Murdock had always been a carefree being. Some might feel it was an enviable trait, to be able to immerse oneself in a world exclusive to your mind and shelter yourself from outside events. At times, it could be a blessing. But then, it could also be a curse.
It had been years since he had felt properly grounded, as if his feet could never stop moving and his heart could never stop following it. He felt lost, as if he didn’t know where to turn, and helpless, as if the path of his life had already been carved and he was merely a passenger on whatever ride it chose to take him on. Since he had left his family in the Edge, he had been a wanderer. He had become an outcast once more, forgotten and unseen.
Only the ties he had to his new family, to Chernobyl and their young son, had helped him to hold onto what few fragments of sanity he had left. He felt chained to Helovia, though some restless voice in his mind coaxed him away from any sense of familiarity and sent him on some wild goose chase looking for something that he could not even name nor identify. He had failed as a warrior and a General. He had failed as a friend and as a father. He had let his mind lead him astray and now he felt he was too unattached to ever be tied down again.
He had seen few faces as he drifted about lands he used to know. Only in the times he returned to care for his family did he know voices other than the ones that spoke in his head. He loved them with all of his broken and confused heart, but his need to belong to a greater purpose had led him astray. And now it had tossed him fully and carelessly into the fire.
An early morning stroll had been cut short by disaster, as dark mists swelled about him and dragged him deep into the twisted marsh as if he had lost all control over his mind and body. He had been so cut off, so sheltered from the outside world that he had heard nothing of this ‘Kaos’, this new and terrible threat to their lands and their lives. Everything had happened so fast then, and in his dazed state, all that he could remember were screams of terror and pain amidst flashes of blue light. Faces, both known and unknown swirled in his mind. Chaos surrounded him. And then suddenly, it ceased.
The portal had pulled him in and hurled him into this new world. Both vibrant colours and the most featureless darkness seemed to fill his vision at once, and suddenly, the altar, the faces, the bleeding bodies, were gone. A giant fist seemed to wrap itself about his body, wringing him out and squeezing until the pain became almost unbearable. He slipped out of consciousness, as if falling into a deep and dazed slumber, only to awake as his body fell heavily onto the damp, leaf-strewn earth.
An unnerving silence swallowed him then, drowning him in it as he lay curled beneath the shelter of his wings. He felt more awake, more alert than he had in months, as if the sudden shock had returned him to his senses. He was afraid to open his eyes and see what lay around him, for fear it would be worse than the scene that had surrounded the altar. The air had a strange and unfamiliar scent, unlike anything he had encountered before. Only the occasional pat of a raindrop interrupted the stillness of the air. Finally, curiosity could hold him back no longer.
He lifted his head to look around himself, grimacing at the pain and tension in his neck as his muscles tightened. He lay in the shelter of a small but empty grove. The tree trunks that formed a wall about him were dark and slick from rain, only faintly lit by a hint of moonlight and the dim, flickering glow of the markings across his body. Panic began to well up in him at once. Where was everyone? This was not home. This was not Helovia. Where am I?
"talk talk talk"
Magics:
(SAFE)
Personal Space: (TimexLight) The ability to create an illusionary place where the caster decides how fast the time flows, and can bring a set number of others into the space. Ex, a grove where time moves with half the speed of normal time, allowing for conversation, time to heal, etc. Very taxing, cannot be maintained forever. Requires a lot of focus and energy. Can only last for 3 posts; 30 seconds in battle.
Enchanted items:
None
Rift-god / Kaos items:
None
Amulets:
None
Companion/s:
None
Mutation:
None
Species change (if applicable):
None
Requests:
None
Lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly,
Touch the moon up in the sky
You are in the Rift, a place between worlds, a fold in dimensions—a place of broken dreams, lost hopes, unsaid words, unrealized potential.. a lot of un things: unfinished, undiscovered. A convergence of power flows, a place so powerful it is almost—almost—an entity in its own right. It is a place starved of its blood, its hearts, growing thin and numb and hollow.
But you, and your kind. You are here to save it. And that's why you're cast into a world heavy with rain, where the shadows have eyes, and the lightning sometimes looks sickly green instead of pristine white. Thunder claps in the distance, and the raindrops sing against the leaves.
The Portal
