Li Long Fei is dead. There is unity in statements of perception, but ultimately truth, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. Those who believe the mercenary known as Li Long Fei dead are correct, because Li Long Fei never was. Those who believe he yet lives need only look to find the newest passenger of the Sulfur Gulch Guns, and the connect his heavy cloak and the tattoos that are concealed beneath it with the mysterious shifting ink that Li Long Fei was so famed for... Both are correct, but it no longer matters. A new mask has slipped over the dragon's eyes, and a new personality has infected his consciousness. Meet Miles Nuada, a freelancing Mystic recently "hired" by Sulfur Gulch Guns to deal with the increasing number of people who would appreciate receiving their heads on various spikes. He prefers the title "Mystic Supreme." He's currently in the midst of creating a reputation for himself as a Clairvoyant and a Healer. He also has a habit of speaking in ancient pre-rifts wisdom and Ice-Cream Koans. So. Good luck with that. |
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These are the writings of Hei-Lo, Chiang-Ku dragon, hatched to an unknown sire in the continent of "America".
Hei-Lo is rare because he is a Chiang-Ku hatchling in a world that does not belive Chiang-Ku still exist. An excerpt from a treatise on dragons long crumbles to dust, preserved in the memories of his parent: "When ancient Atlantis disappeared in the wake of a horrible dimensional disaster, hundreds of Chiang-Ku perished with it. Those who survived fled Earth for fear of becoming trapped on the planet, as its mystic energies began to wane at an astonishing rate; a strange anomaly somehow linked to the disappearance of 46 Atlantis. The majority of the Chiang-Ku left earth around 1500 B.C. when magic energy became a rare commodity. The tiny remaining handful, found themselves trapped and forced to live out their lives on Earth in secrecy. With the exception of the 20th century villain known as Chiang-Six, the last of the dragons perished shortly after the advent of written history. It may have very well been one of the last Chiang-Ku dragons that fell to Saint George. What transpired in other dimensions to cause the dragons' numbers dwindling to near extinction remains a mystery. Some have suggested that the dragons became embroiled in a war between dimensions and suffered cataclysmic casualties. A more likely explanation is that the dragons contracted a deadly virus during a visit to an alien dimension. The virus could have spread like a plague, killing hundreds of thousands of Chiang-Ku. Despite the common belief that the dragons became extinct long ago, talk persists that Chiang-Ku do exist and may, in fact, have returned to Rifts-Earth. However, none of these rumors have been substantiated." Dragons are imprinted with many things when they are hatched; Memories, knowledge, and intrinsic understandings of esoteric and complicated magical, psionics, historical, and technical subjects are par for the course. More unusual, however, is the imprinting of a mandate, and a distinct lack of context to the memories and knowledge recieved. All Chiang-Ku are rare beyond belief, however, Hei-Lo is UNIQUE. He is the only Chiang-Ku alive who does not know his sire, even in passing. Were they to meet, he would greet them as a stranger... and perhaps that is their purpose? Every memory, every story, every fact passed down to him was carefully altered to conceal the identity of his progenitor, and the young dragon is distraught at this intrinsic lack of connection. He remembers death, and pain, though whether the memories are of his sire causing or failing to prevent it, he will never know, and the voice that has rattled in his ear since his birth has provided no more answers. He only remembers a cryptic mandate, scant words to take comfort from. It is, the voice told him, his purpose on this continent. His reason for existing: "Tomorrow, there will be dragons." He began searching for others of his kind at once, and found hope in the very first her discovered. The Flamewind known as Mason spoke of something called the Tomorrow Legion... Tomorrow. The voice stopped upon their meeting, all trace of it gone from his mind. He cocked his head, confused. Try as he might, Hei-Lo could scarcely even remember the voice that instructed him so carefully on the ways of the world, or the feel of their mind as memories pass in front of him that are not his own... But the final words lingered. Tomorrow. He travels now with the dragon Mason, and his Legion of Tomorrow. Maybe they will provide the answers he seeks. Maybe if he follows Tomorrow, his progenitor will be pleased. Maybe, they will love him. He smiles dumbly at the concept. Maybe. The smile grows wider. Yes! That's it! He will find Tomorrow, and the voice will return. A whistle takes the lips of the mercenary Li Long Fei, the human guise Hei-Lo has taken to better blend among this strange band. A Quickflex Mercenary shouts back at him. (The Uncle of the Dragon Mason? Strange parentage, but who is he to argue?) "Hey. What's got you whistling? We're supposed to be quiet here." Long Fei smiles. "Nothing, Sir Ed. Just looking forward to Tomorrow." |
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