Prince Dastan ◊ 001
Who: Dastan and anyone that wants to greet him in Somarium
Where: Random field in Espoir
Style: Starts in third, but I'm open to any!
Status: Open
It feels different this time. Moving through time usually feels like being lifted by the wind, but now Dastan feels like the wind is from a storm, the sand hitting his skin with high velocity. He can hear Nizam screaming as he plummets down to his demise and the Prince is suddenly reminded of Tamina. Through the Sands, he can almost see her as the fabric of time unwinds back faster and faster. He can see his brothers dying again, he can hear his father unanswered plea as the poison burned him, but the Prince can’t do anything yet again. He tries to will the Dagger to recap itself before he moves too far away in his timeline, but the whirlwind of sand blinds him once more and he gasps as sand fills his mouth and nose.
It stops as abruptly as it started and Dastan staggers for a few steps before falling to his knees, coughing and spitting out sand. He wipes away the sand from his eyes before taking in his surroundings, clinging to the Dagger slightly. Though the buildings are somewhat reminiscent of his homeland, the land is too green to be his home. Standing up, he walks around, touching the stone houses as to make sure they are real. The wavering shadow over his head makes him look up and his jaw substantially drops as he gazes upon the flying castle in the sky. He brings up the Dagger of Time to look at it, realizing that the hilt container is now empty of any sand. Confusion and worry creep over his feature as he simply whispers to himself:
"By the Gods...how much of Time have I turned back?..."
Where: Random field in Espoir
Style: Starts in third, but I'm open to any!
Status: Open
It feels different this time. Moving through time usually feels like being lifted by the wind, but now Dastan feels like the wind is from a storm, the sand hitting his skin with high velocity. He can hear Nizam screaming as he plummets down to his demise and the Prince is suddenly reminded of Tamina. Through the Sands, he can almost see her as the fabric of time unwinds back faster and faster. He can see his brothers dying again, he can hear his father unanswered plea as the poison burned him, but the Prince can’t do anything yet again. He tries to will the Dagger to recap itself before he moves too far away in his timeline, but the whirlwind of sand blinds him once more and he gasps as sand fills his mouth and nose.
It stops as abruptly as it started and Dastan staggers for a few steps before falling to his knees, coughing and spitting out sand. He wipes away the sand from his eyes before taking in his surroundings, clinging to the Dagger slightly. Though the buildings are somewhat reminiscent of his homeland, the land is too green to be his home. Standing up, he walks around, touching the stone houses as to make sure they are real. The wavering shadow over his head makes him look up and his jaw substantially drops as he gazes upon the flying castle in the sky. He brings up the Dagger of Time to look at it, realizing that the hilt container is now empty of any sand. Confusion and worry creep over his feature as he simply whispers to himself:
"By the Gods...how much of Time have I turned back?..."