sixwordstories | (no subject)

Somewhere new. You needn't panic. [Yet.]

I can see that. I asked where I am. And who're you?

The name of this world is unknown to me. [And he doesn't seem to be eager to solve that mystery.] Men have many names for me.

I'm not what you usually consider a "man". I'm one of the aasimars. It seems we're both as lost in any case.

What is an...Aasimar? [He keeps a careful distance, body held with supreme stillness.]

I'm of celestial ancestry. Not quite human, not quite celestial. My parents were humans but somewhere upstream my bloodline someone had an encounter with a celestial or Otherwordly being. As such it has passed down to me. Judging from your earlier response I assume you aren't human either?

Your ancestor was from the sky? [He has respect for that lineage. It comes mainly from his instincts as he knows very little about human theology.] I wasn't. A spell gave me this body.

I was... [What word do the humans use?] ...a stag. A hart.

I believe you could say that yes. I'm not personally aware how far back my ancestry goes. Far enough for my blood to still be potent enough. The priests may have a better understanding than me.

A stag? As in the animal? [He raises a curious eyebrow] I haven't heard of such a spell before. But I'm no wizard. I'm a fighter, a soldier.

Edited 2016-04-26 09:47 (UTC)

[Oh.

Someone's got Pandora's full, curious attention.] London. Well. Broadly.

London... I'm not familiar with that town. [He glances around and tries to catch his bearing, his hair shining like metal in the sun.] I'm sure I wasn't close to any town named that just seconds ago...

It's a metropolis. Located in Britain. Which is part of the U.K.

[Her ink-dark eyes follow the glint, and her gloved hands itch to make sense of him.] Did you take the wrong Door?

I'm sorry but neither of those rings any bells.

Wrong door? It was more of a collapsing portal. [Pandora may also notice that he's wearing an atire typical for the dark ages, with his scale armor, shield and glistering longsword.]

Edited 2016-04-26 13:44 (UTC)

[The clothing isn't quite as curious as he is. The coloring of him, both physical and ethereal.]

Sounds like a Door to me.

It's called portals where I'm from. Portals to different realms and places. In this case it was suspected to go to the nether realm. So we was going to close it. But it... collapsed. Something went wrong.

And now I'm here.

Mmm. I am not certain what the laws and customs of warfare are where you come from, but here a prisoner is obliged to answer questions, not have them answered.

Now then. What are you? I can feel that you are not human, but neither are you one of my people.

[Eran narrowed his eyes and gave the man in front of him a disobidient glare. Spending the day as a prisoner had not been in his plan. He wasn't sure what war he was refrencing to was. He didn't recognise any familair banners and the person was hardly an Orc. Then again, Orcs weren't know for their interigation techniques. Better play it safe regardless.]

I'm one of the aasimars. I heir from Whitefield and serve under his lord Tegan, and in extent his majesty Nicholas Xain IV.

[Short, precise and delivered in a monotone tone.]

Edited 2016-04-27 10:35 (UTC)

[Exodus meets the glare staring him down coolly, without blinking. This has not been the first time he has interrogated a prisoner and it won't be the last. But it is the first time an intruder has breached Avalon's defenses, teleporting into their midst seemingly without even trying. How this being did that, is what he wants to know.]

You are a long way from home, aasimar. The only lord we recognize here on Avalon is the great Lord Magneto, and I am his voice.

[There is a note of finality, as though his authority is beyond challenge. Here, it is. But he was a soldier once, and he recognizes one when he sees one.]

Tell me your name, aasimar, and your title should you have one.

[He isn't backing down either. He can recognise a person in power when he sees one. However he has no liege to this lord of his and he's starting to take somewhat of a disike to him. But he have to watch his steps. He's still not much more than a trainee.

Well at least he knows where he is now, even if it doesn't ring a bell. Not in enemy territory at least.]

I do not have a title. But my name is Eran.

Edited 2016-04-28 06:46 (UTC)

[This one is either brave or foolish. Perhaps both. He considers a show of power, something to show the prisoner exactly what kind of man he is dealing with. But he has been cooperative so far, at least as much as a captured soldier can be expected to be.

He listens intently, staring the other man down for any trace of a lie. He finds none.]

Eran. Good. I am Exodus, Eran, named for the role that I serve for my people. You are not one of my people, but you will find I now serve that role to you as well, for the only hope you have of leaving this room is through me.

Now. Why are you here, Eran? Were you sent here by your liege?

That much I've figured out.

[He crosses his arms across his chest, sapphire eyes observing intensely. He get the feeling thus man might be experienced in the arcane arts, considering that name of his.]

I was sent to investigate and shut down a portal. It collapsed and then I found myself here. I do not know if it was intentional or not but I lean against the later. I don't know what my lord's relation is to yours. That's all I can say.

Edited 2016-05-01 08:43 (UTC)