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OPTIONAL SIDE QUEST: You followed a strange wolf across the tundra and were startled to observe it leap off a cliff, shapeshifting into an eagle and flying into the sky beyond. Depict your tokota following the wolf or observing its leap of faith and/or its transformation. Is your tokota compelled to try to follow it, or do they turn away to find a safer route?

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Events in this story are not necessarily canon with official Tokotas lore.

Sebastian heard the faint sound of irregular hoofbeats coming from the darkness of the tunnel behind him. Peering over his shoulder, he spotted a pair of glowing green eyes bobbing up and down moments before a dark spirit that looked vaguely like a black rabbit with a goat's hindlegs and chubby webbed wings hopped into view. It seemed oddly happy to see him, but the tokota didn't have time to acknowledge its expression as he lashed out with a terrified yelp, kicking the spirit back down the tunnel.

"You didn't have to wreck Carl," Meelanik commented in Sebastian's head.

Button gave the tokota a puzzled look as he began sputtering nonsense that eventually ended in: "That's Carl?!"

"Uh, yes?"

"That's the spirit you stole from Borga?"

"Stole is a strong word," Meelanik replied. Sebastian could just feel the spirit sneering as he spoke. "It simply decided it liked me more."

Sebastian was visibly confused. "They can do that?"

"Normally no. That one's an oddity."

Watching the lesser spirit's glowing eyes sway around, dazed, in the darkness, Sebastian asked, "Why'd you name it Carl?"

"I didn't. It came with that name."

"Then why would you let Borga think it was your idea?" he demanded, immediately feeling strangely self-conscious about shouting at the ceiling.

"Because it annoys him!" Meelanik laughed. "And he can ruin a lot of mortals' days when he's annoyed."

Sebastian sighed in defeat and took this opportunity to look around the room. While the roof of the chamber stretched high above his head, the rest of the room was decidedly empty. The doors he'd briefly noticed on entering the space began to rotate around the walls. He attempted to watch, but their dizzying speed left him on the verge of motion sickness, forcing him to look away.

"Though I'll admit I wasn't expecting Carl to be able to control the weather."

"Wait, what?" Sebastian snapped, looking up from the floor. Was this stupid looking rabbit thing what chased him through the ravine? Before he could demand an answer, however, the doors came to a scraping halt. The tokota was surprised to find that they had morphed into two archways that now stood side by side, each leading to impossibly large areas that somehow didn't intersect with each other. It was like the arches led to different dimensions entirely - one leading to a bright forest while the other opened up to the tundra.

Meelanik's voice pushed into his mind once more, "Each door will offer you a new challenge. You must pass through at least three doorways to be granted access to the shrine. Gather whatever measly strength you have and do try to stay alert."

"Really..." Sebastian replied unenthusiastically. "Rule of three and all? What is this - a video game?" He was getting tired of the spirit's tasks at this point. He didn't even want to be roped into this in the first place.

"Just pick a door, you impudent little blob of meat," Meelanik's voice snarled in his mind.

Behind him, Carl hopped out of the darkness. The dark spirit's eyes lit up with excitement as it bounded over to the forest archway, pausing to look back at the tokota expectantly. Sebastian gave the amalgamation an irritated glare and promptly headed for the other door. Carl whimpered and attempted to follow only to run into the now solid wall.

Once through the portal, Sebastian was greeted by a chill wind. Hearing a sound behind him, a quick glance confirmed the archway had disappeared. A short distance away on a hilltop stood a lone wolf that he had glimpsed through the arch. It was observing him in silence, cocking its head to the side when he made eye contact with it before trotting off across the tundra. It would frequently pause to look back at him as if it expected him to follow. In the opposite direction, the shapes of many temporary man-made structures dotted the horizon. Sebastian involuntarily pinned his ears back at the sight of the structures. Interacting with humans was always a bad idea. As far as he was concerned, no good could come from heading over there. He turned and confidently followed the wolf.

The wolf led him on a winding path over the rolling hills of the tundra. Sebastian had no idea where it could possibly be taking him. Rather than wonder, he busied himself with watching the scenery - spindly trees, lichen-covered boulders and crumbling stone structures that were reclaimed by nature long ago. His paws began to feel cold. Looking down, he realized the ground was beginning to disappear under a layer of snow as the wolf led him higher up. The blanket of snow thickened as the tundra abruptly ended in a sheer cliff.

The wolf suddenly gathered speed and leapt from the edge. Sebastian rushed after it, stopping at the edge to watch helplessly. The bottom of the cliff was shrouded by a cloudy mist and he just spotted the wolf's small form as it too was swallowed up by it. A howl began from within the fog, shifting to rise into the call of an eagle as its owner - the wolf now transformed into an enormous golden eagle - emerged from the mist. It swooped above the tokota and lazily wheeled in the sky above, tilting its head to watch him before gliding off beyond the cliff.

