Post by Gandigan on Dec 2, 2023 22:58:46 GMT -5
Gandigan waited alone. Alone on the Shinjin home that Kaeru had take him to. While the others were inside playing around, he was waiting for the right opportunity to leave and to seek out the old Mazoku named Tarron. He had been taken to Tarron's world with the help of the Shinjin's teleportation magic, and while there he had asked Tarron if there was any potential way that he could obtain life once more. The Mazoku was coy in his response, asking that Gandigan return alone, and so that's what he planned to do.
Once he felt as though the Shinjin were properly distracted Gandigan took off, having to fly to the other world this time around without the Shinjin's same teleportation abilities. The trek would take probably an hour in total as the world that Tarron had made his own was far away and isolated from the rest of the planetary cluster. As Gandigan flew he wondered just how many other worlds were inhabited by Namekians... were any of them? Maybe there were others he could make allies out of, if he only knew where to go.
To be honest, Gandigan was feeling a little nervous about this meeting. He didn't know much about Tarron or the rest of Cello's clan, and while he did trust the hex-fist he knew that the history of their clan was a little... combative. They had quarreled with Namekian leadership in the past, and it was possible that maybe Tarron held some of those same feelings that Cello did when he had first meet him. Hopefully he would be reasonable and open to change as well, though as long as he had a way for him to get his life back that's what really mattered to him.
After a while Gandigan was able to pick up on Tarron's energy level, slowing down his flight as he touched down just outside of the Mazoku's home. The structure was built in an almost identical fashion as what he had seen with Cello, though he had yet to venture inside. Despite being able to sense Tarron's energy nearby, actually locating the Mazoku proved to be rather difficult. It was as though Tarron wasn't in one spot at all, but instead all around him, making Gandigan feel a little uncomfortable.
All of a sudden a voice would beam into Gandigan's head. "Feeling a little... off? Come now; you should be familiar with this sort of magic by now." In front of Gandigan a small rift would begin to form. The Namekian stepped forward and reached out to touch it, only to have the world in front of him shimmer and then cracked. The magic that had once stood faded away, revealing Tarron to be seated in a meditative pose. "My tribe usually prefers the comfort of being hidden away. Sorry if I startled you."
Gandigan should have known. He recalled the encounter he had with Cello, when the hex-fist had taken him to where his village had once lain. There was some sort of protective magic there that shield the village from sight and touch. Somehow Cello had been able to disable the magic and the two could enter, but it would seem as though that magic has existed for a long time before Cello if Tarron was able to control it as well. Was this somehow connected to the method of revival that Tarron had hinted at earlier?
"Startled? I wouldn't say that. Just not expecting that sort of introduction." Tarron stood up from the ground and approached Gandigan, offering out a hand which the Mazoku accepted and shook. "You should probably also know by now that I'm not a big fan of outside visits. That sort of magic keeps away unwanted guests. You'd be surprised how many of them there are; they fly around looking for their own world to occupy. I wait until they'll lulled and then... well, we're not here to discuss that are we?"
Gandigan preferred not to continue that line of thought. "Right... the last time I was here, you told me that you might know of a way for me to get my life back?" Tarron nodded. "Aye, but it won't be easy. In order to do what you ask of me we will require much. The price is heavy, but I believe I have found a way. Come with me inside and I shall show you." Tarron turned and made his way inside of his stone brick home, followed shortly after by Gandigan who trailed behind.
When he stepped inside he found a interior similar to what he had witnessed with Cello, though the big difference here was that everything was in pristine condition. Seeing this sort of architecture in the prime of it's life was almost shocking to Gandigan, considering just how ruined everything had been within Cello's home. It was a view that made him feel at home, as though every Mazoku should be living in a place that looked just like this.
Within the center of the room lay a lectern which had two candles burning on either side. The entire room was filled with candle light, as Tarron had built his home without any sort of windows at all, and he didn't expect for there be any electricity here either. The walls and floors were pitch black, constructed out of some sort of obsidian stone, but the bookshelves and surprisingly intricate tapestries provided a lot of color to the otherwise cold interior.
