Da'nahr

Session 19

Illusions The Elude

Session 19

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Vintasnah: [By nightfall you have made it into the desert. Here there is nothing. The two of you walk on and as the sun sets the two moons above you cast a florescent blue shine onto everything and everything is visible as day. Small creatures skitter by your feet and other than the few conversations that might be had between the two of you, there is only the sound of your feet crushing sand beneath.]

Rotenh Dal: He keeps a steady pace, doing his best to keep the sand in his shoes from annoying him too much. His gaze rakes over the blue-washed ocean of sand, taking in it’s beauty as the four footsteps echo over the endless expanse.

Vintasnah: [This journey would continue on into weeks. Almost three weeks in fact. The endless expanse has been endless. Hallucinations have been frequent during the day time: mirages. memories play out like movie reels across the desert ocean and slowly, piece by piece, Vintasnah has begun to recall some of her memories. Her purpose for being here, however, eludes her. And though she has discovered that she can be an endless source of water for the both of them, food has become less and even less of a necessity for her. Rot’s mind has been plagued with remnants of dreams he awakens to each day. Though none of them have been as severe as the first, each of them leaves a mark… takes a toll. Dreams of having children, a wife, the wife periodically changing from dream to dream, as well as the children. Sometimes he’s just as alone as he ever was. And Vintasnah shows up there too. Always present but always in the back ground with a group of three others. Each of them stand as broken figures, always on the edges of the dreams, unreachable.]

Rotenh Dal: Doing his best to keep the mental torment he goes through, he treks alongside Vintasnah through the desert. Periodically glancing down to the paper that was stashed in his pocket, so he keeps his goal set in his mind, never veering from the path, and talking less and less, as the burden becomes greater and greater upon him.

Vintasnah: “You have been quiet, Rot… For a few days now. Are you alright? Are you thirsty or anything…?”

Rotenh Dal: “No, I’m not thirsty. Just have a headache is all.”

Vintasnah: “A- a what?”

Rotenh Dal: “My head hurts.”

Vintasnah: “Why?”

Rotenh Dal: “I don’t know. Bad dreams, thinking too much.”

Vintasnah: She look up at you, concerned, worried, her brows furrowed together. As she’s about to say something else… Roll a reflex

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4

Rotenh Dal: 10

Rotenh Dal: ><

Vintasnah: laaaaawwwwwwwwl

Rotenh Dal: ( I know right? The first one I’ve ever botched. )

Vintasnah: [As Vintasnah attempts to start a comment she is interrupted, as you are from hearing her. Even as you look forward, the expanse seemingly empty, your foot catches on a stone. Not just any stone, a brick. You fall forward gracelessly and land on your chest onto another smaller brick behind that one, knocking the breath out of your lungs, a sharp pain now courseing through your chest cavity].

Vintasnah: “ROT!” Vintasnah watches as you fall but is too slow to do a thing about it. She runs to your side and trips over another brick, rolling to her side, but quickly getting back up, unscathed. “Are you alright?!”

Rotenh Dal: “HrmphH!” He grunts and rolls onto his back, his hands grasping at his diaphram, as he fights to take another breath. “Damnit, where the hell did these damn bricks come from!?”

Vintasnah: [Even as you look where your feet are you can just barely make out the bricks. They are in fact, almost invisible. The light that beams down upon them seemingly cast no shadows and even from where you lay you cannot make out the brick that Vintasnah tripped over. All around you there seems to be only dirt].

Vintasnah: “I-I don’t know! I can’t even… where did they go?”

Rotenh Dal: “Mmph damned illusions. One moment.” He draws his gaze over the ground, and flicks on the little simalcrum of a switch in his mind, that allows him to see the outline of magical auras, scanning the area for the illusions he knows are hiding the bricks, and likely surrounding structures.

Vintasnah: [The illusion is small, faint, but there. This particular illusion merely bends the light in such a fashion as to hide the objects. And all around, the city becomes visible. Tower arches built from stone bricks stand magnanimous above you, fallen pillars scattered from end to end, the shattered city almost as long and far as the horizon itself. Eveything old, everything broken, left to rot away of its own accord, sunbeaten and weather worn].

Rotenh Dal: “Oh gods.. do you see this Vintasnah?” He speaks in wonder, as he draws upwards, and walks in a small circle, taking in the expanse of the dead forgotten city surrounding him.

Vintasnah: “See what? It’s just a desert. There’s nothing here.”

Rotenh Dal: “No, but there is. Look past the monotony. The light is bent, but if you concentrate, you can see it. It’s morbid, but beautiful.”

Vintasnah: “I don’t think… I can’t…” she stares at the desert for a moment… and a moment longer, concentrates on looking past it, into it. And there… there it is. She gasps, “Rot! What… what is this place?”

Rotenh Dal: “I have no clue Vintasnah.. But this desert hasn’t always been here. It’s very possible, that it’s from before the desert formed..”

Vintasnah: “But… have you never heard of it?”

Rotenh Dal: “No, I haven’t.”

Vintasnah: “Well… what now?”

Vintasnah: She starts walking towards the great arches, her ciuriousity getting the best of her. She wanders around the visible edges and then through the arches, into the great city.

