05-13-2015, 04:44 PM
Tartaros groggily opened his eyes, finding himself lying sprawled on a strange kind of terrain, pure white, almost glowing in texture... his eyes scanned around, finding almost nothing close to him with the exception of a large pile of bricks. He slowly reaches towards it, gripping onto the odd piece of masonry and attempting to pull himself upwards. Eventually managing to get his large frame back upright, Tartaros took off his battered helm, and began to gain his bearings.
The sky, land and everything inbetween were all pure white... it was difficult to notice where the horizon ends and the sky begins... Tartaros began to search yet again, for some sign, a landmark, something that was different to this blank, sterile canvas... at first there seemed like nothing, just an empty abyss that damned glowing, well... thing had sent him to! He smashed his boot against the pile of brick, causing a small chunk of it to launch towards his face.
Tartaros swiftly jerked his head left in an attempt to avoid the broken chunk, then through some stroke of luck, or something of that sort, he noticed several minuscule groups blackened dots on the horizon. Finally, a reference point... Placing his helmet on yet again and dusting off his dirty old tabard, Tartaros sighed and muttered to himself, "Just like old times...", before marching off to the horizon.
The sky, land and everything inbetween were all pure white... it was difficult to notice where the horizon ends and the sky begins... Tartaros began to search yet again, for some sign, a landmark, something that was different to this blank, sterile canvas... at first there seemed like nothing, just an empty abyss that damned glowing, well... thing had sent him to! He smashed his boot against the pile of brick, causing a small chunk of it to launch towards his face.
Tartaros swiftly jerked his head left in an attempt to avoid the broken chunk, then through some stroke of luck, or something of that sort, he noticed several minuscule groups blackened dots on the horizon. Finally, a reference point... Placing his helmet on yet again and dusting off his dirty old tabard, Tartaros sighed and muttered to himself, "Just like old times...", before marching off to the horizon.