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lapislazilyWHO: Zhongli and you
WHERE: The network
WHEN: A few days after the Azhdaha plot wraps up
WHAT: The thrilling tales of dragon sealers.
WARNINGS: None, will update if necessary.
[video;]
[Normally, Zhongli addresses the network via text because that's the preferred way. But for this... as a courtesy, as a sign of respect and gratitude, he should give the announcement the weight it deserves.
The camera feed opens to a once-lush garden where the gold leaves of the ginkgo trees are still clinging to life despite the impending winter. The hardier bushes have not changed color and have retained their leaves. There's a good mixture of plants around (if not an abundance of flowers), and the stone picnic table and 'chairs' along with the tea set give a sense of serenity.
Zhongli's expression is difficult to read, stony and almost impassive. He's wearing his usual distinctive brown coat, recently mended, and cradling a teacup in his gloved hands.]
Greetings. I know it has been some time since I spoke to the network at large. For those who have not met me, my name is Zhongli.
I wanted to thank everyone who answered Shroud's call to help subdue the dragon a few days ago. His name is Azhdaha, and he has been a close companion of mine in every life I can recall. Yet the memory of rocks is only for a short time. As an elemental spirit, Azhdaha could do little to escape that fate. Eventually he forgot himself, and only remembered the pain and rage of lifetimes ago, when humans disturbed his slumber and caused him great pain.
For those of us who are exceptionally long-lived, time whittles away our bodies and minds like the waves and wind swallow the cliffs overlooking the sea. This phenomenon is known as erosion. It affects all of us differently, but it leaves us forever changed and missing something of ourselves, until naught remains.
All things have a beginning and an end, no matter how long the life lived. This is the truth of the world.
Now Azhdaha has been sealed away inside a golden dream, where he no longer suffers the pain that drove him to madness. His suffering is ended after hundreds of years. I... cannot overstate my gratitude.
[He sets his tea down. When he looks up again his draconic eyes are sharper, an intense amber framed by the gold leaves behind him.]
I am no longer with the cruel organization that chained me. I will aid those who wish to be free of their bad faith contracts, just as I will protect this city where my heart has come to rest. This is one way I may begin to repay such a debt. You have my word—not only as Rex Lapis, but as myself.
I hope you will keep it in mind.
[He reaches forward and shuts the feed off.]
WHERE: The network
WHEN: A few days after the Azhdaha plot wraps up
WHAT: The thrilling tales of dragon sealers.
WARNINGS: None, will update if necessary.
[video;]
[Normally, Zhongli addresses the network via text because that's the preferred way. But for this... as a courtesy, as a sign of respect and gratitude, he should give the announcement the weight it deserves.
The camera feed opens to a once-lush garden where the gold leaves of the ginkgo trees are still clinging to life despite the impending winter. The hardier bushes have not changed color and have retained their leaves. There's a good mixture of plants around (if not an abundance of flowers), and the stone picnic table and 'chairs' along with the tea set give a sense of serenity.
Zhongli's expression is difficult to read, stony and almost impassive. He's wearing his usual distinctive brown coat, recently mended, and cradling a teacup in his gloved hands.]
Greetings. I know it has been some time since I spoke to the network at large. For those who have not met me, my name is Zhongli.
I wanted to thank everyone who answered Shroud's call to help subdue the dragon a few days ago. His name is Azhdaha, and he has been a close companion of mine in every life I can recall. Yet the memory of rocks is only for a short time. As an elemental spirit, Azhdaha could do little to escape that fate. Eventually he forgot himself, and only remembered the pain and rage of lifetimes ago, when humans disturbed his slumber and caused him great pain.
For those of us who are exceptionally long-lived, time whittles away our bodies and minds like the waves and wind swallow the cliffs overlooking the sea. This phenomenon is known as erosion. It affects all of us differently, but it leaves us forever changed and missing something of ourselves, until naught remains.
All things have a beginning and an end, no matter how long the life lived. This is the truth of the world.
Now Azhdaha has been sealed away inside a golden dream, where he no longer suffers the pain that drove him to madness. His suffering is ended after hundreds of years. I... cannot overstate my gratitude.
[He sets his tea down. When he looks up again his draconic eyes are sharper, an intense amber framed by the gold leaves behind him.]
I am no longer with the cruel organization that chained me. I will aid those who wish to be free of their bad faith contracts, just as I will protect this city where my heart has come to rest. This is one way I may begin to repay such a debt. You have my word—not only as Rex Lapis, but as myself.
I hope you will keep it in mind.
[He reaches forward and shuts the feed off.]
