I may know the answers, but a question i still hear... /active.
Character(s): Rishfee, and open to all.
Content: Rishfee arrives into Paixao, and a lot of confusion ensues.
Setting: The Jouthenhiem gate.
Time: Week 19, Mid-afternoon.
Warnings: Possible angst. Probable terrified gate!man. Definate attempt on Rishfee's part to push his way back through. :'<
The Immortal only seemed to find himself again after he'd taken three steps from the gate. It was almost like something had overrode his body to pass through the gate without any complaint, his mind occupied by what had been his not-so-distant past. Well... Occupied wasn't exactly the word. More like consumed. He'd relieved everything upon passing through the gate, fighting with literal tooth and nail, screaming, roaring and matching the Mamool-Ja's bites and claws with his own until he was finally knocked down - then the knowledge rising that he wouldn't get out of this alive. That Aphmau's life depended now on her mercenary...
His final report to the grand vizier had been via linkshell and while he fought - interuppted by the explosion.
The final act of self-destructing while in the very middle of them was so the mercenary could continue going after Aphmau unhindered. He'd seen all of the Mamool-Ja in close promiximity fall to the ground in flame- but that was it. That was where everything was overwritten by the most intense pain he'd ever known, if only briefly before it was cut off.
Then there was this gate, and someone pushing something into his hand while he'd followed the procession of others absolutely mindlessly. The sensation of someone touching him brought him out of his trace, and he merely stared at the person for the smallest of seconds - before looking backward.
A gate...?
The scenery was unrecognisable. The smell of the place was the same - and despite the obvious confusion that the young Immortal felt right now, one thing was prevailiant. That this must be the void, and that he couldn't return to it yet. There was too much left to do. He felt his legs regain feeling and almost instantly turned and started pushing back against the slow procession of people coming out of the gate, pushing them to the side to no avail. The gate was rigidly locked.
"You!"
The poor old flyer-giver was soon treated to the Immortal grabbing him by the scuff of the neck and half dragging him a few metres. Such conduct was definately not Rishfee's usual style, but this was an emergency. He had to get back! He had to find Aphmau! He couldn't trust the mercenary. Not when it came to tracking an undead corsair, mercenaries could barely be trusted with the most simple tasks.
"Open the gate! Now!"
Content: Rishfee arrives into Paixao, and a lot of confusion ensues.
Setting: The Jouthenhiem gate.
Time: Week 19, Mid-afternoon.
Warnings: Possible angst. Probable terrified gate!man. Definate attempt on Rishfee's part to push his way back through. :'<
The Immortal only seemed to find himself again after he'd taken three steps from the gate. It was almost like something had overrode his body to pass through the gate without any complaint, his mind occupied by what had been his not-so-distant past. Well... Occupied wasn't exactly the word. More like consumed. He'd relieved everything upon passing through the gate, fighting with literal tooth and nail, screaming, roaring and matching the Mamool-Ja's bites and claws with his own until he was finally knocked down - then the knowledge rising that he wouldn't get out of this alive. That Aphmau's life depended now on her mercenary...
His final report to the grand vizier had been via linkshell and while he fought - interuppted by the explosion.
The final act of self-destructing while in the very middle of them was so the mercenary could continue going after Aphmau unhindered. He'd seen all of the Mamool-Ja in close promiximity fall to the ground in flame- but that was it. That was where everything was overwritten by the most intense pain he'd ever known, if only briefly before it was cut off.
Then there was this gate, and someone pushing something into his hand while he'd followed the procession of others absolutely mindlessly. The sensation of someone touching him brought him out of his trace, and he merely stared at the person for the smallest of seconds - before looking backward.
A gate...?
The scenery was unrecognisable. The smell of the place was the same - and despite the obvious confusion that the young Immortal felt right now, one thing was prevailiant. That this must be the void, and that he couldn't return to it yet. There was too much left to do. He felt his legs regain feeling and almost instantly turned and started pushing back against the slow procession of people coming out of the gate, pushing them to the side to no avail. The gate was rigidly locked.
"You!"
The poor old flyer-giver was soon treated to the Immortal grabbing him by the scuff of the neck and half dragging him a few metres. Such conduct was definately not Rishfee's usual style, but this was an emergency. He had to get back! He had to find Aphmau! He couldn't trust the mercenary. Not when it came to tracking an undead corsair, mercenaries could barely be trusted with the most simple tasks.
"Open the gate! Now!"