A TRIP THAT'LL BLOW YOU AWAY!

[amongus 338]

 

Kakatoew | The Whistling Walls | Wind and Chaos - A plane of many stone structures, mainly pillars and archways, which howl and streak with gales and winds ranging from sudden, breakneck gusts to lulling, steady breezes. There is no vegetation on in this world and live is mostly magical. Adjacent to Speclaton.

 

[OOC: This post describes RP that occurred via Arcane Displacement and should not be metagamed.]

“AAAH, WILL IT STOP!?!” 

 

Ever since he had dived headfirst through that mystical window hours before, Veluc had regretted his decision in conducting the ritual. What was once meant to be a “simple excursion” to explore a different part of the cosmos had become the second worst thing to happen this day, leading him to great pain and sorrow.

 

Awakening in a twisted maze of stone brick and nothing else but the distant howling of what he assumed to be an exit, the starwalker had thought himself to be in the average dungeon. Despite the constant sound of this unseen current piercing his eardrums, the air around him was as still as a stagnant cavern. With each step he took deeper into the hall, the foreboding walls on each side seemed to close in on him claustrophobically at one moment and open up greatly at the next. 

 

All was lost for the longest time as Veluc roamed under endless archways, searching far and wide for his destination. Cursing those who came before him for their misguidance, he was ready to give up… until the howling became greater. Down one pathway in particular did he finally feel closer to this draft of air.

 

Driven by a newfound determination, Veluc followed the intensifying howls from one corridor to the other, the shrill noise eerily growing higher in pitch and louder in volume. His journey culminated in his arrival to a room different from all the others. Shaped similarly to the side of a cheese grater, each wall was riddled with misshapen holes and indents that funneled in dastardly gales from an unseen outside world. 

 

His wish to sate his appetite for new sights proved him reckless. Taking just a single step into the room caused one of those strong breezes to send Veluc careening through the room with flailing arms, slamming him flat against the top of a stone wall. Given no chance to recover or even react beyond screaming for help, the adventurer ragdolled back and forth until bruised and broken.

 

Only in defeat did he scribble down another sigil and performed another ritual to escape, unlikely to return to this dreaded realm ever again.

[excited 10833]

Grisha walked into the lab and saw Veluc wasn't there. He paused, before exiting the lab with a lofty shrug of his shoulders.

 

"I swear sometimes he's hurtling through some vacuum in space and getting lost. We were supposed to do our lesson an hour ago. Where is he?"

 

As if the teacher doesn't show up in 10 minutes you can leave, Grisha just left to go attend to personal matters. All the while, Veluc was getting throttled by some ugly planetary hell-scape outside their comprehension.

[UnBaed 8955]

"I'm sure Veluc is fine," Ilaria dismissed the question after hearing that excited call of the elf from within her shack.