☠ Time Stamp ☠
☠ He wasn't sure what to make of her words but the pain he felt embracing his entire being was alarming. His golden eyes flared wide as he felt the burning sensation fill his being, a searing pain coursing through every part of his flesh as she spoke. He looked to her as her words filled his ears, a scream trying to escape his lips but nothing could leave it. He watched as she took hold of his wispy companion by her neck. Black smoke poured down her throat as he felt something stir in his very soul.
His blood was cursed? It came from Lyrielle tu Kovash Elmari? Her inheritance? Just who was this supposed ancestor of his and just was in the gods was she doing to him? When she released him, he felt a change taking place within him, a flood of aether washing over him, no drowning him in this feeling of an unbearable weight. He fell to his knees as he fought against it, but to no avail. He was enraptured by this and soon found his consciousness fading to black, her final words echoed with him as it was all getting dark. "We grant you the name Læbirius tu Anai, so that those who look upon your soul will know your origins. May the harsh realities of this world shape you as they did me."
Those words echoed as he flowed away, and out of his dream.
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Within the estate of Maelor, a scream had awoken the lord and lady of the house. Both came to find a servant distraught and frightened standing outside of the room for Laebirius. Under the door black smoke, smoke with emerald green currents radiating through them billowed from beneath the ornate door. Maelor looked concerned and pushing past some of the guards he entered the room, his eyes widening at the sight before him.
The source of the weird smoke was none other than Laebirius, the same smoke billowing from every orifice on the young man as he floated a foot or two above his bed. He was speaking in a tone that echoed with his, a woman's voice accompanying his own as he mirrored the final words spoken to him by that woman. "We grant you the name Læbirius tu Anai, so that those who look upon your soul will know your origins. May the harsh realities of this world shape you as they did me." he repeated this over and over until the female voice overshadowed his own, the smoke getting thicker and thicker as Maelor approached.
Once he reached the bed, the moment he laid his hands on the young mage Laebirius fell back onto the bed. The smoke stopping, haggard breaths escaping his lips as he was covered in sweat. Maelor called for his healers, worried that this was some form of a curse, but more concerned about the words his son spoke. ☠
"Common Speech"
"Vastian Speech"
"Vallenor Speech"
"Self-Thoughts"
