Memory comes to torture me every spare moment. Now as I work in the lab, I think of my past... of how I started to develop in the field that eventually led me into RhyDin, into constant attempts to escape from myself and my past. Shalafi and I left Clandestine, led by his ambitions and our mutual hunger for knowledge...
... I remember how my Shalafi and I met Darquan. We were in another world, travelling in search for knowledge. The world was a technology-oriented one, but there were still areas where nature remained untouched. We entered a such place and were surprised to find strange ruins...
A tall, dark-furred felpur rushed at us. Had we not been wearing mental shields, we would have been struck with a spell-like affect he seemed to have been using. However, our odd appearance did trigger his curiosity enough to stop the attack.
Darquan was a biodesigner. Initially he was a biochemist, and this smoothened the transition to the strange abilities he had come to possess. His initiation into binding was done by another biodesigner. And he initiated me. When the bindrune burned its way into my flesh, I screamed silently... the white gems pulsated like heartbeat. They will gain color when I become bound - that's how Darquan explained it.
Biodesigners are rare.... and our ability is our pain and our blessing. Gifted with understanding of Life, of its functionality and progress, we are bound to hunger for creation, for perfectioning and designing new forms. Darquan taught me the necessary skills, concepts that were strange for me - but needed if I wished to assist my Shalafi ... An explanation of what the binding is would take a long time, but it is necessary for a biodesigner activation.
Biodesigners advance as their skill increases with practice. Some of us remain in our natural bodies, and their experiments never lead to designing of magically active forms. Some of us modify ourselves to the point of unrecognizable, experiment with complex energy constructions - these start in magic-oriented worlds, and thus their minds are more open to such odd... concepts.
There are too few of us. The bonds of friendship between us are in the end the only thing that remains for us... Artemus Allon Kurgen murdered Darquan. I know now how it happened, Darquan didn't advance further and didn't drop the initial instincts of his race... he was territorial like all of his kind, he was protecting the gateway into his lab... Artemus happened to be lucky and have a spell that destroyed Darquan's bond to his corporeal form, Darquan exists now only as a print of his personality, and as he has never been into magic, he is unable to return.
I remember how Artemus came into the Adventurer Guild. I was discussing Vanion with Dimitri, and had little reason to talk to any of shifters... but that was not the case. "I know of biodesigners" he said. "Does this mean anything to you?"
He had green gemmed bindrune in his hand. Bindrune of Darquan.
... I remember how my Shalafi and I met Darquan. We were in another world, travelling in search for knowledge. The world was a technology-oriented one, but there were still areas where nature remained untouched. We entered a such place and were surprised to find strange ruins...
A tall, dark-furred felpur rushed at us. Had we not been wearing mental shields, we would have been struck with a spell-like affect he seemed to have been using. However, our odd appearance did trigger his curiosity enough to stop the attack.
Darquan was a biodesigner. Initially he was a biochemist, and this smoothened the transition to the strange abilities he had come to possess. His initiation into binding was done by another biodesigner. And he initiated me. When the bindrune burned its way into my flesh, I screamed silently... the white gems pulsated like heartbeat. They will gain color when I become bound - that's how Darquan explained it.
Biodesigners are rare.... and our ability is our pain and our blessing. Gifted with understanding of Life, of its functionality and progress, we are bound to hunger for creation, for perfectioning and designing new forms. Darquan taught me the necessary skills, concepts that were strange for me - but needed if I wished to assist my Shalafi ... An explanation of what the binding is would take a long time, but it is necessary for a biodesigner activation.
Biodesigners advance as their skill increases with practice. Some of us remain in our natural bodies, and their experiments never lead to designing of magically active forms. Some of us modify ourselves to the point of unrecognizable, experiment with complex energy constructions - these start in magic-oriented worlds, and thus their minds are more open to such odd... concepts.
There are too few of us. The bonds of friendship between us are in the end the only thing that remains for us... Artemus Allon Kurgen murdered Darquan. I know now how it happened, Darquan didn't advance further and didn't drop the initial instincts of his race... he was territorial like all of his kind, he was protecting the gateway into his lab... Artemus happened to be lucky and have a spell that destroyed Darquan's bond to his corporeal form, Darquan exists now only as a print of his personality, and as he has never been into magic, he is unable to return.
I remember how Artemus came into the Adventurer Guild. I was discussing Vanion with Dimitri, and had little reason to talk to any of shifters... but that was not the case. "I know of biodesigners" he said. "Does this mean anything to you?"
He had green gemmed bindrune in his hand. Bindrune of Darquan.