Burning Metal meets Chris Thalzor in a field of hazy summer dreams. Beautiful honestly.
I wrote the story.",
"writing": "A Fated Meeting\nBy Typhlosionboy\n\n It started out as a dream, or was it a feeling, perhaps even just a thought. I forget where I had originally come from, but that didn’t bother me much. Rather I found myself awake, my mind and body seemingly working for the first time together alongside with my sight. My body however would seem to dispute this thought with the perceived age it took on, but yet I did not recognize the scenery of the world around me at this point. A gentle yellow orange light bathed my body while nearby trees ebbed and glowed with the light gust of wind blowing across. It would even tease the grass itself to dance along with it’s whims. A strange sensation would guide me towards a building tin the distance, wondering what it could be. Instead of attempting to make sense of this unusual place, I would simply follow my inner compass to that building.\n\n How long it took was uncertain, in fact upon further speculation time itself started to seem like a foreign concept as well, it’s inner gears a mystery like a clockwork was to a leatherworker. Still I pressed on eventually reaching the rather large marble cut cathedral. Maybe it was odd it wasn’t here in the middle of the grassy forest, or maybe it made perfect sense, still that wasn’t the point. Something had brought me here, might as well take a look around. Opening the doors I looked around the building, noting it was indeed some sort of cathedral. A mass was seemingly already in session, as I walled towards the group a saw a beam of light filter through a nearby mosaic window. This display beamed a multitude of colors from its artistic creativity, and illuminated one figure in particular whom was doing the chanting.\n\n A long slender, yet wide shouldered male with a rather exotic pink mane stood above the rest. Though he was seemingly clothed but just a robe, it became clear to me this figure only looked to be male, yet was not quite so. His curled glistened black horns indicating possible demonic origins too, yet his soft expression filled face did not seem to indicate malice. A long feline tail protruding out and slinking downwards seemed to indicate some sort of feline inspiration for the beast’s physically desires. Then a thought came into mind, what does my body look like I’ve been walking all this time and yet I do not know. Then a thought, or perhaps a soft voice neither male or female spoke to me.\n\n“I have peered into your head, it seems your spirit I starting to awaken. You’ve been lost for some time, but do not rush yourself with such matters, your body is not yet ready to be viewed, even by yourself as you are just an infant within my domain. Instead, join us for a moment of collective meditation.”\n\n Words of some sort I wished to reply with, but none I could speak, perhaps the voice was right. I wasn’t strong enough to will words, a voice, let alone a body apparently. I could not fathom how I was experiencing let alone interacting with the world, but even such complicated thoughts were tiring. Yet they were mine, and that was good enough, but still there was hesitation.\n\n“Worry not mortal, l have no ill will to harm you in the after life, after all your journey to my realm from your own cements your safety so long as you cause no harm to those around you. Take the time to meditate, eventually you will find yourself taking on a body, and a will of your own. It will be then you shall find joy in the sun, sweetness in the fruit of this realm, and explore the world in a more in depth manner.”\n\nAnother voice would then introduce itself within the confines of my mind, a deeper voice, one that sounded to be more male in terms of tone. “Remember mortal, you’re body my not be fully fledged yet, but there are things worse than death of one’s mortal shell. Death of the soul is a much more painful experience, and although temporary, it can leave permanent scares on one’s being.”\n\n Again unsure of the status of my own being I begin to question who this otherworldly being was as well. Then it appeared to my vision, though somewhat vaguely a tall midnight black dragon. This time he was towering above the pink lion looking horned creature, as if to protect him, perhaps his body guard. My mind’s next thoughts were, that’s probably why the cathedral was so large. Then he spoke again, “Ah yes your mortal brain is still stuck in its experiences and expectations of your previous life. I do not usually take on such a large form, furthermore, as one of the realm deities, physical restraints such as my size don’t actually restrain me as matter can be phased within or outside of myself to accommodate my large stature. Now rest your mind, you’ve already strained yourself with such a curious will.”\n\n A brief moment of thought would envelop my being, and curiously I would watch the two figures embrace one another, but this would only occur once the large black dragon would shrink down to a more relatable size. A size in which the soft looking pink furred horned demon lion could give the figure a hug. The figures new appearance seemed to more resemble a soft feather male looking harpy one that had a bit of a flatter looking face. The warmth of the scene before me reminded me again of something I had seen in my previous life, or perhaps it was something I had felt; maybe even both. Then my mind’s consciousness began to mind, feeling sleepy. As such my body had formed some sort of ethereal looking form, but I was still too tired to make out what form it was. The last things I heard were the voices talking in my head, the ones stating my curiosity and will is rather strong to have formed an Astral body so early in my rebirth. Of course none of what they said made much sense to me, and being too tired to fully care, I found myself napping within the confines of the cathedral itself.