Rotenh Dal: He steps into place behind her, keeping a look out, as they wander through the city, wonder evident in his features, at standing structures, being this old, and obviously abandoned.

Vintasnah: She leads you deeper into the city, her amazement outweighing her caution. So much so, that even she jumped at the sound of the voice some distance from the both of you.

Vintasnah: [“Hullo there.” a stale voice, older, worn.]

Rotenh Dal: He jumps a bit in turn, suddenly turning around, towards the voice, his brows raised high, and his hands extended, ready to produce a pair of needles at a moments notice. “Umm.. hello?”

Vintasnah: [“Hullo to you, boy. And girl, I see. Or do I?” from behind a pillar an elder man with shoulder length hair, silver, and eyes to match steps out.

Rotenh Dal: “Well, not conventionally, it looks like..” He mutters the words out, as he looks into the man’s dead eyes. “Who are you?”

Vintasnah: [[Did you ever read the missive?]]

Rotenh Dal: (( Yess, but I’ll have to look for the name on it. ))

Vintasnah: [[I can’t remember it either. Lol, hold on.]]

Vintasnah: Thris’farh of Den’haviir

Rotenh Dal: ((How the hell was I supposed to remember that!? X})

Vintasnah: XD very carefully

Vintasnah: ["Now, that depends on who you’re looking for, since no one can exactly roam into this place, and on how kind you’ll be to an “unconventional” blind man…" She smiles a bit.]

Vintasnah: He*

Rotenh Dal: ((Very unconventional apparently! buahahaha)

Vintasnah: [[X] he’s my fav.]]

Rotenh Dal: He draws his hand down to his pocket, and pulls the note from it. “Well I don’t suppose this Thris’Farh fellow might have some seeing problems?”

Vintasnah: [“Thris’Farh, eh? No he can see just fine. What you need ’im for?”]

Rotenh Dal: “Going gardening. Got to cut up some roots or some other such nonsense.”

Vintasnah: [“If you’re looking for Thris’Farh, boy, then you’ve come to dig up roots, not plant them.”]

Vintasnah: [“Let me see the missive in your hand.”]

Vintasnah: [He stretches his hand out to you, the other resting on a very plain wooden cane].

Rotenh Dal: “Isn’t a large part of gardening, cutting out the weeds by the roots, so the less unsavory herbs can bloom?” He puts the hand with the missive outwards, and awaits the man to take it.

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Rotenh Dal: He presses back firmly against her lips, his hands sliding over her body, as her legs wrap around, and the wonderfulness of the embrace, is countered by the pain, pressing and burning within him, with a gasp, he breaks from the kiss, and rolls away onto the ground, curling and groaning in pain, as it roils through his body.

Vintasnah: She rolls from you, landing on her back and after a small gasp escapes her lips so does the sudden and unexplainable laughter. The pain within you, as if reacting to that laughter jerks and wrenches inside of you. Though you might open your eyes your vision is blurred, and though you might cry out you are only answered by that laugh. Below you, the ground begins to shake sporadically. “You see that Rot? I’m already inside of you. A part of you. You let me in just like that, and now… Now you’ll be whoever we want you to be. You’ll be a murderer. It’s what you’re good at, Rot. You’re loyal to the cause.” You feel her hand press your cheek, her voice unnaturally crisp and cold. “You’ll kill her, and all the rest. Take them into you like you took me. You’ll be a hero, Rot. My champion, like you were always meant to be.” The voice, sounding disembodied to your ears, though it comes from Vintasnah’s form does not any longer sound like Vintasnah speaking. Rather a familiar voice… sultry and seductive. But above that you hear a dull screaming. A crying. A truly disembodied voice calling out to you as the world around you shakes into nothing.

Rotenh Dal: (Wow…. Is that the end of this session-ette?)

Vintasnah: [Lol, it does not have to be as long as you don’t mind me being a little delayed. I can do all this during commercials and then continue on more fluid like after ten. At least that was my plan. _]

Rotenh Dal: (That works, just gah, epic.)

Vintasnah: [[Lawl, really?]]

Rotenh Dal: ((Well yeah, though for a few moments there, I couldn’t help but wonder whether or not you’d been reading the book of Erotic Fantasy. X}))

Vintasnah: [[lawlawlawlawl. No not at all. Just wanted to catch you really off guard. Thought that would do the trick. So you game for keeping on with it?]]

Rotenh Dal: (Sure thing, after I grab something to eat.)

Rotenh Dal: (Scratch that, I’m ordering pizza.)

Vintasnah: XD awesome

Rotenh Dal: As the voice begins to echo in his mind, he uses it as an anchor to set himself, figuratively reaching out and latching on to that bit of taunting reality, he draws towards it, his voice growling out in defiance, and pain. “You don’t have that power over me, I’ll not be your puppet. BEGONE!” He growls out against the voice, the pull, the power, and the unsettling screams reaching him from somewhere beyond.

