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There were times when a man needed to distance himself from the prime object of his attentions. To dedicate one's life to a cause was valorous; to let that cause rule every waking second of that life was foolishness. The hounds had been sated, either by blood or servitude, and Mephirium could afford to leave them be for the time being.
The waters were cold to the touch, but not uncomfortable. Mephirium waded waist deep through the dark liquid, his soul tethered by a thin string to his body. His physical form wandered about the deep seemingly at random, whilst his spirit traveled the currents of the Great Ocean unmolested.
He saw terrible things within its depths.
Great demons of salt and ash swallowed worlds. Whirlpools of energy surged in random intervals throughout the ocean, swallowing up any who drew too close. Terrible clouds of smoke and ash suffocated the dwindling lights at the ocean's bottom, yet for every light that went out, another two came to life.
Not for the first time, Mephirium was confounded by the ocean's power. He spent his free time attempting to understand its rhythms, only to find nothing but confusion and an unsated curiosity. Perhaps he-
Something else was present. With a simpel thought, Mephirium returned from the edges of his consciousness to the physical realm. Blue eyes shot open as he looked to the shores of the dead world. Whom would have followed him to this desolate place? The lake of Ambria was not well known, and it had long served as his place of solitude.
Perhaps it had drawn another being into its unfathomable depths. Frowning, he drew his cowl up over his face and wandered to the shore, his eyes narrowing as he peered out into the evening light.
[member="Enma Jayss"]
The waters were cold to the touch, but not uncomfortable. Mephirium waded waist deep through the dark liquid, his soul tethered by a thin string to his body. His physical form wandered about the deep seemingly at random, whilst his spirit traveled the currents of the Great Ocean unmolested.
He saw terrible things within its depths.
Great demons of salt and ash swallowed worlds. Whirlpools of energy surged in random intervals throughout the ocean, swallowing up any who drew too close. Terrible clouds of smoke and ash suffocated the dwindling lights at the ocean's bottom, yet for every light that went out, another two came to life.
Not for the first time, Mephirium was confounded by the ocean's power. He spent his free time attempting to understand its rhythms, only to find nothing but confusion and an unsated curiosity. Perhaps he-
Something else was present. With a simpel thought, Mephirium returned from the edges of his consciousness to the physical realm. Blue eyes shot open as he looked to the shores of the dead world. Whom would have followed him to this desolate place? The lake of Ambria was not well known, and it had long served as his place of solitude.
Perhaps it had drawn another being into its unfathomable depths. Frowning, he drew his cowl up over his face and wandered to the shore, his eyes narrowing as he peered out into the evening light.
[member="Enma Jayss"]