\n\nWhen I awakened next, I found myself surrounded my mass, looking around I again recognized the two figures before me, glancing my way before the voices spoke directly to my thoughts. “It seems our wandering soul has awakened.”\n\n“Yes, and with a more fitting form to preform tasks within our realm, or even explore if he so desires.”\n\n“He? Can we be so sure that is the gender he has chosen.”\n\n“We very much can based on his appearance, in fact look, it seems our confirmation simply only reaffirmed the soul’s choice of gender.”\n\n“Ah Diorion, it is true, his length is definitely a sight to behold, ah but perhaps we should give him appropriate wear and have him join mass for some time?”\n\n“You would be correct, our friend here needs some time to acclimate to his new form, and mass would help enlighten his soul to prepare him for his future journeys.”\n\n“Yes, let us assist with his internal well being, come child of my realm, Diorion shall gather you some garbage, and we can get started on your training.”\n\n“Training?” I stated in a curious tone.\n\nDiorion raised a pink fluffy paw as he patted the top of my head. “Well of course, I can tell your soul isn’t one to stay in one place for long periods of time. So when you do decide to leave you will be prepared for such.”\n\n“I see, then I shall follow your lead until that time comes. What did you say your name was by chance?”\n\n“My name is Diorion, as for you my pupil, take your time to think about your name. You don’t need to decide on one now, but when you do let me know.”\n\n I would nod my head before taking the pink maned lion’s paw as he guided me to a room further down one of the side halls from the main cathedral entrance. “Here we go young one, now tell me your colors you envision yourself wearing, and if any particular style comes to mind.”\n\n Before I even could, my mind ran through several styles at once, before settling on what was seemingly a historic favorite. It seemed Diorion recognized it rather quickly, and even made a comment regarding it. “So it seems you, and your soul have an affinity for a long ago civilization that called the Nile river the heart of its soul. Great pyramids dotted the Kingdom, words of power inscribed upon their walls, and their deceased buried with mountains of treasure within elaborate tombs. Silken robs of gold, blue, and purple while some wore dog faced Anubis masks. Even they were making beer as well too. I guess I can tell which world you come from now with better accuracy. Come let us pray little one for your soul is still weak to the whims of this realm.”\n\n The young male; now with canid paws and attire suiting that of a priest themselves; would follow suit to a separate room. However, he wasn’t alone by himself with the enlighten yet simultaneously demonic looking lion, the large black dragon from earlier was also already awaiting their arrival as if some sort of prophetic sight that they would be there at that moment in time. Whatever the case may be, it was their Chris was instructed upon what to do next. It started with him kneeling upon one of the praying tables, and listening to their words of enlightenment filled to the brim with wisdom. Tales were told, tales were explored through their perceptive sight, allowed the canid male to experience their visions as if he had been there himself. Entire lifetimes were being flashed before him, lifetimes that were between Diorion and Anogiast were experienced in a matter of minutes, but even that was too much for the new soul’s vessel. A brief collapse signaled to the two overseers that it was time for them to let him rest and recoup his strength before further prayers.\n\n While Chris was unconscious, he began to dream a familiar scene. He was at home, at least that’s what he believed it was. He seemed to be younger than he remembered being, but something had caught his attention. It was the home of his Grandparents, he was sitting on his Grandmother’s lap looking outside. It was raining, hard too, then suddenly a flash of lightning erupted across the sky, and for a brief second or two their was an eerie silence. Then came the crashing boom that startled the young male, whom was being held upon his Grandmother’s lap.\n\n “There there Chris, it’s just a bit of a thunderstorm, we bet those from time to time.”\n\n Suddenly Chris was a few years older, but this time his grandmother was in the kitchen nearby preparing lunch while Chris was watching another thunderstorm from the window. It seemed he had caught on to the fact that Spring, and Summer were the time they occurred most often. Being a tad bigger, he watched in awe as a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky from cloud to cloud, while a separate bolt struck the ground somewhere far from them. However not too far as once again the now all too familiar boom came rolling in, rumbling across the land and permeating through their insulated walls with an echoing boom. Chris was called for lunch, and the memory of the event began to fade temporarily. A new vision filled Chris’ mind as he now was relieving being a teenager, whom was stressed about something as his preoccupied mind caused him to squirm side to side. That was until he listened carefully, first hearing the soft pitter patter of the rain against the ground nearby through his window, then followed by the equally common soft low rumblings of a less active thunderstorm.\n\n Usually the more active ones occurred during the day, the low rumbling ones were more likely to occur during the late night hours. Quickly these low rumblings permeated his thoughts, and in essence soothed the teenagers mind as he drifted off to asleep, his worries melting away as the storm itself too would fade. Then once again Chris heard the two voices talking in his head amongst him and themselves.