02-10-2017, 09:18 PM
“We’re here.” Somerled’s voice broke the silence of the Nexus, a flat, dull note to it as it fell over the perfectly undisturbed air. In front of him loomed a great gate of stone and brick, all too recognizable as the entrance to the place he had last died.
“So we are.” His voice once again said after a moment of hesitation, disinterest plainly obvious from the monotone. “Why’d you stop here?”
“For reasons unknown,” the storm spirit vaguely responded to himself, taking another step closer to the gate. Silence returned to the void as he slowly inched closer.
“You know sitting around and twiddling your thumbs isn’t gonna make the teleport any easier, right?”
“Yup,” he answered immediately, taking another step forward.
“Would you just-” a flash of brown interrupted the sun spirit’s objection. Somerled’s vision shuddered, wind driven out of his chest as whatever just came flying out of the gate crashed into him.
“Christ...” the spirit muttered, stumbling backwards. He planted his left foot firmly against the ground behind him, driving all his weight onto it and stopping his momentum. Now with his balance properly regained, he swiveled on his heel, anger flaring up on his face as he turned to face the newcomer. “Watch where you’re going you fucking donut!” He growled, taking a step towards the collapsed person. A simple brown cloak covered their body, concealing most of their form as they slowly pushed themselves up off the ground. “You listening?” he demanded, right hand shooting down and grabbing onto their shoulder. With no visible effort on his part, the monster forced the person to their feet.
“And how about you don’t block the fucking gate like a dumbass,” a decidedly masculine voice shot back as soon as his feet were on the ground. The hood of the cloak fell back, revealing a dirty, black-bearded face as pissed off as Somerled’s.
“I’ll walk where I damn well please.” His hand, still clenching the man’s shoulder, began to squeeze. Metal squealed beneath his grasp, and the monster’s face broke into a devilish grin.
“Fine, but don’t get pissed when people knock over your lanky ass.” The man responded, face stoic as he grabbed hold of the spirit’s wrist. His muscles strained as he slowly but surely forced the hand off his shoulder. Somerled dropped his hand off to the side, keeping the same menacing grin on his face despite his failed attack. Brown eyes crawled along the form of the spirit for a moment, before settling on his face. “You seem like a match.” His hand crept inside his cloak, before bringing out a piece of parchment.
“Oh?” Somerled’s face fell into a look of interest, eyes darting between the paper and the man carrying it.
“Are you one uh... Som... Som-hair-lid?” the man leaned closer into the note, eyeing it closely as he tried to work out the name.
“That depends, has a relative or friend recently died?” he responded quite morbidly. Hopefully this man wasn’t someone on a righteous quest for vengeance, those guys were always annoying to deal with. “Or has your farm recently been leveled?”
“I’m a courier not a peasant,” the man spat. “And no, this is strictly business.”
“Alright how’s that spelt then?” he stared intently at the newsman. At least as far as he remembered, his name hadn’t been that botched in years.
“Uh...” he paused for a moment, taken aback. “S-O-M-H-A-I-R-L-I-D-H.”
“Well that’s a pretty old spelling,” he responded, stepping closer and leaning in. “Mind if I see that? Oh, and a pen too?” he tried to peek around to see what was written.
“Here. Doesn’t change my message.” The courier all but forced the parchment into Somerled’s hand, along with a perfectly normal pen. “Now, there has been a strange uprising of beings recently.”
“Mhm...” He hummed an affirmative, only half listening as he put the pen to the note and began scribbling.
“These strange beings point to an even bigger problem that might be rising. The one who hired me, Dr. Regal, is seeking out as much help as he can get to make sure this doesn’t get out of hand.”
“Uh-huh...” the monster nodded along, scratching deep furrows into the parchment.
“In particular, he asked me to seek out you.”
“Well that’s disturbing,” the writing stopped. He thought he had been doing a damn fine job of keeping his head down. Thus far he’d only summoned a bit of wind unintentionally. Unless he did something while over in the fantasyland... “Did he say why?” he asked, glancing up from his scribbles.
“If you have questions, ask him.”
“Looks like I have to go meet this guy,” Somerled said, the hand holding the pen dropping to his side. “I take it that’s the whole message?”
“One last thing. He’ll be in tier two of Coruscant.”
“Huh...” he nodded along. The name sounded vaguely familiar but he wasn’t going to waste time thinking about why. “Where’s that?”
“Here, I have a map for you,” the messenger answered, hand darting back under his cloak.
“Wait, a physical map?” Somerled couldn’t help but break into a grin as the man pulled another piece of paper out of what was probably his hidden satchel. “A man after my own heart.” he said, trading the scribbled-on parchment for the map. A giddy feeling welled up in the monster’s heart as he unfurled the paper, lifting it high above his head. Finally, someone who didn’t foist technology upon him! “Thank you Mr. Courier!” He lowered the map to get a closer look. “May you see clear skies on your travels.” Eyes glued to the directions, he unceremoniously turned and began walking away.
“Uh, thanks,” the voice behind him responded, pausing for a moment. “And what the hell does this say?”
“Oh, the paper?” he made no effort to turn around. “That’s just a spelling correction. Now it spells my name properly.” The spirit heard a muffled what the fuck in response, but ignored it, never breaking stride.
