May 08, 2011 12:17
[The feed picks up near the Door, where a man dressed in dark clothing and a black hat stumbles rather drunkenly. He’s obviously not aware of his surroundings, and is in fact going to succumb to unconsciousness from contact with the mist any second.
But for now, the Forge that he’s clutching in one hand confusedly is showing a rather jumpy and out-of-focus view of his face, distressed and covered in tears.]
Master! Master, where did you go... you haven’t left me again, have you? Master? Oz?
[The voice is coming out pretty shrill and ridiculous, pleading, and the man sounds quite a bit more like a young boy than his looks say that he should. There’s much physical flailing, and then the man is on his knees, golden eyes wide and distraught, horror and fear at having been left behind somehow written all over his face.
And then....
Unconsciousness.]
xerxes break,
!gilbert nightray,
rhode kamelot