For a moment, nothing happened. There was stillness. The drop of blood rest there on the diamond, neither moving nor anything miraculous happening…except for the fact that the drop did not move. It beaded on the surface of the diamond until finally, like passing through the surface of water, it dripped into the diamond and began to color it. Soon, Franky was staring at a blood red jewel. It was filled to the brim with Franky’s blood.
That was when the agony started. Franky’s hand spasmed as his skin began to sear with blistering pain. The very same pain that had burned him all those years ago. It coiled up from the ring and wound its way down to his bones, sizzling into his muscles and burrowing into his every nerve. Try as he might, any attempt to yank the ring off would fail. It was stuck to his finger. The twisting agony would be enough to drop Franky to his knees and leave him writhing on the ground in blinding pain. It reached his core, cutting through him as it bubbled into his lungs, sliced into his heart and finally spread outward to the rest of his body.
The fiery pain continued to grow worse as convulsions overtook Franky’s body. The experience went on, the sound of bones grinding and the sensation every part of him being seared away was all there was for what must have only been an eternity but in reality, was no more than a minute.
And then it was over.
The pain slowly faded, becoming nothing but a memory in the span of a breath.
A breath that was clear and deep. A breath that did not rattle. A breath that did not ache. A breath…that felt as if Franky was truly breathing for the first time in ages. Slowly, as he was able to gather his senses Franky could look up into the mirror and staring back at him was not the tired, withered old man wounded by the wars he had fought for his country.
Staring back at Franky was Frankorg the Scarlet Knife of Risea in all of his youthful glory.
The scarlet jewel of the ring shimmered softly, swirling with the blood it had been gifted.
R E W A R D S
Name: Franky
XP: 15
Requested Lore:
Tactics: Documenting one's plans
Tactics: Planning in isolation
Tactics: Recognizing where your attention is most needed
Tactics: Mentally preparing to sacrifice everything
Resistance: Kalzasi Sake
Resistance: Reliving the pain of his battle wounds
Detection: Kalzasi Sake on Ice
Detection: The architecture of Talon's prison
Detection: The sunlight coming through the windows of Talon's prison
Etiquette: Expressing dissatisfaction to Malgar for lack of etiquette
Note(s): Franky now carries a cup gifted to him by the Suffering Man. His instructions are simple, get Talon to drink wine from the cup. Perform this feat and he will be rewarded by being reunited with the love he lost.
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