From the Ashes... A new king's day?

[Shukuen]

OOC: Fun times with jet lag. ;x

IC: He brought it on himself. Really, he did. But the man's fanatical preaching did offer distraction from... less inspiring topics.

"Why did they gather?" asked Leets, feeling the need to clarify the stranger's ramblings, while watching the ratty looking book being waved around.

[Dracos]

"Naw...just heard you talking about the tower and wanted to put in my two cents.  Sealing the tower should push the darkness back temporarily at least."

Dracos

[Dracos]

The man's bushy eyebrows drew up, as if stunned by the question.

"They were drawn, boy.  Drawn by the strings of fate, the pull of destiny!  Upon that table sat the way of heaven and the dictates of of the legendary Um-M laid down upon them!"

Dracos

[Shukuen]

Leets blinked once-then twice-and wondered what drove him to listen in. "The legendary... Uhm Em?" he repeated phonetically, trying to place the term. Not a gamer by trade (having spent the majority of his previous life on the move), he could have sworn overhearing other people on his world mention these tabletop games were run by Gee-Ems or Dee-Ems.

[Dracos]

The man leaned forward and in a conspiratorial voice whispered, "It is verbotten to speak the name, young one.  In public the creator is only known as Um-M!"

Dracos

[Merc]

Felix nods at the explanation. "How much for these then?" he asks the young shopkeeper, waiting for the price before he checks how much money he has available. Curse old age and its ability to deprive him of something so important.

[Shukuen]

"I see..." murmured Leets, "so, when they gathered, just what did they exactly do?"

[Dracos]

The young woman quoted Felix a reasonable price and one he found within his means to afford.

Dracos

[Dracos]

The man looked seriously at Leets. "They looked deep into our hearts.  Our beings.  Our very souls...  and found them lacking!  They tossed them all down upon this accursed trash can!"

Dracos

[Shukuen]

Leets looked rather dubious at that surprise twist. "Let me guess, the secret to atonement is in that Player's Guide?" he asked blandly, recognizing the usual fire and brimstone speech.

[Dracos]

"NOT ATONEMENT!  SURVIVAL!  INTEREST!  EXCITING SIDEQUESTS!" THe man screeched loudly.

Dracos

[Shukuen]

Leets stumbled back a step from the screeching, his hands instinctively raised in defense even as he mentally clicked to stealth. It wouldn't hide him from the man, but it would at least keep anyone passing by from staring. "All right, I get it! I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions!" he responded, trying to calm the preacher down. "So what are these exciting sidequests?"

[Dracos]

The older man's eyes were wild, streaked with madness one might say, as he peered into the young Leets soul.  Or counted the hairs upon his chin.  "No...No, No, No...  You are not ready.  Not ready to accept it."  He held the book tightly, hugging it against his grimy body, the ragged text protected by his scrabbly arms.  "You must accept!  Accept that you are god's unwanted!  That you are the tossed wreckage of the dreamers!"

Dracos

[Dracos]

Felix noticed Jan waiting for him outside, Yomi's familiar tones audible to him.

Dracos

[Shukuen]

"Accept that I'm nothing more then trash...?" Leets repeated tonelessly, a feeling of resentment bubbling deep inside. Involuntarily, he thought back to Origin's words and the startling revelations within them.

"I'm already a dream... I carry a sword of dreams... This world is a mishmash of dreams from entities beyond-our-understanding! You might be a dream too!" he retorted, jabbing his finger up to the preacher's chest, as a memory of Fizban rose up, along with the reminder of who they had lost. "I can accept that none of this is real, but I refuse to accept that we are here without a purpose!"