The Sundered Earth (A Death Gate Cycle Rp) IC
Vast tree lined streets all meticulously groomed and orderly awaited the arrival of the only occupants to the huge city. An old looking man held onto a younger man, not out of weariness or lack of strength, it was in fact the younger man who clung unsteadily to the older man for much needed support. If one was to look closer they would have seen that both men were covered in strange looking markings. Tattooed to their skin were runes of power, protection, strength and healing, amongst other runes that these Patryn had tattooed on themselves over the years, the dull outline of the tattoos were no longer glowing, as they did when there was danger nearby. Here in the Nexus, the Patryn could finally relax. Not completely of course, no Patryn ever found the time to be fully relaxed, if they let their guard down in the place many of them had grown up, they died.
The older man stopped, having reached a dwelling place that was cold and univiting, but solidly built and reinforced with runes he himself had etched into the stone surface. He let the younger man down to the floor softly then straightened his back to the task at hand. Swiftly forming sigla in the air he breathed life into the rune structure he had created with a precisely spoken word. The effect was startling, the once solid wall in front of him melted, taking on the consistency of a thick but viscous porridge. Having secured the opening, the man turned to his young charge and bent to help him stand. The young man weakly pushed the hand away and struggled to his feet, the older man watched with cold eyes, he knew that the man was close to death yet understood the deep pride that swelled within his own breast. He let the younger man take a few faltering steps and was ready to grab him if needed.
Inside the building a small orange glow emanated from the only piece of furniture in the room, at least what could be seen by the naked eye. The old man waved his hands briefly and spoke a short phrase. Out of the floor sprang two chairs, one on either side of the orange glow, the glow itself came from a strange coral like substance that appeared to be floating in mid-air, but was in fact growing out of the floor on a slender trunk. As he guided the younger man to the seat th eolder man waved a hand behind him and the hole in the wall disappeared, replaced by a wall that was whole and undamaged.
"We may speak freely here my son, I know you need rest and believe me when I say that it is in both our interests that you form your healing circle as soon as possible, I am loathe however, to leave unspoken the words you muttered to me when I found you at the final gate."
The younger man, clinging to consciousness but sheer force of will, fluttered his eyelids and managed to mumble a word passed cracked and parched lips.
"I apologise, I have not had others cater for in a while and in my haste forgot the manners of hospitality, if you will wait but a moment I will rectify this slight."
He waved his hands near the orange glow, a slight hissing noise escaped the plant and a small trickle of fluid dripped into cup that appeared underneath it.
He passed the cup to the man and waited for the youngster to take it, unfortunately the effort seemed to much and the old man was forced to hold the cup up to the cracked lips. When he was sure that the cup had been drained, the old man placed it on the floor and returned to his own seat. The young man seemed a little more at ease and was breathing a lot quieter than before. His body is young, the magic strong, it already fights the poisons without the aid of healing
The old man was impressed despite his own advanced age and powers.
"I am called Xar, the first Patryn to have escaped the Labrynth, you are in the Nexus, a place that our Sartan jailers left for us after our "rehabilitation". I found you near the final gate, I believe that two Chaodyn had almost stopped you from escaping. Unfortunately even though you slayed both, one managed to infect you and that is where I found you, however you did not just give up and die, you fought, as you are still doing now. I was impressed with this and decided to bring you here, so that you could see the place the Patryns were supposed to live in, under Sartan rule obviously, but that is a discussion for when you are better."
The younger man, aware of his surroundings, and alerted to the power this man wielded, almost choked on a sob of relief, if this man was Xar, the Xar who risked life and limb every time he went back into the Labrynth to rescue their people then the young man wanted to know how he could help in any way.
"I am called Kalas, and I am in you debt, command me and I will do what you say without question."
He passed out then, secure for once in his life that he was safe, if he had seen the look in Xar's eyes however he might have thought twice.