wild in the silence; no way to make it right
The monsoons make it near impossible to tell what time of day it is, so thick are the clouds above. But it feels warm enough that it's probably somewhere around noon (not that it matters, but such things are difficult to simply ignore entirely). So it is that the Alchemist is having lunch with Ronin when the call from Ludo comes. Used to this by now, Remi needs only exchange a glance with Ronin before leaving their cottage and taking to the skies.
He feels the pulse of the life like a weighted tether tied 'round the cockles of his heart. A painful tug that reliably will bring him to a life nearly expired.
Landing where the volcanic stone begins to bleed away into dense jungle forest, the Alchemist shifts from manticore to man. He has no magic now to defend him against the monsoon, so he quickly ducks into the trees to find some relief. "Are you here?" He calls out, feeling the nauseating pull of Ludo's magic driving him forward.
He feels the pulse of the life like a weighted tether tied 'round the cockles of his heart. A painful tug that reliably will bring him to a life nearly expired.
Landing where the volcanic stone begins to bleed away into dense jungle forest, the Alchemist shifts from manticore to man. He has no magic now to defend him against the monsoon, so he quickly ducks into the trees to find some relief. "Are you here?" He calls out, feeling the nauseating pull of Ludo's magic driving him forward.
THE ALCHEMIST
i’ve been chasin the storm of a lovesick lonely lie
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