Vintasnah: “You’re right, Rot. You’ll be my equal. My everything. You could save the world, Rot. You’ll save the world.” The dream shatters with the last shake, the last promise given from the form that was not Vintasnah. Her voice echos in your ears in the black that is the empty place where dreams are formed and broken. You are only there for a second before you are ripped out of it. On your shoulders are two small hands and in your ears Vintasnah’s voice rings true, calling out your name.

Rotenh Dal: He groans, as the blackness begins to fade away, giving way towards the glaring brightness of reality, his eyes crack open, and look up towards Vintasnah, pushing up against the hands on his shoulders, as he attempts to get himself resituated. He blinks and shakes his head, storing the words away to think on at another time. “Vintasnah? Are you okay?”

Vintasnah: The shaking stops. “ROT?! i-i-i-i I’m fine! Are you… are you okay?” She’s speaking through the tears, her fingers clutched so tight on your shoulders it hurts.

Rotenh Dal: He draws his hands up to rest atop her own, nodding lightly as he attempts to get her to stop shaking him. “I’m fine, I’m alright, just stop shaking me please.”

Vintasnah: “Oh.. oh!” She lets go quickly and jerks her hands from your shoulders. “What happened? I was sleeping and you started talking.. and you were crying and then, then it got quiet but suddenly you started screaming and I couldn’t get you to stop and I-I- you just… you wouldn’t wake up.”

Rotenh Dal: He shakes his head, and rubs back and forth over his face, frowning a bit at the realization that absolutely all of it was a dream. “Ah, well just a really weird and scary dream. I hope it’s nothing.”

Vintasnah: “Are you sure?! Rot, you- you started glowing purple! PURPLE!” The panic in her voice is reminiscent of a scared mother.

Rotenh Dal: “When the hell did that happen?”

Vintasnah: “A few minutes ago, after you went quiet. It hurt to touch you, but I had to wake you up…”

Vintasnah: Roll a spot.

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2

Rotenh Dal: 5, I think.

Vintasnah: Lol, nope.

Rotenh Dal: It’s 2 actually. No wis bonus.

Rotenh Dal: He draws his gaze down, to examine the girl’s hands.

Vintasnah: nice catch

Rotenh Dal: ((I’m good.))

Vintasnah: [As you look at her hands you’ll notice burn marks, as if she had stuck her hands into a fire. No scorch marks, just the scars now making the skin of her palms bubbly and bumpy. The burns are hard to look at without feeling the pain of it yourself but in some places you can already see it healing, unnaturally fast].

Rotenh Dal: He bares his teeth a bit as he looks at the wounds, his gaze moving back up to look into Vintasnah’s eyes. "If you ever see me glowing again, do your best to restrain me with your powers. If that doesn’t work, I want you to run, okay?

Rotenh Dal: "

Vintasnah: “Well, its not going to kill me or anything it just stung a bit… I know you didn’t mean to. I mean, you didn’t want my help at first… but.. then you let me. And that’s when you woke up. And it’s… it’s okay now right?”

Rotenh Dal: ‘For now, yes, but I don’t want to risk anything happening in the future." He glances away, and up towards the sky, checking to see if the sun is rising yet.

Vintasnah: [It is in fact, the sun hitting the desert sand casting an orange glow over the land around you, a hazy light cascading into the green plush grass at your fingertips].

Vintasnah: Vintasnha nods at you, unsure of what to do at this point. She woke you up. You’re alive and not hurting anymore. And yet, she was useless to aid you.. and that fact stands evident in her features.

Rotenh Dal: He stands upwards, and stretches out his sore muscles, before working to break camp, glancing over to Vintasnah, he gives her a comforting little smile. “Come on, we should get moving. We’ve got a long way to go yet.”

Vintasnah: “…” She stares up at you and nods in agreement. She stands to her feet, not using her hands to help her rise. She stands up from her knees and follows at your heels. "Where are we going…?

Vintasnah: "*

Rotenh Dal: “To the center of the desert. We’ve got somebody to meet there.”

Vintasnah: “That… that’s right. I’m sorry, I didn’t.. I forgot.”

Rotenh Dal: “It’s fine. We’ve all got alot on our minds.” He finishes packing, before turning around, giving one last worried glance to Vintasnah’s palms. “You ready?”

Vintasnah: “Yes.”
[The day is long, hot is nothing else. Vintasnah follows at your side making every side step you make, every skip or move that you make. If any conversation is to be had she talks along, being as merry as she is able. By the end of the day the scars on her hands have almost gone and even she doesn’t realize it until nightfall.

Vintasnah: …

Vintasnah: The ground below you is sand and dust, the remnants of what was once a lush and fertile continent. Here, nothing lives].

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Vintasnah: [By nightfall you have made it into the desert. Here there is nothing. The two of you walk on and as the sun sets the two moons above you cast a florescent blue shine onto everything and everything is visible as day. Small creatures skitter by your feet and other than the few conversations that might be had between the two of you, there is only the sound of your feet crushing sand beneath.]

Rotenh Dal: He keeps a steady pace, doing his best to keep the sand in his shoes from annoying him too much. His gaze rakes over the blue-washed ocean of sand, taking in it’s beauty as the four footsteps echo over the endless expanse.

