paixaorpg | Out of the Darkness [Complete]

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Out of the Darkness [Complete]

Character(s): Illidan Stormrage, Seymour Guado, anyone else who'd love to help a blind man?
Content: Entering the city.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: Blind Elf-man? Also, length. ><;

Darkness had been a constant companion over the past 5000 years as Illidan brooded, locked away beneath Mt. Hyjal, a prisoner of his own people. It was cold and encompassing, disaffected and dispassionate. It did nothing to soothe the anger the Night Elf felt toward his druid brother, Malfurion. But at the moment, Malfurion was the least of his concerns.

Sunlight washed across Illidan's face, warming features that had grown accustomed to the cold. It was a strange sensation, made even stranger by the fact that his sight glowed with the sun's radiance. There was a breeze here, and he could hear the moving water of a stream or river. Given everything he had at hand, Illidan was more than certain that he was no longer imprisoned beneath Mt. Hyjal. It begged the question of how he had gotten out, and who had released him. However, if anyone had released him, surely they would have said something by now.

Voices drifted to him from the distance and Illidan cocked his head to the side, ears twitching as he judged the distance between them and the direction in which the people were. He followed the sound, taking care as he moved. Old habits died hard, even after so many millenia of imprisonment, and Illidan utilized his sorcery to light up his surroundings and give him a basic sense of where things were located around him. Ahead was a line of people, all humans if his sense was right, and despite himself, he joined the queue, towering over the humans' relatively short heights. It would just be easier to follow them than to wander on his own. Besides, there seemed to be some domed structure up ahead.

The line was obviously shorter than he had considered, as he had been stopped by a gentle hand on his arm.

"Welcome to Paixao!" The voice came from the right and below, obviously another human. The language had to be Common, because Illidan was sure the humans had never learned Darnassian.

"Paixao?" the Night Elf repeated questioningly, raising a long eyebrow. He had never heard of such a place, and while his travels in the past had been limited to the continent of Kalimdor, he was sure that there was no place like it on Azeroth. What was going on here?

"Yes. May I get your name please?"

Illidan looked down at the human. "Illidan Stormrage."

"Alright, Mr. Stormrage. Just give me a second here..." After a moment, he could hear rustling coming from nearby before the human returned, pressing a cold metal... object... into his hand. "That is your journal. It has enhanced speech capabilities to read to you anything that someone else types."

Illidan felt the human grab his arm and pull him toward the domes. "I can manage from here," the Night Elf pointed out.

"Oh... Enjoy your stay, then!" Illidan entered through the massive gate and into the domed city, seeking out the nearest bench in order to sit down and figure out what had just happened.

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Given the general nature of Paixao, it was hardly surprising to Seymour that he found himself in the vicinity of one of the gates again. It was one of the most convenient ways to find new people - not that he was looking for anyone, of course. But it never hurt to see who else had escaped to find death in this strange place.

Besides, it was a maester's duty to help where he could, and he saw no real reason to let a simple thing like death stop that. It was a way to temporarily relieve people of the suffering before releasing them from the pain of their life, after all. It was better for them. And so, he would help, for the time being.

Illidan was certainly surprised to find the strange device talking to him, and with two different voices! He actually ended up dropping the thing, and had to feel around for a moment to find it. Both of these voices were quick to note that they were talking through their own devices, and the Night Elf was sure that there must be some magic behind this thing, for them to hear him at all. If it was there, though, he had yet to find it.

A glimmer in the corner of his eye caught Illidan's attention and he turned to get a better look at that which was glittering in his magic sight. A connection to something, he could see, much like the one the Druids had with Cenarius and the Green Dragonflight... At least it gave him something to focus on, a person to focus on. Almost everyone around here so far seemed entirely too mundane, and therefore invisible to his senses.

"Hail, friend!" Illidan called to Seymour. He wasn't the most talkative of people, but silence wasn't going to help him out here. He could only hope that the man heard him and his greeting.

Cutting across the captive drafts of the domed sky, Rozalin made her way across the city with relative comfort and ease. She had been once introduced to the train-ways of the city, but found them far too restrictive and stuck to walking most the time, except today. Today, Rozalin needed not only expedience, but a proper vantage point.

If you had asked, You would've been told that Rozalin was searching for service, minions, vassals, help -whatever you choose to call it.

Which would be mostly true, but she was more so searching for one specific servant, one who didn't like being called as such, but was now indebted into her service. She knew Adell was in the city, but didn't know where and she saw fit to go seek him out, but not really, she was just looking

Excuse on hand, Rozalin was coursing the shallow sky, idly watching for red hair or anything else that might catch her royal eye. Which she found, not red hair -mind- but something that caught her eye, a tall...VERY tall, dark and muscular man. He was talking with another quite obviously non-native man, but it was the dark hued man who held her attention captive.
He carried such an air of strength that the demon princess found herself completely compelled to give pause and take a moment to observe the two from a distance.

