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65th of Ashan, 719, ~13:00 - Continued from here

And so, they'd managed to separate the male Ithecal from the females. With a whole village to choose from, they had the time to carefully examine the bodies for the genetics that best suit them. One by one, the Wyvarnth sorted through the tallest and strongest looking of all three species, then gathered them and checked them for faults or genetic traits that they found unappealing.

They managed to learn quite a bit more on the anatomy of ithecal as they searched and sorted through them, like how the Paltharnum and Thiussum had claws, though the Paltharnum had the sharpest ones on their feet, which would make good from gripping the ground at high speeds. The Thiussum were the tallest and had webbed wingers, which would make them ideal swimmers. Neither of them likely had the dexterity they would need for every-trial life, though. There was always borrowing, but repeating the process over and over would be exhausting. Perhaps there was a way?

First, they would need totems of all three sub-species. So, with their embersteel war ax in hand, they got to work. With the point of the ax, they worked to pry one of the larger back teeth from all the specimen they had collected. After each successful removal, they placed the long, sharp piece bone on the chests of their respective donors.

Next, Fridgar went to search through the rubble again. Within, they found two large clumps of debris, broken wall segments, and a mostly-intact door. Placing all three of them on the sand, they managed to form a sort-of makeshift table. they placed all their remaining totems on the table; the five of them. There was the Stekir figurine, Magekir. The Llewnos figurine, Majad. The Trachadon figurine, Boomer. The Solghannon, Terrance, and finally, Aeon, their Sohr Khal.

That was all that was left of them. They'd lost four this season alone. It was all just rotten luck, they knew. But how could things have gone so badly so quickly? They left their totems there, then returned to the ithecal corpses and collected their teeth and laid them out on the surface of the door. They put them in the order from smallest to biggest: Wyvarnth, Paltharnum, Thiussum. Once that was sorted, they returned to the table and severed the arms from the elbow-down on all three of the men before they brought them over. they placed each respective severed limb upon the table below the teeth they had collected.

They still dripped with the fresh blood of their foes, which was opportune for them. They took the ax again and began to flay the arms of their skin. Until they had long, bloodied strips of scales of each respective species. After some digging around in their domain bag, they found various jars for products that they had long since used or expired and set them out on the table before ringing out the meaty limbs into their own separate jars and filled them with an adequate amount of blood. The final step was to leave the strips of scales to marinate in the jars for a little while, to let them soak up the blood. So, they summoned Terrance as a totem Guardian and left him at their makeshift work area while they explored.

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Despite how little work they'd done on their new totems, already they were feeling overwhelmed. The ithecal wandered through the ruins of Byblos while the scales marinated in the blood of the respective ithecal species. It had been some time since they've made a new totem, even longer since they'd made one themselves. Alistair was always there to make them little trinkets with corpse molding, a skill that always left Fridgar in awe, for it always produced the nicest totems.

Perhaps letting their mind wander while they walked hadn't been the best idea, for keeping busy seemed to be the only way they could truly forget about Fridgar, Orson and Bruce. They thought back to the beach outside Etzos, where Fridgar had swum out to sea with the intent of finding a fish to become. He cut his palms open to attract predators, but he hadn't expected to be challenged by a specimen like Bruce, a great white shark. His jaw strength along nearly broke every rib in Fridgar's body, and if not for his accuracy with their fists and Moon's spear, they might have been slain by him.

The ithecal smiled to themselves while they recalled the near-death experience of one of their totems. Fridgar certainly had a way with recklessness.

Their next thought was of Orson, who was a loving and docile creature. In life, Fridgar and Alistair had discovered him wounded and roaring in pain. Fridgar had pleaded Alistair to fix him, and his kindal wrapped the stump of his front leg so nicely. After that, the pair tracked down the trail of the bear's blood scent and found the paw thieves. Two swordsmen, one legendary with a blade and the other a plebian. Fridgar had nearly died there again, bringing honor to the wounded bear. After that, they reclaimed the bear's paw and made it a totem, and Alistair kept the swordsman's sword.

The Ithecal frowned then, as they recalled that Orson was the form that they'd rescued Bellator in, the form that Bellator first associated as his father, his guardian, and savior. Now though, they had no biological ties to Bjorn, but did that even matter?

The Protean knew that the self was not defined by the body, that anyone could take any shape and be the same person inside... But was that true? Now they were talking of Fridgar, Orson, and Bruce as if they were strangers, distant and cold.

