"No, she's going back to Egypt. She's a healer, so she can't stay... And the nature of this mission, if there were two of us, there would be way too much suspicion..." he sighed, "Just keep it in the bag it's already in. You don't need to take it out. She made that herself so don't you dare take it for granted. It's not something to waste," Nomti warned, "And being a healer, she probably made it so that it could be very very beneficial to whoever eats it, if they're wounded."
"Now, about this mission. Further north, in a more plains-like area, there's a single mountain. In this mountain, refugees from Egypt who worshipped Set, the god of all things evil, have reconstructed a siphon for him to reenter the world after his demise at the hands of Ra and Anubis. We need to go and kill all of them, and figure out how to stop this siphon."
"Now, about this mission. Further north, in a more plains-like area, there's a single mountain. In this mountain, refugees from Egypt who worshipped Set, the god of all things evil, have reconstructed a siphon for him to reenter the world after his demise at the hands of Ra and Anubis. We need to go and kill all of them, and figure out how to stop this siphon."
"Healing bread... I've never really heard of such a thing. We never really had anyone that used or practiced magic back in that village. Back in that whole area, actually. Probably would have learnt more of that stuff if I had the chance," Daedrin slings the bag of bread over his shoulder.
"Well, what are we waiting for then? Let's go kill some evil Set worshipers," With that statement, Daedrin started walking North, slowly, though, so Nomti could lead the way. "What's it like back when you're from, then? I heard something about sand."
(Read that wrong, thought the bread had no bag.)
"Well, what are we waiting for then? Let's go kill some evil Set worshipers," With that statement, Daedrin started walking North, slowly, though, so Nomti could lead the way. "What's it like back when you're from, then? I heard something about sand."
(Read that wrong, thought the bread had no bag.)
(It's okay )
"You've never heard of Egypt? Or any of the desert countries?" he asked, "Well... The sand stretches for thousands of miles. The days are always warm and the nights are always cool. The desert holds many secrets and treasures, from gold to temples, even something like love," he smirked and blushed at the same time, "And mind you, that is very hard for someone who ages only one year for every ten they live. Makes it very hard to catch up to whoever the target of your affections is."
"You've never heard of Egypt? Or any of the desert countries?" he asked, "Well... The sand stretches for thousands of miles. The days are always warm and the nights are always cool. The desert holds many secrets and treasures, from gold to temples, even something like love," he smirked and blushed at the same time, "And mind you, that is very hard for someone who ages only one year for every ten they live. Makes it very hard to catch up to whoever the target of your affections is."
"No, never heard of... uh, Egypt, was it? Talk about hard-to-pronounce. Wait, you seriously have that long a lifespan? Makes us seem insignificant when you think about it. Well, not really, some sorcerers do have pretty long life spans as well," Daedrin looks at you in a different light now. He sees someone with years more experience than he thought Nomti originally had. He shakes this thought away and instead focuses on this subject instead.
"So, who's the 'target of your affections' then?" Daedrin asks, as if meaning to get on your nerves, although he isn't quite sure it would work.
"So, who's the 'target of your affections' then?" Daedrin asks, as if meaning to get on your nerves, although he isn't quite sure it would work.
"We only live 1000 years but we stop aging at 30 physically, in human years. I'm 175 right now," he explained and then his eyes grew a soft look, "A priestess named Akai. Fortunately she's only 10 years younger, so we're not far off. I love her more than anything. We are, what you might call, an item," he smiled.
"Not really, I wouldn't call you an item. You're more than a stationary object, but that's just me I guess.," Daedrin took a deep breath and took in his surroundings. The hike wasn't getting to him yet, but he was still a little out of breath due to the training, but he would live. "So, I guess now is a good time to say, I have more than these great fighting skills you've witnessed. As I said before, I know a little magic. Much like Eshe in the fact that I specialize and am more talented in healing than any other magic. Even I heal faster than any normal human being. Just thought I may as well tell you this since we're on this dangerous mission and all," Daedrin looks around again, just to get the feel of the environment now. He's never really traveled past the village, but he's never traveled with an Anubite who can summon swords from the ground, either. So there's a first for everything, Daedrin thought to himself.
