Enkerzed
Dusty Wanderer
DARK OMENS
Neath a faltered sky.
Cross loam-less plains, and watered blight.
Ah! Where gone those days?
Once glory shone so bright!
Fallen 'neath baleful wings dark as night.
Ah! A moment give to me.
Hark! Shall none hear this soul's tale,
Of a land, benight?
Neath a faltered sky.
Cross loam-less plains, and watered blight.
Ah! Where gone those days?
Once glory shone so bright!
Fallen 'neath baleful wings dark as night.
Ah! A moment give to me.
Hark! Shall none hear this soul's tale,
Of a land, benight?
RULES
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Dunan Bram awoke with a cry, gasping for breath as though having struggled free from the grips of the night hag. Still dizzy with vertigo from the Magician's time spell, the brown haired youth, once a raven haired man, continued lying on his side in a pile of muddy hay where he had apparently collapsed. Slowly, slowly, he rolled over and raised himself up on his elbows so his golden eyes could take in the immediate surroundings. Cold cobblestone floor, dawn light seeping in through an open door and the long forgotten stench of horse manure. This was it, the stable where he used to work ten years ago in the city of Liotra. The spell had worked!
No, wait, he thought as he tried to stand, his legs shaking with the effort as though being used for the first time. Is it the right day or even the right year? And what about the others, where are they?
Closing his eyes, Dunan attempted to recall what the Magician had said before sending him and all the other Champions of Gaia back through time, or at least all the ones who were left anyway. Try as he might however, the entire event was difficult to remember despite it happening only a moment ago. It was like trying to hold onto the fleeting memory of a long dream, quickly forgotten once it was over. He could not even picture what the Magician had looked like, despite him being an actual deity in the flesh. Dunan did however remember the task he had been charged with. Meet with the others in the city of Liotra and prevent the assassination of the king. But where to meet exactly and how would he recognize them?
Or how would they recognize me? he thought as he rubbed his chin, noticing a distinct lack of stubble anywhere on his smooth skin.
Dunan was fuzzy on the details and could not remember much of the plan, or if there even was one. For now however, he knew that he had to move. With great effort, he finally mastered full use of his legs and his first course of action was to test how much of his power had been retained. As he suspected however, the only ability he possessed was the one he was born with as he soon confirmed while passing his hand through a wooden beam, slipping in and out like air through cloth.
Not much good hanging around here, Dunan realized as he heard the city beginning to awaken, footsteps and voices filtering into the stable from outside. Feeling naked without a weapon, he rummaged through a knight's saddlebags hanging by a stall door and fished out a gleaming dagger.
"Hope you don't mind," he said to the horse behind the door as he left the stable and walked out onto the streets, making a beeline for the city square with the dagger tucked into his belt. Hopefully, the others who had been sent back in time would have the same idea, though he was still unsure of how to signal his identity to them and tried to think of a way as he walked.
As if the very consideration of his current appearance triggered it, a memory of the Magician's sonorous voice came to mind and Dunan remembered his warning, "There is a chance your younger self may not understand who you are and what you must do."
What could that mean? Dunan wondered as he entered the city square, the fountain at the centre of it as grand and ornate as ever... before the madness of the future had taken it.
Dunan used Intangibility. Mana is now 9/10.
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