66th Day of Fall, 511 AV
Auldwin stood near the docks, focusing intently on trying to solidify his form. Materialization, supposedly coming easily to most Ghosts, seemed to be Auldwin's most struggling supernatural talent. No matter how he tried to focus on himself, his knowledge of his own appearance as well as what made him a man in life seemed fleeting. Often his concentration moved away from himself and more toward the subjects of his anger and conviction. Due to this obsession, Soulmist Projection was much easier, as he was able to focus on an effect to gain an end result. Even Possession seemed all but natural to him, removing control for another person or creature in order to wield it's physical form for a desire outcome. Materialization just seemed so nebulous.
He looked down into the tropical waters of the southern Suvan, trying to compress his Soulmist in order to get a better view of his obfuscated mist form. The more he attempted, the more frustrated he became. His frustrations resounded within his Soulmist, making it chaotic and thus more difficult to control. "Damn it." he growled, slapping a tendril of his Soulmist into the water, causing a large splash from the acceleration of that Ghostly material.
It was times like this he wished he had something left of his old self. Perhaps that could have become a focal point, something real to draw a recollection upon from his living days. Alas, although he had searched the area where ever Endrykas roamed he was always unable to find any remnants of his old self. Those creatures within the grassy plains did well at taking everything away from him. So far to the east he knew there was Syliras, the place where he once had a life, where even his wife might still be. Everytime he thought of that place a dread came over him, what if his wife had moved on? How would it feel to see his old home possibly being inhabited by another man? How would his wife take his limbo between reincarnation? So many questions. The existence of a Ghost was filled with so many questions.
Auldwin stood near the docks, focusing intently on trying to solidify his form. Materialization, supposedly coming easily to most Ghosts, seemed to be Auldwin's most struggling supernatural talent. No matter how he tried to focus on himself, his knowledge of his own appearance as well as what made him a man in life seemed fleeting. Often his concentration moved away from himself and more toward the subjects of his anger and conviction. Due to this obsession, Soulmist Projection was much easier, as he was able to focus on an effect to gain an end result. Even Possession seemed all but natural to him, removing control for another person or creature in order to wield it's physical form for a desire outcome. Materialization just seemed so nebulous.
He looked down into the tropical waters of the southern Suvan, trying to compress his Soulmist in order to get a better view of his obfuscated mist form. The more he attempted, the more frustrated he became. His frustrations resounded within his Soulmist, making it chaotic and thus more difficult to control. "Damn it." he growled, slapping a tendril of his Soulmist into the water, causing a large splash from the acceleration of that Ghostly material.
It was times like this he wished he had something left of his old self. Perhaps that could have become a focal point, something real to draw a recollection upon from his living days. Alas, although he had searched the area where ever Endrykas roamed he was always unable to find any remnants of his old self. Those creatures within the grassy plains did well at taking everything away from him. So far to the east he knew there was Syliras, the place where he once had a life, where even his wife might still be. Everytime he thought of that place a dread came over him, what if his wife had moved on? How would it feel to see his old home possibly being inhabited by another man? How would his wife take his limbo between reincarnation? So many questions. The existence of a Ghost was filled with so many questions.
