07-22-2015, 08:54 AM
With a whoosh, Shang was suddenly horizontal in water. Unwilling to test the belief that he couldn’t drown, the sorcerer planted his feet on the bottom of the fountain and reoriented himself into an upright position. As he stood up, he broke the surface of the Fountain of Infinity and found himself back in the Nexus. Around the sorcerer, the water took on a light green hue as dozens of green clouds formed above the surface and started to swirl around him.
By the time the souls had vanished into Shang Tsung’s now renewed body, the Spartan broke the surface on the other side of the fountain and let out a gasping shout as he spit up a mouthful of water. Sloshing around to his ally, the sorcerer gave him a sturdy smack on the back. “Thirsty?”
“Funny,” Atelos grumbled as furrowed his brow at the man next to him. “You’re younger now.”
Shang glanced down into the somewhat still waters of the fountain and noticed that he was, in fact, much younger than normal. The dose of souls had been far more potent than he had initially thought, and the version of himself that looked up from the water was probably no more than twenty five years old. “It’ll do,” the sorcerer remarked as he stepped out from the Fountain of Infinity and surveyed the area around them. The last time he had been to this verse, he had been on the verge of death. Disoriented and confused, he had accepted a ride from a soldier, but there were no troops around this time. A few fresh primes roamed the area, but none of them bothered the pair of battle-hardened warriors.
“Where do we go?” Atelos asked. “…I think the Pale Moors is that way,” he added as he pointed east toward the gates on the horizon. The pair made their way toward the eastern half of the Nexus, but before they could commit to a gate, both noticed the small group of green creatures dragging someone through the exit to the northwest.
“I feel like that’s something we shouldn’t turn a blind eye to.” Shang muttered as he turned and glanced at his companion, who cracked a smile.
“…Did the paladin infect you?” Atelos snickered. “Perhaps that hammer of his making you think things?”
Shang scowled and started toward to gate to the Tangled Green. After a few steps, he glanced over his shoulder at the Spartan. “Afraid to be outclassed in combat?”
The Spartan drew his shield and shook his head. “You’re on, Sorcerer.”
With that, the pair were off toward the Tangled Green.
By the time the souls had vanished into Shang Tsung’s now renewed body, the Spartan broke the surface on the other side of the fountain and let out a gasping shout as he spit up a mouthful of water. Sloshing around to his ally, the sorcerer gave him a sturdy smack on the back. “Thirsty?”
“Funny,” Atelos grumbled as furrowed his brow at the man next to him. “You’re younger now.”
Shang glanced down into the somewhat still waters of the fountain and noticed that he was, in fact, much younger than normal. The dose of souls had been far more potent than he had initially thought, and the version of himself that looked up from the water was probably no more than twenty five years old. “It’ll do,” the sorcerer remarked as he stepped out from the Fountain of Infinity and surveyed the area around them. The last time he had been to this verse, he had been on the verge of death. Disoriented and confused, he had accepted a ride from a soldier, but there were no troops around this time. A few fresh primes roamed the area, but none of them bothered the pair of battle-hardened warriors.
“Where do we go?” Atelos asked. “…I think the Pale Moors is that way,” he added as he pointed east toward the gates on the horizon. The pair made their way toward the eastern half of the Nexus, but before they could commit to a gate, both noticed the small group of green creatures dragging someone through the exit to the northwest.
“I feel like that’s something we shouldn’t turn a blind eye to.” Shang muttered as he turned and glanced at his companion, who cracked a smile.
“…Did the paladin infect you?” Atelos snickered. “Perhaps that hammer of his making you think things?”
Shang scowled and started toward to gate to the Tangled Green. After a few steps, he glanced over his shoulder at the Spartan. “Afraid to be outclassed in combat?”
The Spartan drew his shield and shook his head. “You’re on, Sorcerer.”
With that, the pair were off toward the Tangled Green.
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