there's light at the edge of the darkness
It was past time Loren braved the Spire. Others had been down—some of them more than once—but because of his long absence, he’d missed all those trips, needing the time to heal and come to terms with his life. However, he was stronger now than he’d ever been, in both mind and spirit. When he’d heard that a group was descending into that dark place once more, to try and find a portal, he’d made up his mind almost instantly. Although he had no real desire to face the danger that no doubt lurked within, he was equally loathe to let others face it for him.
So he’d shown up, Krosis on his hip, glasses on his nose, amulet around his neck, feather pouch, unicorn horn, and daggers on his belt, and Astra by his side. It might be overkill (especially because he was probably going to rely upon his magic anyway) but better that than be killed. For those that knew him as a healer, the sheer amount of weaponry he bristled with and the myriad artifacts he possessed might be a bit surprising. However, he’d been trained for battle, and he knew better than most not to leave any tool at home.
It seemed that he was the second to arrive, though the other man wasn't known to him. Probably best to get to know the people he'd be working with. "Hello there. I don't think we've met. I'm Loren Launceleyn." He held out his hand for the other man to shake, before glancing at the entrance to the Spire. Astra came up as well, giving the stranger a curious look, though the luxere didn't move forward for a head scratch. She sensed the mood was too serious for that. "Any idea what we'll be facing in there?" Although the summoner doubted there were answers, he knew that whatever lurked inside the dark tower, it would be bad.
And if he was annoyed to have to participate in this whole exercise when there had been other, much less dangerous, options available to them, well, he did his best not to let it show on his face. Instead, he just took deep breaths, seeking calm before what he was pretty sure was going to be a huge fucking storm. Better he face it than anyone else.
Loren and Astra arrive
So he’d shown up, Krosis on his hip, glasses on his nose, amulet around his neck, feather pouch, unicorn horn, and daggers on his belt, and Astra by his side. It might be overkill (especially because he was probably going to rely upon his magic anyway) but better that than be killed. For those that knew him as a healer, the sheer amount of weaponry he bristled with and the myriad artifacts he possessed might be a bit surprising. However, he’d been trained for battle, and he knew better than most not to leave any tool at home.
It seemed that he was the second to arrive, though the other man wasn't known to him. Probably best to get to know the people he'd be working with. "Hello there. I don't think we've met. I'm Loren Launceleyn." He held out his hand for the other man to shake, before glancing at the entrance to the Spire. Astra came up as well, giving the stranger a curious look, though the luxere didn't move forward for a head scratch. She sensed the mood was too serious for that. "Any idea what we'll be facing in there?" Although the summoner doubted there were answers, he knew that whatever lurked inside the dark tower, it would be bad.
And if he was annoyed to have to participate in this whole exercise when there had been other, much less dangerous, options available to them, well, he did his best not to let it show on his face. Instead, he just took deep breaths, seeking calm before what he was pretty sure was going to be a huge fucking storm. Better he face it than anyone else.
Loren and Astra arrive
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