Vintasnah: [This journey would continue on into weeks. Almost three weeks in fact. The endless expanse has been endless. Hallucinations have been frequent during the day time: mirages. memories play out like movie reels across the desert ocean and slowly, piece by piece, Vintasnah has begun to recall some of her memories. Her purpose for being here, however, eludes her. And though she has discovered that she can be an endless source of water for the both of them, food has become less and even less of a necessity for her. Rot’s mind has been plagued with remnants of dreams he awakens to each day. Though none of them have been as severe as the first, each of them leaves a mark… takes a toll. Dreams of having children, a wife, the wife periodically changing from dream to dream, as well as the children. Sometimes he’s just as alone as he ever was. And Vintasnah shows up there too. Always present but always in the back ground with a group of three others. Each of them stand as broken figures, always on the edges of the dreams, unreachable.]

Rotenh Dal: Doing his best to keep the mental torment he goes through, he treks alongside Vintasnah through the desert. Periodically glancing down to the paper that was stashed in his pocket, so he keeps his goal set in his mind, never veering from the path, and talking less and less, as the burden becomes greater and greater upon him.

Vintasnah: “You have been quiet, Rot… For a few days now. Are you alright? Are you thirsty or anything…?”

Rotenh Dal: “No, I’m not thirsty. Just have a headache is all.”

Vintasnah: “A- a what?”

Rotenh Dal: “My head hurts.”

Vintasnah: “Why?”

Rotenh Dal: “I don’t know. Bad dreams, thinking too much.”

Vintasnah: She look up at you, concerned, worried, her brows furrowed together. As she’s about to say something else… Roll a reflex

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4

Rotenh Dal: 10

Rotenh Dal: ><

Vintasnah: laaaaawwwwwwwwl

Rotenh Dal: ( I know right? The first one I’ve ever botched. )

Vintasnah: [As Vintasnah attempts to start a comment she is interrupted, as you are from hearing her. Even as you look forward, the expanse seemingly empty, your foot catches on a stone. Not just any stone, a brick. You fall forward gracelessly and land on your chest onto another smaller brick behind that one, knocking the breath out of your lungs, a sharp pain now courseing through your chest cavity].

Vintasnah: “ROT!” Vintasnah watches as you fall but is too slow to do a thing about it. She runs to your side and trips over another brick, rolling to her side, but quickly getting back up, unscathed. “Are you alright?!”

Rotenh Dal: “HrmphH!” He grunts and rolls onto his back, his hands grasping at his diaphram, as he fights to take another breath. “Damnit, where the hell did these damn bricks come from!?”

Vintasnah: [Even as you look where your feet are you can just barely make out the bricks. They are in fact, almost invisible. The light that beams down upon them seemingly cast no shadows and even from where you lay you cannot make out the brick that Vintasnah tripped over. All around you there seems to be only dirt].

Vintasnah: “I-I don’t know! I can’t even… where did they go?”

Rotenh Dal: “Mmph damned illusions. One moment.” He draws his gaze over the ground, and flicks on the little simalcrum of a switch in his mind, that allows him to see the outline of magical auras, scanning the area for the illusions he knows are hiding the bricks, and likely surrounding structures.

Vintasnah: [The illusion is small, faint, but there. This particular illusion merely bends the light in such a fashion as to hide the objects. And all around, the city becomes visible. Tower arches built from stone bricks stand magnanimous above you, fallen pillars scattered from end to end, the shattered city almost as long and far as the horizon itself. Eveything old, everything broken, left to rot away of its own accord, sunbeaten and weather worn].

Rotenh Dal: “Oh gods.. do you see this Vintasnah?” He speaks in wonder, as he draws upwards, and walks in a small circle, taking in the expanse of the dead forgotten city surrounding him.

Vintasnah: “See what? It’s just a desert. There’s nothing here.”

Rotenh Dal: “No, but there is. Look past the monotony. The light is bent, but if you concentrate, you can see it. It’s morbid, but beautiful.”

Vintasnah: “I don’t think… I can’t…” she stares at the desert for a moment… and a moment longer, concentrates on looking past it, into it. And there… there it is. She gasps, “Rot! What… what is this place?”

Rotenh Dal: “I have no clue Vintasnah.. But this desert hasn’t always been here. It’s very possible, that it’s from before the desert formed..”

Vintasnah: “But… have you never heard of it?”

Rotenh Dal: “No, I haven’t.”

Vintasnah: “Well… what now?”

Vintasnah: She starts walking towards the great arches, her ciuriousity getting the best of her. She wanders around the visible edges and then through the arches, into the great city.

Rotenh Dal: He steps into place behind her, keeping a look out, as they wander through the city, wonder evident in his features, at standing structures, being this old, and obviously abandoned.

Vintasnah: She leads you deeper into the city, her amazement outweighing her caution. So much so, that even she jumped at the sound of the voice some distance from the both of you.

Vintasnah: [“Hullo there.” a stale voice, older, worn.]

Rotenh Dal: He jumps a bit in turn, suddenly turning around, towards the voice, his brows raised high, and his hands extended, ready to produce a pair of needles at a moments notice. “Umm.. hello?”

