Introduction

This is Nico's RP page. It's kinda long, so here are links for each of my pets, which will take you to his or her table of contents.
Mobius
Scale
Shockwing
Treko

Reference Pages
Maybe more coming soon, at the moment, it's just Treko.

Steps in the Sand

Sand. All around you are the bare dunes of sand. As far as the eye can see. The fields, mountains, valleys, all sand. They are interrupted only by a tall obelisk reaching into the sky: Coltzan's Shrine. You head for the only landmark in sight. The sun beats down, storing its heat in the sand beneath your feet, forcing the strange shifting haze out of the earth. Mirages appear and disappear through it. They hammer at your mind, driving you slowly insane. Or are you already insane? Is Coltzan's Shrine really there? Is it, too, a mirage? Was it your imagination that heard the crunch of sand beneath sandaled feet? Or sees that figure on a high dune, who's striding toward you even as your fevered mind struggles to think, to comprehend? Or is it?
Hello.
The voice is soft and kind, surely a figment of your imagination, brought on by the afternoon haze.
Are you there?
Ah, so this mirage is insane, too.
The mirage-voice tsks. Oh, stop that. You feel a cool, soft breeze flow through your very being, and the rough pounding on your head blessedly subsides. You turn and behold a faerie grundo: a priest. He smiles. Welcome to the Desert.
You silently wish that you'd never heard of the place, but it's too late for that, so you merely say, "Thanks."
I'm Mobius.
You grasp his outstretched hand to shake it, but in a moment you realize that that's not his intent. A breeze comes, lifting you off your feet, and you are suddenly airborne.
Mobius seems to be exhilarated by the flight, but you wonder when it will end. A moment later, your question is answered, as the Shrine approaches. At first, you hardly notice the difference, but yes, the Shrine is slowly growing larger in your field of view. Soon, you are standing in its shadow, and Mobius begins to descend. When you reach the ground, you are able too look more closely at this strange grundo. He is dressed in flowing white robes that look as though they keep out the heat. Oh dear. You look thirsty. How long have you been out here?
He waits for your answer, then says, That's much too long without water. Here, come drink.
He reaches into a bag leaning against the Shrine and brings out a canteen, which he hands to you. From overhead, you hear the shriek of an eagle, and a ghost Vaeolus plummets to the ground, stopping itself with stabilizing wings and flying to Mobius' shoulder. He smiles at it, then turns back to you.
Tell me about yourself.
How do you defend yourself?
What are the runes on the shrine?
Who is your pet?
Do you know any interesting people?

Story

How did I come to the Desert?" Mobius asks. "It began when I was born. Here. In the desert. Well, in Qasala. I was born… different. Fortunately, it was Qasala, and magic was not unknown there. They found out what was so different about me. But let's not get ahead of ourselves; more on that later. When I was old enough to look after myself, I left, traveling to the great libraries of the world: Faerieland, Brightvale, Altador, Shenkuu, even Maraqua.

I became obsessed with stories. There was only ever one side to them. No one ever thought about what the so-called "Wicked" witch was thinking. No villain thinks that he's evil. They all do normal deeds that get in the way of the temporary protagonist. I studied magic, as well, for reasons I'll again explain later. But halfway through my research, a disturbing message was sent by my family.

Come home, Coltzan has been killed.

What choice did I have? I came home. The Shrine was erected. The Crown was taken, and found. But no one wanted it to happen again, so they needed a guardian. Of course everyone looked to me, and what choice did I have? I became the guardian of Coltzan's Shrine. I am Coltzan's Mouthpiece, and his priest. As Kings do, he went to live with the gods, and people commonly come here to ask for favors. So people ask me to ask Coltzan to ask the gods for help. Chain of command, you see. The Shrine is the place where King Coltzan III, may he rest in eternal peace, still lives. A piece of his soul was lodged here. How, I don't know, but he is forced to live both here and in the afterlife. Occasionally, he comes out to reward travelers for stopping here.

But Sundays I get the entire day off, and so I can do more research at a good friend's tavern: The White Diamond. Shockwing, Mistress of the Oasis of Spirit, gave me an office there in return for some help: my gift.

