He was so .. conflicted? Was this what mortals experienced when thrust into a predicament based upon the choice of either or?

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#Lahabrea #Lisette #12fth Paragon #RP #He doesn't even know what names are

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Lahabrea placed a firm hand on the paragon’s shoulder, stepping forth. Pride was spelled over his posture - yes this was his paragon! “He is but learning of these trivial mortal habits.” the former ascian continued.. and his step froze. He stepped on the crumbs and his look was instantly pinned down. “Mortals value order, it’s in their nature.” Lahabrea continued to explain, gesturing at the paragon to follow him. “They distaste chaos, and yet it is but the spark that drives them to action.” Next he reached for the broom, naturally dramatic in the motion as if he was displaying a tool of great importance. “Do not underestimate the drive they possess. When sparked they could achieve fearsome potential.” Clearly he was speaking of the dangers Lisette posed when irred, as he swept some of the crumbs away and finally he held the broom up to the likely confused paragon. “Now you ought to repeat what you learned.”

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A small smile persisted upon her lips, Lahabrea was teaching another Ascian his new view on human ways. It was an endearing display. Still her attention was left on the breakfast she was making. Frying up eggs, the bacon cooking in the skillet, The sounds and scents would be rather distracting in a small place for one not associated with the daily activity. Still she thought on the Paragon’s “name”, to her it sounded more like a title. Lahabrea had a name, as did the others, but he called himself a servant. ‘Perhaps.. He is a nameless soldier to them.’ Having seen one too many wars, she knew names of soldiers were left forgotten many times. Perhaps for Ascians, to free them of attachment they took away the name. “Is there something shorter I can call you?” She addressed the younger paragon.

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He listened with great interest as he followed Lahbrea, even when he paused as he’d stepped upon the bread crumbs now made smaller by the weight of boots. He and the lesser were always guided by their lord’s knowledge of the world. It helped them maneuver about to collect what they needed.

He focused on the broom in his master’s hands watching him sweep away the crumbs. This bristled stick must hold some power... he thought to himself. Then it was handed to him! He hesitated momentarily, shakily reaching out to touch it once to ensure it wasn’t some sort of soul stealing device before he took a hold of it with a tilt of his head.

He looked up to Lahabrea for but a moment then down to the crumbs littering the floor. He gave one sweep with an added flinch at the end before realizing nothing happened but the moving of the crumbs. Well this was easy.. and with a stride of confidence he began to sweep up the mess Lahabrea had made.

Yet when the question arose from Lisette of a shorter name, his shoulders slumped as he continued the task given to him. “As the lowest rank in our order we are not permitted names, only titles to differentiate to whom we serve.”

#RP #12fth Paragon #Lisette #Lahabrea

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Lisette’s body stilled. She listened to each word, to Lahabrea and his Paragon defend themselves. ‘You do not sow the seeds of chaos..?’ a mental scoff at the notion. While Lahabrea had changed in her household, there were centuries of existence she knew little of when it came to the choices he made - while she had not brought up such before. Finding another ascian being in her home was… well something.

‘Ordering me..?’

A steeled gaze focused on Lahabrea and his ‘pride’. Stepping up she placed her hands on her hips. The deep difference in their height was almost comical, the less than subtle agitation that glowed from her as he barked orders.

“Lahabrea. Vital mortal habits begin with a -please-.” Her tone was even, hollow - despite the glowing presence of anger. She was frighteningly still. “And the chaos your paragon has personally sown is resting beneath your feat. Clean it up.”

Walking past Lahabrea, she had in turn responded to his order - with a command of her own.. Or rather several. “Vital habits.. Paragon who will not even show himself. They also begin with greetings and manners. Introduce yourself properly - a name.”