Vintasnah: [“Hullo to you, boy. And girl, I see. Or do I?” from behind a pillar an elder man with shoulder length hair, silver, and eyes to match steps out.

Rotenh Dal: “Well, not conventionally, it looks like..” He mutters the words out, as he looks into the man’s dead eyes. “Who are you?”

Vintasnah: [[Did you ever read the missive?]]

Rotenh Dal: (( Yess, but I’ll have to look for the name on it. ))

Vintasnah: [[I can’t remember it either. Lol, hold on.]]

Vintasnah: Thris’farh of Den’haviir

Rotenh Dal: ((How the hell was I supposed to remember that!? X})

Vintasnah: XD very carefully

Vintasnah: ["Now, that depends on who you’re looking for, since no one can exactly roam into this place, and on how kind you’ll be to an “unconventional” blind man…" She smiles a bit.]

Vintasnah: He*

Rotenh Dal: ((Very unconventional apparently! buahahaha)

Vintasnah: [[X] he’s my fav.]]

Rotenh Dal: He draws his hand down to his pocket, and pulls the note from it. “Well I don’t suppose this Thris’Farh fellow might have some seeing problems?”

Vintasnah: [“Thris’Farh, eh? No he can see just fine. What you need ’im for?”]

Rotenh Dal: “Going gardening. Got to cut up some roots or some other such nonsense.”

Vintasnah: [“If you’re looking for Thris’Farh, boy, then you’ve come to dig up roots, not plant them.”]

Vintasnah: [“Let me see the missive in your hand.”]

Vintasnah: [He stretches his hand out to you, the other resting on a very plain wooden cane].

Rotenh Dal: “Isn’t a large part of gardening, cutting out the weeds by the roots, so the less unsavory herbs can bloom?” He puts the hand with the missive outwards, and awaits the man to take it.

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Vintasnah: [“Depends on what’s trying to grow there, and who’s doing all the planting and uprooting, now doesn’t it?” He steps forward lightly on his feet and takes the letter from your hands. “Good gods that’s loud… Surprised it hasn’t given her an absolute headache…” He holds the missive in front of his face and up a bit. “Ah. There it is.” Releasing the cane, which stands up straight even at his release, appears to pinch a spot just above the paper and pull. As he pulls a long florescent green string comes out of the letter and floats in the air. He drops the letter to the ground, which then turns to powder, and the green thread exapands, twists, and forms lines of literature in the air. He nods, a sort of old man scowl reaching his face, a smile, and then a stern look…].

Rotenh Dal: “Well, I didn’t see that coming.”

Vintasnah: [“Who’s blind now, hm?” The elder man looks to you and back to the writing in the air.]

Rotenh Dal: “I.. don’t have an answer to that.” He just looks up, and glances over the floating green writing.

Vintasnah: [“That’s alright. I wasn’t expecting one… Well, Mr. Rotenh Dal. Looks like you are in quite a bit of trouble, now aren’t you?”]

Rotenh Dal: “It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

Vintasnah: [The green lettering falls away into the ground below, a hazy glow that dissipates eventually. “Ironically, enough, my boy.. You are indeed quite used to it. Come, let us get inside and have ourselves a good chat.”]

Rotenh Dal: "Ah yes..

Rotenh Dal: " He glances about all the empty buildings and archways. “So, do we just pick any abandoned hovel, or do you have one with a bit of interior design?”

Vintasnah: [Pffft! Ha! Oh, I’m going to like you, I can tell." He wanders over to one of the few remaining pillars that though weather beaten, stands straight and tall. His hand touches the base of the pillar and finally rests on a spot. He pushes lightly and a grinding noise follows. Brick by large brick, a doorway is formed in the side of the massive pillar. And inside, a spiral stair case going down. He ushers you in before he turns to make sure the bricks, controlled by strange mechanics reset the stones into their resting place.]

Vintasnah: [[And I’m going to end it here, so I can sleep].

Rotenh Dal: ((Alright! Awesome! I like old blind truespeaker man!))

Vintasnah: lol, he’s pretty neat.

((Part 2))

Vintasnah: We’re just going to pick up right where we left off and I’ll leave it up to you on whether or not we want to count this is a part 2 or a whole new session.

Vintasnah: [Pffft! Ha! Oh, I’m going to like you, I can tell." He wanders over to one of the few remaining pillars that though weather beaten, stands straight and tall. His hand touches the base of the pillar and finally rests on a spot. He pushes lightly and a grinding noise follows. Brick by large brick, a doorway is formed in the side of the massive pillar. And inside, a spiral stair case going down. He ushers you in before he turns to make sure the bricks, controlled by strange mechanics reset the stones into their resting place.]

Rotenh Dal: (Part 2 works)

Rotenh Dal: “I have to say, I’ve never seen anything quite like this..” He speaks distractedly, as he steps down to revealed spiral staircase, his gaze glued to the building around him, taking all of the old architecture, and staring in a lack of comprehension at the various mechanical bits that he sees here and there.

Vintasnah: [“I certainly hope not. This has been buried here for centuries…” He follows you down the staircase, Vintasnah in awe of every little thing she sees. Along the walls images spiral downwards, ancient hyroglyphs, and corresponding decorative etchings.]