He looked, Rozalin mused, much like she would imagine her father after his great and valiant victory over his hundred...
Why, it occurred to the princess, he was probably perfect vassal material.

Assuming she was out of sight, the princess hid, little knowing that the seal she wore on her hand and soul shone like a beacon with the magic it conducted.

Well now, this was interesting. A newcomer to the city, and one who was appeared to blind as well? Another suffering soul, and one who was more obviously suffering then the rest. He'd make sure that when he had enough power in hand to release all those her from their suffering that this man would be among the first to go - he'd suffered long enough already.

"Greetings to you as well," he answered, offering a slight bow to Illidan. "I would assume that you are new to this city?"

There was another glimmer, a strong one, that caught Illidan's eye from where he sat. It took the shape of a girl, one hiding by the looks of things, and he was puzzled by the magic that overlaid her aura--a binding, by the look of things.

"You would be correct in your assumption," Illidan replied. He reached out carefully with his magic, allowing it to wash over Seymour in a controlled manner so that the man would appear before his otherwise blind eyes. Their glow brightened slightly, responding to the magic he used. If Seymour noticed his actions, he would apologise. It had been his experience that most were not aware of the arcane energies that flowed around them, and Illidan had, for a long time now, utilized that to his advantage.

"Perhaps we should invite the young miss to join us? It seems rude to leave her out." He had focused on Rozalin and her location, watching her and her movement to see what she would do.

As said before, Rozalin had been hiding, at a distance which she had felt was beyond the normal scope of casual vision. Sadly, that also put her just along the threshold of normal hearing and she wasn't picking up everything. Though she caught the part in reference to herself or so she assumed, with near perfect clarity.

The princess put her hand to her head in contemplation, she was the only young miss she knew was around, but she was also well hidden and should not be so immediately apparent. Things weren't looking well, but what did she have to hide? Even if such a statement weren't made in reference to her, all references to young misses and beauty would be required to be about her soon enough.

Rozalin stood from her post, assumed a stance of grandeur and began casually, though authoritatively, striding towards the pair of gentlemen.

If Seymour noticed the magic washing over him, he certainly made no comment about it. After all, he couldn't exactly die again so he had a good deal less to worry about on that front.

"I see no reason that we shouldn't." Just one more person who would eventually know death. And in the meantime he had no qualms with being perfectly polite. After all, it was expected of him back on Spira and a new world was no reason to change that.

Illidan watched Rozalin. It was almost impossible for him not to, with how she lit up in his magic sight. Her movements were as clear to him as they would be to a man with sight. Her demeanor didn't go unnoticed, either. Such a bearing would be hard to miss.

"Mmmh," Illidan commented. His device seemed to have silenced its speaking, and the Night Elf was perfectly fine with that. "Young miss, would you care to join us?"

As the demoness approached the two men and the draining distance between them brought their figures into more detailed view, Rozalin was oddly shocked to find the man how had garnered her attention was, in fact, not wearing a bandanna but a blindfold. It struck her with another pang of curiosity that occupied her mind heavily enough that she hadn't noticed that she could probably stop walking with such dominance to impress someone who couldn't see it.

Fortunate though that she had forgotten, since to the elf, Rozalin's form likely appeared with a shocking clarity. The four-clover seal, currently invisible to the human eye, wrapped up her right arm, budding from her hand's seat at her hip and vining up in a contoured cage around her chest. The rest of her body had a thin spiderweb skein of magic produced by the seal to ensure the captivity of her tenacious soul.

Not forgetting the other gentleman, Rozalin made note of him while approaching, his robe seemed somewhat like the garb of a Skull, but the open chest reminded her more of the lunatic they had met before her arrival in Paixao...
Putting aside uncomfortable thoughts of madmen, Rozalin brought her attention back to the present.

"Yes, I beleive I would" Rozalin replied as she joined the two gentlemen with a polite but subtle bowed greeting, "I think I would appreciate the company, I lost most my vassalage when drawn here and I haven't had any real conversation since. Now, what was it you two were talking about?"

Vassalage? So the young woman would claim to power then, or to its trappings. Interesting. Maybe she could be of some use. And if it proved not, then she would simply be another person to release from her suffering. Not that he showed anything of those sentiments on the outside instead smiling politely and offering a slight bow in return.

"We had no more than exchanged greetings," he answered. "Is there anything you would wish to speak of?"

Illidan continued to watch Rozalin, studying the magic that criss-crossed across her body. The pattern was an interesting one, something he hadn't seen before on mortal flesh. He had certainly never seen it among the Highborne or the other Kaldorei. It certainly bared watching, that magic. The Night Elf couldn't help wondering what it actually did, though its shape seemed indicative of some kind of binding.

"I have only just arrived," he added. "I'm hoping to get assistance in navigating this place. Someone had mentioned a map, but without sight, I'm afraid such a thing is rather useless."

