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| - This was when Neltor stepped into the conversation: “I think we should be healing my hand now.” The guide bent over and said “Elorn, help Neltor. I’m going to be feinting and vomiting all day, we’ll talk in the evening, once I’m back to my normal self again ...” The guide then slumped back to recuperate. "Speaking of which, have you noticed all the unusual peoples on this mainland?" asked Neltor, as he was being attended to by his brother. "And I recognized the one that attacked us as a skullka--right?" "Hmm, sounds cool!" "What?!" "What types?" "And so what type are you?"
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| - This was when Neltor stepped into the conversation: “I think we should be healing my hand now.” The guide bent over and said “Elorn, help Neltor. I’m going to be feinting and vomiting all day, we’ll talk in the evening, once I’m back to my normal self again ...” The guide then slumped back to recuperate. "Speaking of which, have you noticed all the unusual peoples on this mainland?" asked Neltor, as he was being attended to by his brother. "Ah yes, there are several races here, and we're one type. I remember seeing the elves--those were nearly two meters tall and had different colored skin from the rest of us--" "And I recognized the one that attacked us as a skullka--right?" "Yep, those are giants, but they're not all too stupid, as you've just seen. We nearly lost to him." "What about the more common ones around here, you know, the ones in that port city and that of our guide?" "Those? Those are close relatives to our peoples..." He broke off his conversation, noticing that their guide had fallen asleep, then yawned. "O-oh, I'm getting so tired. Let's take a nap..." That evening, when the guide was awake and back to normal again, Neltor asked: “I have a question for you. How did you change your form?” “I am a morpher. I can control my body forms and other shape factors. Very few can morph, though there are morphing runes... Morphing is an advanced magick. But enough about me, you two ought to know what You can do. You--Both of you--can 'mind bond' together." "Hmm, sounds cool!" "It Is cool. You will be soon be able to send messages to each other, and to direct your energies to each other, constructively. And with others that you encounter on your journeys, you shall be able to direct that energy to confound and disorient them--through pure mental energy!" Noticing Neltor opening his mouth, he continued: "No questions now please!" "What?!" "If you're asking me how to use that ability, notice that I'm not your type, so I can't answer for you." "What types?" "You two are different races from what I am, you know..." "And so what type are you?" "I'm a Fiko! You should have figured that out by now!" But that only confused the twins some more. "Just who, or what, Are you??" But to that, he just fell silent, as the trio continued on their foresty journey. Once Fikar was asleep, the twins whispered to each other, as they always did, every night. “...I think we should run away.” Neltor muttered. “We can use a soul bond to have two advantages, he’s out numbered And we can soul bond.” “But now we know he can morph. Besides, he told us we can soul bond, and why would our enemy tell us our strengths?” Elorn pointed out. “He never told us how to use that strength though,” Elorn objected. "And there's also the thing about his not telling us his name after three days of travelling." “... You’re right...Fine, we’ll leave tonight... ” Elorn thoughtfully remarked. It rained that night, nevertheless the twins traveled through the path, deeper and deeper to who knew where... When the Fiko awoke, he saw that the runts had left and immediately panicked. First he called out for them and looked around the area when he found their tracks in the mud. He tracked them, using his rune blade to run for the day down the trail, but he hit a fork in the path. The mud had dried and the trees had blocked the rain. He went left, but the twins had gone right--had he looked at the cinnamon trees, he would have seen one tree 3 meters away peeled in one area. He traveled on for three days down the empty trail...
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