[thread] down the rabbit hole.
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timeandtides_backupCharacters: Minwu, Matoya.
Progress: Ongoing~
Summary: After leaving Luca and going upon Steiner's errand; Bad weather forces Minwu to seek shelter in a certain occupied cave. [♪]
Location: Matoya's cave.
Warnings: Animated broomsticks. Animal skulls on decorative stands. A lovely rug. Hopefully no crystal eye. Weirdness. These two are made for each other.
The day had started fine. But by noon Minwu had noticed a strange fog come from the mountains; rolling over the peaks as if were an avalanche itself and not just mere mist. Where it should naturally and normally have stopped, dissipated into nothingness and been of no further note - the mist simply swelled. Displeased, the mage couldn't help but wonder where upon Gaia it was coming from as he returned to his task at hand; cracking the skulls of some goblin highwaymen which had circled him and quite obviously planned to kill him and then rob him.
They were easy enough to dispatch. (even with the reduced strength Gaia afforded him, Goblins were Goblins. Weak.) But when he looked back at the mist it had drawn closer - seemed stronger... and was nigh upon impossible to see past. The mountains in the distance had disappeared completely and quite frankly, the sun had as well. Foreboding, to say the least. Kneeling to pick what he could from the goblins, it wasn't long before the mage decided that he needed to seek shelter should the mist make him lose his way and a few days trying to regain it completely.
Walking away from the stream for a good ten minutes, something made him stop. It was almost alike walking into a wall; the most surreal... power seemed to smack him in the face. Figuratively. It wasn't hostile, wasn't malicious... certainly not. Just...
Something very, very old.
And something very, very strong.
He'd never actually known any power to exceed his own - not even the sorcery the Emperor of Light was capable of, but this... It did, on every single aspect. He followed the aura - not even noticing himself walk right back into the mist. He was wet through; but that was unacknowledged. The mist clung; the mist stuck to him, and the mist suppressed his breathing. The mist made him shiver. It blocked out the sun, reducing his surroundings to nothing but a soaking wet grey haze.
He didn't care.
He was too busy concentrating upon the aura.
The only thing he could liken it to was the power he felt when the Crystals spoke to him...
He didn't even blink as he walked through the door to a certain cave.
Progress: Ongoing~
Summary: After leaving Luca and going upon Steiner's errand; Bad weather forces Minwu to seek shelter in a certain occupied cave. [♪]
Location: Matoya's cave.
Warnings: Animated broomsticks. Animal skulls on decorative stands. A lovely rug. Hopefully no crystal eye. Weirdness. These two are made for each other.
The day had started fine. But by noon Minwu had noticed a strange fog come from the mountains; rolling over the peaks as if were an avalanche itself and not just mere mist. Where it should naturally and normally have stopped, dissipated into nothingness and been of no further note - the mist simply swelled. Displeased, the mage couldn't help but wonder where upon Gaia it was coming from as he returned to his task at hand; cracking the skulls of some goblin highwaymen which had circled him and quite obviously planned to kill him and then rob him.
They were easy enough to dispatch. (even with the reduced strength Gaia afforded him, Goblins were Goblins. Weak.) But when he looked back at the mist it had drawn closer - seemed stronger... and was nigh upon impossible to see past. The mountains in the distance had disappeared completely and quite frankly, the sun had as well. Foreboding, to say the least. Kneeling to pick what he could from the goblins, it wasn't long before the mage decided that he needed to seek shelter should the mist make him lose his way and a few days trying to regain it completely.
Walking away from the stream for a good ten minutes, something made him stop. It was almost alike walking into a wall; the most surreal... power seemed to smack him in the face. Figuratively. It wasn't hostile, wasn't malicious... certainly not. Just...
Something very, very old.
And something very, very strong.
He'd never actually known any power to exceed his own - not even the sorcery the Emperor of Light was capable of, but this... It did, on every single aspect. He followed the aura - not even noticing himself walk right back into the mist. He was wet through; but that was unacknowledged. The mist clung; the mist stuck to him, and the mist suppressed his breathing. The mist made him shiver. It blocked out the sun, reducing his surroundings to nothing but a soaking wet grey haze.
He didn't care.
He was too busy concentrating upon the aura.
The only thing he could liken it to was the power he felt when the Crystals spoke to him...
He didn't even blink as he walked through the door to a certain cave.
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