Tarron guided Gandigan over to the lectern, which had a book open on it. "As I told you before when I first heard your request I wasn't sure if it was something I was able to do. I have heard rumors of such an ritual which might be able to achieve a second life, but I had no guarantees. I've been pouring over the works I have available to me in search of more information, and I believe I may have found something that could work in your situation."
Gandigan looked down at the paper and tried to decipher the words, though it was written in the same language as the pamphlet that he had handed Cello. "Don't worry, Gandigan. I don't expect you to be able to read this, though I'm a bit surprised that your friend Cello never offered to teach you...? I guess you didn't have the time. In any case this is a language that is restricted to our clan. We created it ourselves so that we could always speak in private to each other."
Gandigan could understand that. From what he knew, the Mazoku's own language was created for similar purposes, though it did mean separating themselves from the other clans. Most were already happy to do that though, and it's not like the Dragon or Warriors of that time cared. The bad blood between the various castes at that time was well documented, and it wasn't difficult to see why Cello's tribe had decided to isolate themselves from everyone all together.
"I'll go over the basics for you. To start, I'll need to give you a little history lesson. This tome was passed down from leader to leader from our clan, until it came to me. When I first read what was within... well, to tell you the truth I was a little shocked. This knowledge that is within this treatise is not something that just anybody should have their hands on. That is why when I passed I had it taken with me to the other side, so that it could be protected from those who would seek to abuse it."
Gandigan looked back down at the paper, questioning just what it was he had walked into. "Long before my time, our people attempted find a way to pass into the otherworld. You know of the devices known as Guiding Candles? You can think of them as a sort of precursor to them. They thought to find those who had died to seek knowledge from them, yet the methods they used were crude and unsuccessful. They managed to pass through the barrier, but in the process they lost their lives."
Gandigan could understand that. Even right now he was seeking out knowledge of a long dead Namekian, so history was repeating itself. "Anyway, my clansmen weren't very content to stay dead, and so they began searching for ways in which they could reverse the process and claim their lives back. They tried a number of methods which I'm sure you've probably already heard from those Shinjin friends of yours, but they all resulted in failure. It took a great sacrifice to find something that worked."
Sacrifice. Gandigan had already heard that word been used before. "As you may or may not know the Shinjin have a unique ability that allows them to transport their life essence into another's being. There is an ability that is used incredibly rarely as it is considered a great shame for a Kai to die, as well as the fact that the Kais have a natural distance for interacting with the living world. Once my ancestors found this out they had managed to fine their way to achieve life once more."
Now things were starting to come together. "So they managed to actually find a Shinjin who was willing to go along with their plans, huh? That can't have been easy." An odd look came over Tarron's face; one that Gandigan couldn't quite deduce the meaning of. "You could say that. In any case this method is what I believe we should be using, but I wish it were as simple as that. I'm afraid that due to your circumstances we're going to need to make a few, well, modifications to the method."
Of course there were some complications; when was anything simple up here? "What do you mean by that? My circumstances?" Tarron looked at Gandigan like he was an idiot. "Do I really need to explain myself? My ancestors were... a lot weaker than you are. Their souls were rather easily to reproduce; they were able to split a single Shinjin's soul amongst them all. You on the other hand... so much power in your hands. We're going to have to produce a tonic that enhances the power of the soul to fit into you."
Well, that made sense. Gandigan had grown into being one of the most powerful beings in the universe. It made sense that bringing him back to life was going to take a lot of power, and from the sound of things it would appear as though Tarron already had a few ideas on how to go about doing that. "Well, I've seen that garden you've got outside. Clearly you have some experience with alchemy so I'm going to go ahead and assume that you've already got something in store for me?"
Tarron nodded. "I've been working over some potion ideas ever since you brought up your issue with me. I've got a few ingredients already here that I've tried out, but nothing that was able to quite produce the effect that we're looking for. If we want to get you back to life then I'm afraid that it's going to take more than what I've got on hand right now. There are a few places where we might be able to go to get our hands on more powerful ingredients though..."
