08-14-2017, 03:51 AM
It was a rough night. The stress of his upcoming decision would make or break his world. Could he truly learn to live with Faylinn as his wife? Would she ever grow a personality, or would he be doomed to a life bound to a strict know-it-all queen? Would Reglaive's daughter ever forgive him? Would he be forced to live, always looking over his shoulder?
Upon waking, he found things were not as they had been. He was surrounded by a darkness, in which he could feel nothing. His senses seemed dulled, mundane even. The only thing in sight was a faceless inverted silhouette. Faceless except for that smile, that is. It was eerie, and for a moment that stretched on forever, it seemed the figure just sat there.
All at once, it began speaking. Zi said nothing. One does not speak out of turns to beings like this. Abarration, celestial, fiend, whatever this being was he did not know its power, or its origin. He did not know if he could defeat it if the being was angered by his otherwise sharp tongue and eagerness to interject.
Omni, he learned, was apparently a deity of his own reality... pompously named the Omniverse. He even had a magic material named after him. Omnilium. This thing really was as pompous as they come. Zi quickly tried to hide the thought. Omni could very well be both omnipotent and omniscient. All powerful and all knowing. There was no telling if this man-shaped being could see into his mind.
The sorcerer took care to remember all of this information. He stored it away for later assessment, when this being had said its peace and left. Later came sooner than he thought it would. The explanation of this world and Zi's reason to be in it was kept very brief. The silhouette was gone. Zi was left alone in a suddenly bright world, obscenely white with naught but an oddly placed fountain.
... What now?
Ziyadah stood up to take in his surroundings. Standing changed nothing, the vast world around him was seemingly empty, all except for this fountain. As the young man peered into the water, he saw only himself. His mocha skin and amber eyes, the goggles upon his brow and his dust mask were still present. He had fallen asleep with them on, as shown by his mess of hair and the wrinkles of his sleeveless shirt and belted pants. He looked rough.
He sat upon the edge of the fountain, slowly dipping his feet into the water. It felt comforting, like he used to do in the town square back in Yorheim Keep. The ripples distorted his reflection for a moment, but soon enough it was clear again. His reflection was oddly still. The longer he stared at himself, the more confused he became. "Nothing to say?"
His reflection mirrored his words without sound, just as any reflection does. It did not help his chaotic mind process the situation at hand. He could not even sort through the thoughts running through his own skull to pick one, they zoomed too fast, had too much momentum to pin down and deal with. He sat there for minutes, just staring at his reflection, silently asking for help.
"They won't find us here..." The words were not said by Zi - or at least the real Zi. His reflection slowly took on its own life. It blinked on its own, its lips formed words that passed between the liquid barrier. "They'll assume we died. Mom and Pa will be sad, but Meloth won't be stripped of title."
Zi frowned. Confused, he leans over to better look into his reflection. "Why do you think that?"
"Simple," the reflection said. "We just assassinated the king of a war-nation. Everyone knows it was us." Zi nodded, showing he understood that much.
"Assassination then? They'll think someone killed us? But there's no body."
The reflection held up a hand, showing it was empty. "There doesn't need to be one, if magic is involved. Meloth will assume it was a powerful sorcerer... Someone that could simply blip us out of existence. Maybe someone who could cast a Limited Wish spell." Zi straightened back up. His reflection was absolutely right, his Blood-Oath did not work interplanar, and since Zi did not cast the spell to travel between planes, the King would know he did not go intentionally.
"So... our parents get to stay nobles... but I don't have to be confined?" Wait... "I'm not... bound anymore... I'm.... I'm free? HAH!" He leaped from the fountain, his wet feet slapping on the white floor of the Nexus. Immediately, he stopped. "Well, what now? This place looks so... empty."
"Maybe it's just big."
It was a possibility. Zi squinted to look out into the distance. Sure enough after a moment, he discovers a little dot on what he would call the horizon. "Holy crap, is this... a room?"
"It would explain why there's no sun." That was also true.
"So we'll go see what's behind door number one. Thanks Ego."
"Wait," the reflection said. "You should wash up. Mother may not be here, but I will not have us parading around with drool on our face and an afro full of... is that a stick? How-- eh. You know what? I don't want to know. We want to make a good first impression, so please tame that bird's nest."
Zi snickered. "Who knew my logical side would be such a prat?"
"Your logical side is why you are almost a sex icon..." He had a point. Ego did make him put in the effort to look good and take pride in his appearance. "Hair, face, then run. Maybe we will find some hair gel in the nearest town. You have our mother's hair." Zi's mother was a dark skinned woman with a head full of tight curls. Her bedhead was absolute chaos in the mornings. Zi's hair was a spitting image.
