[The emptiness he feels is looming. The sky is beautiful, the greenery some of the most exquisite he's ever seen, even in all of his travels, and yet he can't take it in.
Alone. Standing on this terrace even with others being sent for the same quest. He can't feel her through the bond, it's severed and gone. His body is his and his alone for the first time in decades.
The one power seems to be gone but his senses are still in tact that it's easy to feel the person trailing just behind, following in the same direction as he is. He stops when he reaches the tablets though, they profess lives lived and loved in a way that nothing else quite had yet here.
Then it appears. don’t turn your back to them, blood reeks strong on them.
Strange, given that his back was already turned. The magic here, or whatever it's called is so different then what he's used to.]
This tablet seems to think you're going to try to kill me, are you? [He asks as he turns to face the person behind him. If he was less confident in his fighting skills he'd be drawing his blade, but something tells him the danger is in the tablet itself, more then the person.]
B. The Grounds| Bathing Quarters | Nothing to Live For;
[ Baths had always been a reprieve for Lan after a long trip. Time spent with his companion to discuss the day, or the weeks, that they had been traveling since their last ability to take a long soak. They were a place that typically brought peace and calm to his mind.
Yet there was nothing peaceful about the room in front of him. Dried blood lead in a trail into the tube where a ghost of some sort was leering at him from inside the tub as he glances in from the hallway. It seems to be murmuring something to itself although he's not quite close enough to hear from this far out.
Or at least, Lan assumes this is a ghost. He's never actually seen one, which triggers his warning senses. New unforeseen threats are always the greatest of concern to him so he turns to his traveling partner.]
What do you know about ghosts around here...?
C. The Dungeons | And Nothing to Die For;
[Somethings about the dungeons aren't so different from catacombs he's been in over all of the years of his adventures as a Warder.
That is until he sees the patrolling skeletons. Is that this worlds version of Shawdowspawn? If it is, they less aggressive then any Trolloc he's ever met. Yet he won't let his guard down, not with the chance that they could turn at any time. Many things have been disconcerting as he's traveled through this path, but this by far has sent the sharpest chill down his spine.
A piece of flooring crumbles and causes him to take a leap forward out of the way. He turns to look at where the last brick his foot has been on. It's missing now and instead a large gaping hole is there allowing him to pier into the abyss.]
I thought we were already underground? How is there something still below us?
[Whatever that place is, it looks corrupted. Like no good could come from it.]
D. Wildcard ;
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Lan Mandragoran | Wheel of Time | Tourist
[The emptiness he feels is looming. The sky is beautiful, the greenery some of the most exquisite he's ever seen, even in all of his travels, and yet he can't take it in.
Alone. Standing on this terrace even with others being sent for the same quest. He can't feel her through the bond, it's severed and gone. His body is his and his alone for the first time in decades.
The one power seems to be gone but his senses are still in tact that it's easy to feel the person trailing just behind, following in the same direction as he is. He stops when he reaches the tablets though, they profess lives lived and loved in a way that nothing else quite had yet here.
Then it appears. don’t turn your back to them, blood reeks strong on them.
Strange, given that his back was already turned. The magic here, or whatever it's called is so different then what he's used to.]
This tablet seems to think you're going to try to kill me, are you? [He asks as he turns to face the person behind him. If he was less confident in his fighting skills he'd be drawing his blade, but something tells him the danger is in the tablet itself, more then the person.]
B. The Grounds| Bathing Quarters | Nothing to Live For;
[ Baths had always been a reprieve for Lan after a long trip. Time spent with his companion to discuss the day, or the weeks, that they had been traveling since their last ability to take a long soak. They were a place that typically brought peace and calm to his mind.
Yet there was nothing peaceful about the room in front of him. Dried blood lead in a trail into the tube where a ghost of some sort was leering at him from inside the tub as he glances in from the hallway. It seems to be murmuring something to itself although he's not quite close enough to hear from this far out.
Or at least, Lan assumes this is a ghost. He's never actually seen one, which triggers his warning senses. New unforeseen threats are always the greatest of concern to him so he turns to his traveling partner.]
What do you know about ghosts around here...?
C. The Dungeons | And Nothing to Die For;
[Somethings about the dungeons aren't so different from catacombs he's been in over all of the years of his adventures as a Warder.
That is until he sees the patrolling skeletons. Is that this worlds version of Shawdowspawn? If it is, they less aggressive then any Trolloc he's ever met. Yet he won't let his guard down, not with the chance that they could turn at any time. Many things have been disconcerting as he's traveled through this path, but this by far has sent the sharpest chill down his spine.
A piece of flooring crumbles and causes him to take a leap forward out of the way. He turns to look at where the last brick his foot has been on. It's missing now and instead a large gaping hole is there allowing him to pier into the abyss.]
I thought we were already underground? How is there something still below us?
[Whatever that place is, it looks corrupted. Like no good could come from it.]
D. Wildcard ;
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