05-28-2015, 12:48 AM
Previously...
Location: Unknown. Time: Unknown.
In the middle of a lush jungle, a man sits alone, sighing to himself.
His hair is blond and tied back in a ponytail and he has a strong 5 o' clock shadow. He's caucasian, and his eyes are bright red.
He wears a simple grey ballcap and an unbuttoned, collared olive shirt with a plain brown vest overtop. His pants are equally as plain as the rest of his attire, and his shoes are scuffed, with melted soles as though he's been somewhere hot. Slung across his shoulder is a small satchel with chalk dust on it. He scratches the back of his neck while looking around, before sighing again.
Guess they aren't comin'... Shouldn't be too surprised, I guess.
*He stands up and stretches, and, pulling a piece of red chalk out of his pouch, begins to draw a rune of some kind*
Meanwhile? Elsewhere...
We will not leaving him!
*One of the robed figures from before backs up against the ravine*
Don't do anything stupid, Kalykne!
You know, maybe she's right, Yultehgen.
I mean, yeah, he's nuts but he's also our best bet at getting out of here.
Even Cirlaenul can't work with the spirits as well as he can, and I'd rather trust the spirits than my own sense of direction in this pla-OH CRAP!
*Cirlaenul's legs buckle and her head tilts to the side, and before a moment has passed she falls backward into the ravine*
*Yultehgen yells and dives in after her, headfirst*
Well, damn. *The remaining figure walks up to the edge and lets herself fall forward with her arms spread out*
Location: Unknown. Time: Unknown.
In the middle of a lush jungle, a man sits alone, sighing to himself.
His hair is blond and tied back in a ponytail and he has a strong 5 o' clock shadow. He's caucasian, and his eyes are bright red.
He wears a simple grey ballcap and an unbuttoned, collared olive shirt with a plain brown vest overtop. His pants are equally as plain as the rest of his attire, and his shoes are scuffed, with melted soles as though he's been somewhere hot. Slung across his shoulder is a small satchel with chalk dust on it. He scratches the back of his neck while looking around, before sighing again.
Guess they aren't comin'... Shouldn't be too surprised, I guess.
*He stands up and stretches, and, pulling a piece of red chalk out of his pouch, begins to draw a rune of some kind*
Meanwhile? Elsewhere...
We will not leaving him!
*One of the robed figures from before backs up against the ravine*
Don't do anything stupid, Kalykne!
You know, maybe she's right, Yultehgen.
I mean, yeah, he's nuts but he's also our best bet at getting out of here.
Even Cirlaenul can't work with the spirits as well as he can, and I'd rather trust the spirits than my own sense of direction in this pla-OH CRAP!
*Cirlaenul's legs buckle and her head tilts to the side, and before a moment has passed she falls backward into the ravine*
*Yultehgen yells and dives in after her, headfirst*
Well, damn. *The remaining figure walks up to the edge and lets herself fall forward with her arms spread out*