Perhaps the lecture was a bit hypocritical considering the meeting Lahabrea and she had originally had - she had never told him her name, that was how she became his ‘Beasty’. “Secondly. If I am to make breakfast for your… paragon.” Lisette had already begun, while speaking she pulled upon an apron and began the ritual of making breakfast. Washing her hands, grabbing eggs meat and other ingredients to make a rather simple by mortal breakfasts - but she placed the importance of fresh and nutritious. The alluring aroma of seasonings, a drool worthy sizzle of bacon. Lahabrea favored sweet things, but she also knew he preferred things with strong tastes and layers of flavors, perhaps if this paragon was like the Ascian overlord, he was the same.

“Gloves off and wash your hands. I do not feel like having to do laundry for two Ascians.”

He’d watch the interactions between his master and this “beasty,” confused as to how his lord had been laid so low as to follow orders from her. Mayhaps she was stronger? Maybe even a fabled warrior of light? If that where the case, was he safe here?

Again with the accusations! While it was his master’s doing that crumbs littered the floors, she would dare accuse him again! Yet he thought twice about attacking in Lahabrea’s honor... the Elder paragon seemed to respect this creature. Oh this was certainly abhorring.

He’d almost been too delved into his own thoughts that he nearly missed the request for a name. Name? Did she mean his title? With the respect this little one commanded of Lahabrea and the fact that Lahabrea was respectful enough to not have ended her life sooner he decided, cautiously, to materialize though still hiding behind his master.

“I am a paragon of the twelfth circle, a servant to my master, Lord Lahabrea.”

He said it with much pride as if it was quite the honor to serve Lahabrea despite his mortal affliction.

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A Warning

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At first the ascian’s look turned to the au ra who was ominously descending the stairs. Ah yes, that twitch of the tail, the sign of pure irritation. Irritation. Stiffing completely quickly catching on why, the ascian’s eyes darted over the crumbs on the floor and as if it would make any difference, bit too late, he stepped over them additionally crushing and spreading them over. That was a sad attempt to ‘hide’ the crime.

“Beasty, this is…” Lahabrea began, only to turn around and find out the paragon had vanished back into the shadows, “gone.”

Shoulders slumping, lips pressing into a thin line of disapproval, he turned at the au ra and pointed to her with that same iron clad finger that caused the poor toast’s early end.

“You ought to quit frighting my paragons!” Lahabrea grumbled, “As surprising as it sounds, they still follow my orders.”

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Lisette’s expression grew more dulled by Lahabrea’s attempts to hide his crime. He could be rather childish in his naive way about mortal dwellings and the care that went into them. Though she was sure that was not all Lahabrea was hiding. Green eyes with a piercing stare followed where Lahabrea looked, she did not have the gentle appeal of most mortals or the harsh and oppressive presence others might had. The only thing that brought her from the investigation of her home was Lahabrea’s sudden shouting. “Perhaps Lahabrea, your paragons should not incite chaos if they do not wish to be fought.” | @asktheascian @twelfthparagon |

Despite the lesser ascian being unseen, he was still there and he’d made himself known the moment he began talking as he’d taken offense to this.. creatures words!

“I have done nothing to incur this beast’s meager insults!”

Ah.. the subtle hint of Lahabrea’s own personality were just one of many things he shared with the paragons of the twelfth. His mind was their mind, and their mind was meant to server under him, willing to take a deathly blow should it come to such.

Though the lesser being spoke aloud, he remained cautious, staying within the invisible spectrum but a slight breeze would alert the overlord that the paragon had shifted behind him, as though... hiding?

“Why does it accuse me of such, my lord?”

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#You're fine lissy!#The cute lil bean #is afraid of you #:>

Here is the little bean again in his Ascian regalia!

#Twelfth Paragon #Ascian

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Altima narrowed her eyes as the ascian told her what he had been needing to tell someone. “Nabriales? Did he?” She began, the only visible sign from her face was a pressing of lips. That news was not something she wished to hear. The fellow overlord was rash and took far too many risks. “Tell me all you know of this.”

She did not fear Nabriales. If she felt it was necessary to intervene, she would do so.

The paragon of the twefth simply shook his head. “I do not know much, my lady. Only that he wishes to see Lahabrea returned to our Lord’s circle.”

