02-10-2016, 12:42 AM
Eventually, the sage collapsed on the hard floor.
Huph, so that's what the floor feels like... marble... sort of? he thought between gasps. He had spent to much time pampered in the castle, he was out of shape. Yianna would kick me if she saw how sloppy I've gotten. he though with a rueful grin. His breathing was more under his control now, and he slowly sat up looking back for signs of pursuit. There was a speck on the...not really the horizon per see, but where it would have been if there was one . He couldn't make out what it was, but besides the slightly larger shape he assumed was the hourglass he couldn't see anything.
So do I just go back? Is there even anything else out here?
The Sage frowned as he considered his options, there were not many.
There wasn't anything I could do back at the hourglass, and everywhere else has just been whiteness. The soldiers were taking me back to their camp, maybe that's where the mechanism crashed at... I don't want to have to deal with those people if I can avoid it. They were attacked by the swordsmen, which means they can't be the only ones out here... I guess I just try and find somewhere else?
He pushed himself to his feet.
Well, I'm not walking the whole way....
The sage focused his attention, and once again the orb appeared above his hand. He could get used to this, he decided. It was certainly easier when he wasn't being harassed. It took longer than the cane, but after soon enough the horse was prancing in front of him. It was a pure white mare, the saddle and reins made from white leather.
He continued to focus, and after a few more minutes a set of white clothes and cloak appeared.
whether or not that was their intent, those soldiers have the right idea. There is so little out here, there's no reason to let my colors draw attention to myself.
The hours passed slowly. Or at least, they felt like hours, he couldn't be sure in this place. No external references. He didn't even know where anything else would be.
The sage wondered how many other people were out here, lost in the vast white. Was there a wall? Did it just continue on forever? He assumed that it couldn't just keep going, but in truth there was no way for him to tell. As the time continued to pass and nothing but whitness surrounded him, the sage began to question his plans. He was tempted to try and return to the soldiers, if only because he knew they had a place to live. He quickly realized however that he no longer could find his way back to them, as he had left that speck behind long ago.
I wonder if I can actually summon food enough to keep me alive out here? I imagine this orb...
even as he thought the orb appeared in his hand. Eager for use are we? Well, I doubt you can sustain me for eternity. I wonder whether I would decompose if I starved out here? There's no airflow and no insects, so It would seem that nothing would actually be there to prevent my corpse from remaining...
...well that's decidedly unsettling... He mused as the horse shuffled to a halt. He scanned the horizons once again, and nudged the horse in the direction of the nearest spot. It looked much too small to be another of those gates, but it still provided him with some direction, which right now was good enough.
He arrived after a certain amount of time, and found the slumped form of a young man, approximately the same age as himself. He dismounted and checked the man for a pulse. ironic... he thought mirthlessly. The boy was dead, and long enough that he had gone cold to the touch. He was dressed for much warmer weather than the sage had been used to, but it didn't look like exposure had been his demise. The Sage began to search the man's belongings.
pardon me sir, but I must to know why you are out here, lest I share your fate. The man had an empty satchel over one shoulder and was clutching a small book to his chest. A log? You are too good to me... The sage tenderly removed the book, and opened it. He grunted in disappointment as he found it written in some language that he did not recognize. fair enough I suppose. This isn't your fault. He couldn't find any visible wounds, and the man didn't appear to have starved. The Sage had to admit that he didn't know what had actually killed the man.
He concentrated for another time, and a small cairn of rocks appeared around the man's corpse. The Sage remounted his horse and aimed her in his best guess at where the man had come from. The horse set off once again, and the sage set his eyes on what would be the horizon. I wish you the best of success in your journeys sir. May the white maiden lead you on your way...
Huph, so that's what the floor feels like... marble... sort of? he thought between gasps. He had spent to much time pampered in the castle, he was out of shape. Yianna would kick me if she saw how sloppy I've gotten. he though with a rueful grin. His breathing was more under his control now, and he slowly sat up looking back for signs of pursuit. There was a speck on the...not really the horizon per see, but where it would have been if there was one . He couldn't make out what it was, but besides the slightly larger shape he assumed was the hourglass he couldn't see anything.
So do I just go back? Is there even anything else out here?
The Sage frowned as he considered his options, there were not many.
There wasn't anything I could do back at the hourglass, and everywhere else has just been whiteness. The soldiers were taking me back to their camp, maybe that's where the mechanism crashed at... I don't want to have to deal with those people if I can avoid it. They were attacked by the swordsmen, which means they can't be the only ones out here... I guess I just try and find somewhere else?
He pushed himself to his feet.
Well, I'm not walking the whole way....
The sage focused his attention, and once again the orb appeared above his hand. He could get used to this, he decided. It was certainly easier when he wasn't being harassed. It took longer than the cane, but after soon enough the horse was prancing in front of him. It was a pure white mare, the saddle and reins made from white leather.
He continued to focus, and after a few more minutes a set of white clothes and cloak appeared.
whether or not that was their intent, those soldiers have the right idea. There is so little out here, there's no reason to let my colors draw attention to myself.
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The hours passed slowly. Or at least, they felt like hours, he couldn't be sure in this place. No external references. He didn't even know where anything else would be.
The sage wondered how many other people were out here, lost in the vast white. Was there a wall? Did it just continue on forever? He assumed that it couldn't just keep going, but in truth there was no way for him to tell. As the time continued to pass and nothing but whitness surrounded him, the sage began to question his plans. He was tempted to try and return to the soldiers, if only because he knew they had a place to live. He quickly realized however that he no longer could find his way back to them, as he had left that speck behind long ago.
I wonder if I can actually summon food enough to keep me alive out here? I imagine this orb...
even as he thought the orb appeared in his hand. Eager for use are we? Well, I doubt you can sustain me for eternity. I wonder whether I would decompose if I starved out here? There's no airflow and no insects, so It would seem that nothing would actually be there to prevent my corpse from remaining...
...well that's decidedly unsettling... He mused as the horse shuffled to a halt. He scanned the horizons once again, and nudged the horse in the direction of the nearest spot. It looked much too small to be another of those gates, but it still provided him with some direction, which right now was good enough.
He arrived after a certain amount of time, and found the slumped form of a young man, approximately the same age as himself. He dismounted and checked the man for a pulse. ironic... he thought mirthlessly. The boy was dead, and long enough that he had gone cold to the touch. He was dressed for much warmer weather than the sage had been used to, but it didn't look like exposure had been his demise. The Sage began to search the man's belongings.
pardon me sir, but I must to know why you are out here, lest I share your fate. The man had an empty satchel over one shoulder and was clutching a small book to his chest. A log? You are too good to me... The sage tenderly removed the book, and opened it. He grunted in disappointment as he found it written in some language that he did not recognize. fair enough I suppose. This isn't your fault. He couldn't find any visible wounds, and the man didn't appear to have starved. The Sage had to admit that he didn't know what had actually killed the man.
He concentrated for another time, and a small cairn of rocks appeared around the man's corpse. The Sage remounted his horse and aimed her in his best guess at where the man had come from. The horse set off once again, and the sage set his eyes on what would be the horizon. I wish you the best of success in your journeys sir. May the white maiden lead you on your way...
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