Eagleheart talks with a sword wtf

Eagleheart sits atop the volcano for a while, meditating. There are a few crops growing around him -- After all, someone planted it there, and he wasn't going to remove it by himself. It wasn't right.

But nevertheless, he needed some time for himself. He had been needing for a while, and now there was nothing stopping him. Freed from the responsibilities that he took on Huangzhou, the man could truly release himself from the world...

And meditate. Small pebbles moved around him, as there was just a link that he missed a long while ago. A single thing that he needed to understand more of everyday, was the relationship that he had with his own star...

... And more than that, if it approved of what he was doing. Filled with self-doubt, there was only one way of solving this, only one way of knowing whether or not he should continue or give up.

A faint stream of cosmic energy is established between them both.
(Angelo Sanguinis)
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It, for sure, felt weird for the blind man. He was used to being there, but not by the sheer feeling of being exiled -- It still carried some weight to his conscience, and it was what he aimed to do. However, once the connection to the patron star is made, he decides to finally come back to an old habit of his.

Talking with it. "Hey there. It's been a while, hasn't it? And you never left me behind. No matter what, you were always there for me."

He knew, deep down, he wasn't heard or seen by anything, but still, maintained himself stalwart in continuing this. After all, it helped him back when he was younger. The star, burning bright above all others, or at least the single thing he always felt his soul connected to.

The only thing that he could, actually, see.

"And I never felt truly grateful for it. I mean it. I tried to harness your pwer, but... I never felt like I was returning much. Well, and I didn't return much." A sigh, before he shakes his head from side to side.

Yet, hands clasp together, tightly. "What I come here is to ask for assistance. I know, out there, there is someone listening. I know, out there, there is someone seeing. Please."

"I need strength. I'm pretty sure I bit more than I could chew. I need... Something to manage to get through this all." And then, he simply waited. He knew that if he was going to get any, it was most likely something that he wouldn't be able to see...

But inside him, hope burned. Hope that one day, he'd be able to make things right. Hope that, one day, he'd be able to finally lie down and rest, unconcerned with how the world would go along without his presence. He would finally be able to retire. Find a nice house, live a happy life -- Alone, but still happy--, and die in peace with himself.

For it was the way Kraus intended for it to be. He takes out the rusty sword, putting it in front of him as a prayer is murmured, taken directly from the pages of the Book of Kraus. His own cosmic essence moves closer to the sword, enveloping it, and mixing along.

It was used by a potent cosmic magi in the past. Perhaps he could see to repurpose it, but for now, he only considered it as a mean to get... A little bit of power borrowed from someone who wasn't going to use it again.
(Angelo Sanguinis)
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In a while, the sword was slightly moved. Its rust was still there, covering its surface, yes -- But the gleaming was slightly stronger before, shining with the moving cosmic energies of the Order magi. After all, it was all coming through him. The energy flowed from him, through him, and henceforth flowed onwards, onto the stars delivered directly by him.

It wasn't odd that it was growing slightly more glowing, but it was odd indeed that it wasn't turning that much. The rust seemingly not removed, but in fact, the situation itself came to give him something to meditate on. Having the bastard sword in his hands, the man's gauntlet is removed, wiping it with a tissue.

"You're gonna keep along with me, won't you, pal?" He said, slowly moving his hand as to wipe the material of whatever it was, now long turned into rust. After all, he had been keeping a long collection of weapons for a while. And this one... Well, it wasn't fit for using in battle.

But the way that it glowed in the starlight was, in fact, something that he thought to be related to him. Perhaps something good, something bad... But he for sure knew that he was meant to have this, since the beginning. It was almost fate.

"Yeah, you will.", He spoke, finishing the wiping of the sword. Coating it in a soft coat of cosmic magic, Eagleheart stored it again -- He had to see a blacksmith to solve it, and for the day...

His pleads for strength and the vow of renewing fate should be enough.
(Angelo Sanguinis)
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