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Post by Dirk on Dec 21, 2023 3:22:23 GMT
"I don't trust you in fact I hate you. But here we go."
Dirk lays down and inhales a bit. He exhalesband says "Don't you leave me behind."
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Post by Admin on Dec 29, 2023 4:35:17 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/B2bQq2K/brand3~png "I said that I'd get you out of this place. A Prince of Amber does not go back on his word."He looks down at Dirk and across the area. "A shame we don't have any rope to tie you down. Offerings have a tendency to jerk and jump about during the procedure. Do try to control yourself while I go about my work."Brand begins chanting under his breath while circling the pentagram. After every full circle he speaks louder, and louder and louder. Dirk can feel the eldritch energy beginning to cover the mountain top and flow into him. Then with surprising speed and power, he leaps from the edge to the center of the circle and stabs Dirk. The universe goes bright then dark. A sound like the thunder at the end of the universe screams across the void; or is it Dirk who screams? And then..... |
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Post by Dirk on Dec 31, 2023 1:49:19 GMT
Dirk? Dirk?
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Post by Admin on Dec 31, 2023 2:27:23 GMT
And then....!
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Post by Admin on Dec 31, 2023 2:41:25 GMT
Dirk smells the air, real air not that weird darkwork stuff. Air mixed with dust and smoke and blood. Air rushes past his head as he falls and crashes onto land. Real land, not that rocky stuff in the other place; soil, grass, dew. Smoke drifts across his sideways field of view, and boulders land on the ground about him. Bodies as well as body parts. He is injured, deeply, too sore to move. There are a few people he can see through the haze. They stand not too far away. Dirk can feel more than see a darkness creeping towards him.
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Post by Dirk on Dec 31, 2023 4:42:51 GMT
Dirk tries to whistle to catch someone's attention. He's not moving ar all just focusing on breathing and trying to heal.
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Post by Admin on Jan 3, 2024 5:06:52 GMT
Through the haze he sees two people walk away from him. One looks a lot like Corwin, the other some young girl. If Dirk is feeling generous and kind, he would understand that things are falling apart in this world and they may not have heard or had the time to help him. If he's not so naive then he'd hate them for callously ignoring him during his time of greatest need.
To weak to move, he can only watch as the wave of entropy flows along the ground and over him. What fresh hell will he wake up in this time?
[OOC: I don't know where just yet. I was certain kind Kat would save him from destruction! I guess Kat really is Tak and has been fooling us all this time.]
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Post by Dirk on Jan 3, 2024 11:43:18 GMT
Dirk closes his eyes and waits for the inévitable. If he starts falling then he tries to hellride so to speak through shadow. He wants to go home.
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Post by Admin on Jan 8, 2024 3:54:44 GMT
As the darkness encloses him, a luminous hand reaches forth from the darkness to carry Dirk away. In some shadow cultures, this is what happens after death when one's soul is taken to the afterlife...
...but if this is a reward for a life virtuously led, then it stinks. Then again, Dirk was a pirate, so maybe this cold room is to be expected.
He awakens, lying on a small cot covered in a thin blanket. Walls are rough-hewn stone blocks. A small window lets in faint light from an overcast sky. A small table holds a lit candle, a water pitcher, and a glass. Across the back of a chair are clothes in his colors and a sheathed dagger.
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Post by Dirk on Jan 8, 2024 9:04:35 GMT
Dirk does a body check to make sure he's OK to move. Dirk gets dressed and drinks a few glasses of water as he gets dressed and starts looking for a way out. He looks at the dagger to see if it resembles one's carried by his father.
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Post by Admin on Jan 15, 2024 6:29:17 GMT
He can move. He's healed on the outside but there are twinges of pain when he moves about. The clothes fit as if they were tailored for him. There's even a hat and neckband in his recently popularized style in Amber. The dagger doesn't look like one of Caine's. Its blade is sharp.
There is an oak door. A few old rusty swords hang among other war and hunting prizes on the walls.
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Post by Dirk on Jan 15, 2024 13:30:43 GMT
Dirk gets dresses and then opens the door and walks out. His dagger is slid up his sleeve to hid it. He's looking for someone to talk to and ask a few important questions. The first one asked is "where am I?". The second is "where can I get food?"
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Post by Admin on Jan 18, 2024 1:42:27 GMT
The door is locked, but after he bangs on it, a servant comes and unlocks it and lets Dirk out.
"We are in Jidrash, my lord. In the fortress of King Rinaldo, who has patiently awaited your recovery. This way to the great hall."
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Post by Dirk on Jan 18, 2024 2:35:29 GMT
Dirk follows along peacefully except for the "Fuck my life." He mutters over and over.
He growls "I hate you, I hate you." as he goes along. His brow furrows as he grumbles and growls his way to an audience with the last person he wanted to see. "The only way this could be worse is if this was happening in Arden."
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Post by Admin on Jan 18, 2024 3:40:01 GMT
The servant raises one eyebrow skeptically.
"How can this be bad? The King saved your life and commanded you to be healed. He even trusted you enough to give you that knife you've hidden up your sleeve. You are an honoured guest."
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