The events of the previous night were fresh in his mind.
By the combined efforts of a multitude, they had brought low the foul creature that threatened to unravel their minds and allow its young to feast on their flesh. He recalled the madness that gripped him, and the way that he felt with each tick of the condition. Burning hot passion, disdain, heights of joy, and volcanic rage. All things that he had come to accept were beyond him, unlocked by circumstance. If this world could give him that experience, there was so much more waiting for him.
He knew it. Jin ambled along the path through the Tangleweaves back toward Astorea, far ahead of the caravan. Ahead of him was the sanctuary where those who fell in combat would rise once more, and there he would find the man he sought. When it came into view, Jin strained for a moment to discern if there were others nearby, or if he was alone. Only once he was satisfied did he make his approach.
Jin breached the hallowed hall and glanced toward the altar, the spawning point. It had been long enough since the death for the timer to tick away and the body to rematerialize and bind with the spirit once more. He leaned against the frame of the doorway and peered in, raising his voice to call out for @Yugam.
"The way you snuck around I was beginning to think you had no intention of meeting up with me in game at all," he spoke, for the first time dropping the pretense of the Bloodsworn. With anyone who he didn't know outside of this world, he would never bother showing them what hid behind the mask. This was one of the token exceptions. "But not only did you not even say hi, you went and died in the boss fight. If we had coordinated, that probably could have been avoided," he shook his head.
The reality of it was that neither man was much worried about death, or the ramifications. It still presented something of an inconvenience to Jin at this point, though. Nonetheless, he was curious. "...are you going to at least tell me what it felt like?"
By the combined efforts of a multitude, they had brought low the foul creature that threatened to unravel their minds and allow its young to feast on their flesh. He recalled the madness that gripped him, and the way that he felt with each tick of the condition. Burning hot passion, disdain, heights of joy, and volcanic rage. All things that he had come to accept were beyond him, unlocked by circumstance. If this world could give him that experience, there was so much more waiting for him.
He knew it. Jin ambled along the path through the Tangleweaves back toward Astorea, far ahead of the caravan. Ahead of him was the sanctuary where those who fell in combat would rise once more, and there he would find the man he sought. When it came into view, Jin strained for a moment to discern if there were others nearby, or if he was alone. Only once he was satisfied did he make his approach.
Jin breached the hallowed hall and glanced toward the altar, the spawning point. It had been long enough since the death for the timer to tick away and the body to rematerialize and bind with the spirit once more. He leaned against the frame of the doorway and peered in, raising his voice to call out for @Yugam.
"The way you snuck around I was beginning to think you had no intention of meeting up with me in game at all," he spoke, for the first time dropping the pretense of the Bloodsworn. With anyone who he didn't know outside of this world, he would never bother showing them what hid behind the mask. This was one of the token exceptions. "But not only did you not even say hi, you went and died in the boss fight. If we had coordinated, that probably could have been avoided," he shook his head.
The reality of it was that neither man was much worried about death, or the ramifications. It still presented something of an inconvenience to Jin at this point, though. Nonetheless, he was curious. "...are you going to at least tell me what it felt like?"