My gift is the gift of Magic. Unlike most priests, though, mine does not come from anything divine. Mine comes from the Sand and the Stars. The Sand bestows power, the Stars bestow the magic. My power changes with the sky. As the Protector rises, my power over Shield magics increases. The First to Rise increases my Light magic power, the Thief increases Darkness. Farmer, Warrior, and Sleeper enhance Earth, Fire, and Manipulation magics. Wave is Water, Gatherer is Shapeshifting, Dreamer is Wind, and Collector is Electricity. Dancer is Time and Hunter is Ice.

But it's the Sands beneath my feet which increase the power of my spells. This works well within the Desert, but outside… well, that's another story. The odd thing is that the constellations give me only one power at a time. As you can see, the Dreamer is strong this month: I was able to carry you here on breezes.

So I have spent my time honing my magic here. My staff amplifies my magic when I'm not here, though goodness knows it's nowhere near the same amount. I carry around a bag of Sand just in case, though. And spells that are too strong could kill me, as could using too many spells, so I do my best not to use magic excessively.

Heiroglyphs

My hieroglyphs are my biggest secret. I'm afraid I can't tell you what they do. I'm sorry. Perhaps you'll one day find out…

Weapons

Well, not many things wishing me harm live in the desert in the first place: it's a hard life. Add that to the fact that this is technically holy ground and I have a hungry Vaeolus and you can see I hardly get company except from pilgrims. When something does come along, I have my Sand, and my Staff.
Sand. I told you about this.
Staff.I've actually gotten quite good at using this. And plus, it helps me with my magic.
Veritas.My Vaeolus LOVES fighting for some reason.

Veritas

Veritas?" He pats the Vaeolus on the head, "he's my adoptive pet. His power, too, changes with the Stars.

Protector-Generates forcefields
First to Rise-Shines brightly
Thief-Draws light
Farmer-Sinks into ground
Warrior-Breathes fire
Sleeper-Read minds
Wave-Melt
Gatherer-Change size
Dreamer-Fly at extraordinary speeds
Collector-Generates electric current
Dancer-Stop time for a few seconds
Hunter-Freeze things

He never speaks. I don't think he can, but he makes a fantastic travel companion. He found me, actually, while I was being besieged by Pirates in Altador. Called him Veritas. In Ancient Altadorian, that's Truth. He's been helping me find it ever since.

Friends

If you're not here, it means that you probably haven't shared in my adventures. (i.e. Roleplayed with me.) If you would like to, please contact Nico.

None yet…I haven't RPed at all…

Made of Metal

Welcome to Meridell. I'm Scale, owner of this Tavern.

The Shoyru looking at you is covered in a reflective metal material. He seems to be…a robot.
The Scale smiles, if a robot can be said to smile.

Yes, I'm a Robot.

He says, in a voice that doesn't sound at all like how you'd imagine a robot to sound.

It's a nice outfit, and it means I don't need much to survive. Here, have a drink.

He brings over two mugs of Strawberry Juice, and sits down across from you, handing one of the mugs to you.

Can I help you?

Tell me about yourself.
Tell me about your tavern.
What's it like, being a robot?
How do you defend yourself?
Who is your pet?
Do you know any interesting people?

Story

To begin my story, as any story, you have to start with the beginning. The very beginning.

I was born a Blue Shoyru many years ago. Unlike some of my brothers and sisters, I knew my owner from the very start. It was he who, upon learning of Paint Brushes sought to paint me a color. But it was not to be." He shook his head.

It was not to be, because the Fountain Faerie reached me first. After great deliberation, Nico painted me Maraquan, and I was able to visit the place I had always wanted to see: Maraqua, a civilization on the ocean floor!

I lived there, for many years. Grew up there, I guess you could say. It's a wonderful thing to be able to swim. I luxuriated in it. Thinking back, those were the best days of my life. I was determined to bring back Old Maraqua, and made repeated requests to King Kelpbeard about it. At first he declined to see me, I being a commoner and all, but eventually, he agreed.

I began excavating the ruins… but then catastrophe struck.

