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27th of Winter, 513AV
A small shadow made it's way between the trees, though swaying left and right, not following a clear path or destiny. He was packed in thoughts about this place. Why he had left. What he had done.
The Wildlands. They were interesting to Ruvyn. Now that Winter had been there for a while, the trees all had a cold, chilling air around them. Their leaves had made place for darkness and they now all looked similar. This time of the year always caused a certain feeling of depression build up, whether there happened remarkable things or not. This was one of those moments again and Ruvyn tried to cheer his thoughts by thinking about Syliras. He'd left his home - or at least, to Ruvyn it was a home - for Sahova. The young ghost knew nothing, exept that it was filled with the Undead and Dead and it was a place for magic to gather. There were wizards, he had heard. But first he would need to make his way to Sunberth, and then he'd see.
A shudder went though Ruvyn's soulmist as his thoughts went back to the present. What direction was he heading in again? His thoughts had distracted him from what he was doing, while he had only tried to cheer himself up. Stopping, the ghost looked around. It was.. Similar to what he'd seen last time. But then again, everything looked the same here.
Ruvyn turned around, spinning. What way had he come from? This one? Or was it this one? He picked the way that seemed right. It was, in fact, the way he had come from. He didn't notice that yet and his thoughts drifted off again. What would it be like? Would they accept a dull ghost like him? Did they hate outsiders? Again he stopped, realising this wasn't going to work. He had seen this tree before. He had seen this lump before. He was going in circles. And the worst of all, he had all the time of the world. Literally. He had no idea what would possibly roam these lands.
Don't give up hope yet.. he thought, trying out different paths between the trees, then again turning back around, swaying uncautiously. Nothing. It was all similar and he was petched now. No one would come looking for him. He was just a dull ghost roaming the Wildlands. Nothing more. Defeated he got down and made himself small, hidden in the shadows of the trees. What to do now? He was lost. He could try to get back on his own, but where? He didn't even know how big the Wildlands were. Where he would possibly get if he went in the wrong direction. He had been stupid, forgetting to check this. He'd need to do that back in Syliras. But the job was done now. He was alone.
Bells had gone by. How much, he wasn't sure. Apparently he had fallen asleep somewhere. Where was he? Then the realisation hit him again. He was lost, somewhere between the trees. This time, the ghost started crying out for help desperately.
"S.. Somebody here? Anyone? Help? Help me! Somebody help me! P.. P.lease..."
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27th of Winter, 513AV
A small shadow made it's way between the trees, though swaying left and right, not following a clear path or destiny. He was packed in thoughts about this place. Why he had left. What he had done.
The Wildlands. They were interesting to Ruvyn. Now that Winter had been there for a while, the trees all had a cold, chilling air around them. Their leaves had made place for darkness and they now all looked similar. This time of the year always caused a certain feeling of depression build up, whether there happened remarkable things or not. This was one of those moments again and Ruvyn tried to cheer his thoughts by thinking about Syliras. He'd left his home - or at least, to Ruvyn it was a home - for Sahova. The young ghost knew nothing, exept that it was filled with the Undead and Dead and it was a place for magic to gather. There were wizards, he had heard. But first he would need to make his way to Sunberth, and then he'd see.
A shudder went though Ruvyn's soulmist as his thoughts went back to the present. What direction was he heading in again? His thoughts had distracted him from what he was doing, while he had only tried to cheer himself up. Stopping, the ghost looked around. It was.. Similar to what he'd seen last time. But then again, everything looked the same here.
Ruvyn turned around, spinning. What way had he come from? This one? Or was it this one? He picked the way that seemed right. It was, in fact, the way he had come from. He didn't notice that yet and his thoughts drifted off again. What would it be like? Would they accept a dull ghost like him? Did they hate outsiders? Again he stopped, realising this wasn't going to work. He had seen this tree before. He had seen this lump before. He was going in circles. And the worst of all, he had all the time of the world. Literally. He had no idea what would possibly roam these lands.
Don't give up hope yet.. he thought, trying out different paths between the trees, then again turning back around, swaying uncautiously. Nothing. It was all similar and he was petched now. No one would come looking for him. He was just a dull ghost roaming the Wildlands. Nothing more. Defeated he got down and made himself small, hidden in the shadows of the trees. What to do now? He was lost. He could try to get back on his own, but where? He didn't even know how big the Wildlands were. Where he would possibly get if he went in the wrong direction. He had been stupid, forgetting to check this. He'd need to do that back in Syliras. But the job was done now. He was alone.
Bells had gone by. How much, he wasn't sure. Apparently he had fallen asleep somewhere. Where was he? Then the realisation hit him again. He was lost, somewhere between the trees. This time, the ghost started crying out for help desperately.
"S.. Somebody here? Anyone? Help? Help me! Somebody help me! P.. P.lease..."
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