So another person had disappeared in front of his very eyes. How very interesting. He'd have to see what else he could find out about that phenomenon. And more importantly where they were going - he assumed their own world, but he could be proven wrong after all.

Ah well, it could wait until later, when there wasn't conversation to be had.

"Perhaps the map could be persuaded to have a vocal component?" After all, the journals had one so why not the map itself?

How very strange that was, to be looking at someone and have their magic fade from view. Of course, such things happened. Spells faded over time, as Illidan was more than aware, and it was quite possible that the same could have been said of the girl's spells. If she had completely disappeared, he didn't know and probably wouldn't find out until Seymour said something about it.

"I was not aware that it was possible to do so," the Night Elf admitted. "However, I am not sure how feasible it would be. After all, I cannot see the landmarks it would mention, and I doubt that it can register my movements as I make them."

Being blind was, at the best of times, bothersome. But Illidan had adapted to it as he needed to. It was just a shame that he wasn't familiar with this place, or he wouldn't be faced with the difficulties of attempting to navigate its pathways.

Well, yes, that would be a problem. And while he had seen machina that were capable of tracking people back on Spira, the fact that the journals were capable of speech was still fairly new to him. And while he supposed in theory the two could be combined he wasn't going to assume that the journals could do such a thing, nor was he going to attempt to find out - he'd leave the tinkering for the Al Bhed.

"It may be possible at least. But I suppose you'd be correct in the end."

Blindness was a horrible thing to suffer from after all, though thankfully not something he suffered from.

"And that leaves me back at square one." Illidan shook his head. He would manage somehow. After all, he had navigated Azshara's palace without problem in the past, even as the naga queen changed its layout. It would just take time, a little patience, and some magical echolocation, so to speak.

"I suppose I will just have to make do. I'll be able to navigate this place fine with time." And it really wasn't like he didn't have plenty of that. He had no clue where Paixao was, or how he got here, and he doubted his jailers would have an easy time finding him.

"Sadly, it does rather seem that way," Seymour agreed. And while theoretically he could offer to show this stranger at least something of the city, but he had no real interest in such things and his time could be put to much better use elsewhere. The power of the city didn't lie with the newcomers it kept pulling in after all, despite the fact that they were interesting in their own ways.

"Fortunately, it seems that time is something most of us can afford here."

"Life shall go on, regardless." Illidan shrugged. "Though the question remains as to whether or not the people go with it.

"With luck, I will have plenty of time myself, though by no means do I intend to hold out for something that may or may not happen." If and when they figured out he was no longer in their prison, the Kaldorei would be mad. And like a pride of angry lions, they would be after him. Of that, he had no doubt, though there were doubts about their finding him. Then again, the Kaldorei were an immortal people with lives to span eternity. They had as much time as he.

"It always does, at that. Whether or not the people go with it makes no difference."

There was a nod at the rest, until he remembered that the other likely couldn't see him - having admitted to being blind and all. "A wise choice." Life was dangerous as best, after all. And when one was at a disadvantage things became even harder to properly anticipate.

Illidan remained silent for the time being, listening to the things going on around him. The hustle and bustle of the city was almost overwhelmingly loud after the solitude of imprisonment, and the Night Elf knew it would take time, again, to adjust to the changes in his surroundings.

"Would you be so kind as to direct me to a place to stay?" he asked of Seymour. "I might as well find some place to start from in getting familiar with this city."

So it was to act as a guide that was requested of him? Well, he had no problems with that, although he far preferred acting as a psychopomp to acting as a tour guide, but he could manage the latter. It just wasn't what he'd prefer to be doing.

"Certainly," he answered. "Was there anything in particular you had in mind?"

Not that there was much of a choice, truth be told, but that was less important - at least in Seymour's mind.

"Any kind of inn would be good," Illidan told Seymour, "A tavern if you cannot manage an inn." He didn't really need more than that. A place to stay, somewhere to set up camp. From there, he'd be more than capable of managing on his own. After all, it didn't take long for him to get to work on lighting a place up to his peculiar vision.

"It would be greatly appreciated, of course."

Well, that was easy enough. There were such places aplenty in the city, and finding one would be easy enough.

"There are many such in the city. Would you prefer simple directions to the nearest or should I show you the way?"

Personally, he'd prefer the former, but he wasn't really doing anything at the moment and as a result wouldn't horribly mind providing the latter.

True, finding an inn would be easy enough, but only if you could see. Without sight, Illidan always found himself at a disadvantage in new places. After so long, he was used to it, and sought the assistance he required as he required it.

"If you could show me the way, it would be greatly appreciated," he told Seymour. "Directions are all well and good, but being able to follow them is an entirely different matter when I cannot see where I am going."

"Of course," Seymour answered with a smile he didn't entirely feel. He was hardly used to showing people around, but knew enough to manage. Besides, it wasn't like the man could see him.

"If you'd follow me?"

"It is appreciated," Illidan assured Seymour. And he would follow, certain that the other man would continue to glitter in his magical sight.

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