It was quite puzzling to have Nabriales so motivated into aiding Lahabrea.. after all the two had been at crosses for ages that have since past.

“I only know that he means to force him by any course necessary... I was threatened not to speak of this to my lord. I fear If Lord Nabriales were to hear that I have divulged even such minuscule talk as this that he would send Lord Loghrif as acting punishment...”

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The Paragon pressed her lips into a pout of sorts. “Ah yes… I had forgotten he too was a part of that affliction,” she conceded. “I do hope this isn’t going to be a test for all of us.”

Although the thought of others struggling with mortality did give her a sort of sick satisfaction, she did not wish to experience such a horror herself. However, she did not doubt the perseverance of the other overlords that had been beset with it. There was also a chance that Hydaelyn was behind this - that thought was not pleasant at all though.

“So aside from biting your nails, what have you done in Lahabrea’s absence?” She questioned daintily. Perhaps a bit too much so.

…What had he done in his lords absence? Too much of which he was uncertain of what to speak of first.

“Well I have visited him quite often to ensure he has not fallen to mortal illness. Ensured that he maintains his strength. I have also aided him should he have had a request. I -”

He paused, a timidness besetting him. It was an all too familiar sensation given who he had yet to speak of, and it was this particular type of timidness that was seen afflicting all lesser paragons who had the unfortunate run in with a certain over bearing and prideful Overlord.

@twelfthparagon Altima looked rather surprised at the overly nervous Paragon. Had she been in a more bitter state of mind she may have commented on him treating Lahabrea like a mortal child. Yet, in some things, he was just that. The connection between him and his overlord though, that much was concerning. She made note to give her paragons instructions if she were to ever be afflicted with such a terrible state. “Lahabrea will return to the fold in due time. Do continue to keep an eye on him.”

The paragon nodded. Of course. There was no doubt that Lahabrea would one day reascend to his high status among their kind... but a threat lingered still in the back of his mind. Mortals succumb to death and he feared that something may happen to his lord... Hit bit down hard before deciding it best to tell her.

“I.. encountered Lord Nabriales during his excursion with a peculiar host..”

This was alright, correct? Nabriales did say that if he’d revealed any details to his master that he’d send Overlord Loghrif to personally deal with him. Altima was not his master so perhaps it was okay to open up to her.

“I fear he may act aggressively to return Lord Lahabrea to us...”

#he worried #D:#Sweet lil Bean

A Warning

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Lahabrea pressed his lips into a thin line looming over the poor paragon with his imposing posture. The months spent among mortals had taught him some things, one of which was to see lesser beings as something more than expendable pawns… and this perception was now speaking to him rather loud and clear.

“Come.” he commanded after a prolonged quiet moment, gesturing to follow him indoors.

Once inside Lahabrea continued towards the kitchen. It was a cozy cottage, nothing extravagant, hints of doman roots spread over various paintings and decorations.

“You are likely to express a need if my peculiar condition had spread to you.”

Explaining this Lahabrea reached to take a toast in hand. “This” he began but as soon as he was to display the delcious crispy goodness his ironclad hand crushed it to pieces. Perhaps his hold was a bit too strong. “…”

Suddenly he wished Lisette would magically appear to aid in showing how breakfast works.

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Lisette had grown, in her own way, used to Lahabrea’s unusual visitors. Though today’s guest had the most strange appearance, it was frighteningly similar to Lahabrea himself. Familiar or not, she watched from the top of the stairs - the display of might upon a fragile slice of toast.

Her tail twitched violently with the semi burned dusty crumbs covering her floor. ‘He is going to destroy the kitchen again…’

Rising she descend down the stairs, a plain expression and a familiar twitching tail tip. A warning sign to those who knew her well.

“What mess are you making now?”

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He’d followed his master; as he’d done many times before, however he’d never really gone inside the home. He was always content watching from outside to ensure Lahabrea was alright and the thing he lived with wasn’t trying to kill him.

