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((I know there's a lot of overdue greetings on this blog, but while I would love to catch up with everyone, I like to remain consistent with what I post on here; so when I do greetings, I want them to be in a situation where it is plausible for me to do so; be it with a direct meeting or some spectral bullshit I can make up. And being in a cave investigating footsteps and tracks with Rahovart is not such a situation.))
"O, man of mist! I am Rahovart, servant of Hell. I serve the King of Red. O, you are quite fearsome, yes! Will you strike me down? My concern grows."
Abaddon stared at the figure that inquired him, his obscured face beneath his dark helmet showing a bit of disbelief.
He walked around them a bit, examining them with his eyes, making mental note of various details that could bring some answers to his current situation. He had sensed that the demon halfling standing in front of him had formed a pact with Lucifer, an old acquaintance of his.
"Perhaps they could help shed some light into what has happened to me" the dark lord thought.
As he was entertaining this thought, Abaddon had manifested his mist sword, and pointed its edge towards the half-demon.
"As much as it would entertain me to bring you physical harm…" he said as he used the tip of his sword to emphasize his sentence.
He promptly vanished his sword, and continued. “Right now I’m in a much more dire need of…information.”
"Tell me what you know about this world."
Abaddon looked back at his companion's showing of fire magic. Something a bit unexpected, but not unheard of in the world of demons. He paid it no mind and looked forward into the depths of the cave.
"Forward it is. However, we must be careful" he said as he started walking at a slow pace. His sight was shifting around the cave, looking for any clues as to its purpose.
Both of them walked for a while, the loud sounds of the storm outside gradually disappearing. It seemed like it was over just as quickly as it began.
As they walked around the cave, Abaddon suddenly noticed something, stopped, and held his arm out, telling Rahovart to stop as well.
He had noticed a series of footsteps on the ground, the ground beneath them turned into mud. It would have seemed that whoever made them had soaked their feet on water.
That was not all, however, as there were also some tracks following those footsteps, two streaks that stretched further into the darkness, the footsteps going right in front of them up to where Abaddon and Rahovart were.
"This is not an abandoned cave" Abaddon said, as he lowered his arm and inspected the footsteps a bit closer. He gestured to Rahovart to bring his light closer as well.
"And most importantly..." he said while looking around. "It wasn't here before".
While outside, both Abaddon and his companion had advanced enough for him to recognize the proximity of the area where they were. Common Hunting Grounds used by some of the inhabitants of House Avernus, they extended across the area outside the Sacred Mountain, where House Avernus was; beyond where the black mist covered the terrain, the house's camouflage.
Abaddon himself had passed by those Hunting Grounds before, but he had never found an underground passage like this.
Abaddon, perplexed at the implications of this, looked back at Rahovart, doubt somehow showing through his dark helmet, got up, and indicated him to keep going.
There was still more to the cave to walk.
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"O, man of mist! I am Rahovart, servant of Hell. I serve the King of Red. O, you are quite fearsome, yes! Will you strike me down? My concern grows."
Abaddon stared at the figure that inquired him, his obscured face beneath his dark helmet showing a bit of disbelief.
He walked around them a bit, examining them with his eyes, making mental note of various details that could bring some answers to his current situation. He had sensed that the demon halfling standing in front of him had formed a pact with Lucifer, an old acquaintance of his.
"Perhaps they could help shed some light into what has happened to me" the dark lord thought.
As he was entertaining this thought, Abaddon had manifested his mist sword, and pointed its edge towards the half-demon.
"As much as it would entertain me to bring you physical harm…" he said as he used the tip of his sword to emphasize his sentence.
He promptly vanished his sword, and continued. “Right now I’m in a much more dire need of…information.”
"Tell me what you know about this world."
As they made their way, Abaddon kept thinking about the circumstances surrounding his current situation. The dark portal he went through didn’t seem like the work of anyone from the Dire or Radiant factions, so a third party must have been involved. If that was so, what was their objective? And what exactly did travelling through that portal do? Such questions plagued the dark lord’s mind as he kept moving forward to House Avernus.
