02-13-2016, 10:17 PM
Eventually the sage found something that wasn't white.
It was a pair of strange trees bent together towards each other. They were entirely unremarkable, and anywhere else the sage would have passed them by without the slightest hesitation. Here however he was fascinated. He had the strange feeling that there was something important about them, a faint rippling in the air between them.
To his best guess, this was where the man had come from. Perhaps there was some trick to it? On a hunch he decided to ride between the palm trees... and emerged somewhere entirely different...
Immediately he was assaulted with life. Sights and sounds and smells flourished everywhere. The silence and white where shattered in an instant. The sage and his horse were equally stunned and paused just outside the entrance from the gate. The horse stood on a coastal road, leading on towards a large city, roughly the size of the capital. The ocean was audible even from here, and The sage spent some time letting his senses readjust after the solitude they had experienced.
And now I'm just the fool who thinks that all white cloaks are a good idea for travelling...
He paused again, and concentrated, the orb appeared above his hand, rainbow colors dancing and reflecting their surroundings, cascading in an ever growing swirl of color. It felt... stronger, it was still the same size and weight, but felt simply more THERE. The Sage frowned.
What are you? Where did you even come from? I need answers.
He focused on the orb, and slowly the desired items took form. He put the book and pencil into the satchel, along with the cloak. Standing back up he turned to regard his mare, who was peacefully grazing on some nearby foliage.
I don't want to draw attention to myself too soon, and I fear you are too noticeable a beast. I wish you well on your travels, and thank you for bearing my burdens.
He left the mare's gear in a nearby bush, and continued down the road towards the city. Its architecture was immediately strange. He recognized many buildings that he could have seen from his home, but others astounded him. Some shone of brilliant glass, like the windows of a temple, others seemed forged from metal. The sage was astounded, but refused to show it as he approached the city gates. He passed under the bored gaze of another white soldier, and moved into the city proper.
He wandered the streets, simply enjoying the sensations after his time in the white emptiness. Though the people and the buildings were strange he felt far more at home than he had since awaking at the fountain.
No one is trying to capture or kill me, I can feel wind on my face, and I can see new and curious things all around me. Perhaps I can actually survive in this place after all...
he glanced up at the rapidly descending sun.
It is rare to be so glad for darkness...
He turned his attention back to the city, and soon found what he had been searching for. The building was smaller than many of the others, but was sturdily built. Song and joviality emanated outwards into the dying light. The sage chuckled to himself, as he walked under the sign of The Velvet Dolphin, there were some things that simply were always present. No matter how strange a city could be, there were always people; and people always got thirsty.
No better place for stories than a tavern. he thought, and stepped inside.
It was a pair of strange trees bent together towards each other. They were entirely unremarkable, and anywhere else the sage would have passed them by without the slightest hesitation. Here however he was fascinated. He had the strange feeling that there was something important about them, a faint rippling in the air between them.
To his best guess, this was where the man had come from. Perhaps there was some trick to it? On a hunch he decided to ride between the palm trees... and emerged somewhere entirely different...
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Immediately he was assaulted with life. Sights and sounds and smells flourished everywhere. The silence and white where shattered in an instant. The sage and his horse were equally stunned and paused just outside the entrance from the gate. The horse stood on a coastal road, leading on towards a large city, roughly the size of the capital. The ocean was audible even from here, and The sage spent some time letting his senses readjust after the solitude they had experienced.
And now I'm just the fool who thinks that all white cloaks are a good idea for travelling...
He paused again, and concentrated, the orb appeared above his hand, rainbow colors dancing and reflecting their surroundings, cascading in an ever growing swirl of color. It felt... stronger, it was still the same size and weight, but felt simply more THERE. The Sage frowned.
What are you? Where did you even come from? I need answers.
He focused on the orb, and slowly the desired items took form. He put the book and pencil into the satchel, along with the cloak. Standing back up he turned to regard his mare, who was peacefully grazing on some nearby foliage.
I don't want to draw attention to myself too soon, and I fear you are too noticeable a beast. I wish you well on your travels, and thank you for bearing my burdens.
He left the mare's gear in a nearby bush, and continued down the road towards the city. Its architecture was immediately strange. He recognized many buildings that he could have seen from his home, but others astounded him. Some shone of brilliant glass, like the windows of a temple, others seemed forged from metal. The sage was astounded, but refused to show it as he approached the city gates. He passed under the bored gaze of another white soldier, and moved into the city proper.
He wandered the streets, simply enjoying the sensations after his time in the white emptiness. Though the people and the buildings were strange he felt far more at home than he had since awaking at the fountain.
No one is trying to capture or kill me, I can feel wind on my face, and I can see new and curious things all around me. Perhaps I can actually survive in this place after all...
he glanced up at the rapidly descending sun.
It is rare to be so glad for darkness...
He turned his attention back to the city, and soon found what he had been searching for. The building was smaller than many of the others, but was sturdily built. Song and joviality emanated outwards into the dying light. The sage chuckled to himself, as he walked under the sign of The Velvet Dolphin, there were some things that simply were always present. No matter how strange a city could be, there were always people; and people always got thirsty.
No better place for stories than a tavern. he thought, and stepped inside.
If history is to become legend, it first must be recorded.