PLEROMA | VOICE, ALSO FORWARD DATED TO AROUND THEN

[coerthantorment]

[Estinien still isn't sure how he feels about this method of communication, but now that it seems like something may be on the horizon, he'll sacrifice his mental well-being to get it done. He pushes inexpertly into the psychic realm, reaching out to all of those touched by the Pleroma.

It comes through roughly like his voice, but with a persistent sense of wary anticipation tinging it.]

Hail. This is Estinien Wyrmblood... with any luck, I have been able to reach you.

My dreams have been plagued by queer echoes of the selfsame vision we all had upon our arrival. It feels as if the shrines are once again stirring, and that more lost souls have fallen within their hold. If so, we can be sure that the Regent and their new thralls will one more move to claim the victims as prisoners.

We cannot allow this to happen. This time, I plan to meet the Kenoma's forces head-on, challenging them for the strategic positions around the shrines they took for granted last time. I know that not all of us have the training or abilities required to fight against such odds, but for those that do, I implore you to join me. 'Tis possible that we can spare these new arrivals the same dire fate.

Regardless of whether you join me on the field, I would find great value in knowing everything you can offer concerning the nature of the Kenoma's Aion forces. I fought a handful of them in the caverns, but many more escaped my focus.

For those that will lend their strength, but who have gone to the city... it is now within our power to guide you to our more secure location. There are those we can confer here that will help us plan our best way forward.

[At this point, he will let his message drift. Compiling information and threadjacking are very much welcomed! We are shamelessly ripping off the Kenoma here.]

Comments

[bearshermark]

..Echoes of it, I guess you could say. I could commune with Yggdrasil's roots in Erdrea, but here, ever since that drink at the festival, I've been able to listen to all of them.

[And it's clear by how he speaks of it that that connection has soothed something in him. Though he hesitates, a feeling of being on the brink of saying something, then letting it go]

Ah, but- I don't really know about souvenirs. If you'd really like, I'd enjoy sharing a meal and a drink sometime.

[inutilis]

[ it is times like these Abel feels small and humble (in a good way); reminders his world and everything he knows is such a small piece of the over-arching puzzle puts things into perspective in a big way. ]

Ah-- so, hold on just a moment... you are able to commune with the spirits in the forest?

[bearshermark]

..The spirits of trees and plants within it, yes.

[inutilis]

Really! That... that's amazing, Mr. Eleven-- I had no idea such a thing were even possible...!

[ it's straight out of a fairy tale, honestly. he's fanboying a little, ]

...What is it that they say?

[bearshermark]

[There's a rush of (pleased) self-consciousness going on suddenly]

A-ah, well, it isn't as though I've had a chance to commune with every plant in the forest, but I've tried many of the trees. The ancient ones and their emotions are difficult to parse, but what I do know is that the forest seems healthy and it all breathes contentment.

[inutilis]

It sounds... peaceful.

[ communing with something ancient, a force of nature-- it definitely sounds like a unique and calming experience. it fits Eleven, Abel thinks. ]

Does it feel much different than it had at home? Using your abilities?

[bearshermark]

It's different. Yggdrasil would show me visions when I communed with Her roots. It wasn't like this really.

[inutilis]

It seems like all of us have a lot of getting used to, but... I didn't think about things like this.

Is it strange, how different it is?

[bearshermark]

Somewhat. It feels like I've been ignorant of such things up until now.

[inutilis]

It's a learning curve for everyone, and I feel we've only touched the surface!

[ it's a bit overwhelming sometimes, isn't it? ]

But I'm really impressed... being able to talk to the woods-- that really is something else, Mr. Eleven. I wonder if you might be able to hone this skill with time? There is probably no more patient an observer than nature, and it could tell you a great deal, I bet!

[bearshermark]

[It's a strange thing, but he's pleased someone sees value in it]

You're likely right. I may make a habit of it in the mornings.

[inutilis]

Let me know how it goes, alright? We're all in this for the long haul it seems, and we should stick together as much as we can... maybe you can tell me about it over something delicious! Tell me, do you have a sweet tooth?

[bearshermark]

[Eleven laughs shortly. The last person this adamant to befriend him had been Sylvando]

Not as much as some, though I used to. Still, I appreciate them well enough.

[inutilis]

Hm, hm... more of a savory sort of person? I'll have to keep this in mind when I go looking for something that'll hold up long enough to make it to Greentruth...

[ yes, it's vitally important that he feed his buddy here. IMPERATIVE. ]

--Ah, but... could you do me a favor if it isn't too much trouble?

[bearshermark]

Of course. I will do anything in my power to grant.

[inutilis]

Find something sweet for me over there, alright? A new world means tasting all the wonderful flavors I've never had before, and they say things taste better in good company, mm~?

[bearshermark]

[An amused breath]

It holds true enough in my experience. They have a great variety of spice here, it seems. Such things are rare and valuable in Erdrea.

Would fruit serve, or are you looking for something sweeter?

[inutilis]

Ah, fruit is perfect! Especially a fruit I've never had before... I wonder if fruits are the same across worlds?

Say, Mr. Eleven-- find me something you find delicious! I'll leave my culinary delight in your capable hands!

[bearshermark]

[Well that's something he doesn't feel entirely qualified to do, but]

I'll try to.

And ah, you can just use my name. We're friends, after all.

[Or, well, they are now]

[inutilis]

[ a-ah.... he used the 'f' word (affectionate), ]

...Right! R-right... just Eleven! Got it! [ enjoy this soft, subtle pulse of something Pleased and Warm. Friends...... ]

Then... I'm going to hold you to our little date, alright? [ 'date,' he says.... it's a bro date, bro's are allowed to do these things. Eleven just said they're friends, okay?! TOTALLY within bounds!! ] --I'm looking forward to it! We'll find a good time and make it happen, so please take care 'til then, alright?

[bearshermark]

[Date? Well, he supposes. He'll roll with it. Sylvando was very friendly himself]

Yes. I look forward to sharing a drink with you as well. I hope we'll be able to manage it soon.

[inutilis]

[ thank goodness Eleven is desensitized to this, ]

Perfect~! Alright then, it's set in stone! We'll be seeing each other soon!

Please give my regards to those in Greentruth, okay?

[bearshermark]

[There’s a pulse of warmth and gratitude; it finally feels like he’s made a friend he hasn’t lost to Kenoma]

Yes, of course.