As he was thinking, Abaddon’s demon companion was demonstrating extreme curiosity towards his personage. Whether it be to find out a weakness, or to try and break the inmutable silence that was characterizing their journey, it all seemed irrelevant to him, thinking about what happened was, at that point in time, his greatest priority.
Abaddon tried sorting his thoughts one last time, as if hoping to get a different answer through continuous repetition. But he couldn’t draw a conclusion, as he still didn’t know exactly what happened.
Finally giving up on that for the time being, Abaddon was met with another inquiry by the curious demon. With nothing else to do, and them still being far away from their objective, he decided to humor his companion’s request. Surely it would do no harm to let him know.
"So you want to know…about the Lord of Avernus…"
This was the first time Abaddon ever felt like talking about himself. But a lack of experience in discourse was no problem to him.
"I alone hold the righteous name of Abaddon, Lord of House Avernus, home to the ancestral Black Mist. Ours is a House of noble warriors who protect the customs of our sacred lands, united by our communion with the ancestral energies of the world."
That wasn’t the only reason, Abaddon thought to himself, as only he knew the whole truth about House Avernus and the Black Mist. And he intended to keep that a secret.
Manifesting his mist sword, Abaddon continued his narration.
"I am the one chosen to be Lord of the House, and Head Commander of our military forces, as well as a representative in the Avernus Council."
He made sure not to let out any details in his description, at least not details that mattered.
"As for what I am…that is something only I know" he said as he took his sword, and threw it to the ground beneath him, the blade piercing through the soft earth, an otherwordly chill coming out of it and spreading around the ground.
"But what I can tell you…is that the coils of Life and Death are mine to control".
As the servant listens, the aura of cold death grows thicker. He feels as though his body is frosting over, only to find that he appears to be untouched.
"Sir Abaddon, the Lord-Knight…O, you are ever so regal. My apologies, I did not know I was in such a presence. I am still young, so I am dull and brash from time to time."
The servant stops to bow before continuing. He removes the question of the knight’s species from his mind, as he did not want to anger.
"The Black Mist…I have read about such a thing, in tomes old. A mist that connects to a sacred land. Of course, that is all that is written. There is no other information, as even that is coveted knowledge."
'Is death also a coil? Life is slowly spiraling out of existance, but should death not be an infinite circle? Hmmhmm, I suppose this is my inexperience.' The servant could not help but think in silence, not wanting to offend.
"O, I am pleased to travel alongside you!" The servant says with finality, for the armored one does not seem like one to enjoy long bouts of listening to ones so curious. The two continue down the path in the daylight, until ink-like clouds grow overhead and begin to cry upon the forest below. Waves of water fall at a rapid pace, obscuring vision.
Of course, Rahovart does not mind the rain, for he has traveled in all kinds. “Sir Abaddon, would you partake of my cloak? It would not serve to be drenched while in such armor.” The servant raises his hands to undo his cloak.
The rain was hitting hard in the area the two travellers were traversing, so hard it seemed the very heavens were trying to impede their advance. Abaddon just looked upwards, and at the prospect of partaking of his companion’s cloak, he extended an arm backwards, his palm opened in denial, and spoke calmly, quite unlike the raging storm that was already enveloping them.
"I have no need for your coverage right now, so you may as well keep it, for yourself"
As he said this, Abaddon raised his other arm, from which a black gust emerged that enveloped his whole body. The mist mutated quickly into rays of light, and soon enough Abaddon was inside a sphere of bright energy. It was Abaddon’s Aphotic Shield, one of his most valuable abilities, normally used for absorbing and deflecting harm in an explosive wave, now being put to one of its most mundane uses, protecting its owner from the rain.
The reason Abaddon did this was, unbeknownst to the demon accompanying him, a way to test his own abilities. He wasn’t sure if the dark portal he went through only affected his physical or temporal location, as it may also have had effects on his powers, so he wanted to make sure his skills remained intact after the journey that brought him to this world.
