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

[salvageable]

[ Excuse me, what were those first two—

He can't shake his restlessness from this stupid connection. Not only had she bested him in combat, she'd also just. Seen him at one of his lowest points and had gone so far as to draw it out even more. Like, who does that?

But... together... does have an okay ring to it. And he did say he'd go with Abel to keep him safe. ]

If that's where you've decided on, then okay. I'll go with you.

[ Hey, maybe she won't even be there. ]

[inutilis]

[ n-nothing haha dw about it? dw, ]

I have. Talking it out with you helped me come to a peace of mind about it, so-- that's what we'll do, alright?

[ he sounds surprisingly confident!! ]

Long as you're up for it, of course-- you could always help with teleporting and that sort of thing instead, Mr. Dokja?

[ does Dokja want an out...... how much is he Scared, ]

[salvageable]

[ Just promise him she won't make him go down on his knees again, Abel.

Also share a little bit of that confidence please. ]

No, it's fine. There's no reason for me not to give it my all.

[ Especially when Abel is going to be out there!! Potentially doing stupid things!! Might as well have two idiots doing stupid things together so that way it'll cancel out. ]

[inutilis]

[ sure bro np, he'll make sure you don't end up on your knees this time around. ...alone, ]

You know, you didn't sound especially sure of yourself before... is it possible that my being there is giving you strength~?

[ can he feel the Smug Satisfaction coming down the communion line, ]

[salvageable]

[ bruh ]

Wow, how terribly shameless of you.

[ The smug satisfaction is being read loud and clear. Here's a withering sort of disbelief in return.

It's not a no, though. ]

[inutilis]

[ the Smug Satisfaction is joined by something else... hm 🤔 ]

Dokja~? Just so you know, you give me strength too.

[ gross. it's Friendship and warm, disgustingly fuzzy feelings of camaraderie. ]

I don't like being alone, you know? So please stick by my side and I'll make sure to bring you back safe and sound~! I'm getting quite good at using those teleporting spells in a pinch!

[salvageable]

[ FINDS ABEL JUST TO PUKE ON HIM ]

[inutilis]

[ excuse you, sir, are you allergic to FEELINGS?? ]

...H-hello? Dokjaaaa. Mr. Dokja, are you there...?

[salvageable]

[ N... NO!!!!

He is never going to psychologically recover from this. ]

I'm here.

[ Feeling sick to his stomach, tbh. ]

I'll see you when we start heading out.

[ GOOD BYE!!! ]

[inutilis]

Oh? Oh, alright then~! Meet me by that building that looks like of like a bagel on the outskirts of the city on the east side, okay? Later!