\n\n“Dear Diorion, what do you make of this fragment of the past?”\n\n“My sweet Anogiast, this one still remembers whom he used to be. It seems despite the distance and length of time his body had passed, it seems his mind was more in tune to his body than most. Also common speak dictates these are called memories, at least based on his language standards.”\n\n“Then what do you make of these memories?”\n\n“Pure, innocent, filled with curiosity, and comfort at the same time. A rather delightful experience to have enjoyed, despite its simplicity. Alas that is enough, we must wake our traveler so he may start his day anew.”\n\n“Chris, open your eyes, it’s a brand new day.\n\n It would take a moment, but soon the winged canid fur would slowly stir from his slumber, a deep hearty yawn indicating he had indeed starting to awaken. As he shifted about, he would start to stretch his body, and upon closer observation he found himself within the monastery’s bedroom. Then there was a soft knock on the door, and as he got up to open the door he quickly noticed he didn’t recognize the fur at the door. That being said, Chris didn’t really know many of the other members, having only seen some in passing. She stood at the door, holding a bowl of what looked to be oatmeal. He couldn’t make out her species for she was wearing a robe of sorts, only her long hair giving away her gender, and the soft looking bump upon her chest as well. It was then that she would speak to Chris.\n\n“Come partake in the early morning meal, for there is much training to do still in you wish to leave the monastery at some point.”\n\n Chris nodded, got up, and follow her as they steadily made their way to one of the dinning halls. It was off to the side of one of the main hallways, their many of the other members who weren’t praying or meditating were eating, conversing, or sitting by themselves. It was rather interesting for the red and black furred canine to see. She looked at him for a moment before responding to his curious look.\n\n“You can see them? Perhaps you can see me then as well.” She stated as she revealed her face by pulling down her hood. “What do I look like to you?”\n\nChris took a moment to look her over as he responded, “Well, you’ve got a rather soft looking feline face, several cute whiskers on each cheek, beautiful glistening black fur, and slightly scary, but still pretty emerald green eyes.”\n\n“Is that so, well you are a bit on the handsome side yourself. At least I know you don’t mind then.”\n\n With that said she then directed Chris on where he could get some oatmeal for himself, meanwhile finding a spot for her to sit as she had been carrying her bowl for some time. So once Chris got his bowl of oatmeal he decided to join the feline lady who had woken him up, and the two began to talk about the training he would be receiving. Under her care with directives from Diorion, she would helping him improve upon his mental and physical fortitude. Reaction times to improve speed, along with combat techniques to improve both offensive as well as defensive capabilities. As such Chris would spend many months getting used to a routine of getting up early, eating, participating in mass, training, eating again, training once more, eating, than end the evening with meditation alongside education lessons before going to bed.\n\n It was a rather rough and vigorous routine, but it would start to pay off as his body started getting steadily stronger, improving his reaction time. The meditation was also improving his mental fortitude, while the consistent mass attendance would enlighten the young winged canid warrior. Eventually after several more months of preparation, a graduation ceremony was held where everyone gave Chris their well wishes, even Diorion and Anogiast as well gave their partings. Of course before Chris would make his way out the front doors, he was stopped forma final time by the pink lion being himself.\n\n“Chris, before you depart into this world of unknowns, take these relics with you. This gleaming holy armor will keep you safe in the darkest of shadows, and this staff has a gemstone imbued with the power of light itself. Treasure them, and don these relics to weild them to the fullest of your might.”\n\n Before Chris knew it, the armor was already upon his body, enchanted to fit his frame and his frame alone. The staff also within the grasps of his paws as he launched a beam of light from its center gemstone out of the staff’s tip. Chris thanked Diorion with a bow, Diorion chuckle giving a soft pat to the canid’s head as he told him to stay safe, and to come visit if he finds himself back home. Chris nodded, before waving to Diorion, Angogiast, and the monastery itself.\n",
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It started out as a dream, or was it a feeling, perhaps even just a thought. I forget where I had originally come from, but that didn’t bother me much. Rather I found myself awake, my mind and body seemingly working for the first time together alongside with my sight. My body however would seem to dispute this thought with the perceived age it took on, but yet I did not recognize the scenery of the world around me at this point. A gentle yellow orange light bathed my body while nearby trees ebbed and glowed with the light gust of wind blowing across. It would even tease the grass itself to dance along with it’s whims. A strange sensation would guide me towards a building tin the distance, wondering what it could be. Instead of attempting to make sense of this unusual place, I would simply follow my inner compass to that building.
