Post by Rune Ravencroft on May 18, 2013 18:04:19 GMT -5
Rune wasn't sure now how long it had been since his arrival in this place. He'd blacked out a few times because he had been more or less recovering when he was drug to this so called middle ground. He had been trying to get better control of his bloodline ability but... he still seemed to be hitting a wall with how much before he had to disband it. And he couldn't well practice it here given he had no idea where this was, what might happen, who else had been pulled here.
But as he walked with the hood of his cloak up in the bright midday light, all this preoccupied his mind. Being pulled here and all. He found a bench and sat himself on it, ignoring some of the looks and stares he got. Least that much was the same, people saw someone that kept their face partially hidden and immediately didn't trust them. He vaguely understood his being here from the other day. Some dragon of power started these cycles to gain power from the fighting, and the gods needed help stopping it because of the power it had amassed, before it basically wiped out existence, or ate the worlds or something like that, he couldn't recall. The glee of learning his worlds gods were simply just more powerful beings had delighted him so much. Either way this dragon was a threat so he'd fight, but he had to wonder about home.
With him gone, how was the rest of the group doing? Were they looking for him? Had they been brought into this as well? What of his partner in crime and apprentice? Would his uncle conquer it all by the time he was back? just how long would this take? Would his uncle find out there was someone he cared about again, and with him not around, would the others protect her? Would they even be able to, especially if he sent her. "Damn it" he yelled without thinking in frustration. When he realized he had he decided to move along so it would seem as if he was just late for something. He knew better then most someone new to an area was an easy target for thieves and the like. Though, thankfully in all the sleeping his body hadn't needed as much to eat beyond stuff he found that was edible and some rations. But an extended stay and he knew not what they used for currency. He had various coins from his world, but were they worth anything here? Would he have to steal to live again? At that point what god even brought him here?
But as he walked with the hood of his cloak up in the bright midday light, all this preoccupied his mind. Being pulled here and all. He found a bench and sat himself on it, ignoring some of the looks and stares he got. Least that much was the same, people saw someone that kept their face partially hidden and immediately didn't trust them. He vaguely understood his being here from the other day. Some dragon of power started these cycles to gain power from the fighting, and the gods needed help stopping it because of the power it had amassed, before it basically wiped out existence, or ate the worlds or something like that, he couldn't recall. The glee of learning his worlds gods were simply just more powerful beings had delighted him so much. Either way this dragon was a threat so he'd fight, but he had to wonder about home.
With him gone, how was the rest of the group doing? Were they looking for him? Had they been brought into this as well? What of his partner in crime and apprentice? Would his uncle conquer it all by the time he was back? just how long would this take? Would his uncle find out there was someone he cared about again, and with him not around, would the others protect her? Would they even be able to, especially if he sent her. "Damn it" he yelled without thinking in frustration. When he realized he had he decided to move along so it would seem as if he was just late for something. He knew better then most someone new to an area was an easy target for thieves and the like. Though, thankfully in all the sleeping his body hadn't needed as much to eat beyond stuff he found that was edible and some rations. But an extended stay and he knew not what they used for currency. He had various coins from his world, but were they worth anything here? Would he have to steal to live again? At that point what god even brought him here?