He also didn’t like charity much.
After the shield fully materialized, Abaddon restarted his advance, the demon soon following after him, his cloak back on his own personage after it was deemed unnecessary.
With the great rain blocking their view, the journey back to House Avernus had gotten to its first major obstacle.
What kind of magick…? It is not water or air, certainly not a recognizable element…mist? Replacing his cloak, Rahovart follows the strange knight once more, slightly disappointed that Sir Abaddon would not accept his offering.
Soon, the sky darkens further. The heavy rain turns to painful bullets. Rahovart’s hair is slicked down into his eyes, his cloak clinging on for dear life. He clears his hair away, but he cannot see anyway. The entire world is simply a wall of grey, his head aching from the pelting water.
*ting ting ting*, water strikes and is reflected off Sir Abaddon’s mystical shield, growing more high-pitched as more rain strikes it. Will it break? “I’ve never seen anything like this!” Rahovart shouts with all of his strength, but it is certainly not heard over the stormy waves of rain. He feels as though if he were to close his eyes, his body would submit and collapse. Despite this, the pair continue.
Abaddon's aphotic shield responded to physical trauma, but it also had a time limit to it. It would take a few incantations of the shield in order to protect himself for the duration of the storm.
His energy, however, was limited, so it was imperative for the pair to find shelter soon. The storm was growing in intensity, the drops falling strongly like painful bullets on everything the eye could see.
Abaddon didn't have to look back to notice his companion's distress as well. The storm was hitting him directly, and with only a cloak to protect himself, he could really get hurt under such strong precipitation. With the possibility of Rahovart falling behind, and with that losing his only source of information at the moment, Abaddon gathered his energy and casted a shield on him as well, his own shield on the verge of breaking.
Such worries would last not much longer, however, as Abaddon noticed something as they went along trying to resist the rain and strong winds that plagued them.
Abaddon's personage was, at all times, emanating small amounts of the black mist that went along with his movemens, as a result of his peculiar nature. It was difficult to see due to the rain, but Abaddon notice the mist that accompanied his footsteps slipping through some parts of the ground.
"THERE MAY BE SOMETHING HIDDEN HERE" he shouted back to Rahovart, now recovering his balance under the Aphotic Shield's protection, the rain still raging on loudly around them both.
Abaddon kneeled down towards the spot, and extended his hand.
His hand was phasing through the ground, indicating the existence of a secret passage that was there, apparently hidden by way of an illusion spell.
"LETS ENTER HERE" Abaddon shouted as he was already making his way down, with Rahovart following after him.
A dark and damp cave was what welcomed the pair on the other side of the illusion, now free from the unnatural storm outside.
"O, man of mist! I am Rahovart, servant of Hell. I serve the King of Red. O, you are quite fearsome, yes! Will you strike me down? My concern grows."
Abaddon stared at the figure that inquired him, his obscured face beneath his dark helmet showing a bit of disbelief.
He walked around them a bit, examining them with his eyes, making mental note of various details that could bring some answers to his current situation. He had sensed that the demon halfling standing in front of him had formed a pact with Lucifer, an old acquaintance of his.
"Perhaps they could help shed some light into what has happened to me" the dark lord thought.
As he was entertaining this thought, Abaddon had manifested his mist sword, and pointed its edge towards the half-demon.
"As much as it would entertain me to bring you physical harm…" he said as he used the tip of his sword to emphasize his sentence.
He promptly vanished his sword, and continued. “Right now I’m in a much more dire need of…information.”
"Tell me what you know about this world."
The two set off to the mountains. The servant does not know why, but it matters not to him. A companion is a companion. Of course, they are far off from the mountains, the pair must journey down a long worn path, used by traders with carts and travelers.
"Hmm, is your horse absent? This shall be a long journey, uhu! I urge you, please do not rest in the forest. The creatures are unhappy, magickal ones ever more so."
