Originally posted by Isator Levi
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You know, I've never really been a fan of the notion of Ragara as secretly badass, but damn it if I can't see something to work with in the idea of him drawing longevity from a daiklave. If nothing else, it could be an idea that getting it to up the juice to him so that he can fight at a higher level is something he would only do under the most desperate circumstances because it would rapidly eat away at the life he has left.
I developed this image: Ragara sitting in a wheelchair, alone for the fact that his orderly has already gone out and fallen in his defence. He's sitting there, in a white robe yellowed with age, shrivelled and with lank, brittle hair hanging down from his pate, lifting himself slightly to look at the people confronting him. One ultimately moves forward to finally put him out of everybody's misery... and then a needle of blackened blood shoots from his left wrist, piercing the attacker in a vulnerable spot just enough to make them stagger back.
Ragara grasps the needle and drags it across the length of his body, pulling away lines of blood that follow the traces of his veins and arteries, shredding through his robe as they go, before congealing into the shape of a black and gold daiklave, with red accents. His left hand drops to the ornate ceramic head of his arm rest, crushing it to reveal a hearthstone, that he places into the daiklave.
Ragara stands, the remains of his robe dropping away to reveal a thin, wiry body covered in scar tissue, that rapidly blackens as though blood was congealing throughout his skin. He falls into a feral stance and lifts his weapon to rest upon his shoulder, while what hair he has straightens out and darkens a bit, and he raises his glance to look at those confronting him from beneath his brow.
Well, it's good enough for me.
(For a less overwrought version, and what originally came to my mind, there's something as simple as him keeping the sword concealed within his wheelchair, and if he draws it to fight, it confers enough vitality to effectively swing it around, but not quite sufficient to fully restore mobility)
I developed this image: Ragara sitting in a wheelchair, alone for the fact that his orderly has already gone out and fallen in his defence. He's sitting there, in a white robe yellowed with age, shrivelled and with lank, brittle hair hanging down from his pate, lifting himself slightly to look at the people confronting him. One ultimately moves forward to finally put him out of everybody's misery... and then a needle of blackened blood shoots from his left wrist, piercing the attacker in a vulnerable spot just enough to make them stagger back.
Ragara grasps the needle and drags it across the length of his body, pulling away lines of blood that follow the traces of his veins and arteries, shredding through his robe as they go, before congealing into the shape of a black and gold daiklave, with red accents. His left hand drops to the ornate ceramic head of his arm rest, crushing it to reveal a hearthstone, that he places into the daiklave.
Ragara stands, the remains of his robe dropping away to reveal a thin, wiry body covered in scar tissue, that rapidly blackens as though blood was congealing throughout his skin. He falls into a feral stance and lifts his weapon to rest upon his shoulder, while what hair he has straightens out and darkens a bit, and he raises his glance to look at those confronting him from beneath his brow.
Well, it's good enough for me.
(For a less overwrought version, and what originally came to my mind, there's something as simple as him keeping the sword concealed within his wheelchair, and if he draws it to fight, it confers enough vitality to effectively swing it around, but not quite sufficient to fully restore mobility)
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