How long it took was uncertain, in fact upon further speculation time itself started to seem like a foreign concept as well, it’s inner gears a mystery like a clockwork was to a leatherworker. Still I pressed on eventually reaching the rather large marble cut cathedral. Maybe it was odd it wasn’t here in the middle of the grassy forest, or maybe it made perfect sense, still that wasn’t the point. Something had brought me here, might as well take a look around. Opening the doors I looked around the building, noting it was indeed some sort of cathedral. A mass was seemingly already in session, as I walled towards the group a saw a beam of light filter through a nearby mosaic window. This display beamed a multitude of colors from its artistic creativity, and illuminated one figure in particular whom was doing the chanting.
A long slender, yet wide shouldered male with a rather exotic pink mane stood above the rest. Though he was seemingly clothed but just a robe, it became clear to me this figure only looked to be male, yet was not quite so. His curled glistened black horns indicating possible demonic origins too, yet his soft expression filled face did not seem to indicate malice. A long feline tail protruding out and slinking downwards seemed to indicate some sort of feline inspiration for the beast’s physically desires. Then a thought came into mind, what does my body look like I’ve been walking all this time and yet I do not know. Then a thought, or perhaps a soft voice neither male or female spoke to me.
“I have peered into your head, it seems your spirit I starting to awaken. You’ve been lost for some time, but do not rush yourself with such matters, your body is not yet ready to be viewed, even by yourself as you are just an infant within my domain. Instead, join us for a moment of collective meditation.”
Words of some sort I wished to reply with, but none I could speak, perhaps the voice was right. I wasn’t strong enough to will words, a voice, let alone a body apparently. I could not fathom how I was experiencing let alone interacting with the world, but even such complicated thoughts were tiring. Yet they were mine, and that was good enough, but still there was hesitation.
“Worry not mortal, l have no ill will to harm you in the after life, after all your journey to my realm from your own cements your safety so long as you cause no harm to those around you. Take the time to meditate, eventually you will find yourself taking on a body, and a will of your own. It will be then you shall find joy in the sun, sweetness in the fruit of this realm, and explore the world in a more in depth manner.”
Another voice would then introduce itself within the confines of my mind, a deeper voice, one that sounded to be more male in terms of tone. “Remember mortal, you’re body my not be fully fledged yet, but there are things worse than death of one’s mortal shell. Death of the soul is a much more painful experience, and although temporary, it can leave permanent scares on one’s being.”
Again unsure of the status of my own being I begin to question who this otherworldly being was as well. Then it appeared to my vision, though somewhat vaguely a tall midnight black dragon. This time he was towering above the pink lion looking horned creature, as if to protect him, perhaps his body guard. My mind’s next thoughts were, that’s probably why the cathedral was so large. Then he spoke again, “Ah yes your mortal brain is still stuck in its experiences and expectations of your previous life. I do not usually take on such a large form, furthermore, as one of the realm deities, physical restraints such as my size don’t actually restrain me as matter can be phased within or outside of myself to accommodate my large stature. Now rest your mind, you’ve already strained yourself with such a curious will.”
A brief moment of thought would envelop my being, and curiously I would watch the two figures embrace one another, but this would only occur once the large black dragon would shrink down to a more relatable size. A size in which the soft looking pink furred horned demon lion could give the figure a hug. The figures new appearance seemed to more resemble a soft feather male looking harpy one that had a bit of a flatter looking face. The warmth of the scene before me reminded me again of something I had seen in my previous life, or perhaps it was something I had felt; maybe even both. Then my mind’s consciousness began to mind, feeling sleepy. As such my body had formed some sort of ethereal looking form, but I was still too tired to make out what form it was. The last things I heard were the voices talking in my head, the ones stating my curiosity and will is rather strong to have formed an Astral body so early in my rebirth. Of course none of what they said made much sense to me, and being too tired to fully care, I found myself napping within the confines of the cathedral itself.
