Azazor has been going to the Pyr bath every week for several months now. Each time, he asks Xarosse to massage him. This homine has a trick to relax him. Of course, she uses a special oil, probably savaniel-based if the smell is anything to go by. But she's got another trick. Her strong hands that know how to knead his flesh bruised by the dragon's breath? Her art of pressing just the right spot to relax and invigorate him at the same time? Yes, he goes there not only to relax - he's becoming increasingly irritable at the moment - but also to recharge his batteries. As soon as he gets out of the baths, he feels stronger than ever. As if... yes, as if he could take down fyrak with his bare hands! And it's not just a feeling.
Last time at the bar, he effortlessly smashed Naveruss's head, fighting naked with only his hatchet and shield, as recommended by marauder Krapoutos. Another time, he smeared the lumper Bakus with his bare hands in the simplest of fashion.
But this strength doesn't last. It gives way, more and more rapidly, to a state of extreme nervousness. It has to be said that life in the Empire doesn't help one stay calm. Of course, there's Naveruss's betrayal of the matis, who, he'd stake his life on it, seem to him to be more and more present within the Empire. There's also Ulymorus, who prefers to go it alone with his guild rather than become a legionnaire, Lyren, who's procrastinating, and Wixarika, who's absent (unless she too is in league with the matis like Naveruss).
And then there are the courses at the Imperial Academy with the great masters, as promised by Chancellor Euphanix ApothepsBut in the end, they weren't as exciting as he'd expected. Above all, he hates those haughty looks from the other students and teachers whenever something a little complex is explained. As if he, Azazor, the only fyros to have rediscovered Coriolis in generations, couldn't understand. He hates them. He hates them all! But he keeps his resentment in check. When he leaves the Academy, he takes it out on the kinchers in the burnt corridor, sometimes with his bare hands, sometimes with a pike. Often without armor. To feel the blows on his flesh. Eventually, he'll be crushed into nothing.
Fortunately, there's Uzykos. Along with Xarosse's massages, it's the only thing that manages to ease his suffering and calm his anger. His son is also studying at the Imperial Academy. Unlike him, he was lucky enough to enter as a child. In him flows the pure blood of the fyros. His mother is pure-blooded too. Her red hair speaks for itself. Uzykos will be a great fyros. Perhaps he'll end up Emperor? Someone who will restore the Empire's pride, away from all the parasites who are driving the Empire deeper into decadence every day.
HRP: Azazor's condition is the result of Canillia's poisoning with a derivative of black sap.
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Last time at the bar, he effortlessly smashed Naveruss's head, fighting naked with only his hatchet and shield, as recommended by marauder Krapoutos. Another time, he smeared the lumper Bakus with his bare hands in the simplest of fashion.
But this strength doesn't last. It gives way, more and more rapidly, to a state of extreme nervousness. It has to be said that life in the Empire doesn't help one stay calm. Of course, there's Naveruss's betrayal of the matis, who, he'd stake his life on it, seem to him to be more and more present within the Empire. There's also Ulymorus, who prefers to go it alone with his guild rather than become a legionnaire, Lyren, who's procrastinating, and Wixarika, who's absent (unless she too is in league with the matis like Naveruss).
And then there are the courses at the Imperial Academy with the great masters, as promised by Chancellor Euphanix ApothepsBut in the end, they weren't as exciting as he'd expected. Above all, he hates those haughty looks from the other students and teachers whenever something a little complex is explained. As if he, Azazor, the only fyros to have rediscovered Coriolis in generations, couldn't understand. He hates them. He hates them all! But he keeps his resentment in check. When he leaves the Academy, he takes it out on the kinchers in the burnt corridor, sometimes with his bare hands, sometimes with a pike. Often without armor. To feel the blows on his flesh. Eventually, he'll be crushed into nothing.
Fortunately, there's Uzykos. Along with Xarosse's massages, it's the only thing that manages to ease his suffering and calm his anger. His son is also studying at the Imperial Academy. Unlike him, he was lucky enough to enter as a child. In him flows the pure blood of the fyros. His mother is pure-blooded too. Her red hair speaks for itself. Uzykos will be a great fyros. Perhaps he'll end up Emperor? Someone who will restore the Empire's pride, away from all the parasites who are driving the Empire deeper into decadence every day.
HRP: Azazor's condition is the result of Canillia's poisoning with a derivative of black sap.
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