The inside of the abode was comfy? Was that the word he was thinking of? Perhaps he was being treated with the respect he’d always deserved. To further that respect he held for him, he continued to follow him in silence until they were in the kitchen.

Curious objects all about of which he’d known of but never really been interested enough to notice. His lord addressed him and he made to speak.

“My lord, I... do not think I require s-”

Crunch. The toast had been reduced to crumbs littering the floor and he simply stood their in silence and hand paused in its raised stance as a simple gesture of polite rejection of the food product.

Then the sudden sensation of agitation, it was coming form outside the kitchen. Out of sheer panic - an emotion newly felt due to his connection to a mortal master, caused him to suddenly disappear into the shadows. Though he lingered, hiding himself due to the sudden appearance of the creature Lahabrea found himself in the company of.

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#Lissy look what you did #You scared him #D:

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@asktheascian you think Lissy will try to question who the mother is?

For those not aware; I started a new ascian blog for a paragon of the twelfth. @twelfthparagon

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[[Who is this adorable child D<!]]

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Hesitates.

“A-ah … My lord… she is… staring at me.”

“If you don’t move, she may not claw or bite you.” Lahabrea noted.

“Beasty, this is one of my paragons.” the former ascian continued, adding an evident note of pride upon declaring that. “His loyalty still remains - a fact which surprises me.”

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“You make me sound like a wild-ling.” Lisette’s tail twitched slightly, a less than pleased look focused upon the paragon.

“Does he need feeding and shelter as well…?”

He listens very carefully to Lahabrea’s warning.. ensuring to stay perfectly still.. not even breathing, thankful that his mask covers his facial features.

#hi it is 4:30 in the morning #:>

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@asktheascian you think Lissy will try to question who the mother is?

For those not aware; I started a new ascian blog for a paragon of the twelfth. @twelfthparagon

[[ @castingdebauchery will need to meet this precious bean! ]]

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[[Who is this adorable child D<!]]

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Hesitates.

“A-ah ... My lord... she is... staring at me.”

#He is the most precious little adorable bean in the universe #treat him with extra care

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The Paragon pressed her lips into a pout of sorts. “Ah yes… I had forgotten he too was a part of that affliction,” she conceded. “I do hope this isn’t going to be a test for all of us.”

Although the thought of others struggling with mortality did give her a sort of sick satisfaction, she did not wish to experience such a horror herself. However, she did not doubt the perseverance of the other overlords that had been beset with it. There was also a chance that Hydaelyn was behind this - that thought was not pleasant at all though.

“So aside from biting your nails, what have you done in Lahabrea’s absence?” She questioned daintily. Perhaps a bit too much so.

...What had he done in his lords absence? Too much of which he was uncertain of what to speak of first.

“Well I have visited him quite often to ensure he has not fallen to mortal illness. Ensured that he maintains his strength. I have also aided him should he have had a request. I -”

He paused, a timidness besetting him. It was an all too familiar sensation given who he had yet to speak of, and it was this particular type of timidness that was seen afflicting all lesser paragons who had the unfortunate run in with a certain over bearing and prideful Overlord.

#We should just call it #The Nab Feels #:3c

From seemingly nowhere, Altima places a hand upon the Paragon's shoulder. "Is something amiss?" With the nervousness practically radiating from him, it certainly seemed to be the case.

The presence of Altima nearly caused him to jump as the hand was laid upon his shoulder. It was uncommon for a lesser paragon, tied to the will of an Overlord to be so… skittish. But given who the 12th run paragons belonged to it was no surprise.

“Ah, Lady Altima I-,” the lesser creature paused trying to decide how best to portray his concerns. The pause noting yet another of the many flaws mortals were capable of.

“I am unsure how to best aid my master. I have not dwelt among the mortal kind much as he has as of late.”

Altima tilted her head. How very curious. “You’d do well to remember that all of this is assuredly a part of the plan. Lord Zodiark won’t lead us astray,” she said, stating such with confidence. Of course, she didn’t think their great deity would do such to her without reason. “Whatever it may be, Lahabrea will rise to the occassion.”

