[Sora Kurai]

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Draeck (d-ray-k) are some of the most notorious otherworldly beings that prey upon the Iqena. They have destroyed millions of the individuals over the past millennia and have successfully diminished the angelic cervidae numbers to nearly 10% of their original population. This October, another attack has been witnessed by innocent iqena. A handful of specimen have been captured and taken as a 'hostage'. The Draeck demand payment for these stolen iqena. But not of physical value.

What they want is knowledge.
Although the Draeck are far more powerful than the Iqena it is a compensation for the small cranial capacity they are capable of handling. Education is not something that is common within the numbers of these high tier predators unlike the Iqena. They do not speak any common tongue if any language at all. All they can supply are crude images of what they want to know more of. You're lucky they're being so generous to spare these precious lives for simple information...

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You wander inside the seemingly empty living space of the Draecks.
Nothing seems to live here at all.... Before you could form
another thought, a large winged beast lands before you.
Their large wings sending a gush of air into your face,
landing you speechless for brief moments. This was it...

A loud gurgling mess of noises erupts from the beast.

̪̗̰̞̳̗̫̦͉̪̗̰̞̳̗̫̦͉ ̗̪͝˙̷͕̬͎͘ͅu͍̼ǝ̵̵̮͖̰̝ ̯͈͙̩̫͘n̺͇͔̝̠̺̫̥̦͏̨b̶͈̼̝́ ̹͎̀ǝ̝̜͎̥̳͖̳̹͉͜ظ̸̨̺̤͈͚͢ ͇̼҉͝ʇ̨͈ǝ̷̰̼͓ ̧̼͔̺̣s̲̩͖͓̞͚̤ǝ̙̙͔̻͖͙͍̬͜͜͝n͍̗̹͙̯̭͟͞b̛͙͍͖͍͝ı̗̜̤͏̶̧p͈͢ ͓̩̘̫͈̖͔̳́s̨̖̺̮̼̳̦̲͡͝ı̧͔̦̼̬̖̖͜ן͍̭͍́͝d̫̪̘̺̲҉͘ǝ͙͈͟ɹ̱̥͙̣̩͏̛ ͓̰s̷̢̺͇̦ǝ̳̙̳̹̲̼ɥ̸̵̮̣̟͓ɔ͔̦͍̳͉͚̰̀͜ɹ̴̝̜̤ɐ̸̖̪̺͖̪͎͔̟̯ ̵̺͕ǝ̴̯͚̝̱͕̙̺͓̻͡ן͓̻͓̝̫̤̭͘d̸̲̮͈̞̰̥́͝ɯ̸̼͔̹̱͚̞̠̕ͅı̵̴͔̯͓s̸̛͎̰͙͝ ̬̰̥̣͉͞˙̹͔͖͖̙̲̱҉̀͘ʇ̸̛̘͙͉͚̻̮̬̲u̮̲̝̭͇̳ͅɐ̢͚ͅp̪̯̮̞̰ú̷̹͓ɐ̫̥͖̣̱̩͠ɯ̶̩̞̖̞
ɯ̨͙̭͉͜ó̩̥̻̝̫ɔ͕͈ ̷̬̪̙̠͙̥͢ͅʇ̸̡̨͔̳͈̱̣ı̹̙̠̕ɐ̹̺̣ǝ̭̙͖b̧̨̬̙̰͕̖͔̣ɐ̗͈͖̜͉͇ͅʇ̺̜̱̗̹̬̳̪͟͝ɹ̷̝̘̖͎ɐ̶͙̼҉d̛̳̭̟͕̻̗̝͏̡ ̗̗̹͇̼͕͉̭ǝ̢̭̤̬̻̣ظ͉̲̤ ̰͏͞n̖̳ͅ҉p̶̨̝͍̣̘͓̝̺ ̶͉̘̗͈̞̼͓͞ǝ̨̛̺͎̝̥͈ظ̩͖̯͞ ̴̰̦̮͍̣̥u̴̼̞͕̞̘͖ǫ̴̠͘ ̛͈̘̟̗̭͙́u͎̙͔o̷͓̼͚̞͍͞͞ı̵̨͇̻̘̫҉s̹̘͜ṣ̛̰̘̰̩̖͍̮͟ͅı͍̹͔͇͈̝̦̕ɯ̠͓̱͡ɹ͎͉̣̣̭̭͢ǝ̵͇͉̝d̪̫̺̥̗͍̻͘͘͡ ̖̱̬̕͞˙̨͔̜̞ǝ̠̠̘͖̻̲͔̮p̵̨̛͍͉̘͎͉̫͈ṵ̮̮͕͚ǫ̠̹̠͜͠ɹ̛̭̭̫̘ ̵͖̬͉̼̺̞̭̼͢ǝ̨̫̝ן̵̙͉͚̬̥͇̙̫̀ı̸̴͔͇͕̞̫̲̳̠͘ʇ̛̰ͅ҉̕ń̨͕̕ ̻̞ǝ̶̧͈͔ظ̴̧͍͙ ̘͡͞ǝ̵̺͇́ɔ̨̗̫̘̯ɹ̸̵̩̭͕̘̝ɐ̪̝͙̯̣d̷̢͙̼̬̲͓̱͠ ̶̮͚̦̣҉͝
ɥ̲̬̝͉͢҉ɐ̬̮̟͍̜͕̞̩̀͢͞ ̨̤ʇ̡̧͙̮͙̜̞̺̪u͉̞͙̫̠͉̣̞͘ɐ̣͘͏ʌ̨͚ɐ̼̼̳̞ͅ ̢̡̘̻ɐ̹̯͚̣̹̖̣̯͠ן̨̛͕̙̼͡ı̷̮̲҉o̬̜̲̺̩̕͘̕ʌ̱̲̼̻̣̜͇̕͡҉ ̬̲̙̙̞̀͟ų̴̗͕ı̸̴̰͖̦͙ʌ͓̝̲̝̟̙ı̸̻̮̱̺̗͍͝p̪͕̜̺̖̠͍͜ ̟̳̼͖͖̘͕͙͟˙̰̪̩̤͍̱̬͢s̰̮̮̰̯̝̫̭̕͞͞ɔ̛͔̱̥̳̪̬ͅɹ̵͙͍̘̣͕̲ͅɐ̧̛͓̘̹̩̠͝ͅ ̛̝̝͞ɹ̹̺̖̫̬̞̻̫͈͞ṋ̸̙͇͚̺͟o̵̤̣̲͚̼͕͚ظ̴̡̜͙̺͚̼̕ ̷̵̭̩̺̲͖͡x̴̦̟̣͔̱̹̀͠n̟̻̥̲̝͍ͅɐ̞͕̼͘͢ǝ̢̟̪͉̪̻̭̜̞͍͞ ͚̘͉d̘̘̘͍̟̘̗̼n̯̮̦͈̟̲̗̹̼͜o̧̰͚͘͠ɔ̸̦̹͡ ̱̺̺̥͔͓͈͞x̼̼̘̮͖̪̹͉n̫̟̗͉̳̲̫҉͘ǝ͎̹͇̺͡ͅʌ͇̙̩̯͙͇͎ ̢̘̰͙̥́͘n̶̷͇̝̥͔̤̫͖ͅǝ͖̯͟d̟̙̘͏̶̢ ̼̣̤͇͇̭̹̮ʇ̶̜̹̞̦̝͍̥̤͡n̵̟̮̻o͈͍͠ͅʇ̨̛̘̥̺̩̣̠͢ ͉ɹ͕̳̣͕͔͓̖̮
