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exsilium2013-01-18 06:43 pm
brightdawn) wrote in exsilium2013-01-18 06:43 pm
video; dated to about an hour after everyone returns
[Koltira just doesn't know what happened. One minute he was sitting down, taking a break, peeling an apple--and then, suddenly, abruptly, he was here. He had not even heard someone mutter a spell, though he could see Merriel practicing on the lawns just beyond the temple's terrace. Perhaps something had gone astray. Something had definitely gone awry.
He's in some kind of woods, that much is clear, but he has no sense of them as he does in Quel'thalas. The trees feel foreign, damaged, sick. The dark sky roils with clouds, and the wind is a sharp, cold bite on his neck. He takes a few steps in one direction, then a few in another, and then he finally notices the other Koltira's tablet--blinking and murmuring on the ground. Koltira picks it up, presses some buttons.
The video eventually clicks on. The face it shows the network is familiar, but still markedly different than what anyone might remember of Koltira Deathweaver. His skin is healthy, sanguine tone; fair and free of cracks. An easy smile (albeit somewhat bemused) marks his handsome features, and while his eyes are still blue, they lack the cold fire of undeath. This is the blue of summer morning, warm and inviting.
His armor is something else, too. The video shows part of it--it's polished plate, pale blue and worked with ornate gold filigree. He has a broadsword strapped to his back, and the jeweled hilt mimics a stylized set of phoenix wings. A far cry from the dreadplate, from the ominous Byfrost.
When he speaks, his voice is friendly and smooth, lacking any of the guttural scratch it suffered from in undeath. Because, of course, this is Koltira before all of that.]
I have to say, this is the strangest scrying device I've ever seen. If it even is that; I suppose I could very well be talking to myself. But it does seem like something is transmitting.
[he shrugs. Well, anyway.]
If anyone can hear me on this, could you let me know? My name is Koltira, by the way. I'm usually guarding the temple An'owyn, but I think my friend Merriel may have tried a teleportation spell on me and gotten it a bit wrong.
[He beams, winningly.]
I'm sure it will all sort itself out eventually! But, in the meantime, I need to find my way out of these dreadful woods. Any help would be most appreciated.
[ooc: PRETEND HIS EYES ARE BLUE in these icons ...
ALSO LIZ TOLD ME TO POST THIS. SO I DID.]
He's in some kind of woods, that much is clear, but he has no sense of them as he does in Quel'thalas. The trees feel foreign, damaged, sick. The dark sky roils with clouds, and the wind is a sharp, cold bite on his neck. He takes a few steps in one direction, then a few in another, and then he finally notices the other Koltira's tablet--blinking and murmuring on the ground. Koltira picks it up, presses some buttons.
The video eventually clicks on. The face it shows the network is familiar, but still markedly different than what anyone might remember of Koltira Deathweaver. His skin is healthy, sanguine tone; fair and free of cracks. An easy smile (albeit somewhat bemused) marks his handsome features, and while his eyes are still blue, they lack the cold fire of undeath. This is the blue of summer morning, warm and inviting.
His armor is something else, too. The video shows part of it--it's polished plate, pale blue and worked with ornate gold filigree. He has a broadsword strapped to his back, and the jeweled hilt mimics a stylized set of phoenix wings. A far cry from the dreadplate, from the ominous Byfrost.
When he speaks, his voice is friendly and smooth, lacking any of the guttural scratch it suffered from in undeath. Because, of course, this is Koltira before all of that.]
I have to say, this is the strangest scrying device I've ever seen. If it even is that; I suppose I could very well be talking to myself. But it does seem like something is transmitting.
[he shrugs. Well, anyway.]
If anyone can hear me on this, could you let me know? My name is Koltira, by the way. I'm usually guarding the temple An'owyn, but I think my friend Merriel may have tried a teleportation spell on me and gotten it a bit wrong.
[He beams, winningly.]
I'm sure it will all sort itself out eventually! But, in the meantime, I need to find my way out of these dreadful woods. Any help would be most appreciated.
[ooc: PRETEND HIS EYES ARE BLUE in these icons ...
ALSO LIZ TOLD ME TO POST THIS. SO I DID.]
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Honestly, I don't rightly know! Still, I'm pretty sure it did have something to do with Merriel. She's no green apprentice, but even a seasoned mage can make a miscalculation now and then. I don't blame her, of course.
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what's a Merriel. what. but.
BUT:] When did you change?
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Change?
[lightly, because the boy's incredulous questions/stare are making him just the tiniest bit nervous. Not that he'll show it.]
I change into my armor at sunrise each morning, if that's what you mean.
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this is not a Koltira. this is a...idk, shiny guy. Martin doesn't get it. it's very troubling. happiness shouldn't be troubling, but this is hella troubling. hella.]
That's...not what I mean. I mean... [hrngfff.]
Do you remember at all?
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I'm afraid that I really don't know what I'm meant to remember. My last memory is of the apple I was peeling for breakfast, just a few hours past.
[This child looks just as distressed as the other one. He softens his smile, gives a gentle shrug.] I'm terribly sorry if I'm disappointing you.
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oh. :(
Martin winces at the eyes a little.]
Oh...
[this is a. a weird...thing. weird things happen here a lot, don't they?]
I...[is it alright? he's not sure.] I'm not disappointed, I don't think. [he doesn't really know.]
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Well, very good, then! But you do seem a bit bothered, my young friend. [He hadn't missed that wince, or the continued thread of uncertainty in the child's voice.] I wonder, might I ask for your name?
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...It's Martin. [his head tilts just slightly, kind of bracing for some magical realization to happen.]
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I'm honored to meet you, Martin. How do you like living in this world?
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Oh, ah...[HRNGHHH.] It's. It's good. [good? is good the right word? MAN...this is weird.] This is...so, so this is...the first time you're here? [SOMEHOW? his voice is kind of high at the end.]
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Well--I'm glad you seem to like it ... but, indeed, it's a foreign place to me.
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I hope it's...I mean, I hope you can like it. [STRANGE...NOT-KOLTIRA PERSON...
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I'm...sorry. I was just...I mean, I'm just a little confused, is all.
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I guess so... [CONSIDERING UR NOT DEAD AND SAD.]
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It's all right, yeah? I just need to make my way out of these woods and into some civilization. And an inn, if you've got any.
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[right. that thing where he was lost and stuff. RIGHT.]
Auh, well...Can you...show me? Turn it around, so I can see...maybe I'll recognize it? [UNLIKELY.]