I was visiting Nico on a break from my archaeology, when I accidentally stepped in front of the lab ray. The zap meant for Treko, instead captured me, changing me into a Cybunny.

The ensuing months were a harsh contrast against the bliss of being underwater. The lab ray was fired at me every day for two months, and I eventually turned Cloud. This enraged Nico, for he wanted a Maraquan Shoyru, not a silly Cloud Cybunny. Nevertheless, he kept me that way, for he had made a bargain with a friend of his: his gift war would end IF she sent him a Shoyru Morphing Potion.

To my relief, she did so, and gave it to Nico, and so I became a Silver Shoyru, a far cry from Maraquan, but better than a Cybunny.

It wasn't until Doctor Sloth returned that I was able to become something better. I had so far outshone anything Nico had seen against the Battledome Competitors, that Nico wanted to get me something. And because of my prowess, he had enough points to do so. He offered me anything I wanted in the entire shop, and I decided I wanted to become Robot.

Nico wasn't sure he liked the look, but I was able to convince him that it would be a good decision…and, lo and behold: I am what I am.

The White Diamond

The White Diamond? Oh, I own it, sure enough. I'm the Secretary, Treasurer, and general Caretaker. Actually, Shockwing owns it, but she's out in the Desert most of the time, so I caretake. What is it? Well, if you want to know more, I can take you to our official webpage. Here:" Out of his "stomach" pops a small drawer that looks something like a CD-ROM drive, except that the CD-ROM has a picture of a diamond on it.

You reach out to touch it:

Being Robotic

It's…interesting. Much more different than one would expect. I have access to a HUGE database, and can alter my senses to fit any function." His eyes glow green, then fade back to red. "For example, at the moment, I have altered my vision to see in infra-red." His eyes glow green again, then return to their normal color. "And now I can see normally again.

I can change colors, too." His body slowly darkens to black. "See, shadow!" Then it lightens to white, and begins to vanish, leaving only an outline behind. "And Sketch!" He fades slowly back to metallic. "I can't do Baby, Mutant, or…" he pauses, then says, in a much quieter voice: "Maraquan.The shape change doesn't work for some reason, but I get by…

The weird thing about being Robot is that you don't need any natural processes. I don't need to eat, or eliminate, or drink. I need some oil every now and then, but that's different. The most interesting one of all, is sleep. I don't NEED it, but if I don't get a certain amount, I overheat and shut down for a little while. I need probably only an hour or two every night, though, so I spend a lot of the night expanding my database." At your blank look, he restates his point: "reading."

Weapons

It's oddly easy to defend yourself nowadays, which is good, given the number of monsters and the like. I use only a couple things:

Glowing Sword.

This…is interesting. It vibrates faster than the speed of sound. He pushes the emerald on the hilt, and a tiny buzzing sound fills the air a few seconds later. He stands up and flies over to the kitchen, grabbing a steel bar. He brings it back to the table and slices it easily in half…top to bottom. Two identical semi-circular halves fall away from the cut. He stops the sword's vibrations and sits down.

Robotics

This is just random stuff I can do because I'm a robot… laser eyes, spikes, that sort of thing.

Jaerez.

This little guy is a constant amazement to me…

Jaerez

You want to know about this little guy? Well, he's interesting, let me tell you. As a robot, he does the same thing I do, which is to change colors. Anubis have a huge number of colors that they can be painted, and so…
Here, show guest some of the things you can do.
If I'm cold, he turns fire." You are astounded as the Anubis does exactly that. "Of course, I could too, so that's beside the point… Also beside the point is the fact that I don't get cold… Anyway, he can go through walls, as a ghost, blend in with his surroundings as invisible, make a very comfy pillow as plushie..." Scale laughs, obviously intending the last as a joke, but the Anubis goes through with it anyway, showing off each color as Scale lists them.
And he and I can speak privately through electrical transfer." He reaches out to touch Jaerez, and concentrates. An electrical current passes from Scale to his petpet, and dissipates when Scale takes his hand away.
The best part about him is that he's constantly surprising me. I'm still relatively new to this Robot thing, and he's been in this state for…a very long time…"

Friends

If you're not here, it means that you probably haven't shared in my adventures. (i.e. Roleplayed with me.) If you would like to, please contact Nico.

