Crash Landing It's easy to celebrate to soon. That's the lesson Vrenille is going to take from this mess: don't celebrate too soon. Because less than two days ago he was listening to a certain Commander declare victory in the fight against Balthazar before the people of Amnoon, touting success in killing the rogue God of War. Not two days ago, the city Vrenille had been in was one big open air party, which was definitely not the apocalypse.
Then the brandstorm came. (Turns out there are some consequences when you hand an elder dragon the power of a god.)
It wouldn't really be possible to talk about a normal brandstorm nor to differentiate it from an "abnormal" one. Not amidst all the chaos and the wyverns, the dragon lieutenants and the rain of purple crystals hurling through the sky. Certainly red didn't really fit in with the general color scheme though.
All Vrenille really knows for sure is that one moment he was scrambling along with a group of refugees, trying to point them to safety and to smash as many branding crystals as he could manage along the way. He had allies with him, a sense of their places in the battle. And then he dodged the strike of an elemental, saw the shimmer of a strange red glow, felt his body contort impossibly as if someone had just turned him inside out like a glove...and now has stumbled, reeling, onto the beach.
Dizzy, he staggers, knees hitting the sand. He's dressed for the heat of the desert and the water here is cold enough to sting like needles as it laps up over his legs. He can't think about that now though, because even through the shock of his arrival there's still the inevitable panic: Where the hell are his comrades?? Are they safe? Are they here? Are they dead? ...Is he dead?
"Kyinnlen?" He pushes himself up, ignoring how he's shivering as he spins round to try and find his friends. Pretty soon he's just shouting their names. "Sesyria! Hakkyuu?!"
Power Problems A few days in, Vrenille is adjusting. He's not doing great but he's adjusting, trying to refocus all his worried energy into the idea that what he does here should--will, he resolutely tells himself--ultimately save the people he loves. He can work with that. Things are (kind of) ok.
Or so he thinks right up to the point where everything's going a bit wonky: he wanders bleary-eyed into the kitchen one morning, makes himself a nice cup of tea, and then accidentally knocks the milk over because he can't see his own hand.
He does know how to cast invisibility spells. The invisibility part itself isn't the problem (under regular circumstances, that is, when he knows that it's coming and can usually see through his own illusion so as not to lose track of where he's putting his limbs). The fact that he didn't intend to do it is the problem. A few seconds later, it passes though, and he chalks it up to an odd glitch, has his breakfast, and goes out to start his day.
Unfortunately, he hasn't noticed that it's happened again as he's stepping out the door and rounding the corner. He doesn't notice anything at all, in fact, until someone walking the other way runs unceremoniously smack into him with a solid thud. Can't really blame them though, since no part of him is visible, not even his clothes or his shoes.
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Vrenille | Guild Wars 2 (OC)
It's easy to celebrate to soon. That's the lesson Vrenille is going to take from this mess: don't celebrate too soon. Because less than two days ago he was listening to a certain Commander declare victory in the fight against Balthazar before the people of Amnoon, touting success in killing the rogue God of War. Not two days ago, the city Vrenille had been in was one big open air party, which was definitely not the apocalypse.
Then the brandstorm came. (Turns out there are some consequences when you hand an elder dragon the power of a god.)
It wouldn't really be possible to talk about a normal brandstorm nor to differentiate it from an "abnormal" one. Not amidst all the chaos and the wyverns, the dragon lieutenants and the rain of purple crystals hurling through the sky. Certainly red didn't really fit in with the general color scheme though.
All Vrenille really knows for sure is that one moment he was scrambling along with a group of refugees, trying to point them to safety and to smash as many branding crystals as he could manage along the way. He had allies with him, a sense of their places in the battle. And then he dodged the strike of an elemental, saw the shimmer of a strange red glow, felt his body contort impossibly as if someone had just turned him inside out like a glove...and now has stumbled, reeling, onto the beach.
Dizzy, he staggers, knees hitting the sand. He's dressed for the heat of the desert and the water here is cold enough to sting like needles as it laps up over his legs. He can't think about that now though, because even through the shock of his arrival there's still the inevitable panic: Where the hell are his comrades?? Are they safe? Are they here? Are they dead? ...Is he dead?
"Kyinnlen?" He pushes himself up, ignoring how he's shivering as he spins round to try and find his friends. Pretty soon he's just shouting their names. "Sesyria! Hakkyuu?!"
Power Problems
A few days in, Vrenille is adjusting. He's not doing great but he's adjusting, trying to refocus all his worried energy into the idea that what he does here should--will, he resolutely tells himself--ultimately save the people he loves. He can work with that. Things are (kind of) ok.
Or so he thinks right up to the point where everything's going a bit wonky: he wanders bleary-eyed into the kitchen one morning, makes himself a nice cup of tea, and then accidentally knocks the milk over because he can't see his own hand.
He does know how to cast invisibility spells. The invisibility part itself isn't the problem (under regular circumstances, that is, when he knows that it's coming and can usually see through his own illusion so as not to lose track of where he's putting his limbs). The fact that he didn't intend to do it is the problem. A few seconds later, it passes though, and he chalks it up to an odd glitch, has his breakfast, and goes out to start his day.
Unfortunately, he hasn't noticed that it's happened again as he's stepping out the door and rounding the corner. He doesn't notice anything at all, in fact, until someone walking the other way runs unceremoniously smack into him with a solid thud. Can't really blame them though, since no part of him is visible, not even his clothes or his shoes.
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