ɐ̗̖̣̰͈̼̗͞d̖̰̫̀͞ ̧̪̫̥͇͚͎͟˙̘͕̮̰ǝ̤͍͎̟̲̀͝ɔ̳͡ͅù̷̠̤̠̳ɐ̨͔͔͖͈͖̞̀͢s͉͙͏ı̨̖̭͈̫ɐ̡̝͈͎͎̗̝ ̹͉̻̝̳͈̀ͅx̘̗̱͕͙̰͡n͙̻ǝ̷̳͏ʌ̦͔̪̠͢҉ǝ̧̳̪̥̮̱̦ɥ̧̲̺͚͜ɔ͓͖̜̕ ̧̛̩̥̗͎ʇ͙̠͎̥̳̯̠u̢̞̘̤͕̖͚̮̰ı̳͔͖̙̬̬̞҉̕ʌ͕͚̀͝ɹ͇͕͢҉n̴͔̗͎̲͞s̗͍̖̖͘͞ ̪̖̲͕̳̩̦͢ư̳̙̖̻̼͜͢o̷̧̮̬̫̼͓̗ ̜̠͚͢ṷ͉͕̼̭̲̦̺n̠̰̬͓͍ ̵̘͈͙̙̞͝s̴̯͚̥̰̦͚u̪̙̣̟̳̤͢o̺̗̞͈̯̮҉ı̢̮̝͕̜̞ɹ̱͕͉̱̯̰͓̀͡n̡̻͓̕ͅɐ̥̮͙̞͙̣́ ̧͈̳͚͟ṳ͔̟͘͟o͈͝ ̸̡̙̘̣̬͚ʇ͔̣͎̰͉́ı̴͎͘ʇ̬͉̮̦̀͏̶ʇ̷̧̪̠̬̪̭͓̯͖̺ɐ̰̥̲̝̬̰͎q̠̤͉͉̺̝̤ɐ͕̠̱͍̣͉̩͡ ͎̘̜̣͟ʇ̵̷̨̪̯͔͉̜ͅͅͅǝ̸̭̦͇̹̮́ ̸̢̜̺͠ן͔͍́ı͙͈͓̮̘̮̦͜ǝ̧̙̪
ņ̸̺̞̱b̠̩̱ɹ̳͓̩̺̰̠̦͎͘͜o̘̜̜͝͡ ̩̬̳͈̯̮̣͓̳˙̶̶̦̭̳̗̜̹͜b̛̼̗̪̯͍̬̰͜u͍̠̰̣̪ɐ̸̹̼͈̼̠̜͕s͇͓̯ ̟̠͇͎̯̭͍̼͇͟ʇ̺n͕̥̯̠͚̖͎͚͢͡ɐ̻̱ɥ̢̦̳̳͢҉ ̧̢͕̺͞ǝ̡̘̹̟̗̮̫̣͇̕ʌ̡͚͚̤͎̩ǝ̩̞̮̣̠̠͏͟҉ɹ̢̫̙̮͓̤̤ ̤̟̪͟ͅʇ̡͚̘̞͕͟͡ͅų͙̰̬̳̜̕o̸̧̖̙̠̙̺̜͔d̴̢̼͎̲̻̠̙͍̻ ͙҉̴ן͉͚̱̩̺͖͈̱̘͝͞n̸̙̖̤͟u͖̟̳͇͏̴ ̶̮̜̥̱̯͠u̵̗̝̭ı̗̹̺͍̳͔͞ͅǝ̡̯̗̮͈̻̞̪ͅ҉s͕̫̯͔̕͝ͅ ͍͓̙͖̮̬̼̜͏ʇ̹͈̪͈͉̙͎u̦̱̹͎̖̱҉͡o͈̥̦̩͏͠ṕ̨̹̭̬͎͙̠̕ͅ ͍̩̟̼̯̙̗͇ǝ̢̝̟̞͚̹ɯ̷̨̖̳̩̱͠ɐ͓̯ ̷̩̯͚͖́˙̴̧̙̪͝ʇ̸̬̜̱͕̝̰͟ı̻͚̮̣̼͎̙͚̺͜n͚p̛̣̮̜̺͖ư̲͖̣̥̣̲̰̰o̯̠̭̙̱҉̀̕ɔ͇̻̠̞͢͠͞ͅ
̷̦͙͎̳͈̥̲̝͟ʇ̥̯̱͞ù͖͖̰̳͜ǝ͖͉u͍͕̻̭̣͡u͖̙̗̰̠̝̳͍͔͞ó̧̻̜͍̱͍̺p̷̢̩͔̳͖̼ ̰̞͢͏ɐ̵̛̟̣͓̳͟ɯ̝͓̠̗̥͝͡ɹ̡̟͓͉̟̙̟́ı̷̘̮͢͜ɟ̪͎̪̣̗͝҉ɟ̡͍͉͚̯͉̱́ɐ̷̢͙̺ ̴̠͙̪̳̻͡ɹ͕̯̠҉̷ɐ̷̭d̳̹̞̺̻͇̺ ͔̻̦̖͓̰͔̝҉̕ן̯̤̘͈̗̕͟n̞͔̠͉̪̦̳u̲̥̮̰ ͈̲̦̙͖͍͜ʇ̡̛̠ı̬̤̞̻̝͈̬̺҉͞ɹ̛͇̟̖̫̙͖̟ḓ̛̞̥̪̤͍̖͖ɯ̖̺̺͚̯̕ò̯̣̹̦͇͞ɔ̷̢̛̘͍ ͇͔̯̘̠̘̙͍̮҉҉̨˙͍̮̜̳̥̭͙ı̣̯̗̫̜͍̠ǹ̗̣̹̤͈̺͎̮͉͞b͚͕̙̱̀͡ ̴̖̺̠̗͢s̴̨̰̦͇͎̳̮̕ǝ͓̣̯͕̀u̶̶͎̺͞ͅu̴̙͇̱̣̱̣̰̙͘ò̩͎̞͈̯͉̯̕ן͚̦̻̯̥̣҉҉o̻̣͈͚̖̬̱͞ͅɔ̣̰͙҉͏ ̡̱̜̲͙̩͉̼̀ͅɹ̶͍̙̳̳͔̫̠̀n̬̰ͅs̖͙͡ ̵ͅs͕̣̭̤̪͕̀͢ͅǝ̷̙̙͔̪̲͠͡ɹ̤͍ɐ̢̹̦̮̙͠q̗͕̻̕͠͏ɹ̷̲͙̟̝̙̤ɐ̵̢͕̠͖͈̱̙̦͇
q̴̡͚̗͈̲͕̻͘ ̛̫̠̙̕ͅʇ̥͖̜̲̦o̺͍̯̣͟͡ʇ̜̜̟̫̼̙͏͟ ̛̹̤̼͢͢ǝ̝̯̥̞̭̭̜ͅu͕̱͙͈̦̖̗̘o̷̠̜͕͔̦̗̥͠҉b̭͝o̫̲ʇ̨̱̥̱̱̻̤̟̥͜ɔ͙̳̟͓͉̙͙̲o̢͈̝̦̩͔̬̟͟ͅ҉ ̢̠̩̙̝̝͉̫̙͜ɹͅ҉̴ǝ̀ͅɥ̡̲̼̝͉͏ɔ̤̲̹̟̖̺̘̱҉ǝ̤̟̤̯͚͢d̸͉̦ɯ̤͓͕̦̼́ǝ̱̱̮̱͚҉ ̶̛͔̮̰̼҉s̢͇̮̬͕͕ʇ̸̨͖̟̯̩̺̻̻̹͝ɹ̷̖̝̜̖̖̦̘̘̣̀͡ɐ̺̥̟̻͈͈̗͢͟d̨̯̳͙͖̭ɯ̶̦̙͙ǝ͕̥҉҉̶ɹ̠̞̦͈͈̣̻̕͝ ̰̞̀͠ͅɔ̦͚͎̼͈̳͚̲ı̜͚̩̠̮͇̮d