The ithecal came to sit on a piece of the broken village while they thought. They still had all those memories, they knew all their emotions as Fridgar and all their struggles, their desires, but was that still them? Or was it just the echo of a life now gone? Was Fridgar even their name anymore? They looked to the blue sky again amidst the rubble and stared with their deep red eyes. "Varthakh..." They said aloud, the name of the chieftain of Byblos. He was the Thiussum that had orchestrated Fridgar's death, the man that had cost them everything.

He was dead now, feeding the grass, but his name remained carved into their mind, burned into their eyelids. Perhaps it was time to change their name? Thinking of Fridgar only recovered a sense of longing, it brought their grief to the surface. If ever they met Alistair, Dosan, and Kaelrik again, they would have to make sure that they knew their new name. But what was their new name?

They looked to the sun, then lifted to their feet and made their way through the ruins and returned to their table.

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Once they returned to the table, they prepared their clamp and adjusted it appropriately to hold all three of the teeth with the roots pointed upward. next, they sorted through their carpenter drill bits for the smallest pieces and adjusted appropriately before they began to bore holes deep through the roots of the large teeth. From experience, they knew to remain careful, lest they break the tooth. If they went too fast, they would surely shatter the enamel. Once all three were done, they removed the strips of scales from the jars and set them to dry on the table, organized in a way that would keep them from mixing.

While the skins dried with their soaked blood, Fridgar took the contents of the jars and quite carefully poured them into their respective teeth, one at a time. All that was left to do then was to let them dry, so they looked to the ocean, then dismissed their runes of strength and speed, but they kept the rune of sight. All the unspent ether returned to their spark and restored their reserves. They gently ran their clawless hands along Terrance's head and pet him gently. The giant crocodile hissed pleasantly, and they smiled in return.

"I don't know what to do, Terrance," they said as they lowered their tail end to sit on the massive crocodile's back. Their weight was almost nothing to the thirty-foot crocodile, they knew. The Solghannon was quiet and said nothing in return. The Ithecal lowered their crimson eyes to the sand. "It's not the same without them," they said. "I'm... I'm lost, Terrance," they said as they began to tremble. "I just don't know... I don't know where I am, who I am. Everything felt like it was a dream; like those memories aren't mine. But I know they are," their eyes began to water again, and they shook softly against the thick hide of the Solghannon.

The beast remained quiet while the protean wept. "I don't want it to be a dream," they managed to choke through the haze of their tears as they streamed on either side of their long maw. "I don't want to forget him, I don't want him to die..." They lifted their clawless, rune-covered hand to their head and pressed lightly on their scalp. "...Not in here," they took a shaky draw of breath and blinked quickly while they wiped their eyes.

They chuckled then and shook their head. "Can you believe what I'm saying?" they left no room for Terrance to respond and spoke just a trill afterward. "He would never have been such a little bitch about this... He's really gone, Terrance..." With that, they dismissed the totem guardian and took it to the table, where they placed him with the others. They were all still quiet and hadn't said a word since that morning. Each of them had to grieve for the loss to their family, but doing so in silence didn't feel healthy.

Regardless of the issues that the collective faced, they had to finish their newest additions. So, they took the dried strips of scales and applied a small amount of their glue to the surface of their teeth and wrapped the surface tightly. Once it was done, they placed all the totems on the table in order and crossed their legs. There, they began to meditate on the Thiussum totem, channeling their ether through it in an effort to dedicate it to their broken spark.

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Re: [Byblos, Kephallonia, Helice] The emperor's new clothes

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Fridgar


Knowledges

Psychology: Feeling like you're somebody else.
Psychology: Becoming distant through grief.
Psychology: The impact of losing your totems.
Scultping: Boring through bone
Leatherworking: Treating scales in blood
Leatherworking: Drying out strips of scales to make a leather-like material.

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Ithecal: Males have shorter, broader snouts and darker colored scales.
Ithecal: Females have longer, narrower snouts and brighter scales.
Ithecal: Paltharnum: The second biggest subspecies.
Ithecal: Paltharnum: Sharp feet claws
Ithecal: Paltharnum: Thick hide
Ithecal: Thiussum: Webbed fingers
Ithecal: Thiussum: Strong jaws
Ithecal: Thiussum: Has claws, but not as sharp as paltharnum

Loot: +1 Male Wyvarnth totem, +1 Male Paltharnum totem, +1 Male Thiussum totem
Injuries: N/A
Renown: N/A

Points 10

Comments: Emperor*


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