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tushanshu_ooc2016-01-17 10:17 pm
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He sobered quickly, however. No sense in getting Gabranth worked up. The man's fuse was shorter than a gnats pubic hair.
"Still, you haven't gone into much detail about this 'Drabwurld'. And what of the Lord Larsa brought to you there? Did he reveal nothing or was he brought from a similar timeframe as your good self?"
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Nevertheless, the scowl is still on his face as he answers, "He made no mention of my death, if that is your meaning. Beyond that... I do not know."
It wouldn't surprise him, after all, if Larsa were to lie to him about such a thing...so perhaps it's meaningless, in the end. Gabranth takes a deep breath before he speaks further.
"In ages past, a great war was fought in the Drabwurld over a gem of incredible power — the Uaine Cridhe. But the gem shattered, and its shards were flung to distant worlds... Ivalice among them." Without thinking, his hand goes to his breast, and his voice gains a bitter edge. "One of these shards rests within me — within Lord Larsa — and it was for this reason that we were taken, to fight a war for the fey rulers of the Drabwurld."
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He listened now, more intently. Either Gabranth had lost his mind which, all things considered, was a great possibility, or this was something that had actually happened. Considering Balthier was now trying to make himself at home on the back of a giant turtle with his soul stuck in an admittedly rather fantastic looking ring, he was inclined to believe the latter. He doubted Gabranth was lying, at least. He knew the man didn't have the imagination.
"I don't need to tell you just what this Uaine Cridhe reminds me of. Have you suffered any unusual side effects from its presence? ....Aside from being dragged to another world."
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"The shards themselves held a great power," he says quietly. "Some learned to harness that power for their own, but even those who did not... The natives of that world, fey and hume alike, could see such power at a glance. There was nary a corner of the Drabwurld where shardholders were not feared for their power, or respected for it, or reviled, oft in equal terms."
He speaks in the past tense, for now that he's found himself in this world... Does his shard yet remain within him? The pull that had ached so strongly he feared his breast might be torn in two is entirely gone; had it returned to the Uaine Cridhe after all? And if it had, what does that mean for him — or Ivalice?
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"Have any of your abilities returned to you yet? It was a good week before I could even pull off a simple vanishing spell."