>>6068289“I’d like my magic back,” you croak, weakly.
“You know I can’t do that,” says Ezreal Mious Van Houtzmann, his eyes black and pitiless.
“Because you’d lose some of your power,” you say, so he doesn’t have to. “I… I remember. It’s why we did this… To preserve my, YOUR, power, rather than splitting it.”
He says nothing, grimacing is guilt. But still, STILL, he says nothing. No change of heart. No volunteering of his precious ESOTERIC KNOWLEDGE.
…
Fuck, it would be so much easier to hate him if you weren’t him a few minutes ago. You can’t even begrudge him, really, because YOU WOULD HAVE DONE THE EXACT SAME THING.
“FUCK!” you shout, and then more quietly, you add: “Fuck…”
“Yeah,” Ezreal agrees.
“So what happens now?” you ask.
“Well,” the other Ezreal begins, “I was hoping that, you know… Ayla, or Izirina rather… That she’d help us map the <Demiplane>. She and—”
“—and the fairies of Old Maple Hill,” you say dryly. “Yeah, I remember.”
“…Right. You would, wouldn’t you?”
Gods, this is awkward… But your frenzied fear and fury fall away. You’re still Tips, in the end—still the Man and the Elf you always were, even if now you’re neither, and actually more of a weird goblin-thing.
“I think…” you begin.
>“I think Ayla should still focus on that, and on helping with the whole… You know, Sylvan Realms debacle.”[The original Tips will share the full scope of the situation with the elves of his homeland with Ayla; any recovery of your magical powers will be drastically delayed.]
>“You owe me a fair shot at life, and to do that I need magic. If you wont’ give me yours, Ayla and I should go find a way to fix this ourselves.”[The original Tips will not have Ayla’s aid moving forwards, but you will get to see what she’s been up to in ‘your’ absence, and maybe regain some magic.]
>Write-inBONUS: What is your name?
>Stubbornly refuse to change your name to accommodate the lucky bastard who kept your body and your life>Choose a new name [write-in] 