Comforting another was almost foreign to Altima now, yet she awkwardly attempted such. “Besides, Elidibus is assuredly helping?”

It was also a foreign concept to him to be comforted yet for some unexplained reason he felt at ease with her words. “Yes, I too feel he will return when he is needed once again.”

Then she’d mention Elidibus. He knew as well that the Emissary had fallen to mortal complications, however he was not bound to him like Unukalhai was.

“I fear the Emissary is of no use given that he and Lord Lahabrea have fallen to the same affliction...”

From seemingly nowhere, Altima places a hand upon the Paragon's shoulder. "Is something amiss?" With the nervousness practically radiating from him, it certainly seemed to be the case.

The presence of Altima nearly caused him to jump as the hand was laid upon his shoulder. It was uncommon for a lesser paragon, tied to the will of an Overlord to be so... skittish. But given who the 12th run paragons belonged to it was no surprise.

“Ah, Lady Altima I-,” the lesser creature paused trying to decide how best to portray his concerns. The pause noting yet another of the many flaws mortals were capable of.

“I am unsure how to best aid my master. I have not dwelt among the mortal kind much as he has as of late.”

A Warning

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Caught off guard was one way to describe Lahabrea at that very moment. His mouth hung open at the sudden concern from the paragon but this shock last for only a short moment before he grumbled in response.

“Of course I eat, you fool!” Lahabrea clenched a fist, “I would be gone had I not embraced most of the mortal trivialities.”

And now it dawned upon him. Do his paragon here needed to eat? Had they lost powers alongside him when his immortality was taken?

Lahabrea squint his eyes, stepping forth until his still imposing figure loomed above the paragon like a predator about to destroy his prey.

“Do you?” he suddenly asked, carefully so. “Need to eat.” he added at the end.

Was there a note of concern in the overlord’s tone? A light one, yes but certainly something unheard of until now. After all, paragons were easily replaced.

Yes, yes of course his master had been eating. He’d only been mortal for quite a long time. How stupid he felt. But still the unease lingered given that the topic he’d just blurted out was no the one he had come to speak of.

Then his lord approached him with an almost silent gate and the lesser paragon of the twelfth seemed to shrivel in his overbearing presence. He could feel his gaze pushing down upon him until he asked a question.

Do you?

In the moment he went over so many possible finishing of the question. Want to die? was one of the top choices he’d mulled over in his head. But then the true conclusion came to light. And was that.. a small hunt of concern? Despite having visited on several occasions he still was not used his masters acquired mortal emotions.

“I do not think so?” Maybe he did? Yet again maybe not.. His lord had been mortal for some time now and he had not felt the pang of hunger.

#Give him food #Demand he eat it #:3c

A Warning

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Lahabrea fixed a good stern look for the moment. While normally this could not be seen underneath the mask, it was something the poor paragon could very much feel. Was he judging him? It appeared so. But despite that, there was no rising tone of anger - quite the opposite.

The longer Lahabrea caught the nervous exterior of the paragon, the more he eased. Almost to a point his emotions could hardly be caught.

‘I’m still in power? Had Zodiark not assigned someone to my place…?’ Lahabrea wondered, but seeing the paragon approach him, perhaps they were still all tied to him in this realm and his power although dimmed was not completely gone.

“Do tell. I’m listening.” the former overlord spoke, gesturing at the nervous paragon to go on.

He knew what he’d come here to tell him. To warn him. But the threat of having to answer to Loghrif was undeniably worth enough to fear. Yet then again this was Lahabrea it concerned. But Loghrif was definitely an overlord worth fearing. No! Lahabrea’s well being was his top priority. Only his master mattered. He would do anything for the higher ranked Ascian, even if it meant he would die to prepare his master with vital information! It must be spoken!

“You must eat something! Mortals are required to eat three times a day, if not more! You must keep your strength should the day come you are to rejoin our lord’s company!”

Fantastic... Congratulations, you failed your mission.

#Such a nervous lil bean

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