[OPEN] The black-clothed monk

[harmonian]

WHO: Sasarai and OPEN
WHAT: Sasarai decides to explore the Horizon
WHERE: Horizon
WHEN: After Eifstide


Sasarai sets out from the pale shrine at the center of the Mirrored Valley that makes up the surface of his domain.

He has dressed himself in black leather with a heavy dark cloak and hood obscuring his face. What he is protecting his identity from he isn't sure. Nobody out there is so hostile to him that they'd kill him for roaming into their territory, surely... Not yet, anyway.

After the surge of spirits during Eifstide he's been waiting to hear information from the King and Queen or from the Mages or from...anyone. Anyone who could adequately explain what had happened... Nobody has said a thing.

Someone has to know something and he intends to find them. If only he could spend all night exploring the Horizon, chasing people for answers...

But he knows he realistically can't spend too long here. He's enough of a busy body in the castle that his prolonged absence would be noticed. Gossipy castle staff would start wondering why he spent so long in meditation.

No, at best he has a couple of hours...

So he tries to quicken his stride as he passes through the mountains clustered around his domain.


[OOC: If you want Sasarai to enter your character's Domain leave a tag! If not don't worry I will only assume he's visited people who explicitly opt into the log. He will leave if someone isn't in their Domain and able to answer since he's in a hurry.

When answering please let me know what your domain is like and who/what might greet him upon entering.]

Comments

[harmonian]

[Sasarai has never seen anything like this before. It seems like it must be a city but the structures are high and alien, and well beyond the ability of even the most accomplished Harmonian architect.

As he passes by them he sometimes does a double take, looking at what appears to be doors at first glance but must surely be walls. Nobody needs doors that tall.

After a few minutes of wandering, searching for the owner of this domain, he finally stops and removes his hood.]

Is anyone here?

[He sees an impossibly sized cloaked figure out of the corner of his vision but when he turns to look at it, it's already gone.]

This tag is embarrasingly old and I'm very sorry for taking this long on it

[unnecessaryflourishes]

[At first, there's no answer. Just the town, tall and somber, and here and there a drifting soul. A memory of a soul, there and gone again - though if nothing else, the apparent size of them suggests that the doors are at least not as ridiculously tall as they might seem, by the standards of those who might have lived there.

And then... suddenly there is another figure. One that is real, and solid, approaching from behind - and one who seems to have at least heard some of his question besides.]

I know of very few places here that are truly abandoned.

[Unattended for a time, perhaps. But not abandoned.

More immediately relevant, though Sasarai may well recognize Emet-Selch's voice - even here, it is not so different to how it would be outside the Horizon - but the sight that will greet him should he turn is anything but familiar. This Emet-Selch stands tall - easily near 18 feet, if not more - with long pale hair, and dressed the same robes that the ghosts born of memory wear. His eyes, though, are the same yellow as ever, though they seem to nearly glow besides.]