You hurridly reach for the notes of 'translation' that the
Mystics gave to you. You can make out a few words
clearly to form a sentence. "...Wh-at s-sun...?"

Wait, is it asking what is a sun? Sounds simple enough

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Captured Iqena


flat-face - large wings - messy tail - messy hair - hole in ear

mask - mist

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The draeck looks at all the creatures with something akin to confusion, then picks up its hostage and drops it in front of the first speaker; Tart

iqena name;; Geheimnis
gender;; Female
answer;;

A sun is the offspring of Iquena's they achieve this by bring an item of their love to a Mystic in which the Mystic creates a Sun

Congratulations, you successfully rescued an iqena! I wouldn't suggest trying this again though, as you might not be so lucky

All of you got the answer right, but Tart posted first, good luck getting an iqena though

[Tart]

iqena name;; Geheimnis
gender;; Female
answer;;

A sun is the offspring of Iquena's they achieve this by bring an item of their love to a Mystic in which the Mystic creates a Sun

[.Live.Love.Laugh.]

iqena name;; Carmenta
gender;; female
answer;;

When two iqena come together no matter, appearance, race, or language they speak. They must offer the Mystic a lover offering and then the creation of the sun will start. The sun will be put into an empty vessel that is created by which ever which mystic the love offering was made to.

[Katie_monkey]

iqena name;; minstrel
gender;; male
answer;;

When two iqenas want a baby, or sun, the give a gift or offering to a mystic of their choice. Then the mystic will take either a dead mortal soul, or the ghoat of an iqena, and put it in the body of a baby sun. The suns look like a mix between the two parents and the mystic itself. If the mystic is pleased by the offfering, the may give something special back like another free sun.

[sonya;]

iqena name;; Whisper
gender;; Female
answer;;

When two Iqena come together and fall in love, if they wish for a sun (a baby), they must offer something to a mystic (a deceased relative or Iqena). If the mystic agrees to create a sun for the two the sun will be a combination of the two iquena and the mystic as well. If and only if the mystic likes the offering.

And that Mr. Dreacke is how suns are made. Don't forget, if the mystic really likes the offering, he/she will throw in a second sun for free! I just love mystics! X3

[Sora Kurai]

The draeck looks at all the creatures with something akin to confusion, then picks up its hostage and drops it in front of the first speaker; Tart

iqena name;; Geheimnis
gender;; Female
answer;;

A sun is the offspring of Iquena's they achieve this by bring an item of their love to a Mystic in which the Mystic creates a Sun

Congratulations, you successfully rescued an iqena! I wouldn't suggest trying this again though, as you might not be so lucky

All of you got the answer right, but Tart posted first, good luck getting an iqena though