Solo (Solo) Returning after Darkness [Closed]

[Aravorn]

Spring 4th, 514 A.V. Aravorn stumbled out onto the road, a mist of confusion clouded his mind as he studied his surroundings, everything was blurry and seemed farther than it actually was. Aravorn felt content to look up at the sun and as he looked up and sting burned his eyes. The sun hurt and blinded him he was distressed by this and didn't understand why, his mind swirled on the question Why? he applied it to everything he could think of, from why he was here, to why he was disoriented, he kept his head low as he started to take a few steps, he felt cold, very cold and unfamiliar with his own body he was fumbling around like a toddler it didn't help that pain coursed through his body from some unknown origin, it was a pain that tore through his own soul and made him clutch his fists, a feeling was returning even though he couldn't remember why it was there in the first place. Rage, pure, and simple, he looked towards the direction he was stumbling towards, a lake: one he felt drawn to, he searched his mind briefly before muttering a single word "Ravok..." his memory started to return as he chanted the word Ravok over and over again with spite, he could only remember to the point of his imprisonment and that was enough to grasp onto some form of identity he had, it was faint but at least he had two things now, a goal and a name, He was Aravorn, and he would do something. Something? that wasn't right, something was not explicit enough, but all his focus was on Ravok, and the more he thought of it the more his anger grew, he wanted to see Ravok on fire, its people cowering from the destruction. His goal had come to him, spontaneously and almost caused a bit of disorientation to himself, he was lost not in direction but with himself his head was dizzy and a strong ache irritated his chest, looking down he found he was clad in black robes but it didn't seem strange to him.. No, it seemed right, and it was perhaps the one thing that made sense to him though he wasn't quite sure why. He had begun to tear at his robes but they wouldn't rip and at times he thought his own hand slipped inside the fabric, Aravorn stretched out the collar of his robes to look down them, it was quite dark but by turning towards the sun which was low in the sky he had enough light to see a gaping wound, panic gripped him as he fell backwards into the ground, he placed a hand over the wound and gasped, it was deep and straight into his heart, 'I should be dead' he thought to himself but maybe he was just overreacting.. maybe it wasn't that deep, he just perceived it to be since he didn't get a good look at it, slowly he stood up and looked down his robes a second time, he felt sick looking at it but there was no doubt about it, the wound was straight through his chest probably wen't right through to his back too. He started to well up, he was scared and didn't understand what was happening. He closed his eyes and everything seemed to fade away, it was a bit like meditation as he turned his head and opened his eyes to look down at his arms, he placed his right hand on his bicep and slowly stroked his arm down to the wrist where he gripped and held his hand there for a while, while trying fanatically to keep calm but there was a anger inside him, and he felt like he needed to let it out, he looked over at a tree and rushed at it, tripping on himself once or twice before swinging three punches straight at it, all of them hit and pain started in his hands and wen't all the way up his arms to his neck, he gritted his teeth and stared at the tree, he started to hate it, but perhaps that was his own fault.. He was punching solid wood afterall, he turned around, sighed and started to walk away... And then something happened that was impossible: He passed through a branch, through one, it had to be his imagination right? It had to be, but panic and curiosity overwhelmed him and he wanted confirmation, though this time he wanted his hand to go through it and not touch it, he slowly extended his hand and pushed it straight into the branch, it didn't move or react to his touch his hand simply wen't into it, disappearing with his finger tips becoming visible on the other side, he started to breath harshly and quickly, he pulled his hand out of the branch quickly and he notice himself flicker, he panicked and started to run out onto the road looking down it and begging for someone to come down and explain everything to him, but it started to make sense, reason in his mind told him to sit down and think, so he did and his thoughts were cold and twisted, fueled by a malicious rage, a heightened sense of reality gripped him and he started to clench his jaw shut, grinding his teeth together he was remembering everything relevant to him though not the first time there was one final thing that he had never known prior to this, his collected memory followed the hole, his oath, and.. His death, being stuck with a blade and only staying awake for a few seconds before a eternal slumber took him, or it should have been eternal, but his oath and his desire prevented him from doing so, 'Never to rest,' he thought, and he opened his eyes "There is work to do.."