When I awakened next, I found myself surrounded my mass, looking around I again recognized the two figures before me, glancing my way before the voices spoke directly to my thoughts. “It seems our wandering soul has awakened.”
“Yes, and with a more fitting form to preform tasks within our realm, or even explore if he so desires.”
“He? Can we be so sure that is the gender he has chosen.”
“We very much can based on his appearance, in fact look, it seems our confirmation simply only reaffirmed the soul’s choice of gender.”
“Ah Diorion, it is true, his length is definitely a sight to behold, ah but perhaps we should give him appropriate wear and have him join mass for some time?”
“You would be correct, our friend here needs some time to acclimate to his new form, and mass would help enlighten his soul to prepare him for his future journeys.”
“Yes, let us assist with his internal well being, come child of my realm, Diorion shall gather you some garbage, and we can get started on your training.”
“Training?” I stated in a curious tone.
Diorion raised a pink fluffy paw as he patted the top of my head. “Well of course, I can tell your soul isn’t one to stay in one place for long periods of time. So when you do decide to leave you will be prepared for such.”
“I see, then I shall follow your lead until that time comes. What did you say your name was by chance?”
“My name is Diorion, as for you my pupil, take your time to think about your name. You don’t need to decide on one now, but when you do let me know.”
I would nod my head before taking the pink maned lion’s paw as he guided me to a room further down one of the side halls from the main cathedral entrance. “Here we go young one, now tell me your colors you envision yourself wearing, and if any particular style comes to mind.”
Before I even could, my mind ran through several styles at once, before settling on what was seemingly a historic favorite. It seemed Diorion recognized it rather quickly, and even made a comment regarding it. “So it seems you, and your soul have an affinity for a long ago civilization that called the Nile river the heart of its soul. Great pyramids dotted the Kingdom, words of power inscribed upon their walls, and their deceased buried with mountains of treasure within elaborate tombs. Silken robs of gold, blue, and purple while some wore dog faced Anubis masks. Even they were making beer as well too. I guess I can tell which world you come from now with better accuracy. Come let us pray little one for your soul is still weak to the whims of this realm.”
The young male; now with canid paws and attire suiting that of a priest themselves; would follow suit to a separate room. However, he wasn’t alone by himself with the enlighten yet simultaneously demonic looking lion, the large black dragon from earlier was also already awaiting their arrival as if some sort of prophetic sight that they would be there at that moment in time. Whatever the case may be, it was their Chris was instructed upon what to do next. It started with him kneeling upon one of the praying tables, and listening to their words of enlightenment filled to the brim with wisdom. Tales were told, tales were explored through their perceptive sight, allowed the canid male to experience their visions as if he had been there himself. Entire lifetimes were being flashed before him, lifetimes that were between Diorion and Anogiast were experienced in a matter of minutes, but even that was too much for the new soul’s vessel. A brief collapse signaled to the two overseers that it was time for them to let him rest and recoup his strength before further prayers.
While Chris was unconscious, he began to dream a familiar scene. He was at home, at least that’s what he believed it was. He seemed to be younger than he remembered being, but something had caught his attention. It was the home of his Grandparents, he was sitting on his Grandmother’s lap looking outside. It was raining, hard too, then suddenly a flash of lightning erupted across the sky, and for a brief second or two their was an eerie silence. Then came the crashing boom that startled the young male, whom was being held upon his Grandmother’s lap.
“There there Chris, it’s just a bit of a thunderstorm, we bet those from time to time.”
Suddenly Chris was a few years older, but this time his grandmother was in the kitchen nearby preparing lunch while Chris was watching another thunderstorm from the window. It seemed he had caught on to the fact that Spring, and Summer were the time they occurred most often. Being a tad bigger, he watched in awe as a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky from cloud to cloud, while a separate bolt struck the ground somewhere far from them. However not too far as once again the now all too familiar boom came rolling in, rumbling across the land and permeating through their insulated walls with an echoing boom. Chris was called for lunch, and the memory of the event began to fade temporarily. A new vision filled Chris’ mind as he now was relieving being a teenager, whom was stressed about something as his preoccupied mind caused him to squirm side to side. That was until he listened carefully, first hearing the soft pitter patter of the rain against the ground nearby through his window, then followed by the equally common soft low rumblings of a less active thunderstorm.