Description
OPTIONAL SIDE QUEST: You followed a strange wolf across the tundra and were startled to observe it leap off a cliff, shapeshifting into an eagle and flying into the sky beyond. Depict your tokota following the wolf or observing its leap of faith and/or its transformation. Is your tokota compelled to try to follow it, or do they turn away to find a safer route?

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Previous | Next

Events in this story are not necessarily canon with official Tokotas lore.

Sebastian heard the faint sound of irregular hoofbeats coming from the darkness of the tunnel behind him. Peering over his shoulder, he spotted a pair of glowing green eyes bobbing up and down moments before a dark spirit that looked vaguely like a black rabbit with a goat's hindlegs and chubby webbed wings hopped into view. It seemed oddly happy to see him, but the tokota didn't have time to acknowledge its expression as he lashed out with a terrified yelp, kicking the spirit back down the tunnel.

"You didn't have to wreck Carl," Meelanik commented in Sebastian's head.

Button gave the tokota a puzzled look as he began sputtering nonsense that eventually ended in: "That's Carl?!"

"Uh, yes?"

"That's the spirit you stole from Borga?"

"Stole is a strong word," Meelanik replied. Sebastian could just feel the spirit sneering as he spoke. "It simply decided it liked me more."

Sebastian was visibly confused. "They can do that?"

"Normally no. That one's an oddity."

Watching the lesser spirit's glowing eyes sway around, dazed, in the darkness, Sebastian asked, "Why'd you name it Carl?"

"I didn't. It came with that name."

"Then why would you let Borga think it was your idea?" he demanded, immediately feeling strangely self-conscious about shouting at the ceiling.

"Because it annoys him!" Meelanik laughed. "And he can ruin a lot of mortals' days when he's annoyed."

Sebastian sighed in defeat and took this opportunity to look around the room. While the roof of the chamber stretched high above his head, the rest of the room was decidedly empty. The doors he'd briefly noticed on entering the space began to rotate around the walls. He attempted to watch, but their dizzying speed left him on the verge of motion sickness, forcing him to look away.

"Though I'll admit I wasn't expecting Carl to be able to control the weather."

"Wait, what?" Sebastian snapped, looking up from the floor. Was this stupid looking rabbit thing what chased him through the ravine? Before he could demand an answer, however, the doors came to a scraping halt. The tokota was surprised to find that they had morphed into two archways that now stood side by side, each leading to impossibly large areas that somehow didn't intersect with each other. It was like the arches led to different dimensions entirely - one leading to a bright forest while the other opened up to the tundra.

Meelanik's voice pushed into his mind once more, "Each door will offer you a new challenge. You must pass through at least three doorways to be granted access to the shrine. Gather whatever measly strength you have and do try to stay alert."

"Really..." Sebastian replied unenthusiastically. "Rule of three and all? What is this - a video game?" He was getting tired of the spirit's tasks at this point. He didn't even want to be roped into this in the first place.

"Just pick a door, you impudent little blob of meat," Meelanik's voice snarled in his mind.

Behind him, Carl hopped out of the darkness. The dark spirit's eyes lit up with excitement as it bounded over to the forest archway, pausing to look back at the tokota expectantly. Sebastian gave the amalgamation an irritated glare and promptly headed for the other door. Carl whimpered and attempted to follow only to run into the now solid wall.

Once through the portal, Sebastian was greeted by a chill wind. Hearing a sound behind him, a quick glance confirmed the archway had disappeared. A short distance away on a hilltop stood a lone wolf that he had glimpsed through the arch. It was observing him in silence, cocking its head to the side when he made eye contact with it before trotting off across the tundra. It would frequently pause to look back at him as if it expected him to follow. In the opposite direction, the shapes of many temporary man-made structures dotted the horizon. Sebastian involuntarily pinned his ears back at the sight of the structures. Interacting with humans was always a bad idea. As far as he was concerned, no good could come from heading over there. He turned and confidently followed the wolf.

The wolf led him on a winding path over the rolling hills of the tundra. Sebastian had no idea where it could possibly be taking him. Rather than wonder, he busied himself with watching the scenery - spindly trees, lichen-covered boulders and crumbling stone structures that were reclaimed by nature long ago. His paws began to feel cold. Looking down, he realized the ground was beginning to disappear under a layer of snow as the wolf led him higher up. The blanket of snow thickened as the tundra abruptly ended in a sheer cliff.

The wolf suddenly gathered speed and leapt from the edge. Sebastian rushed after it, stopping at the edge to watch helplessly. The bottom of the cliff was shrouded by a cloudy mist and he just spotted the wolf's small form as it too was swallowed up by it. A howl began from within the fog, shifting to rise into the call of an eagle as its owner - the wolf now transformed into an enormous golden eagle - emerged from the mist. It swooped above the tokota and lazily wheeled in the sky above, tilting its head to watch him before gliding off beyond the cliff.