Upon waking, he found things were not as they had been. He was surrounded by a darkness, in which he could feel nothing. His senses seemed dulled, mundane even. The only thing in sight was a faceless inverted silhouette. Faceless except for that smile, that is. It was eerie, and for a moment that stretched on forever, it seemed the figure just sat there.
All at once, it began speaking. Zi said nothing. One does not speak out of turns to beings like this. Abarration, celestial, fiend, whatever this being was he did not know its power, or its origin. He did not know if he could defeat it if the being was angered by his otherwise sharp tongue and eagerness to interject.
Omni, he learned, was apparently a deity of his own reality... pompously named the Omniverse. He even had a magic material named after him. Omnilium. This thing really was as pompous as they come. Zi quickly tried to hide the thought. Omni could very well be both omnipotent and omniscient. All powerful and all knowing. There was no telling if this man-shaped being could see into his mind.
The sorcerer took care to remember all of this information. He stored it away for later assessment, when this being had said its peace and left. Later came sooner than he thought it would. The explanation of this world and Zi's reason to be in it was kept very brief. The silhouette was gone. Zi was left alone in a suddenly bright world, obscenely white with naught but an oddly placed fountain.
... What now?
Ziyadah stood up to take in his surroundings. Standing changed nothing, the vast world around him was seemingly empty, all except for this fountain. As the young man peered into the water, he saw only himself. His mocha skin and amber eyes, the goggles upon his brow and his dust mask were still present. He had fallen asleep with them on, as shown by his mess of hair and the wrinkles of his sleeveless shirt and belted pants. He looked rough.
He sat upon the edge of the fountain, slowly dipping his feet into the water. It felt comforting, like he used to do in the town square back in Yorheim Keep. The ripples distorted his reflection for a moment, but soon enough it was clear again. His reflection was oddly still. The longer he stared at himself, the more confused he became. "Nothing to say?"
His reflection mirrored his words without sound, just as any reflection does. It did not help his chaotic mind process the situation at hand. He could not even sort through the thoughts running through his own skull to pick one, they zoomed too fast, had too much momentum to pin down and deal with. He sat there for minutes, just staring at his reflection, silently asking for help.
"They won't find us here..." The words were not said by Zi - or at least the real Zi. His reflection slowly took on its own life. It blinked on its own, its lips formed words that passed between the liquid barrier. "They'll assume we died. Mom and Pa will be sad, but Meloth won't be stripped of title."
Zi frowned. Confused, he leans over to better look into his reflection. "Why do you think that?"
"Simple," the reflection said. "We just assassinated the king of a war-nation. Everyone knows it was us." Zi nodded, showing he understood that much.
"Assassination then? They'll think someone killed us? But there's no body."
The reflection held up a hand, showing it was empty. "There doesn't need to be one, if magic is involved. Meloth will assume it was a powerful sorcerer... Someone that could simply blip us out of existence. Maybe someone who could cast a Limited Wish spell." Zi straightened back up. His reflection was absolutely right, his Blood-Oath did not work interplanar, and since Zi did not cast the spell to travel between planes, the King would know he did not go intentionally.
"So... our parents get to stay nobles... but I don't have to be confined?" Wait... "I'm not... bound anymore... I'm.... I'm free? HAH!" He leaped from the fountain, his wet feet slapping on the white floor of the Nexus. Immediately, he stopped. "Well, what now? This place looks so... empty."
"Maybe it's just big."
It was a possibility. Zi squinted to look out into the distance. Sure enough after a moment, he discovers a little dot on what he would call the horizon. "Holy crap, is this... a room?"
"It would explain why there's no sun." That was also true.
"So we'll go see what's behind door number one. Thanks Ego."
"Wait," the reflection said. "You should wash up. Mother may not be here, but I will not have us parading around with drool on our face and an afro full of... is that a stick? How-- eh. You know what? I don't want to know. We want to make a good first impression, so please tame that bird's nest."
Zi snickered. "Who knew my logical side would be such a prat?"
"Your logical side is why you are almost a sex icon..." He had a point. Ego did make him put in the effort to look good and take pride in his appearance. "Hair, face, then run. Maybe we will find some hair gel in the nearest town. You have our mother's hair." Zi's mother was a dark skinned woman with a head full of tight curls. Her bedhead was absolute chaos in the mornings. Zi's hair was a spitting image.
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