12-11-2016, 09:12 PM
Harlan had to shut his eyes as soon as his sight returned to him. All he could see was nothing but white, blinding white. No horizon, no structures, nothing except the sound of flowing liquid. Raising a hand, he tried to reach out to the Dreaming and form something from it to shield his eyes with. But there was nothing. That familiar, almost pinkish purple feeling of Maya was entirely missing, and the realization made the blinded Harlan bare his fangs. But there was something else, he could feel it. It felt like reaching for the Vitae to fuel his creations almost, but there was a massive amount of it. Far more than what he needed to create this illusion. He felt around for it, and took a tiiiiny pinch into his ministrations. Rapidly, a pair of sunglasses coalesced from nothing, and he slid them on over his face. Only then did he finally open his eyes.
He could feel the illusion of the sunglasses drawing their substance from something. From him. Maybe it was that Omnilium stuff Omni had talked about? In any case, he felt mighty powerful full of the stuff. This was much easier to maintain than illusions of Maya. If heblieved they were real, then the glasses would do their job. And man, did they have their work cut out for them. There was nothing around in sight, except a large, black, intricately carved fountain. Filled with red liquid that flowed and bubbled...and smelled....oh dear lord. He was feeling a tad peckish. But he wasn't an animal. He reached out again for the power source and creating a golden cup, wispy, insubstantial for a second, then sharply defined and hefty. The Ravnos grinned, showing fang as he dipped the goblet into the blood fountain and drank deep.
"Eurgh. Tastes a bit empty....but it'll do for now."
He drank his fill and dissembled the illusion, the cup fading into wispy smoke before he stood there for a moment and took in the entire plane. Still nothing but blank whiteness. Well, nowhere to go but anywhere...
He started walking.
He could feel the illusion of the sunglasses drawing their substance from something. From him. Maybe it was that Omnilium stuff Omni had talked about? In any case, he felt mighty powerful full of the stuff. This was much easier to maintain than illusions of Maya. If heblieved they were real, then the glasses would do their job. And man, did they have their work cut out for them. There was nothing around in sight, except a large, black, intricately carved fountain. Filled with red liquid that flowed and bubbled...and smelled....oh dear lord. He was feeling a tad peckish. But he wasn't an animal. He reached out again for the power source and creating a golden cup, wispy, insubstantial for a second, then sharply defined and hefty. The Ravnos grinned, showing fang as he dipped the goblet into the blood fountain and drank deep.
"Eurgh. Tastes a bit empty....but it'll do for now."
He drank his fill and dissembled the illusion, the cup fading into wispy smoke before he stood there for a moment and took in the entire plane. Still nothing but blank whiteness. Well, nowhere to go but anywhere...
He started walking.
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”