11-27-2015, 04:27 AM
The gigantic arena slowly began to shrink behind Dante as he paced away from the structure. Assuming that large city off in the distance was Minas Tirith, then the gate would have to be somewhere due south- which would call for a lot of walking. The devil hunter sighed in resignation at the ensuing prospect, continuing down the roughly-laid dirt path. At least, indeed, there was a highway to travel upon in order to easily get to where he was going.
While there was an excess of time to kill, however, Dante figured to try and do some business as he went. He pulled out the digital device he had received all the way back in Coruscant, attempting to fiddle with it some more. While he had first managed to obtain some better inkling of its workings back when the red-coat even discovered the local Camelot Tournament, that vague knowledge still proved to be a far cry from being able to reliably use it. Fifteen minutes, half a mile, and several frustrating advertisements later, the mercenary started to discover what he had been searching for on the Dataverse.
What information Dante had been given on the Pale Moors was somewhat paltry at best, but the information superhighway could surely offer more. Unfortunately, that relied on people actually willing to stay and experience the Pale Moors long enough to say anything more than, "It's a dark, scary, and hopeless place, don't go there."
Apparently, there was a relatively stable town known as Darkshire some few miles beyond the gates. However, that stability was in comparison to the ruin and overwhelm of the other towns and outposts in the Moors; so, ultimately, just barely hanging by a thread. There was also Silent Hill, a foggy town that you should definitely never go to whatsoever unless you want to suffer horrifying eternal trauma. And then, of course, was the few forts and castles deeper in the Verse occupied by the castes of demons and monsters serving 'Count Dracula'.
Overall, not much hopeful stuff to offer. One could argue it was beyond saving, another would insist that those people in Darkshire were begging for a savior. For a world that seemed almost like the primeval state of Dante's own Earth, Dante himself wasn't sure what he could provide, being so much more restricted here. That last bastion of civilization was, of course, looking for anyone that could join their military ranks, but Dante would be damned in hell if he was going to submit to any superior officer.
Surely, just popping in to kill a few monsters or so wouldn't hurt any. That would probably help the nephilim get his mojo back at least, so he could start seriously pursuing those greater demons as a profession in the Omniverse- Oh, no, wait, what was this? Someone was looking for any other exorcists to aid one on a small crusade into the Moors?
Now, maybe that was something worth looking into, as a devil hunter.
Time elapsed - Dante might say it was an hour or two, but he couldn't really tell - and in due pace, the devil hunter found himself approaching a large portal in the distance. Surrounding the stone archway was a small plaza of dirt and monoliths, as grimly-toned as the gate thanks to the shadows of sunset hanging in the space.
The half-blood steeled himself for whatever individual that was there standing by the gate, seeming to be waiting expectantly astride a saddled horse. Was this a guard? It didn't seem like it, considering there was only the one man (woman? it was hard to tell, with the hair) stationed there. Dante tossed his head, throwing the faded white bangs from his eyes in expectation. Friend or foe alike, this person was on his path, and he was about to meet them head-on.
While there was an excess of time to kill, however, Dante figured to try and do some business as he went. He pulled out the digital device he had received all the way back in Coruscant, attempting to fiddle with it some more. While he had first managed to obtain some better inkling of its workings back when the red-coat even discovered the local Camelot Tournament, that vague knowledge still proved to be a far cry from being able to reliably use it. Fifteen minutes, half a mile, and several frustrating advertisements later, the mercenary started to discover what he had been searching for on the Dataverse.
What information Dante had been given on the Pale Moors was somewhat paltry at best, but the information superhighway could surely offer more. Unfortunately, that relied on people actually willing to stay and experience the Pale Moors long enough to say anything more than, "It's a dark, scary, and hopeless place, don't go there."
Apparently, there was a relatively stable town known as Darkshire some few miles beyond the gates. However, that stability was in comparison to the ruin and overwhelm of the other towns and outposts in the Moors; so, ultimately, just barely hanging by a thread. There was also Silent Hill, a foggy town that you should definitely never go to whatsoever unless you want to suffer horrifying eternal trauma. And then, of course, was the few forts and castles deeper in the Verse occupied by the castes of demons and monsters serving 'Count Dracula'.
Overall, not much hopeful stuff to offer. One could argue it was beyond saving, another would insist that those people in Darkshire were begging for a savior. For a world that seemed almost like the primeval state of Dante's own Earth, Dante himself wasn't sure what he could provide, being so much more restricted here. That last bastion of civilization was, of course, looking for anyone that could join their military ranks, but Dante would be damned in hell if he was going to submit to any superior officer.
Surely, just popping in to kill a few monsters or so wouldn't hurt any. That would probably help the nephilim get his mojo back at least, so he could start seriously pursuing those greater demons as a profession in the Omniverse- Oh, no, wait, what was this? Someone was looking for any other exorcists to aid one on a small crusade into the Moors?
Now, maybe that was something worth looking into, as a devil hunter.
Time elapsed - Dante might say it was an hour or two, but he couldn't really tell - and in due pace, the devil hunter found himself approaching a large portal in the distance. Surrounding the stone archway was a small plaza of dirt and monoliths, as grimly-toned as the gate thanks to the shadows of sunset hanging in the space.
The half-blood steeled himself for whatever individual that was there standing by the gate, seeming to be waiting expectantly astride a saddled horse. Was this a guard? It didn't seem like it, considering there was only the one man (woman? it was hard to tell, with the hair) stationed there. Dante tossed his head, throwing the faded white bangs from his eyes in expectation. Friend or foe alike, this person was on his path, and he was about to meet them head-on.