He hears it in his dreams, whispering beneath the screams of his people dying. He hears it when he's awake and trying to read. He hears it, but he doesn't quite... understand it, not until they're finally within range and he can afford to take a shuttle down. He can pick out words of Thalassian, snatches of Darnassian, and some other words from the shared common language both are derived from. But it doesn't quite make sense. He's still guessing.
What he does know is that planet looks really, really green and he hasn't seen greenery in person in like a year. He gets down to the planet by way of a shuttle so he can look around.]
[A.]
[And this is when his alchemy nerd comes out. Belth picked up herbalism and potions because he couldn't heal himself, and this land is teeming with plants he's never seen before. He wants to experiment on them. Badly. He has a little straw basket on his arm as he goes around investigating plants and flowers... sometimes sniffing them, sometimes clipping samples with a sharp pair of scissors.
He's got a pretty good stack built up, though, and then... suddenly roots and vines sprout from the bush he'd been inspecting.]
Aaaaah!
[THEY'RE REACHING FOR HIM OH GOD WHY. Still cradling his basket under one arm, he reaches for the first spell that comes to mind-- fire. Yes, torching the angry forest will surely calm it down.]
[B.]
[Belth knows better than to sleep beneath the trees here, but he's still feeling a bit wild. This strange forest reminds him of home. Giant living plants? No problem. Mushrooms as tall as skyscrapers? That's called Zangarmarsh according to the books he's read. He's not even bothered. When he thinks he's alone, he takes off his boots and his outer robes, leaving just his black long-sleeved shirt and trousers on.
Then he scrabbles up a tree, fingers and toes digging into soft teal moss. It's exhilarating to be brimming with mana and surrounded by nature in a way he's forgotten, and he can't help laughing a bit as he hops from branch to branch.]
open!
He hears it in his dreams, whispering beneath the screams of his people dying. He hears it when he's awake and trying to read. He hears it, but he doesn't quite... understand it, not until they're finally within range and he can afford to take a shuttle down. He can pick out words of Thalassian, snatches of Darnassian, and some other words from the shared common language both are derived from. But it doesn't quite make sense. He's still guessing.
What he does know is that planet looks really, really green and he hasn't seen greenery in person in like a year. He gets down to the planet by way of a shuttle so he can look around.]
[A.]
[And this is when his alchemy nerd comes out. Belth picked up herbalism and potions because he couldn't heal himself, and this land is teeming with plants he's never seen before. He wants to experiment on them. Badly. He has a little straw basket on his arm as he goes around investigating plants and flowers... sometimes sniffing them, sometimes clipping samples with a sharp pair of scissors.
He's got a pretty good stack built up, though, and then... suddenly roots and vines sprout from the bush he'd been inspecting.]
Aaaaah!
[THEY'RE REACHING FOR HIM OH GOD WHY. Still cradling his basket under one arm, he reaches for the first spell that comes to mind-- fire. Yes, torching the angry forest will surely calm it down.]
[B.]
[Belth knows better than to sleep beneath the trees here, but he's still feeling a bit wild. This strange forest reminds him of home. Giant living plants? No problem. Mushrooms as tall as skyscrapers? That's called Zangarmarsh according to the books he's read. He's not even bothered. When he thinks he's alone, he takes off his boots and his outer robes, leaving just his black long-sleeved shirt and trousers on.
Then he scrabbles up a tree, fingers and toes digging into soft teal moss. It's exhilarating to be brimming with mana and surrounded by nature in a way he's forgotten, and he can't help laughing a bit as he hops from branch to branch.]