Rotenh Dal: “Around seven centuries?” He wonders aloud, as he descends the steps, glancing over all the little pictues upon the walls, likely pertaining to a language forgotten long ago.

Vintasnah: ["That’

Vintasnah: [[I hate you enter button…]]

Rotenh Dal: ((Buahaha)

Vintasnah: [He scoffs. “Indeed it was. I suppose you’d be the expert, eh?”]

Rotenh Dal: He laughs and shakes his head a bit. “I suppose so.” He reaches out, trailing his fingers along the wall, searching out any marks that he might recognize from another time.

Vintasnah: [“Well it would be about damn time now wouldn’t it?” The walk down seems never ending and quite dizzying. In reality the walk takes almost twenty minutes straight down. Thris’Farh keeps up with you, hobbling behind you on his cane, and Vintasnah saunters on in quiet anticipation. And for your troubles, you are both rewarded. Below you, an opening in front of the last step becomes visible to you from above; through the opening the sounds of a city beckoning you home. When you finally reach the opening, a city as large in width, though only half as large in height (though still towering) and almost a complete replica of the kingdom above ground stands before you. Centuries of construction and planning, a vision from the gods, whole and evident before you.]

Rotenh Dal: “Huh.. much less roots than the last one, looks like.” He steps forward, his eyes wide as he takes in the site of the sprawling city all around him, his hand moving up to allow him to rub his eyes, and adjust from the gloomy walk downstairs.

Vintasnah: [He mumbles something under his breath and brushes past you. “Damn kids…” looking to Vintasnah, “Except you that is.” He laughs a hearty laugh, a joke that only he was privy to enjoy. “Come on.” He leads you through a large city entrance, no walls, but enough buildings and bazaars to keep any one person busy and interested for days. He trails through the city another twenty minutes, cutting through somewhere in the general direction of the city center and veering off to the right towards the outskirts of the city near the cavern walls. When once you reach it, he takes you into his home. A small little single roomed house carved out of the inside of the cavern wall, windows and all. Inside is a cot stuffed full of fresh hay on the floor, pots and odds and ends, a small pit and handmade wares. “I’m hungry. You hungry? Yeah, me too. Alright sit down, be back in a moment.”]

Vintasnah: [He leaves].

Rotenh Dal: “Well, this is a suprising turn of events.” He comments, as he walks a circuit around the house, his hands trailing across the various objects, taking in the sights of the old man’s home, keeping his mind busy.

Vintasnah: “I don’t really know what to think of this.” She too is poking around things, prodding everything within reach of where she sits. “I don’t really even know why we’re here. I don’t get anything anymore. Not that I ever really did.” Her brows furrow together, annoyance apparent in her features.

Rotenh Dal: “We’re here to make the world a safer place for people marked by whatever the little dots are.” He moves back to take a seat at the table, leaning back, he draws his arm out, and examines the little red dot upon it, before drawing both hands, to rest the back of his head in his palms.

Vintasnah: She turns and looks at you, one of her eyebrows quirked up, her lip quirked in the same fashion: disbelief. “Say what?”

Vintasnah: lol, memeber, she basically slept through EVERYTHING XD.

Rotenh Dal: “Huh? Oh I had forgotten you were sleeping. Okay, well there are a bunch of people, yourself and I included, marked with these little red dots. They’re called the Orphans of something or another, and they’re hunted by a secret group of individuals, looking to exterminate them. I understand that I’m here, so that I can take out the roots of that organization, and destroy it from the core.”

Vintasnah: “I don’t believe that.”

Rotenh Dal: "Why not?

Rotenh Dal: "

Vintasnah: “…because you don’t care…”

Rotenh Dal: His brow draws upwards, and he rights himself in his chair, confusion evident on his features. “How’s that?”

Vintasnah: “You just called them the Orphans of something or other. Isn’t it- I mean- I just- … I remember my Dad. I remember he had to leave once and my Mom wouldn’t let him. He was so… passionate. Someone was fighting, or something, and he wanted to help stop it. It was all he talked about for days until my Mom said he could go. You… you aren’t like that.”

Rotenh Dal: "You remember your father??

Rotenh Dal: "

Vintasnah: “N-n-n-not alot. Just a little bit…”

Rotenh Dal: “Well, I’d like to hear what you remember, if you’d like to tell me.” He leans forward on the table, moving to rest his chin in his hands, as he eyes Vintasnah.

Vintasnah: [“Alright! Found some…thing whatever this is and it’s edible! And ready made, so eat up!” he storms in through the door, Vintasnah about falls over as he slams the door open and closed again. He panders over to the table where he sets down a large clay plate filled with some various berries, leafy foods, and some sort of steaming meat. He plops down in a chair and starts in with his hands].

Rotenh Dal: He grunts a bit, as he’s interrupted from the new information. He mutters his thanks to the man, before dishing out a portion for himself and Vintasnah. He eyes the bare-handed eating style for a moment, frowning at his own dusty fingers, and then suddenly smirks. He gives Vintasnah a wink, as he produces two needles, and begins using the makeshift utensils to eat.

