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I've been clicking to come back to this page way too often...
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Writer and lover of writing, the written word is the best way for me to communicate for the words from the tongue may fail me.

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I’m still here, just a little lost for how to engage I suppose, haha
Don't know if this will become pertinent right away, but I'll be traveling for the next week, so there may or may not be an update from me depending on if it's needed.



Etzer was hoping that he’d be able to recognize something around the landscape, but everything was too different. He tried to look at the buildings barely standing and some others that were only husks of what they used to be, but the structure was beyond his comprehension. In fact, even looking around at some of the styles flying around, these people were beyond what he was expecting. How long had he been dead, anyway? The only small comfort he picked up was the approach of the small badger that seemed to trudge down the dirt and snow. He couldn’t help the smile it brought to his face, even as he traced its footsteps back to the woman in the earth-tone clothes.

There was something about her that seemed familiar to him, though he was certain he’d never seen her before. The other figure that now clicked to him was that of Ravness. The great paladin had been a symbol of hope, and a hopeful story for the struggling force back in the days of the rebellion. He remembered even Vakir had some stories about her legend. And if she was pushing them in one direction, Etzer would not be one to object.

With a twirl of his spear, he let out a puff of cold air into the sky and watched his breath in the cold, “Right, well. I’m Etzer Kirtzao, Wanderer. I’m one mount short right now, but if we want to head down the mountain, I suggest we figure out how to leave this place before whatever did this,” he gestured to the black scarred buildings around the area, “comes back to deal with this force of… whatever the Hell we are.”

Etzer was already looking for a distraction as his one hand kept a palm on the white scales around his neck. The sign of other wildlife in the form of this determined badger reassured him that there was a possibility of finding him. Vakir wasn’t here, which meant he might’ve been somewhere else. However, he felt exposed. Unlike everyone else – the lack of the drake’s cold blood felt like he was missing a shield, or walking into a battle alone. His whole body was tense like a bowstring. The Pale Lady was beyond his wheelhouse. Hell, standing again in the world of the living was more than his comprehension of how this stuff works. Then again, his knowledge for this kind of thing had never been the best.

Not a lot of time to explain the Light and the Darkness in a world of wild nature and constructed war.

“I’m not the biggest fan of leaving the mountains behind, but I’m not one to argue with some divine entity, nor her champion,” he sighed, bouncing on his feet in an attempt to relieve some of his tension, “so, once everyone’s adjusted we should get going!”
@Sightseer As a living animal naturally Etzer has to become good friends with Sir Thomas and I'm excited about those interactions.
Etzer


A tunnel of endless memories, a war won over and over and over… Then it all swung into focus like the motion of a sword through the sky. Etzer's eyes snapped open from a sleep he considered eternal as his whole body lurched forward. A hand reached for the place over his chest where an Emperor had struck him dead…

… and now he was here. His surroundings snapped into focus. These were not the mountains he once called home, but he was struck immediately with a scent like fire – something ugly and toxic that filled his lungs. Etzer let instinct take over before all else as one foot pressed against the ground and took him to his feet.

“Selene…” And the spear flashed to his hands.

His body moved before his mind as familiar actions came into play. A hand brushed the dead dirt and the slightest magic that he understood was enough to convince him that something was off. He couldn’t even stop himself from getting to his feet before he noticed the figure standing before him. Her red hair blowing in a wind devoid of life as the blade in her hand called to his vaguest understanding of history.

She was important, once. A great title thrust upon this woman he seemed to remember, yet… wasn’t she long dead?

Then again, as he looked around the group, he supposed they all were. With a shake of his head, his eyes turned to the place around them. It was hauntingly familiar to witness a village ravaged, and life snuffed from it likely without its citizens having knowledge of what occurred. This bitter winter had fallen on this place like someone clearing the table after a game of chess, yet this cold seemed far worse than the winter with which he was familiar.

Speaking of…

“Vakir? Are you here? Can you hear me, dear friend?” He said, shouting despite himself.

A hand curled around the shaft of his spear reflexively as the other clutched at the amulet around his neck. He waited – yearning for that iron voice to slash through his doubts and worries.

Then there was none.

His heart sank – not even pleased with the second chance at life in this world devoid of hope. With this other group of people here, however, showing weakness was a terrible sign.

His father had always said that it was important to show the best of yourself in a regiment, or the loss of morale could shatter the group entirely.

But, who was he without that drake?

“This place… I don’t recognize it,” he said aloud next, glossing over his previous outburst, “What kind of monstrosity could have caused such damage, and what does that Pale Lady expect us to do about it?”

There was a chill in the air. Even though the heavy fabrics that seemed to have followed him through the fades of Death didn’t seem enough to protect him from the chill. He jammed his lance into the ground next to him and started readjusting any button he could find on his thick hide clothing before turning back to the woman where she stood.

With a deep breath, he stepped towards her, and towards the charcoaled building barely standing within vision, “Do you have any sense of where we need to go?”
@Lyla Just clarifying, if we're approved are we cleared to post in the IC?
In classic FF fashion I foresee a solid friendship forming between the paladin and the dragoon. 😛
The spreadsheet makes me glad I got in early. XD
Look at us go, all making a balanced party of adventurers. I love all these Cs's.
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