None yet…I haven't RPed at all…

Desert Guardian

Welcome, stranger, to the Lost Desert. I'm Shockwing, or Shock if you like.

The Desert Draik looks at you closely. She is dressed in flowing white robes that look as though they keep out the heat, and a lightweight tunic. "Oh dear. You look thirsty. How long have you been out here? She waits for your answer, then says,

That's much too long without water. Here, come drink.

She leads you across a rise, then reach a dune and begin to climb over it. When you reach the top, your eyes widen. Here is a small oasis in the middle of the Desert! As you continue down the dune, you notice the harsh desert wind ease, and the sand blowing around you falls to the ground. and your eyes widen. Here is a small oasis in the middle of the desert! A small faerie Hegelob appears from within the pool.

Hi, Hopian. This is wingedfalcon7911. I permit him to drink from the Pool of Spirit.

The little dragon looks pacified by these words and sinks back down. Soon, the lake bubbles and froths, and ghostly mists rise from it.

Drink,

the draik urges you, and you do. The water is sweet and cool, refreshing after your days-long walk across the sandy dunes. It makes you FEEL. You suddenly want to laugh, cry, and hit someone, all at the same time. Then the feeling subsides. and Shock looks at you.

Is there anything you wanted to know?

Tell me about yourself.
Tell me about your tavern.
Tell me about this Oasis.
Why are you here?
How do you defend yourself?
Who is your pet?
Do you know any interesting people?

Story

To begin my story, you need to know some history. Long before I was born, a prophecy was made: "The three kings must choose an heir of equal years if one is to rule the Olde Kingdom. To these heirs they must each give their Crown Jewel, else each will pay the price. When war cometh to Neopia the lesser two kingdoms shall be wiped out of memory.

The three kingdoms spoken of were Brightvale, Magine, and Meridell.

I was born in the beautiful land of Magine, the adopted daughter of its king: Morin, who was also brother to both Hagan and Skarl. One day, the three brothers were holding a conference, and then...they vanished... When they came back, they each had VERY different personalities. Hagan was the wisest in the land, Skarl was moody, and Morin was...well...evil. He began to have thoughts of dominating Neopia and took a new name: Doctor Frank Sloth.

He began to try to cheat the prophecy, doing everything he could to keep Magine alive. He even went to such lengths as to experiment on me. Due to him I have a photographic memory, increased mental capacity, and...well...some other things.

He didn't want to take TOO much of a risk with the prophecy, though, so he DID give me his Crown Jewel." She holds up a beautiful blue pendant made of a gigantic Star Sapphire.

Anyway, he began experimenting on me, and...after a few months... I ran away. I couldn't take the pain...it hurt...so much..." She looks like she's about to cry, but she wipes her eyes, and continues. "I ran away to...this place, hoping that my father wouldn't find me. I nearly died of thirst, but the previous keeper of this Oasis, Sydney, found me, and helped me hide. She somehow acquired a Desert Paint Brush and painted me. I don't think my dad would recognize me now...I used to be Electric. Sydney taught me the ways of a Keeper, and when she died, well, she left it to me." She looks up at you. "Sometimes I miss the outside world, but here is really the best place for me.

The White Diamond

The White Diamond? Oh, I run it, sure enough. I'm out here in the Desert for most of my time, but when I'm needed, or on the weeks when the other two Oases take my place, that's where I hang out. We try to take the strain off of each others' back as much as possible, so we each end up with plenty of free time. I have a private portal there, if you'd like to use it..." She leads you further into the Oasis, and you see, on a Pedestal, a beautiful diamond. You reach out to touch it:

The Oasis

Ah. So you're wondering about the place you're now in... now that is an interesting story...

Once, there were many Oases throughout Neopia. Then, with the disappearance of Sakhmet, they all vanished. Somehow, something in that Alternate Dimension changed them, and when Sakhmet was brought back, they stayed...all but three...

