Villager: KAIJEN 0076
Name: KAIJEN 0076
Location: Dragonsmaw Manor
Born 1 year, 2 months ago
House: Dragonsmaw Manor House (1/50)
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KAIJEN 0076 is infected with Lycanthropy. Changes into a beastly monster after exposure to moonlight or especially frustrating board games. Howling at the moon relieves the symptoms for a little while, but use a Golden Apple for best results.
KAIJEN 0076 looks stunning!
KAIJEN 0076's very special treasure!
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(Note: Most Zarians cannot pronounce the sounds "F" and "D", and usually substitute "Ri" and "Z", respectively. Shi'Zaira cannot pronounce "D"s very well, but she can say "F"s due to the general human knowledge of English.)
A flurry of ice, a blast of Blue, and a fearsome beast appears in the distance, The Zarian werewolf, Shi'Zaira, summons the piercing cold with a mournful howl. Bathed in the color charge of Blue, that color may be the very last thing you see before she strikes you down with her blades.
Es keres o paeiti?
Why are they missing? Tell me!
Era tet curi tet qiu iue sinimi trim?!
I zon't unzerstand anything anymore...
A crash in the chasm, a compressing of air, and suddenly you're face to face with a bulky beast of grime and shadows. Two abyssal eyes stare at you with a bone-chilling intensity, and another crash echoes from its bony mouth with terrifying intensity.
Spiky tendrils adorns its bowed head, which itself is seemingly shifting constantly. Calm breathing escapes the creature's sinuous nostrils set within a hanging nose.
Its bowed head sits atop a towering, muscular body. It's ribs stab through its chest like daggers, but what this means will hopefully remain a mystery.
The creature takes a step forward, its four legs stumblingly carry its dark-furred body with a serene energy. A scythe-like tail slides behind it, each movement scrapes the floor beneath it.
The creature ignores you, it doesn't even look in your direction anymore.
It's very tough getting me to speak. Would you care about what I have to say?
Oh, I could weave a story for you, but I am not the Seamstress. However, since you took the time to find me, I'll let you in on a couple things.
I come from the Zarian city Na'Hurien. For so long, the snow has cloakez me, concealez me, from a thousand monsters. I am the shadow to her light, the ice to her fire. I am known as Whisper, Sorrow, Shi'Zaira, or Bluespot. Call me what you like, for I no longer have the heart to care. Winter...bless her heart...she knows nothing of me. Only the lie we wove to escape that horriz place. I would rather face zeath than go back.
Translated Version of the Zarian poem: " What I Am" by Gyrriun Wasket
I am your worst fear.
I am your dominance, your desire to control.
I am your submission, giving in to primal urges.
I am the lost one, running alone.
I am the found one, with comrades to stand beside.
I am the puppy, forced to obey.
I am the dog, the one who ran away.
I am the wolf, with my pack, my strength increases tenfold.
I am your hope, what you have longed for.
I am your grief, the very thing that is missing.
But I am the beast, who wishes to pull you down with me, so run, before it is too late.
Ơ̝̝̳ͪ̉ͣ̀N̢̩̭̳͔͔͇̞͉ͯ̽̒ͮ͒ͤ̔̒̚ͅE̷̝͕̺̣̗͉͟ ̃ͥ҉̳̲M̜̯͔̹̤̫̣̯̥͕͕̤̋ͥ̈͛͌ͦͫ̇͌̄͐̊U͗̄ͭ̿̔̊ͫ͏̼̻͓̼͕̼͕S̶̰̏͝T̸̃͆̌̄ͭ̽ͣ̃̍͐ͦ̚ ̱̘͙͇̙͈̻͈̎̽͗̑̐ͪͣ̚Ę҉̦̞̼̫̟ͅS̯̞̹̯͓̤̰̞̝̟͙̻̝ͪ̂̓̂̏ͤ͂͊̎̽͒̓ͫČ̴̜̟̾̀Ã̫͙̱̀̐̕͘͜P̕͢Eͬ͏̠͢ ̛̪͔͕̟ͥ̃ͣ̓͝T̓̈́̏͂̊̓ͣ̎ͮͮ̈́́҉̕H̵̖̼̘͙̪͔̻̺͙̋ͬ̉͋ͭ̽̋̏̓̏́ͅE͓̞͖͇̰̩͓̼͇͈ ̹̫̥͈̲̱̖̻̥̼̜̲͍̥̎ͦͧ̉̉͂ͦͤ̉͊̐ͯ̊̏F̛̪̱͚͇̰͍͉̰̙̭͇̗̞̺͛͂ͣ̏͆̓ͤͮͫͣͪ̑̈́̐̿ͅOͨG̟͉̖̣͙̮͎̱̱̻̫̭̗̫͆̔ͤ͒ͥͥ͌ͪͣ͊̄̓̇̍̚ͅ ͂͆̂̂̾̔͘Tͯͦ͟O̮̳͕̥̗͔̩̬̯̤̗̭̬̥ ̮̭̦͉̫͕̲̫͕̻̑ͪ͋̒̋͆ͧ̍ͨͯṠ̜̘̘̮̂̃̓Ȅ̀́͜Ḛ͚̪̪͉̼ͅͅ.̮͕͖̣̝͈͓̻̠̣͕̯̘̩ͅ ̙̦͎̰̥ͥͣ̐̓̚T̢̝̘̣̮̥͇̞̙̠̭͓̯͓̍̽̋͛͐ͬ͗̅̂̐̽ͪ͂̀À̲̪̟̟͙̞̞̹̏͂̍̄̂̂̑̎̀͠ͅK͔͔̩̮͔̲̱̰̖̤̼̰̪̳̳ͫͥ́ͮ͊͂̇̓̿̔ͩ̒̀͛ͯĔ̻̲͓̊ͬ ̱͓̗̞̱̫̭̰̞͑ͫ̅͒̅͑̂̏̓M̦͈̿̈́E̛̘ͬ͟͞ Tͮ͒ͣͪͩ͋̓ͬ͗҉̶̥͉͓̰̭͉̳̳̲͝Ǫ͙̘̝̯̭̬̞ ͉̞̥̩̲̜͎̘̓͗͒̊ͣ̇͐̔͠T̝̱̹͋̃̌ͩͅH̲̻̺͈̯̩͉̺̰̥͍̻̘̅̍̆͐ͪ̍̅ͥ̊ͭͧ̐́Ḛ̵̡͕̗̳͍͎̱ ̤̱̬̗̩̟ͣ̊̏̒̾̅͋̀͠ͅF͙̦͓͖͉̤̰̭ͅI̧̧̦͉͕̥̲F̵͞T̯̺͇̬̜͉̟͐̑̒͌ͣ̂̍͗ͅH̴͏͝.̭̲͙̩̺̙̯̱̉̄ͮ͐ͨ̃̾̉