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 Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 8:11 pm
While caring for her tree, after sampling five memories of Other Emery, Emery received the blessing of The Gentle.
Achievement completed: The Gentle
Link to blessing: 1 2 3 4 5
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 9:55 am
After venturing back and forth to the lake and her tree, Emery finally helped her sapling grow into a full, beautiful tree, with gleaming lights all around it. For her trouble, she is Blessed.
Main Blessing obtained: Blessing of the Sheath
Zone obtained: Zone 5: The White Lake
Link to blessing: LINK HERE
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 10:03 am
[color=white]Duke of Donut This is what it had all been building up to. The purpose she couldn't recall was suddenly stunningly clear. She had to help. Whatever it took, they would save the world. Even at the cost of her own life, her own essence, her own memories. Emery gave them freely.
 “Ready for your first hunt, pup?” “Yeah!” “Good, good. Remember, now. This is between you an’ me. Don’t tell your cousins.” “I won’t.”She dragged Jesse back by herself; the adults were gone for the day, and Jesse couldn’t walk on her own. She had to be in charge. This was part of being in charge. “Listen, Em. What you did… You did for the pack. You did it for us. That makes you strong. Not losing, especially not to a wolf twice your size and twice your age.” “Yeah. Okay.” “You’ll get stronger, kid. Just you wait.”The melody of music floated around her as she worked, tweaking the songs together for coherency. Junior came in with a grin. “This is great, Em. See? You were meant for this. You got the magic touch.” “Thanks, Junior.”For the first couple days after coming to the school, Emery sat on the steps of her dorm when she was in class, watching for her Dad’s truck. He had to change his mind, right? “Come on, it’s not much further.”
“If this is a wild goose chase for some stupid toy you lost in the tree, I’m gonna tree you!” Still, Emery followed. They were three cousins on a quest, after all.The sheath was empty, hanging on a branch in the woods. Emery brought it home, for reasons unknown to herself but that it smelled familiar. When she presented it to Jackson, he scolded her and sent her up to her room. She couldn’t know that the sheath belonged to another pack. It was a warning.She was held close by a pair of strong arms, surrounding by the scents of her parents. Warm, safe. This was her family. This was where she belonged.The first time she saw one of the creatures, fear gripped her core. She only had her fists and ingenuity. She lost, but managed to crawl away with her hide. She’d have to get stronger.Emery carried the log with her, updating it regularly. If there was nothing left but this book, she wanted her parents to know what she sacrificed. Even if she didn’t remember them, her heart always did.The first time she entered the shrine, she became familiar with the warmth of Blessing. It felt like being home, somehow, home and safe.The melody she played over and over again was so close, she could taste it, and yet every time her fingers neared a certain key, fear struck at her core. She had no idea how many times she nearly died, but she was grateful for the door swinging open. “D-dad?” She whispered, uncertain why but aware that there must be someone, Someone there, she couldn’t be alone not like this not in the woods no where was her pack her dad where – The spear felt heavy in her hands, but she was soon accustomed to the weight. Killing the creatures that came after her in the subway and elsewhere was easy, now. After one careful step, the floor suddenly gave, and Remye yelped as she leapt back to the safer corner of the shop, grimacing irritably. She looked around, sucked in a breath, and tried to venture forward again. Her spear made it easy. First one, then two. Five battles were fought and won, often with companions whose names she had no interest in knowing. She just had to get stronger.She had been shaken to the core by the loss of her first fight, but it ignited something in her. Failure was not an option. She’d try again.The teas had been warm and sweet, some overbearing, some bitter and sour. But all of them precious. She didn’t really like tea, though.By the last cup, her head was in a tizzy. She hoped it would be worth it, tasting so many. They really did blend together after a while… “What’re you doing out here, Em? You’re just a kid.” “Hey, <********> you, Avery. He was my trespasser, I’ve been tracking him for three hours!” The guns felt heavy, heavier than the staff, but that wasn’t important. What was important was their power. She felt invincible.The beast was massive, and strong, but she hadn’t taken it down alone. Her friends helped her. Friends she recognized as having fought with before. She’d fight for them again, and again. She looked up at the Goddess as she appeared, taking the letter. She reached out for it. “No, no give it back, please, don’t let him see that, he can’t see that. I-I’ve cried all over it, he’ll see that and smell the weakness, please just—just give it back—“
“These words aren’t for you. You don’t need to think about them. Not again.” She’d heard him yell in the fight; Avery demanded Emery’s hide for what she’d done. For what she’d caused. Blood for blood, he’d snarled. Fighting was all she did, now. It was all she could do. She had to be stronger.After so long with the guns, the sword was heavy, unwieldy, unfamiliar. She would grow familiar with it in time.They were all her, and they were not. They shared a face, a name, a life, and yet they would never meet, never touch, and Emery would not remember them.
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