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driftfleet2016-12-02 02:43 am
touchallthebooks) wrote in driftfleet2016-12-02 02:43 am
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Who: Khadgar
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Dec. 1st.
[video]
[His cloak is missing, that's the first thing he notices. And it annoys him, that was a good cloak, very comfortable, very warm. The next thing he remember is that he had just killed the Guardian, which makes him roll onto the floor in a panic (knocking the communicator down and on) and try to find a mirror to double check his eyes.
Once he's reassured that there's no green glow lingering, he heaves a sigh of relief. And turns his focus to the communicator. Which... he knows how it works? And picks it up.]
I can't be here. I have things to do, people depending on me! [Kind of.] There's a war and-
I need to get back to my friends! They need me!
[action]
[He wanders because of course he does. Khadgar has found himself in a strange place, subject to the whims of whoever or whatever was responsible for his and everyone else being there. He wanted to know whatever he can, carefully keeping a couple spells at the edge of his thoughts in case someone tries to attack him.
Eventually he stops to take in the view of the stars, somehow looking much younger than he really is as he looks out. And suddenly feeling very small.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Dec. 1st.
[video]
[His cloak is missing, that's the first thing he notices. And it annoys him, that was a good cloak, very comfortable, very warm. The next thing he remember is that he had just killed the Guardian, which makes him roll onto the floor in a panic (knocking the communicator down and on) and try to find a mirror to double check his eyes.
Once he's reassured that there's no green glow lingering, he heaves a sigh of relief. And turns his focus to the communicator. Which... he knows how it works? And picks it up.]
I can't be here. I have things to do, people depending on me! [Kind of.] There's a war and-
I need to get back to my friends! They need me!
[action]
[He wanders because of course he does. Khadgar has found himself in a strange place, subject to the whims of whoever or whatever was responsible for his and everyone else being there. He wanted to know whatever he can, carefully keeping a couple spells at the edge of his thoughts in case someone tries to attack him.
Eventually he stops to take in the view of the stars, somehow looking much younger than he really is as he looks out. And suddenly feeling very small.]
Re: action.
[Not the time to be a smartmouth, Khadgar.]
There are no races like that on Azeroth. [That he's heard of.] We do have dwarves though.
action.
Azeroth? That doesn't sound familiar.
What might your homeland be like? Beside the dwarves and disturbing orcs.
action.
action.
[Dragonflights are a mystery, too, but at least he can... sort of figure out what they are, or at least have a rough estimate.]
action.
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Cursed — and wolves. They must be a nasty lot.
[still not a fan of that %&*#.
Sorry shape-shifters back home.]
action.
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[He leans back, unimpressed by something in particular-]
Not a fan of kings, myself. Is he a kindly old monarch?
action.
[There still would have been but it would have been less, no more orcs would make it through the Dark Portal. He hopes they're okay, after that ambush.]
action.
[He sits with his elbow perched on his knee; his legs are rather long, and it's clear me must be very tall.]
And you are devoted utterly to his cause?
action.
[He can't imagine a king not worth fighting for. Could they even be called a king?]
Absolutely. King Llane has never done anything that makes him less deserving of it.