Three Oases are all that is left of refreshment for travelers. And with them, three Keepers. While in this Alternate Dimension, the Oases were given certain Otherworldly powers. For one, they only appear to those who are in dire need of them. They are everywhere in the Desert, and nowhere, all at once. They solidify to those who call.

She sees you looking confused.

Not with your mouth, silly, with this:" She lays a hand on your chest. Your heart.

My Pool revitalizes your spirit, and allows the Keeper to commune with those long since passed. The Pool of the Mind, quenches your thirst for knowledge, or increases it, depending on how you look at it. It also allows its Keeper to read the minds of those within her Oasis. And the Pool of the Body does nothing more than lets you drink and feel content. But its Keeper can change forms.

These abilities can be extended to any who drink from our Pools, but we only gift Drinkers if they prove to meet...certain qualifications...

How did Draiks come to Keep the pool, you ask? Well, that's an easy question to answer...although not very happy... if you REALLY want to know, I'd suggest going to see my sister, Sea. She was the one who started it all...or rather her ancestor...and the Pool of the Mind...

But I'll give you the basics: We were a race of Draiks at war with some Grarrls. We won with a single spear dipped in Oasis water, but the Grarrls decided THEY wanted the power and tried to steal it. We weren't ready for battle, so we jumped into the water to protect ourselves, and the Grarrls dipped their weapons in it. By doing so, they gave us control of their weapons, and we killed them all. Our leader decided that one Oasis wasn't safe, so he split it up into hundreds of smaller Pools with one Draik per Pool. Then came the Sakhmet disaster, and...well, you know the story...

The Desert

Why am I here? I assume you don't mean that philosophically." She grins at her own joke.

I think I came here because of the Desert's great beauty. The Desert changes every day, growing cold at night, and warm during the day. The winds that blow at night shift the dunes, so the entire landscape looks different every time you wake up. I don't know how anyone could be bored out here.

In the Desert is hope, and opportunity. And not just for me. See?" She points at your feet. You bend over, and see what you didn't see before: a small gold coin. "There are thousands of them. See that dune?" She brings a dune to your left to your attention.

You look closely, and see one of the hidden treasures of the Desert: a golden dune. It's not made of gold, or gold dust, but it's so peppered with tiny gold coins, that the sun's reflection makes it radiate a beautiful aura. Shock smiles. "Now you see why I spend my time here: there's beauty in everything around here, even in the mirages that play havoc with the minds of the thirsty. The Oases come to wherever they're needed, and I'm here to make sure that it's not needed for evil intentions. The Heart meanders its way over to those whose belief in the power of life needs revivifying." She glances at you. Are you one of those people?

Weapons

Oh, I defend myself easily enough." She smiles slightly: a wry grin. "It's not too hard with THIS pool here. But outside of this Oasis...well...with all kinds of things abroad in the world..." She shudders. "I use a variety of weapons:

Two Maractite Swords.

Thse are nice because they have no wind or water resistance. Scale got them for me when he was Maraquan.

Draik Magic.

Oh, all draiks have at least a small amount. I'm not QUITE as good as the average draik, but I get by. Fire Breath is really all you need to intimidate weak-hearted enemies, and the stronger ones won't be felled by a little magic anyway.

Golden Bow of Qasala.

I've been getting quite good with this. I got it as a present from my sister on the day I was painted Desert.

Draik Archer Quiver.

I make the Arrows in this myself. They're pretty good, as such things go...

Crown Jewel of Magine.

aka The Gem of Lightning. This is in fact a Star Sapphire. If I concentrate hard enough, this gem shoots out HUGE bolts of chain lightning. I can't use it very much without tiring myself out, though.

Hopian.

Ah yes, this little guy may not look like much, but...

Hopian

This little guy?" She hugs Hopian, a faerie Hegelob. "He's my pet. Just don't look at him to closely when he's angry or scared." Seeing your quizzical glance, she continues. "He glows." Hearing your guffaw, she looks at you disapprovingly. "How would you like looking directly at the sun?" that quiets you a little. "He glows nearly as brightly, when he wants to, and also gives off heat. Either one to any extent...nearly...

