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Haha time to get my worthless red mage on the stage
In the tales of fantasy their memory lives on
He woke with cheek pressed into the earth. He felt a cool wind rustle through his hair. He heard the slow, laughing call of a loon. There was the sound of swaying long grass. The pulsing swell of insects in summer. He was-
(-on the cold stone tile of the Chaos Shrine, gasping as blood leaked between his fingers and he staggered, struggling on one elbow to keep the darkness at bay. The sky was a corona of fire and magic. He grit his teeth, fighting for breath, ‘Help-!’)
Something crawled along the back of his neck. Something small and quiet and squirming. It buzzed like-
(-the ringing in his ears, so loud he could hardly hear a woman’s voice shouting for him as he sank even lower, curling around himself as he tried, tried, tried to hang on and force his eyes open even as the colors blurred into spots.)
He was
(dying)
It was then that Verik Einhart took his first breath.
It came all at once, a painful gasp of air that nearly wrenched him in two. It broke into coughing which then led to more breaths which fueled the coughing. His body racked and his eyes watered and he felt for a moment as though he might wretch. Then his vision faded back and the pain subsided and he was left panting on his knees with his fingers digging into the dirt.
’Where am I?’
Verik looked up to see a field of wheat and long grasses. The sun was sinking over the horizon, and the sky was a deep, cloudy pink. Everything seemed strangely quiet and surreal. In that moment, he was alone.
Alone.
But then where was…?
”Tonya!” Verik shot upright then stumbled back to his knees, wincing before scrambling to his feet again. ”Tonya!” His voice carried across the vacant space, rough and desperate. His heart was hammering in his throat
No one answered him.
He swayed on his feet, looking desperately in one direction and then the next. There was a road nearby -- unused. In the distance, a grain silo. His sister was nowhere to be seen.
Had she saved him? Had they defeated Chaos? Or had he sent them to yet another time and place?
His head was spinning. He’d never understood any of it.
Verik drifted slowly to the road. There were imprints of wagon wheels and bird tracks in the hardened earth. He watched them dully then sank slowly onto his knees, head in his hands.
He was alone.
Away from his sister.
”What am I supposed to do?” There was no one else, not the sly thief nor the brave warrior, Densil. There was only him, lost and confused. And what had happened to them? Were they even…
Alive?
He sank farther into his hands, eyes closed. ”I’m useless.”
Post by Joanna Baltas on Mar 13, 2021 21:30:35 GMT -6
Good ol' Provo. Joanna had some...mostly fond memories of this place. It was where she ended up after her sudden and abrupt arrival in this strange land that she's slowly-but-steadily come to call her home, and it was where she met her first friend and ally. She hadn't seen much of Faris since then, but she had no doubt that he was doing well. She still held the advice he gave her close to her heart, and has been doing quite well for herself. She was now a part of the Dragonblades, and was also making quite a name for herself as a healer and exterminator of undead. She still hadn't had any luck regaining the power she lost upon coming here, but she wasn't as concerned about that. If there was a way to do so, she'd find it eventually. No point in rushing things. It could be that there was a very good reason for it happening to begin with.
As she wandered through the streets of the port city, her blue eyes landed on an interesting sight. She spotted what appeared to be a young man, dressed in the familiar garbs of a Red Mage. In fact, he wouldn't have looked the least bit out of place in her world at all. Her heart skipped a beat. Could it be? Had she actually stumbled upon another ally from her world? But...no. As she looked at him, she didn't feel the same sense of familiarity that she did when she found Laurelin. She had a gut feeling that he was from the same world, but he definitely wasn't one of her allies. Nevertheless, seeing him in a state of such obvious despair spurned the blonde White Mage into action. If he really was from her world, then he was undoubtedly very lost and confused, and she knew all too well how that felt.
She approached him from the front, coming up to him slowly so that he'd have ample opportunity to see her coming; after all, the last thing she wanted to do was startle him. She paused for a moment, wondering what she should say, though nothing specific came to mind. Instead, she settled on simply saying "Excuse me...is everything alright? If you're lost, I'd be happy to help you." Despite being fairly certain he was from her world, she tempered her expectations, knowing that there was still a chance that he might not be. Regardless, whether he was from the same world or not, her main concern at this moment was simply making sure he was alright. It stinks being alone in a place like this.
Verik didn’t know how long he’d stayed there, thoughts muddled, head in his hands, before he noticed that presence. He raised his head, absently rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. It was a white mage. A woman who, even by her footsteps, he’d known wasn’t his sister. She was young, perhaps no older than seventeen, and dressed in the clerical robes that marked her as a healer and a member of the church. His thoughts drifted blearily to his once-envy, to gazing in awe upon the tomes in bookshops full of spells he could never comprehend. They required a certain spiritual education for which he was woefully unqualified.
How he’d wished that his parents had simply left him to a monastery. Maybe then he could have been useful. If only they’d spoken aloud what they all knew to be true…
”Yes,” he said simply. ”I’m unhurt.”
That was what everyone wanted to hear, wasn’t it?
He stood slowly, trying very hard not to say as his head spun and his vision blackened. Once his sight had cleared, he looked at her again. She was shorter than him, and really much younger, wasn’t she? He wondered where she had come from.
’If you’re lost, I’d be happy to help you.’
Lost.
His eyes shot open.
”Do you know where this is?” He gestured towards the empty fields that surrounded them. Farmland, it seemed, which ruled out anywhere near Melmond. Or the forests and tundras of the northern continents. Somewhere near Cornelia, perhaps? ”I-I’m looking for someone. My sister. She could be hurt.”
He tried not to think about it. That thought, it hurt too much.
”And others. A warrior. A thief.” His thoughts were desperate. He could hardly keep up with them. ”Have you seen anyone?”