“Ah, hold on...” Somerled finally lifted his gaze from the map. His eyes slowly focused on the gate that the directions were leading to. The destination lay across the vast expanse of the Nexus, far beyond even the fountain. “I am not walking that far.”
“So we are.” His voice once again said after a moment of hesitation, disinterest plainly obvious from the monotone. “Why’d you stop here?”
“For reasons unknown,” the storm spirit vaguely responded to himself, taking another step closer to the gate. Silence returned to the void as he slowly inched closer.
“You know sitting around and twiddling your thumbs isn’t gonna make the teleport any easier, right?”
“Yup,” he answered immediately, taking another step forward.
“Would you just-” a flash of brown interrupted the sun spirit’s objection. Somerled’s vision shuddered, wind driven out of his chest as whatever just came flying out of the gate crashed into him.
“Christ...” the spirit muttered, stumbling backwards. He planted his left foot firmly against the ground behind him, driving all his weight onto it and stopping his momentum. Now with his balance properly regained, he swiveled on his heel, anger flaring up on his face as he turned to face the newcomer. “Watch where you’re going you fucking donut!” He growled, taking a step towards the collapsed person. A simple brown cloak covered their body, concealing most of their form as they slowly pushed themselves up off the ground. “You listening?” he demanded, right hand shooting down and grabbing onto their shoulder. With no visible effort on his part, the monster forced the person to their feet.
“And how about you don’t block the fucking gate like a dumbass,” a decidedly masculine voice shot back as soon as his feet were on the ground. The hood of the cloak fell back, revealing a dirty, black-bearded face as pissed off as Somerled’s.
“I’ll walk where I damn well please.” His hand, still clenching the man’s shoulder, began to squeeze. Metal squealed beneath his grasp, and the monster’s face broke into a devilish grin.
“Fine, but don’t get pissed when people knock over your lanky ass.” The man responded, face stoic as he grabbed hold of the spirit’s wrist. His muscles strained as he slowly but surely forced the hand off his shoulder. Somerled dropped his hand off to the side, keeping the same menacing grin on his face despite his failed attack. Brown eyes crawled along the form of the spirit for a moment, before settling on his face. “You seem like a match.” His hand crept inside his cloak, before bringing out a piece of parchment.
“Oh?” Somerled’s face fell into a look of interest, eyes darting between the paper and the man carrying it.
“Are you one uh... Som... Som-hair-lid?” the man leaned closer into the note, eyeing it closely as he tried to work out the name.
“That depends, has a relative or friend recently died?” he responded quite morbidly. Hopefully this man wasn’t someone on a righteous quest for vengeance, those guys were always annoying to deal with. “Or has your farm recently been leveled?”
“I’m a courier not a peasant,” the man spat. “And no, this is strictly business.”
“Alright how’s that spelt then?” he stared intently at the newsman. At least as far as he remembered, his name hadn’t been that botched in years.
“Uh...” he paused for a moment, taken aback. “S-O-M-H-A-I-R-L-I-D-H.”
“Well that’s a pretty old spelling,” he responded, stepping closer and leaning in. “Mind if I see that? Oh, and a pen too?” he tried to peek around to see what was written.
“Here. Doesn’t change my message.” The courier all but forced the parchment into Somerled’s hand, along with a perfectly normal pen. “Now, there has been a strange uprising of beings recently.”
“Mhm...” He hummed an affirmative, only half listening as he put the pen to the note and began scribbling.
“These strange beings point to an even bigger problem that might be rising. The one who hired me, Dr. Regal, is seeking out as much help as he can get to make sure this doesn’t get out of hand.”
“Uh-huh...” the monster nodded along, scratching deep furrows into the parchment.
“In particular, he asked me to seek out you.”
“Well that’s disturbing,” the writing stopped. He thought he had been doing a damn fine job of keeping his head down. Thus far he’d only summoned a bit of wind unintentionally. Unless he did something while over in the fantasyland... “Did he say why?” he asked, glancing up from his scribbles.
“If you have questions, ask him.”
“Looks like I have to go meet this guy,” Somerled said, the hand holding the pen dropping to his side. “I take it that’s the whole message?”
“One last thing. He’ll be in tier two of Coruscant.”
“Huh...” he nodded along. The name sounded vaguely familiar but he wasn’t going to waste time thinking about why. “Where’s that?”
“Here, I have a map for you,” the messenger answered, hand darting back under his cloak.
“Wait, a physical map?” Somerled couldn’t help but break into a grin as the man pulled another piece of paper out of what was probably his hidden satchel. “A man after my own heart.” he said, trading the scribbled-on parchment for the map. A giddy feeling welled up in the monster’s heart as he unfurled the paper, lifting it high above his head. Finally, someone who didn’t foist technology upon him! “Thank you Mr. Courier!” He lowered the map to get a closer look. “May you see clear skies on your travels.” Eyes glued to the directions, he unceremoniously turned and began walking away.
“Uh, thanks,” the voice behind him responded, pausing for a moment. “And what the hell does this say?”
“Oh, the paper?” he made no effort to turn around. “That’s just a spelling correction. Now it spells my name properly.” The spirit heard a muffled what the fuck in response, but ignored it, never breaking stride.
“Ah, hold on...” Somerled finally lifted his gaze from the map. His eyes slowly focused on the gate that the directions were leading to. The destination lay across the vast expanse of the Nexus, far beyond even the fountain. “I am not walking that far.”
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