Veteran’s Plateau Altar

Beauregard

Beauregard had thought carefully about what he wanted to bring to one of the statues. He had made a run to the north for the item, relieved that it was still in the S.S. Antiox despite Menagerie’s fall. The yearling kept the item wrapped up in some dark, red cloth as he traveled back toward the Veteran’s Plateau. He had heard about one of the statues that gave off a warrior feel, and that was the one that the ashen cream male wanted to visit. He had no idea what a proper gift was but it didn’t hurt to offer something, right?

When he arrived others were already making their offerings to the statue. Beauregard would wait his turn and then, in time, approached with his bundle. He laid the cloth down and then unfolded it to reveal a sharp dirk, its silver handle decorated with a fire agate tumble stone. Beau dipped his head to the statue respectfully. “I crafted this weapon some time ago to test my skills.” He explained. “It is lightweight but sturdy. May the blade sing true for you.” The ashen cream male backed off, wondering how his offering might go over.

"Talk, 'Think.'

NPC:

The cat seems to nod as you place the weapon upon the stone, a sense of nostalgia rolls over you. It is warm and familiar and despite yourself, you feel a little sense of regret for letting go of the dirk.

Then something else comes over you, you taste blood in your mouth, it seems to fill you up, the taste of iron so strong it makes you want to gag but you cannot move, you are frozen. You can feel movement, the wind whistling in your ear as you feel yourself flying through the air. Your vision skews and goes black, and you hear a cry of pain and the blood fills your mouth again. Then there is brilliant light and you can’t see anything, except for yourself. You look down to see your forelegs are drenched in blood. Panic goes through you but is quickly settled as you seem to instinctively know you are not the one who is hurt.

Somehow, somewhere in the back of your mind, you realize these are somehow the memories of the knife you’d offered. It is sharing with you a brief moment in it’s life, you feel a sense of pride, a sense of belonging, and then it fills you with contentment. It does not resent your choices, it is only happy for the time it has had.

Things blur and the blood fades from your torso and the rest of the world slips back into focus. The sense of contentment stays but the taste of blood is already forgotten. The tabby is seated right in front of you, a low stuttering rumble you realize is it purring. “Never forget where you started when you get where you’re going.” It said before moving on, gesturing to the pouch hanging from your neck. You stay for a moment, wanting to bask in the quickly fading feeling of pride you’d experienced, but you have to keep moving forward, everyone does.

You have received:
A Boosted companion pass

Staff: Used on Bellamy's tasmanian devil companion here - nyx

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