ORIGIN

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Sharp watched her opponent respond with an admittedly big smile on her face. They-- the strange gembounds-- were listening to her! Well, not the cultist, but everyone else was! Even his protests couldn't put a stop to her confidence.

The gathering was now silent. It was her turn to speak, and convince them she was worth following.

"Power?" Sharp scoffed lightly. "I don't want power or Chaos in my life. You know what I REALLY want?" she walked into the center of the clearing, facing down the shadowy human. "I want to run through a field of flowers. I want to tell my hatchlings I love them. I want to make things that better people's lives, and see the smiles on my customer's faces. THAT'S what I want-- to contribute! NOT power, not destruction. I build things up. You? You tear them down in the name of false promises."

She beckoned to the crowd. "That's why you should FIGHT! FIGHT to run through a field of flowers! FIGHT to tell your family you love them! FIGHT to make the world a better place! Chaos is a false god-- the power was within you the entire time! So FIGHT!"

'Chaos is a false god!'

At this, there was a loud, resonating clang sound from somewhere deeper within the room. The partygoers shimmered, blinking, and one murmured "Flowers..." wistfully before the entire scene abruptly vanished. The people faded. The room fluctuated, and seemed to shrink down on itself in an instant into a black hole pinpoint of space--leaving Sharp standing in a rocky cavern, Emuh towering over her.

He stared down, ruffling shaggy feathers, and scrutinized her. "...YOU ARE WELL-SPOKEN!" he said at last, but there was a sinister warning to his voice. "YOU ALMOST HAD EMUH CONVINCED," and here he leaned down a smidge, "THAT YOU DO NOT SERVE CHAOS! ...HA. HOW SILLY AND... SUICIDAL THAT WOULD BE! NO... YOU SENT THEM TO FALL TO CHAOS. VERY GOOD."

One taloned foot reached for her head, to gently grip it, but this didn't seem a threat anymore so much as part of the procedure. "PRETEND THEY GATHERED THEIR WEAPONS AND WENT TO WAR AND FELL TO CHAOS, AS WAS YOUR DESIGN. NOW-..." There was a surge of magicka, from the owl's talons through the entirety of her body to the gemstone at her tail tip. Sharp would feel as though her magicka itself was being sapped away, as though the sharpness of her mind where enhanced by it was growing just a little fuzzy. Yet she would feel the potential blooming there: an open door swinging wide before her, inviting her to explore just a little more.

"EMUH IS DONE WITH YOU. NOW GO," the owl said, and turned, taking wing into the darkness of his cave.

Sharp has Transcended. She is now a Transcendent Strategist, and may work her way back up to Transcendent Genius. Upon attaining this rank, her player may post in Update Me to choose a Specialization (viewable in the Magic section of the Guidebook).

She has also learned the spell:

Divided We Fall:

Transcendent Intensity Manipulation. The user may attempt to rally or incite others into unity or conflict. Experienced speechcraft is imbued with magicka to influence even a large group, making the user seem extremely convincing.

@Sharp

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Sharp

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