And, in the worst of circumstances, he makes a great distraction." The little Hegelob smiles and says something unintelligible. Shock smiles too. "He only speaks Draik," she says, as if that explained EVERYTHING. "But he understands nearly any language. I've always wondered if he COULD speak other languages, and just CHOOSES not to...

Oh! You want to know how I FOUND him! Ah. Well... it was a bright, sunny day, when I was flying through Shenkuu, and a bunch of Blurgahs were attacking him. He tried glowing, but they have such bad eyesight that it didn't help. I was distracted from my flight by this beacon, however, and flew down to help. A little fire-breathing did the trick nicely, and the Blurgahs flew off, leaving behind a Hegelob who followed me EVERYWHERE. I sort of adopted him and asked him his name. "Hopian." That's the first word he ever said to me. "Hopian." Hope, in the Draik Tongue.

Friends

If you're not here, it means that you probably haven't shared in my adventures. (i.e. Roleplayed with me.) If you would like to, please contact Nico.

Sealikeie (Sea)

Sea is my adopted sister, but she's more like my best friend. We're the same age...to within hours of each other. She's the adopted daughter of Hagan, and is one of the three draiks mentioned in the Prophecy. Ceb is the third. With her, I have been able to explore the mysteries of both of our pasts, rescue Ceb from an underground prison, and convince Hagan NOT to kill us. Without her healing stone, I'd be dead right now, so I thank her.
She's also Keeper of the Mind Oasis, and with this link, you can travel to her:

Credits:

Thanks to Erin (cinderkitty17) for the Oasis idea. And thanks for allowing me to expand upon it. You're the most brilliant person EVER!

Cursed Krawk

Atop a balcony of Meridell, a sea of red and orange spreads out before your eyes as the sun begins to fall from its lofty position in the sky. The brilliant colors are offset by a black cloud-shrouded smudge in the sky: Darigan Citadel. You break your gaze from the grayish city and look back at the hues of the horizon. They slowly fade away, to be replaced by the purpley-grey shade of dusk. You hear a rustle behind you, and spin around. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. It comes from a cloaked figure. The only things you can see of him other than his navy cloak is a deep purple snout, which emerges from the gap in the cloth, and a hand, which clasps a golden staff with a glowing red ruby embedded in the top. I, too, like watching the sunset. He turns to go, then thinks better of it. I'm Treko, by the way. And your name?

Tell me about yourself.
How do you defend yourself?
Do you have a pet?
Do you know any interesting people?

Story

My story begins long before I was born. It starts with an oracle." He lifts his staff, and the ruby becomes a sapphire. The world dulls, then brightens, and you are suddenly in the scene that he describes.

A voice issues from all around you: a female's voice, but low and echoing.

There will come a day when one is born into the Royal Family with my mark upon him. My hand will grace him, and he shall be Mine. He shall see the Fall of this Royal Family, and the Rise of the Next, and he shall cause these Risings and Fallings due to the failings in each Family. He shall me devoted to Me, and shall come when I call. I am the Oracle and I speak Truth.

Naturally, my parents threw me out soon after I was born," Treko says, turning back to you. "They wanted to continue ruling. Thus, when the next merchant caravan wound its way past, I was given to it, and was brought up as a merchant. I was painted Purple to hide me, but was allowed to keep my Royal clothing. Then, when I was a toddler, I wandered away. I was filled with curiosity back then, and wanted to see a faerie. We were in Faerieland, at the time.

He shakes his head as the scene unfolds before you. A little Purple Krawk running off, chasing an Air Faerie. The faerie looks around, wondering where the child's parents are, but by this time, the caravan has left the city. The Air Faerie shrugs, and leads the krawk back to her house.

Her name was Caelum. It was she who taught me how to use this." Treko lifts the staff slightly. "She gave it to me when it was time for me to leave her. It has served me well, so far, and Caelum always said I was a natural. Apparently most Royal lines have a good deal of latent magic power. " The walk through history continues as the krawk speaks.

After I left, I became a wanderer. I walked through many cities, until I came to Shenkuu. That was when my life first began changing. I met her." He speaks of whoever he's talking about with an almost reverent tone.

