01-08-2017, 08:06 PM
The horse had proved agreeable to its passenger, and Harlan had spent most of the ride talking with the beast. Not with words, of course. The thing wasn't Mr Ed. But he got a picture of where it and it's armored rider had come from. Rolling green hills and a huge, tiered city, outlying villages and a very medieval aesthetic. He didn't know what it was called since horses couldn't read, but he trusted the beast to head towards home. Which proved to be a mistake.
He saw a large archway in the distance, with the makings of encampment around it. A small wooden barricade built around the entrance to it, but no guards. Ahhh...this must be where they'd come from, the former watchmen now cooling near the fountain. Speaking of which...
Being an educated sort, and in possesion of a decidely nontypical aesthetic senss for a vampire, Harlan came to the conclusion that the fountain would be a fitting central landmark for wherever this was, this Omniverse. With that logic, he turned the beast aside before the guard's replacements came back out and noticed their lack of soldiers. Another fifteen minutes or so of riding, and he passed another gate, a bit smaller but made of cracked stone with eldritch engravings on it, branches and moss holding the stones together. A curious mist poured from the bottom of the gate that just screamed "Spooky!".
"Sod that." The Ravnos announced loudly, and continued heading away from the spooky gate. The next one, after more riding, seemed to have been carved from ice. None of these were proving entertaining or interesting. He'd eventually just have to pick one and step through it, with no information. Quite a risk. But the Ravnos was a gambler if nothing else. And speaking of risk...shit. He should have stolen the guard's armor and tried to pass himself off as one of them, at least at a distance. That'd be the best bet for getting into the grassy medieval land.
The longer he thought about it, the more it seemed like the best idea. Damnit! He should have thought about it then, but he was blood drunk and maybe a teensy bit ashamed of having frightened the naive farm girl. He turned from the frosty ice gate and spurred the beast back towards the fountain. Hopefully, the bodies would still be undiscovered...
As he drew closer, though, that was looking less and less likely. Multiple figures milled around the fountain, or whatever it had become now, a twisted jagged shape. "....bollocks." Harlan hissed under his breath. He summoned an illusory spyglass, and took stock of the situation. He was far enough away that he would only be the faintest smidge on the horizon to anyone trying to scry their surroundings. Although the spyglass revealed they were busy debating each other or gaining their bearings. Time for a little subterfuge...
He patted the beast's flank and muttered to it under his breath as he prepared to call upon the Discipline of Obfuscate. "Bugger off, mate." The horse dutifully turned and trotted away, as the Vampire's form began to blur and disappear, fading into the white landscape beyond him. Slowly, he crept forward back to where he'd come from, observing as the figures moved to and from each other. Eventually he was within fifteen feet of the closest one, the weird man with the long nose. Now was the time for patience, the Ravnos waiting, watching, and listening. Fingers held loosely at his sides, feeling the Omnilium coursing through his form, only the tiniest speck required for a convincing illusion. If it was required, of course.
He saw a large archway in the distance, with the makings of encampment around it. A small wooden barricade built around the entrance to it, but no guards. Ahhh...this must be where they'd come from, the former watchmen now cooling near the fountain. Speaking of which...
Being an educated sort, and in possesion of a decidely nontypical aesthetic senss for a vampire, Harlan came to the conclusion that the fountain would be a fitting central landmark for wherever this was, this Omniverse. With that logic, he turned the beast aside before the guard's replacements came back out and noticed their lack of soldiers. Another fifteen minutes or so of riding, and he passed another gate, a bit smaller but made of cracked stone with eldritch engravings on it, branches and moss holding the stones together. A curious mist poured from the bottom of the gate that just screamed "Spooky!".
"Sod that." The Ravnos announced loudly, and continued heading away from the spooky gate. The next one, after more riding, seemed to have been carved from ice. None of these were proving entertaining or interesting. He'd eventually just have to pick one and step through it, with no information. Quite a risk. But the Ravnos was a gambler if nothing else. And speaking of risk...shit. He should have stolen the guard's armor and tried to pass himself off as one of them, at least at a distance. That'd be the best bet for getting into the grassy medieval land.
The longer he thought about it, the more it seemed like the best idea. Damnit! He should have thought about it then, but he was blood drunk and maybe a teensy bit ashamed of having frightened the naive farm girl. He turned from the frosty ice gate and spurred the beast back towards the fountain. Hopefully, the bodies would still be undiscovered...
As he drew closer, though, that was looking less and less likely. Multiple figures milled around the fountain, or whatever it had become now, a twisted jagged shape. "....bollocks." Harlan hissed under his breath. He summoned an illusory spyglass, and took stock of the situation. He was far enough away that he would only be the faintest smidge on the horizon to anyone trying to scry their surroundings. Although the spyglass revealed they were busy debating each other or gaining their bearings. Time for a little subterfuge...
He patted the beast's flank and muttered to it under his breath as he prepared to call upon the Discipline of Obfuscate. "Bugger off, mate." The horse dutifully turned and trotted away, as the Vampire's form began to blur and disappear, fading into the white landscape beyond him. Slowly, he crept forward back to where he'd come from, observing as the figures moved to and from each other. Eventually he was within fifteen feet of the closest one, the weird man with the long nose. Now was the time for patience, the Ravnos waiting, watching, and listening. Fingers held loosely at his sides, feeling the Omnilium coursing through his form, only the tiniest speck required for a convincing illusion. If it was required, of course.
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”