Usually the more active ones occurred during the day, the low rumbling ones were more likely to occur during the late night hours. Quickly these low rumblings permeated his thoughts, and in essence soothed the teenagers mind as he drifted off to asleep, his worries melting away as the storm itself too would fade. Then once again Chris heard the two voices talking in his head amongst him and themselves.
“Dear Diorion, what do you make of this fragment of the past?”
“My sweet Anogiast, this one still remembers whom he used to be. It seems despite the distance and length of time his body had passed, it seems his mind was more in tune to his body than most. Also common speak dictates these are called memories, at least based on his language standards.”
“Then what do you make of these memories?”
“Pure, innocent, filled with curiosity, and comfort at the same time. A rather delightful experience to have enjoyed, despite its simplicity. Alas that is enough, we must wake our traveler so he may start his day anew.”
“Chris, open your eyes, it’s a brand new day.
It would take a moment, but soon the winged canid fur would slowly stir from his slumber, a deep hearty yawn indicating he had indeed starting to awaken. As he shifted about, he would start to stretch his body, and upon closer observation he found himself within the monastery’s bedroom. Then there was a soft knock on the door, and as he got up to open the door he quickly noticed he didn’t recognize the fur at the door. That being said, Chris didn’t really know many of the other members, having only seen some in passing. She stood at the door, holding a bowl of what looked to be oatmeal. He couldn’t make out her species for she was wearing a robe of sorts, only her long hair giving away her gender, and the soft looking bump upon her chest as well. It was then that she would speak to Chris.
“Come partake in the early morning meal, for there is much training to do still in you wish to leave the monastery at some point.”
Chris nodded, got up, and follow her as they steadily made their way to one of the dinning halls. It was off to the side of one of the main hallways, their many of the other members who weren’t praying or meditating were eating, conversing, or sitting by themselves. It was rather interesting for the red and black furred canine to see. She looked at him for a moment before responding to his curious look.
“You can see them? Perhaps you can see me then as well.” She stated as she revealed her face by pulling down her hood. “What do I look like to you?”
Chris took a moment to look her over as he responded, “Well, you’ve got a rather soft looking feline face, several cute whiskers on each cheek, beautiful glistening black fur, and slightly scary, but still pretty emerald green eyes.”
“Is that so, well you are a bit on the handsome side yourself. At least I know you don’t mind then.”
With that said she then directed Chris on where he could get some oatmeal for himself, meanwhile finding a spot for her to sit as she had been carrying her bowl for some time. So once Chris got his bowl of oatmeal he decided to join the feline lady who had woken him up, and the two began to talk about the training he would be receiving. Under her care with directives from Diorion, she would helping him improve upon his mental and physical fortitude. Reaction times to improve speed, along with combat techniques to improve both offensive as well as defensive capabilities. As such Chris would spend many months getting used to a routine of getting up early, eating, participating in mass, training, eating again, training once more, eating, than end the evening with meditation alongside education lessons before going to bed.
It was a rather rough and vigorous routine, but it would start to pay off as his body started getting steadily stronger, improving his reaction time. The meditation was also improving his mental fortitude, while the consistent mass attendance would enlighten the young winged canid warrior. Eventually after several more months of preparation, a graduation ceremony was held where everyone gave Chris their well wishes, even Diorion and Anogiast as well gave their partings. Of course before Chris would make his way out the front doors, he was stopped forma final time by the pink lion being himself.
“Chris, before you depart into this world of unknowns, take these relics with you. This gleaming holy armor will keep you safe in the darkest of shadows, and this staff has a gemstone imbued with the power of light itself. Treasure them, and don these relics to weild them to the fullest of your might.”
Before Chris knew it, the armor was already upon his body, enchanted to fit his frame and his frame alone. The staff also within the grasps of his paws as he launched a beam of light from its center gemstone out of the staff’s tip. Chris thanked Diorion with a bow, Diorion chuckle giving a soft pat to the canid’s head as he told him to stay safe, and to come visit if he finds himself back home. Chris nodded, before waving to Diorion, Angogiast, and the monastery itself. ",
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