Here we go. Gandigan had already traveled with Remin to a strange world to collect ingredients for a poison, so he was no stranger to this. Tarron's words made it seem as though this trip would be a lot more dangerous than his last, but if that's what it took to get his life back then so be it. He was prepared to pay the price.
WC: 1,973
Once he felt as though the Shinjin were properly distracted Gandigan took off, having to fly to the other world this time around without the Shinjin's same teleportation abilities. The trek would take probably an hour in total as the world that Tarron had made his own was far away and isolated from the rest of the planetary cluster. As Gandigan flew he wondered just how many other worlds were inhabited by Namekians... were any of them? Maybe there were others he could make allies out of, if he only knew where to go.
To be honest, Gandigan was feeling a little nervous about this meeting. He didn't know much about Tarron or the rest of Cello's clan, and while he did trust the hex-fist he knew that the history of their clan was a little... combative. They had quarreled with Namekian leadership in the past, and it was possible that maybe Tarron held some of those same feelings that Cello did when he had first meet him. Hopefully he would be reasonable and open to change as well, though as long as he had a way for him to get his life back that's what really mattered to him.
After a while Gandigan was able to pick up on Tarron's energy level, slowing down his flight as he touched down just outside of the Mazoku's home. The structure was built in an almost identical fashion as what he had seen with Cello, though he had yet to venture inside. Despite being able to sense Tarron's energy nearby, actually locating the Mazoku proved to be rather difficult. It was as though Tarron wasn't in one spot at all, but instead all around him, making Gandigan feel a little uncomfortable.
All of a sudden a voice would beam into Gandigan's head. "Feeling a little... off? Come now; you should be familiar with this sort of magic by now." In front of Gandigan a small rift would begin to form. The Namekian stepped forward and reached out to touch it, only to have the world in front of him shimmer and then cracked. The magic that had once stood faded away, revealing Tarron to be seated in a meditative pose. "My tribe usually prefers the comfort of being hidden away. Sorry if I startled you."
Gandigan should have known. He recalled the encounter he had with Cello, when the hex-fist had taken him to where his village had once lain. There was some sort of protective magic there that shield the village from sight and touch. Somehow Cello had been able to disable the magic and the two could enter, but it would seem as though that magic has existed for a long time before Cello if Tarron was able to control it as well. Was this somehow connected to the method of revival that Tarron had hinted at earlier?
"Startled? I wouldn't say that. Just not expecting that sort of introduction." Tarron stood up from the ground and approached Gandigan, offering out a hand which the Mazoku accepted and shook. "You should probably also know by now that I'm not a big fan of outside visits. That sort of magic keeps away unwanted guests. You'd be surprised how many of them there are; they fly around looking for their own world to occupy. I wait until they'll lulled and then... well, we're not here to discuss that are we?"
Gandigan preferred not to continue that line of thought. "Right... the last time I was here, you told me that you might know of a way for me to get my life back?" Tarron nodded. "Aye, but it won't be easy. In order to do what you ask of me we will require much. The price is heavy, but I believe I have found a way. Come with me inside and I shall show you." Tarron turned and made his way inside of his stone brick home, followed shortly after by Gandigan who trailed behind.
When he stepped inside he found a interior similar to what he had witnessed with Cello, though the big difference here was that everything was in pristine condition. Seeing this sort of architecture in the prime of it's life was almost shocking to Gandigan, considering just how ruined everything had been within Cello's home. It was a view that made him feel at home, as though every Mazoku should be living in a place that looked just like this.
Within the center of the room lay a lectern which had two candles burning on either side. The entire room was filled with candle light, as Tarron had built his home without any sort of windows at all, and he didn't expect for there be any electricity here either. The walls and floors were pitch black, constructed out of some sort of obsidian stone, but the bookshelves and surprisingly intricate tapestries provided a lot of color to the otherwise cold interior.
Tarron guided Gandigan over to the lectern, which had a book open on it. "As I told you before when I first heard your request I wasn't sure if it was something I was able to do. I have heard rumors of such an ritual which might be able to achieve a second life, but I had no guarantees. I've been pouring over the works I have available to me in search of more information, and I believe I may have found something that could work in your situation."