Nomti furrowed his brow, "I mean we're a couple," he grumbled, "So shut up..." he said then listened to what Daedrin had to say about his healing abilities with an ear pricked forwards, "Oh? Well that's convenient... For you anyways. Either I live or I die. There's no such thing as injury for me," he said indifferently.
"Wow, that's... Harsh. I take it that's why you be the best fighter you can be, though. So not even Eshe can heal a 'wound' that either you or she has taken? Guess we are lucky in a way, when you put it like that," Daedrin walked along in silence, unsure of what to say next. Daedrin quickly shoved his bangs out of his eyes and sighed.
"No, the priestesses are more mortal than we anubites. They need to eat and drink and they can be hurt and killed as easily as any human. It's why they don't fight," he explained.
"So you can't be hurt then killed like any human. You can only be alive, or die? That's a bit weird," Daedrin stopped talking for a while, then piped up and asked, "Hey, are there any villages or anything else along the way to our destination?"
"Nope. You can hit me all you want with your sword, I'll just get tired, maybe bruised, but I can't get cut and my bones can't be broken by the weapon of a mortal. A mortal could kill me by stabbing my through the heart or cuttin off my head... But I can't die of blood loss. I also don't need to eat, so I can't die of starvation or thirst, though I can eat and drink for a little boost. Food is pretty good, but my main sustenance is fear. Anubites feed off of fear," he explained even further.
"That's... Great," Daedrin says with slight hesitation. How is it that all these things can feed off of emotion but himself? Daedrin thought, He barely knew any human being who didn't feed off of fear where he's from. "So, what kind of weapon could do you in, being an Anubite, and all? Since you said you can't be cut by a mortal weapon, then they can't kill you by stabbing you or cutting your head off with a mortal weapon, right?"
"Any kind of weapon. Unfortunately I'm not impervious everywhere. My knock and the spot on my chest are vulnerable to human weapons, but weapons like my own..." he grabbed a sickle an pressed the curved blade into his opposite hand. Crimson blood almost immediately began to run down the curve and soak his fur. He also grimaced, but held the blade there for a few seconds, "I also feel pain. A sword may not actually wound me, but I can still feel the edge of the blade or the blow of a mace... There's a lot of ups and downs to being what I am."
"There are ups and downs with all of us, I think that's just a part of being. So that means you can be healed when it comes to minor wounds, it's just they don't hinder your ability to fight as much as it does for a human," He watched Nomti as he cut himself to show Daedrin his point.
"What's with your weapons, then? I've never seen a farming tool used for combat in the way that you use them."
"What's with your weapons, then? I've never seen a farming tool used for combat in the way that you use them."
"Different metal and different balance makes for an entirely different purpose altogether. They're fast and sharp and a great way to hook onto and pull things," he said.
(I'm confused now, are the characters nearing their destination, are we going to timeskip, or is conversation just slowing down?)
(I feel like conversation is kinda just slowing down. We could do a time skip if you'd like though)
(Well, if the conversation is slowing down, I thought something would have happened. Don't mind the time skip though.)
Daedrin was beginning to tire after all the walking and finally began to wonder how close they were. "You never really said how long this hike would be, Nomti. I was wondering if it's a day's walk or longer. Do you mind shedding some light on the subject?" Daedrin walked for a couple more minutes then stopped in his tracks. He pulled out a large-ish flask full of water and drank from it. He finished it in a couple seconds because he had been drinking some of it through the whole journey so far.
"Our actual objective is about a week away. But we'll have plenty of trouble getting there," he said. It was about six hours since they had started the trek and the only other living thing they had seen was a fox, "I think the next village is a day from here..." he mused, "We'll set up a small camp once the sun starts to set."
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