Vintasnah: [The old man about spits his food out at the site of the needles and coughs for a moment. “Good gods! What now?! What’s the matter with your hands, eh?” Vintasnah stares at him like a little girl that just got in trouble for breaking something she didn’t break].

Rotenh Dal: “They’re covered in dirt from the road..”

Vintasnah: [“Little dirt is good for ya.” He eyes you.]

Rotenh Dal: “Actually, there isn’t anything at all nutritious about it..”

Vintasnah: [“I beg to differ. I’m still here. Quite healthy I’d like to add.”]

Rotenh Dal: “Suppose you can’t argue with results..” He grunts, and picks up a leaf with a dusty thumb and forefinger, before taking a bite, sticking his tongue out a bit, at the dirt still attached, makin geverything quite dry for the first bite or so.

Vintasnah: [He lets our a hearty laugh that fills the house with an inexplicable sort of joy. Slapping his hand down on the table (making Vinny jump along with the plate of food) he attempts to speak through the laughter and succinct tears but can’t manage to speak and laugh at the same time].

Rotenh Dal: He gives Vintasnah a “Are we here with a crazy man?” look as the laughter booms through the house.

Vintasnah: [He slows to a stop and finally gets out, “You always were a pissant. Hehe, oh gods. Alright well, down to business and work and all that stuff that keeps us going in life…” He moves back from the table and slowly lowers himself to the ground in front of his pit. “Come on then.”

Vintasnah: [[Sry, brianna decided she was going to empty out the attic. X.x]]

Rotenh Dal: “I’m sorry, have we met?” He rises from the table, grabbing a piece of meat to nibble, as he draws down to sit across from the old man.

Rotenh Dal: ((really? A little early to set up the christmas tree))

Vintasnah: [[LOL. I wish! No, she’s organinzing for packing all her shat for when she moves. That and she’s finally realized that we’re organized horders. Lol. It’s gonna be a good night.]]

Rotenh Dal: (( Terrifying. When’s she leaving? ))

Vintasnah: [[No idea, sry. The worst and funniest thing you ever want to hear when someone is cleaning out an attic is, “OHGAWD! uhhh, AH! The fender fell off! Ohhhuuuh We can fix that!”]]

Rotenh Dal: ((Something other than cars have fenders?))

Vintasnah: [[Lol, it was a model car my dad hed built like ten years ago.]]

Vintasnah: Anyway!

Rotenh Dal: ((Thaaaat explains it))

Vintasnah: Vintasnah follows, sitting quietly and concerned across from Rot next to the elder man. He looks from her and back to you, “I don’t know you personally. But you should know you well enough, shouldn’t ya?”

Rotenh Dal: “Ah.. not really?”

Vintasnah: [“No? You don’t know you?”]

Rotenh Dal: “Less and less lately.”

Vintasnah: “AH! Well in this case less is more. The less you know of you who are right now the more you know of who you were. You’ve been having dreams lately, yes? Don’t even answer, I already know. Been seeing weird things, children, women, tons of faces, none of them familiar? That’s what happens to recycled souls. It happens to the best of us son. With you, however, yours have been a bit forced and so you’re coming into them much too fast, too harsh, and sooner or late you’re either going to snap or forget who you are completely.”]

Rotenh Dal: “What.. the hell?”

Rotenh Dal: “Okay, think later.. What do you mean it was forced?”

Vintasnah: [“HAHA, even hell itself has nothing on you Rotenh Dal. Now. Facts. Fact 1. You are old. Seven centuries old, in fact. Your soul is, your body is new and young as are the memories that come with it. Fact 2. Your soul carries memories with it and those memories are resurfacing right now in an attempt to reach you. They have been at bay for these many years because you have not been needed until now. Fact 3. You aren’t ready. You’re weak, indignant, careful but lacking in true wisdom. Ever since your little adventure years ago you’ve been a little like an odor on the wind. Carried wherever the wind blows without purpose, reason, or ryhme. Following?”]

Rotenh Dal: “Well I think you could have used a better euphanism than an odor, but other than that, I follow.”

Vintasnah: [“Nope, it’s perfect. you’re like a smell the Universe can’t seem to get out of its nostrils. Whether that’s a good or bad thing is up to you and the choices you make in the upcoming year.”]

Rotenh Dal: “Really now? Well what sort of choices should I be steering toward then?”

Vintasnah: [“Listen, I’m here to train you up, tell you who you are, who you’ve been, but what you do with all that is up to you. I’ve got nothing to do with that.”]

Rotenh Dal: “Very well then. Is there any special reason why my particular scent can’t seem to dissipate?”

Vintasnah: [“That… is a very long history lesson that I’m too tired to go into right now. Tomorrow I’ll give you the long of it. For now, the short of it is this: You died prematurely. The gods, however, had given you a purpose that you were not able to fullfill in your lifetime. Lifetimes in some cases. You’ve been re-awakened a few times. Each time you’ve failed. Though,” he casts his eyes to the pit, “not ever incident could have been stopped.” He looks back up but towards Vintasnah. He smiles at her and pushing up off the ground wanders over to his bed. “Sleep now. The floor is yours. We’ll talk in the morning if you’re still here.”]

