PARADISA

[Anyone up late tonight might be surprised to find a rather philosophical question written in their journal in neat, rather elegant script.]

Perhaps this world is not simply another dimension that we are drawn into at the whim of Cair Paradisa. Perhaps we are not as alive as we believe, and we are simply memories of people who once were, tested time and again to see who we truly are. Perhaps it is a cycle that repeats until it strips us of all that we were, allowing us to finally be born anew...

( ...and I must scream. )



((ooc: This is backdated to around 10ish this morning. As it is canon that Dhaos does have the ability to speak inside people's heads, feel free to be able to "hear" him.))

[Anyone who happens to be awake at this ungodly hour or who was unfortunate enough to leave their journal open as they sleep may hear sounds of utter glee filtering through the night. It is soon followed by the sounds of someone fumbling around for something - their journal as it would become clear - and then much excited chatter.]

...Galaxies! It's possible to see multiple galaxies with nothing more than the naked eye from this world! What's more, the lights from the castle and the town seem to have minimal effect upon visibility! This... this is fantastic! Does anyone have the knowledge to assist me in building a device to take proper photographs of celestial bodies? If we can record the movements of the night sky around us...!

[He cuts himself off in his excitement.

It seems Dhaos has been effected by his very first loss. Have fun with him babbling incessantly about space for the next week or so.]

[Dhaos isn't quite sure what had happened; one moment he was bleeding out from a fatal wound, alone but for his murderers and worlds away from home. ...And then he blinked.

He's not sure where he is now. Not the afterlife certainly; he can still acutely feel the pain from the gaping hole in his abdomen and his vision is going. That blur on the edge of his vision looks a rather lot like it might be a gurney though. ...Is this a medical facility?

The thought prompts Dhaos to begin gathering up the last bits of spare magic from his reserves to cast a healing spell. If he can keep himself alive long enough for someone to notice him, perhaps there's a chance he can recover enough to complete his mission...]


((ooc: Dhaos has returned, and this time the castle had the courtesy to drop him in the Clinic instead of in the front hall. Feel free to bother him~))

[If anyone were to wander out onto the castle grounds, they might notice something slightly unusual going on out in one of the more grassy areas. It appears that there is a rather sizable murder of ravens, and sitting right in the middle of them is a certain blond mage with the signature headband-and-cloak. It also seems that he's having a rather nice chat with the birds. The truly odd thing about this scene though is that the birds appear to be listening to him.]

...And this woman has short white hair, golden eyes, and has a tendency to wear all white clothing. If you don't mind, could all of you keep an eye on her if you happen to spot her, and report back to me with your findings? I would greatly appreciate it.

[There is a chorus of cawing from the ravens. The murder then begins to take off and fan out around the castle. Dhaos smiles, deeming it all a success, and sits back to enjoy the sun.]





((ooc: This is an open post. GLaDOS is the one Dhaos is refering to in case anyone would recognize the description.))

[The first thing he noticed was that the ceiling had suddenly changed. This would normally be an odd thing to take note of, especially right off the bat. However, this was decidedly not a normal circumstance as one, he was in the process of falling over backwards, and two, massive blood loss is enough to make anyone’s thought process a bit off-kilter. The second thing he noticed was that the fall seemed to be taking an unusually long amount of time, but impacting with something that he was surprised to note was decidedly not the floor cut that thought short.

As he lies there more than slightly dazed, he faintly appreciates the fact that the not-floor seems to be fairly warm.]

Duke
[ Duke grunts as sudden weight hits him. Warm, cloth, hair and - wet. Blood? Smells like -

Anyone paying attention to the journals might find a suspicious bloody stain in a page corner. ]

Lobby. Require aid - Healing Circle [ That.. bloody stain might have some other less identifiable body fluids mixed in. ]

((OOC: radiantwingedone suggested that we combine our entries so that it flows better storywise. So yes, the second half was in fact written by Duke.))