Who: Dustfinger, Leleanna and a mysterious knight What: Shifting between worlds When: Tonight Where: TBD Rating: TBD Status: Open / Incomplete
Hanging his head low over the dark skinned body of the young man that would have been his apprentice, that would have been something like his son, Dustfinger could feel his heart breaking. Never did he expect to feel such emotion toward anyone, let alone some annoying teenager that decided to follow him around and beg him to teach him how to manipulate fire. He’d even gotten quite good at it. But Dustfinger’s worst enemy, the man whom had scarred his face years earlier, had ripped the life right out of Farid’s eyes. Youth cut down at it’s prime and what might be worse than this… was Meggie’s tears. Dustfinger looked over at her. She hadn’t left his side since they laid his body out in the cave. She held his hand as if she could coax his soul back from the White Women’s chilling clutch.
“I need you to send a message to Roxanne.” Dustfinger spoke to her, removing his long brown leather trench coat and handing it rolled up piece of paper to her. He laid his jacket over Farid’s body and knelt over him, wearing only his fire-eating costume of red and black now. He closed his eyes, waiting for her to leave, knowing that she would be angry with him for even asking her to do such a thing but the letter was partly a distraction. Once Meggie was gone and he could sense the stillness in the cave he called to the White Women who were always close when death was near. He was never a brave man and he could feel his hands shaking as the four of them approached, gliding inward like ghosts from all sides.
Though his eyes did not meet with theirs he spoke to them clearly. “You already know why I brought you here… you know what I can do.” He traced glowing letters in fire across the cave spelling out the name of the love he would leave behind R.O.X.A.N.N.E… “Well… go on!” he demanded. With shaking lips as the women approached the letters, seeking out the warmth, though their presences caused the depths of the cave to drop to below freezing temperatures. Dustfinger watched his breathe vaporize. “Before I change my mind……” Cold fingers closed in around his body and he was overtaken, falling in darkness…
Galloping along the road his horse strange sightings and strange arcane energy have been flowing freely into the lands. The pillars stood tall in the night sky as the Knight rode racing back to the captial of stonewall keep, Orcs drow and now the darkspawn...all amassing. The Elves and the dwarves the night elves all had to unite...ore oblierted by the coming darkness. A blinding light stopped his horse as he drew his blade holding his shield to his face...a body? A live one...what in the gods ? He got off his black steed and made his way close to the man a glove examing the feature the scares would show that he was in the battlefield... What manner of magic was this?
Drifting between realm of sleeplessness, and dreams, Leleanna felt a glitch of magical power wavering from one plane to another. The woman had resided in the realm of shadows for many days, lost, as she often became. Uncertainty, and unfamiliarity making it difficult to trace her steps backwards into the world of the Earth, or any other world or realm for that matter. However, as the unknown power slipped past her consciousness the young woman grasped onto it, riding against the tail wind of the arcane magic, forcing passage out of the realm of Shadows and into wherever it would end up. The body of Dustfinger appeared in a blinding light, before a rider. Moments later, another flash that surrounded Dustfinger again, brought forth a small frail figure with long black hair, pale skin. Female dressed in studded leather armor, tightly bound to her scrawny body. She was tossed upon the ground a few feet off from the rider, and the body of the man.
The darkness had taken over, it was crushing his lungs. So... this was what death felt like....
Then, suddenly, just as he had been drawn out of the Inkworld once before, he followed the words beyond to the outer limits of it's pages. Dustfinger drew in a deep breath and found himself sitting up, gasping in tall green grass that was not of the Wayless Wood. He immediately began looking around and met eyes with the knight beside him. Panicking, he backed up against a tree just to be safe (one could never be too careful with men at arms) nature was much more trustworthy. He tried his hardest to catch his breathing. "Where am I?" he founding himself asking, despite himself.