Rotenh Dal: “If the morning promises to fill me in with more information, I’m quite sure the circumstances will see to it that I’m not here at all.” He rises up, and settles back into a chair, his arms crossing over his chest as he ruminates upon what he’s learned.

Vintasnah: [He scoffs from his bed, rolls over, and falls asleep. Vintasnah on the other hand hasn’t moved. Nor has she been able to take her eyes of you this entire time. Awestruck and baffled she watches you and your every mood.]

Rotenh Dal: He grinds his teeth quietly, as he leans back in his chair, his eyes restlessly flicking over the various parts of the room, not focusing on anything for long, doing his best to not focus on anything else, in order to keep everything from sinking in just yet.

Vintasnah: “Rot…?”

Rotenh Dal: “Hmm?”

Vintasnah: “…”

Rotenh Dal: “What is it?”

Rotenh Dal: He looks down, his dark blue eyes focusing on the girl.

Vintasnah: “…You… you’re old.”

Rotenh Dal: “Looks like it.”

Vintasnah: All she can do is stare at you. There’s a lack of words, a lack of something. She knows what to say, she knows what to do, but it’s as if there’s no way to do it, no way to say- And suddenly the words are there. “Heshii en delde` areh.” She smiles up at you, a pathetic smile but one that shows her pride.

Rotenh Dal: He just stares back for his part, watching the various ideas and thoughts flick across her features, before the words leave her lips. He stares for a moment, and just chuckles softly. “I’m sure whatever you said was very thoughtful, but I didn’t understand a word of it” Despite everything, a smile lifts his expression for a moment.

Vintasnah: “I can’t even translate it. But I know it. Somewhere in here.” She points to her face, indicating her mind. Her memories. “We’re the same. We both know lots of things, we just don’t know we know them.”

Rotenh Dal: “Hah, yes, I guess we are pretty much the same. Hell of alot of good it does us now eh?”

Rotenh Dal: He smirks at the cruel irony, and draws his hand up to rub over his eyelids.

Vintasnah: “Well, it has to doesn’t it? Why else would we be here?” She looks down at the ground, all hope and joy stripped from her features. She wants to be happy, but what for? Her mother left her here and she can’t remember why.

Rotenh Dal: “To fix whats gone wrong. It’s likely a joyless thankless task, but if we don’t this is just going to happen again and again, apparently.”

Vintasnah: It takes a moment, but right one cue those tears well up in her eyes and before she even knows she’s crying the tears are silently slipping down her face in two trails. Even as she cries her form becomes more transparent, her skin ripples, and like the rain she collapses into a puddle of water on the ground that dissolves just as quickly into the clay earth.

Vintasnah: on*

Rotenh Dal: He looks away as she starts crying, not really wanting to deal with that bit of emotional upheaval just yet. After a few moments, he looks back, just intime to see her liquidate and evaporate. “Vinny! Damnit come back here!”

Vintasnah: ["WHAT is all the yelling ABOUT?!

Vintasnah: ]

Rotenh Dal: “Shut up and help me find her.” He draws forward, flicking that little mental switch, that turns on his ability to see magical auras and trails, doing his best to track the trail of Vintasnah, after her dissappearance."

Rotenh Dal: (Sans the last quotation mark)

Vintasnah: [He rolls over in his bed and looks at you, the floor, you and then laughs. "Wow… You’re good. Did you use your best line to make her do that or do all the women just “faint” when you speak." He sighs. “I bet she doesn’t even know she could do that. I wouldn’t worry, she’ll be back when she knows how to reform. Comes with the territory.” He rolls back over and falls back to sleep. Seemingly so.]

Rotenh Dal: His jaw clenches in anger, as the man just shrugs off the situation as if it’s nothing. Frustration and anger war within him, as he impotently looks around the room, incapable of doing anything to bring her back.

Vintasnah: No trails or anything, btw

Rotenh Dal: ((Figured.))

Vintasnah: [Another sigh comes from the bed. “Now see, if you would be a little more like that and little less, ‘we come we eat we live we die and we get nothing for it’ she might have stayed around. Bet that’s why she left the first time too, isn’t it?” He never turns around or even indicates how he knows what he knows.]

Rotenh Dal: “The two situations are vastly different. We’ve both just learned that neither one of us are what we think, how was I supposed to react? How was I supposed to be any other way? I can’t just act the way I act when she’s in trouble whenever she isn’t, it’s a reaction that I’m quite incapable of fabricating this sort of action. Now, if you don’t have anything useful to say, shut up.”

Vintasnah: “No they aren’t. Don’t use your situation as a cover either. Fact is. The first time she left you, you hurt her. Her feelings to exact. Simple and childish but real. You hurt her feelings this time too by telling her that you were both here for thankless joyless reasons. Good job, Rot. Good job, Merrick. Good job, Finneh’us, and the other seven centuries worth of wretched woe is me and my life vagabonds!” And like that his body bursts into a cloud of sand and dust, scattered and left to fall to pieces gracefully to the ground].

Vintasnah: End Session.

Vintasnah: to be*

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