Gandigan looked down at the paper and tried to decipher the words, though it was written in the same language as the pamphlet that he had handed Cello. "Don't worry, Gandigan. I don't expect you to be able to read this, though I'm a bit surprised that your friend Cello never offered to teach you...? I guess you didn't have the time. In any case this is a language that is restricted to our clan. We created it ourselves so that we could always speak in private to each other."
Gandigan could understand that. From what he knew, the Mazoku's own language was created for similar purposes, though it did mean separating themselves from the other clans. Most were already happy to do that though, and it's not like the Dragon or Warriors of that time cared. The bad blood between the various castes at that time was well documented, and it wasn't difficult to see why Cello's tribe had decided to isolate themselves from everyone all together.
"I'll go over the basics for you. To start, I'll need to give you a little history lesson. This tome was passed down from leader to leader from our clan, until it came to me. When I first read what was within... well, to tell you the truth I was a little shocked. This knowledge that is within this treatise is not something that just anybody should have their hands on. That is why when I passed I had it taken with me to the other side, so that it could be protected from those who would seek to abuse it."
Gandigan looked back down at the paper, questioning just what it was he had walked into. "Long before my time, our people attempted find a way to pass into the otherworld. You know of the devices known as Guiding Candles? You can think of them as a sort of precursor to them. They thought to find those who had died to seek knowledge from them, yet the methods they used were crude and unsuccessful. They managed to pass through the barrier, but in the process they lost their lives."
Gandigan could understand that. Even right now he was seeking out knowledge of a long dead Namekian, so history was repeating itself. "Anyway, my clansmen weren't very content to stay dead, and so they began searching for ways in which they could reverse the process and claim their lives back. They tried a number of methods which I'm sure you've probably already heard from those Shinjin friends of yours, but they all resulted in failure. It took a great sacrifice to find something that worked."
Sacrifice. Gandigan had already heard that word been used before. "As you may or may not know the Shinjin have a unique ability that allows them to transport their life essence into another's being. There is an ability that is used incredibly rarely as it is considered a great shame for a Kai to die, as well as the fact that the Kais have a natural distance for interacting with the living world. Once my ancestors found this out they had managed to fine their way to achieve life once more."
Now things were starting to come together. "So they managed to actually find a Shinjin who was willing to go along with their plans, huh? That can't have been easy." An odd look came over Tarron's face; one that Gandigan couldn't quite deduce the meaning of. "You could say that. In any case this method is what I believe we should be using, but I wish it were as simple as that. I'm afraid that due to your circumstances we're going to need to make a few, well, modifications to the method."
Of course there were some complications; when was anything simple up here? "What do you mean by that? My circumstances?" Tarron looked at Gandigan like he was an idiot. "Do I really need to explain myself? My ancestors were... a lot weaker than you are. Their souls were rather easily to reproduce; they were able to split a single Shinjin's soul amongst them all. You on the other hand... so much power in your hands. We're going to have to produce a tonic that enhances the power of the soul to fit into you."
Well, that made sense. Gandigan had grown into being one of the most powerful beings in the universe. It made sense that bringing him back to life was going to take a lot of power, and from the sound of things it would appear as though Tarron already had a few ideas on how to go about doing that. "Well, I've seen that garden you've got outside. Clearly you have some experience with alchemy so I'm going to go ahead and assume that you've already got something in store for me?"
Tarron nodded. "I've been working over some potion ideas ever since you brought up your issue with me. I've got a few ingredients already here that I've tried out, but nothing that was able to quite produce the effect that we're looking for. If we want to get you back to life then I'm afraid that it's going to take more than what I've got on hand right now. There are a few places where we might be able to go to get our hands on more powerful ingredients though..."
Here we go. Gandigan had already traveled with Remin to a strange world to collect ingredients for a poison, so he was no stranger to this. Tarron's words made it seem as though this trip would be a lot more dangerous than his last, but if that's what it took to get his life back then so be it. He was prepared to pay the price.
WC: 1,973