[Aravorn]

An Hour later Aravorn 'stood' up, if he was even sitting in the first place, or just what passed for as 'sitting' as a Ghost. Aravorn wasn't stupid, but his mind started to reject the fact he was a ghost, that he was dead, and he could hardly believe it himself. So he had to sit, and battle with himself to understand the reality of the situation: He was dead, and now he only had one thing left to do before he departed... The road was dangerous.. or was it? Maybe it was safe, but he felt increasingly paranoid that someone was looking for him, Aravorn moved off the road into the forest, he wandered aimlessly, never raising his head to see where he was going occasionally passing through a tree which caused a shiver coarse through his body. Aravorn stopped, a noise was behind him, something snapped a twig causing Aravorn to look around for the culprit.. But there was nothing, Aravorn shook off the feeling of paranoia gripping him and remembered his words "Work to do.." he muttered under his breath, he didn't understand much about his own abilities, and never once encountered a ghost while he was alive, but he had heard stories, how they could will objects to move, how they could 'teleport' but he wasn't sure if they were true, he needed practice either way, if his power came naturally and just needed mastery or if it needed to be trained and built he didn't know. Though to practice, he needed a target, he believes he had gotten the ability to materialize, he just needed to will it and concentrate, first he passed his arm through a tree, his soulmist flowed around the tree and through it with his arm as he passed it through the trunk of the tree, now he wanted to touch it, he shut his eyes and concentrated, his thoughts always turned to the mist, he wanted to solidify, opening his eyes he found the mist less loose and more compact to him. He started at the tree and pressed his hand against it and held it there before exhaustion started to overcome him, he let his arm drop as he let out a sigh, his soulmist acted almost like him, as he sighed and loosened it started to become more free and loose, floating around his body. So now he knew what to do to materialize, he wasn't sure if he knew everything about it, but the thought lingered in his mind that at the very least he knew how to do it to a extent, now he had to see if stories were true, and if he could move objects around without touching them, he looked around before noticing a branch hanging off a tree, it would've fallen to the ground if it wasn't still hanging onto the tree as if it was desperate in a way, long words made short: It had caught itself on a smaller branch and was hanging loosely, all it needed to be blown off was a hard wind.. Or a ghost practicing its powers. Aravorn positioned himself near it, it wasn't too far away, he could probably reach up and grab it if he could, he wanted to pick it up and move it to the ground, he looked at it and tried focusing, 'pick it up and move it' frustration was gripping him, it shouldn't be hard should it? He wasn't sure, 'pick it up... AND MOVE IT' he started to tense, he wasn't sure how to focus on it, how to do it, he was angry now, and his mist was reflecting on this, shaking and moving violently around him, he flung a arm at it touching it, his soulmist clinging to it and in his rage he started shouting "MOVE!" he pushed it, somehow, it loosened itself from the branch creaking before falling through him, he wasn't sure how he did it, was it his emotion? Or something else? moved away from it, it was beneath him, now it was little more than a inch from his toes he picked it up, It wasn't heavy.. Maybe a quarter of a pound, he turned it and stared in awe, he couldn't really feel it like one would in life, it was a strange feeling. His mist was smothering it, almost burning it, was it his mist? 'Of course..' it took him a while but he realized that his mist was what was moving it, he was using it to move it, and to push it before, but he had to be close to it, maybe a little too close, which puts him at a disadvantage.. There had to be a better way, maybe he could cast his soulmist out? But he couldn't.. Not yet anyways, perhaps with a little more training and experience... He dropped the branch, he felt little wariness in him.. He started to wander again, before stopping and looking out at a lake, and the city in the center of it. Ravok... he turned and crept back into the forest, he knew where he was now, he just needed to sit and practice a little bit, he needed to build his power....

[Nemesis]

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