Cut A New Path 
Searing 36th, 122nd Year, A.o.S.
Light had enveloped them once again when they'd stepped beyond the portal, and for a moment he felt the gravity around him flip before the lights soon faded. He hated portal magic. Even if this didn't bother his gut the sheer idea was enough to stiffen his shoulders, while he clenched in what he might've expected to be a rough landing. Yet nothing. Just the sound of a world in chaos once more, a sure tell warning to open his eyes, to bear witness the scene unfolding around him and Dante. The whole damn Knob was a wasteland of ruin now, and people were scrambling through the rubble.
Sunsingers slaughtered another abomination of the mists, while others searched throughout the structural debris for any survivors. The immediate storms were now gone but clearly, bodies of the miasmic mist still lingered throughout the reaches of the city. It was a godawful nightmare, one that Rickter hadn't thought he'd wake up in again. The wolf checked above to see that the rift still lingered there, quietly shimmering like a crack in the sky like a bad omen. The sun was out though so it was somewhere late in the morning, and with a simply spun anchor within his fists, the wolf weaved out a barrier dome that warded against their particular enemies.
Already a large creature coated in fingers was wiggling onto the outer surface of the barrier, the brilliance of the Northern Lights burned at the skin of the creature, preventing it from entering any further as it emitted a ghastly hiss to the pair. Without even looking away from Dante the wolf pointed his fist outward toward the creature, and with the flex of his fingers, exerted a Push current into the Flux that sent the creature sprawling back. "We need to get to the Imperium." He hadn't any idea how much time he'd lost here already, just simply by returning to the mortal realm. However, he did know one thing, and that was where the closest trainyard was just beyond the Grungeworks.
"I can think of a way to get us there, but we'll have to make a break for it through these bastards first." Rickter's eyes narrowed at the scene still unfolding, the Sunsingers moving on to cut down their next set of beasts, while the wolf felt a feeling as though somebody walked over his grave. "Ah shit..."
"How the hell are you still breathing?" Alistor's tone was impartial but Rickter knew for certain he was aggravated, not withstanding the minor lack of concern in his tone just now. Regardless, the wolf cleared his throat and turned to gaze at the ghostly knight as if he stood, right there, between him and the Vampyre. "I felt no connection for a time. What happened?"
"Don't take this the wrong way, Dante, but there's a literal fuckin' ghost right here. Only I can see him, but I promise... I'm not crazy." Rickter about blushed at the thought of that, considering how relevant crazy seemed to be in these sorts of situations.
Sunsingers slaughtered another abomination of the mists, while others searched throughout the structural debris for any survivors. The immediate storms were now gone but clearly, bodies of the miasmic mist still lingered throughout the reaches of the city. It was a godawful nightmare, one that Rickter hadn't thought he'd wake up in again. The wolf checked above to see that the rift still lingered there, quietly shimmering like a crack in the sky like a bad omen. The sun was out though so it was somewhere late in the morning, and with a simply spun anchor within his fists, the wolf weaved out a barrier dome that warded against their particular enemies.
Already a large creature coated in fingers was wiggling onto the outer surface of the barrier, the brilliance of the Northern Lights burned at the skin of the creature, preventing it from entering any further as it emitted a ghastly hiss to the pair. Without even looking away from Dante the wolf pointed his fist outward toward the creature, and with the flex of his fingers, exerted a Push current into the Flux that sent the creature sprawling back. "We need to get to the Imperium." He hadn't any idea how much time he'd lost here already, just simply by returning to the mortal realm. However, he did know one thing, and that was where the closest trainyard was just beyond the Grungeworks.
"I can think of a way to get us there, but we'll have to make a break for it through these bastards first." Rickter's eyes narrowed at the scene still unfolding, the Sunsingers moving on to cut down their next set of beasts, while the wolf felt a feeling as though somebody walked over his grave. "Ah shit..."
"How the hell are you still breathing?" Alistor's tone was impartial but Rickter knew for certain he was aggravated, not withstanding the minor lack of concern in his tone just now. Regardless, the wolf cleared his throat and turned to gaze at the ghostly knight as if he stood, right there, between him and the Vampyre. "I felt no connection for a time. What happened?"
"Don't take this the wrong way, Dante, but there's a literal fuckin' ghost right here. Only I can see him, but I promise... I'm not crazy." Rickter about blushed at the thought of that, considering how relevant crazy seemed to be in these sorts of situations.
"Common" "Synskrit" "Norvaegan"
"Rickter" "Alistor"
"Rickter" "Alistor"
"Every side attacks you when you don't pick sides."
