06-14-2017, 08:15 PM
The fog refused to thin as Illidan travelled further in. Luckily his felfire eyes didn't rely on light to see; his gift from Sargeras pierced the visible veil as if it didn't exist, crawling over the ground all around him like sonar. His bare feet slapped on bitumen untouched by any traffic, though the night elf wondered what sort of transportation would use such a road. A carriage's wheels would be torn up by the bumpy and uneven nature of the road's dark surface, and even a horse would find issue with it. An old, forgotten memory of a gnome vehicle, grunting and rumbling and spewing black smog from its rear, came to him. Its rubber wheels would perhaps benefit from such a surface, but how many vehicles like that existed? It seemed like a waste to cater to one type of rarely built mode of transportation.
But what did Illidan know? This wasn't his world.
The silver bracelet around his wrist clasped tightly. One of the Syntech employees had fastened it before his teleportation to the island, warning him not to remove it on pain of death. He considered that the employee may have been using hyperbole, but since he had willingly joined up for a murder tournament, it gave the warning heavier meaning. He ran a finger across its smooth, cold surface, wondering how such a tiny device could end his life. Yet, he had no wish to test it.
The giant, mountainous range of buildings grew closer. Light caught across the sheets of glass used as windows, dousing them in gloriously bright gold, penetrating the heavy fog. The buildings on the outskirts of the centred set of concrete spires gradually increased in height and density as he approached, though still he encountered no one. Was this some sort of artist's conception of a future world, stripped of the inhabitants? Or was this once a thriving colony, and everyone had evacuated or been killed?
Soon the alien buildings towered so high above the night elf that he had to crane his neck upwards to take in their zenith. An idea struck him. If he could figure out how to ascend one of them, he would have a fantastic view of the surrounding areas. Perhaps he could spot a natural advantage on this island, or some equipment that could come in handy. At least, he would know if any threats approached him.
Illidan headed for the tallest building, hoping there was some way to climb it.
But what did Illidan know? This wasn't his world.
The silver bracelet around his wrist clasped tightly. One of the Syntech employees had fastened it before his teleportation to the island, warning him not to remove it on pain of death. He considered that the employee may have been using hyperbole, but since he had willingly joined up for a murder tournament, it gave the warning heavier meaning. He ran a finger across its smooth, cold surface, wondering how such a tiny device could end his life. Yet, he had no wish to test it.
The giant, mountainous range of buildings grew closer. Light caught across the sheets of glass used as windows, dousing them in gloriously bright gold, penetrating the heavy fog. The buildings on the outskirts of the centred set of concrete spires gradually increased in height and density as he approached, though still he encountered no one. Was this some sort of artist's conception of a future world, stripped of the inhabitants? Or was this once a thriving colony, and everyone had evacuated or been killed?
Soon the alien buildings towered so high above the night elf that he had to crane his neck upwards to take in their zenith. An idea struck him. If he could figure out how to ascend one of them, he would have a fantastic view of the surrounding areas. Perhaps he could spot a natural advantage on this island, or some equipment that could come in handy. At least, he would know if any threats approached him.
Illidan headed for the tallest building, hoping there was some way to climb it.
Quote:Moving from C15 -> C20
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