The scene continues, this time, without Treko speaking. He, too, is absorbed in the next events. The purple krawk looks at his hand, on which a spiral is glowing. You realize that it's acting like a compass, throwing its light in one direction, no matter which way Treko turns. He goes in that direction until it leads him Northward, then Eastward until he reaches an alley. A purple Kazeriu appears, and Treko picks it up.

The present Treko begins speaking again. "I knew it was her I'd been looking for, because of the spiral on her head. She, too, had been blessed, or cursed…by the Prophet. She adopted me as an owner, and we went adventuring together. I don't think we've ever parted from that day onward_

Eventually, we came to Meridell. Here, a dark figure said…something, and..." he doesn't need to say anything else. The world goes black around you, then brightens little by little until it's back to normal, but everything glows with a ruddy sheen. A deep voice, not Treko's, rings out in a commanding tone. That voice is the only thing you can hear, all around, people are talking in silence, lips constantly moving, but no sound emitting from between them. You look at the past Treko's hand and see that the brilliant purple spiral is glowing. All except a small fraction at the end.

Oh," the present Treko says. "You've noticed the timer. Yes, I was forced to obey this Tonu until the spiral grew dark again. I had to carry out his every command, though I didn't like it.

You can see Treko in his past state, right hand glowing nearly as brightly at the ruby at the top of his staff, lines of fire emerging from his free hand to envelope buildings, people, or anything that gets in this way. A ball of fire appears and descends upon a tavern, scattering people everywhere, while a bucket crew is hastily assembled. Then the Ruby fades into a diamond, and a blast of wind hurls the bucket crew away. All the while, a deep voice is telling the krawk to reach the castle at all costs.

The present Treko looks shamefully away, but you watch in fascination as the past Treko lifts himself up with a blast of wind and flies over to the castle. You can see by his hand that he hasn't got much time left. He reaches the castle and blows open the gates, marches up to the King and Queen and pulls them from their thrones, deaf to their pleas for mercy.

Then, the world goes dark again, and lights up again, without any overshading glows at all. Treko inhales deeply, as if his lack of freedom had also restricted his airflow. Then he exhales, and snaps his fingers. A wind picks up, blowing out the fires, and off in the distance, you can see the faint outline of a tonu being blown into the ocean.

I apologized profusely, of course," Treko says, speaking for the first time in a few minutes, "but there was always the chance it would happen again. They decided it would be safer to leave the castle, and King Skarl was chosen as new ruler.

Over the next few years, I have been controlled, sometimes for more than the time limit, sometimes for less, but never for very long: you have to catch me unawares just as I come out of my trance to set me back in again. I have left a path of destruction behind me, all unwanted. All I can do is wait for the Prophet to show herself, that I may live in peace once more." As he says this, the world darkens and lightens again, and you are back on a balcony of Meridell Castle.

Weapons

Treko grins wryly. "My protection is basically down to my staff.

Staff. My staff has the unfortunate quality of revealing my emotions. Different colors stand for different things. Those who have learned to read it have used this to their advantage. But it's an Object of Power, so I find it useful to have around. Not that I have any choice," he remarks bitterly. "The gem also changes depending on what spell I'm using. Again, this tells other magicians what I'm using, so that they may block it. But it also enhances the spell a great deal.

This staff was given to me by Caelum as both a parting gift and as my inheritance as Hand of the Prophet.

Some of the colors, and what they mean, are listed on my reference page.

Pythia. I have no idea how she fights. I just know that I can finish fighting one of a band, look around, and there are suddenly dead bandits all around a glade.

Pythia

A small purple dragon floats up the stairs and then over to Treko. Ah, yes, this is Pythia the Kazeriu," Treko says, stroking her. "She has been my constant companion ever since Shenkuu. She, too, has been marked by the Prophet, he lifts his hand from her head for a moment, and you can see an identical spiral to his hand, but with inverted colors, on her head. She has a few magical powers, but nothing as compared to mine. She doesn't talk, but communicates through here." He touches your head with a scaled finger.

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