It did not take long to learn that the armored one is not as talkative as himself as they walked. He pressured himself to hold his tongue for small distances between questions.
"Knight, I know naught about you! Please, what is your name? What are you the knight of? What kind of magickal being are you?" The servant is ever curious, for the knight is one he has never seen before. Not human, certainly.
As they made their way, Abaddon kept thinking about the circumstances surrounding his current situation. The dark portal he went through didn’t seem like the work of anyone from the Dire or Radiant factions, so a third party must have been involved. If that was so, what was their objective? And what exactly did travelling through that portal do? Such questions plagued the dark lord’s mind as he kept moving forward to House Avernus.
As he was thinking, Abaddon’s demon companion was demonstrating extreme curiosity towards his personage. Whether it be to find out a weakness, or to try and break the inmutable silence that was characterizing their journey, it all seemed irrelevant to him, thinking about what happened was, at that point in time, his greatest priority.
Abaddon tried sorting his thoughts one last time, as if hoping to get a different answer through continuous repetition. But he couldn’t draw a conclusion, as he still didn’t know exactly what happened.
Finally giving up on that for the time being, Abaddon was met with another inquiry by the curious demon. With nothing else to do, and them still being far away from their objective, he decided to humor his companion’s request. Surely it would do no harm to let him know.
"So you want to know…about the Lord of Avernus…"
This was the first time Abaddon ever felt like talking about himself. But a lack of experience in discourse was no problem to him.
"I alone hold the righteous name of Abaddon, Lord of House Avernus, home to the ancestral Black Mist. Ours is a House of noble warriors who protect the customs of our sacred lands, united by our communion with the ancestral energies of the world."
That wasn’t the only reason, Abaddon thought to himself, as only he knew the whole truth about House Avernus and the Black Mist. And he intended to keep that a secret.
Manifesting his mist sword, Abaddon continued his narration.
"I am the one chosen to be Lord of the House, and Head Commander of our military forces, as well as a representative in the Avernus Council."
He made sure not to let out any details in his description, at least not details that mattered.
"As for what I am…that is something only I know" he said as he took his sword, and threw it to the ground beneath him, the blade piercing through the soft earth, an otherwordly chill coming out of it and spreading around the ground.
"But what I can tell you…is that the coils of Life and Death are mine to control".
As the servant listens, the aura of cold death grows thicker. He feels as though his body is frosting over, only to find that he appears to be untouched.
"Sir Abaddon, the Lord-Knight…O, you are ever so regal. My apologies, I did not know I was in such a presence. I am still young, so I am dull and brash from time to time."
The servant stops to bow before continuing. He removes the question of the knight’s species from his mind, as he did not want to anger.
"The Black Mist…I have read about such a thing, in tomes old. A mist that connects to a sacred land. Of course, that is all that is written. There is no other information, as even that is coveted knowledge."
'Is death also a coil? Life is slowly spiraling out of existance, but should death not be an infinite circle? Hmmhmm, I suppose this is my inexperience.' The servant could not help but think in silence, not wanting to offend.
"O, I am pleased to travel alongside you!" The servant says with finality, for the armored one does not seem like one to enjoy long bouts of listening to ones so curious. The two continue down the path in the daylight, until ink-like clouds grow overhead and begin to cry upon the forest below. Waves of water fall at a rapid pace, obscuring vision.
Of course, Rahovart does not mind the rain, for he has traveled in all kinds. “Sir Abaddon, would you partake of my cloak? It would not serve to be drenched while in such armor.” The servant raises his hands to undo his cloak.
The rain was hitting hard in the area the two travellers were traversing, so hard it seemed the very heavens were trying to impede their advance. Abaddon just looked upwards, and at the prospect of partaking of his companion's cloak, he extended an arm backwards, his palm opened in denial, and spoke calmly, quite unlike the raging storm that was already enveloping them.
"I have no need for your coverage right now, so you may as well keep it, for yourself"
As he said this, Abaddon raised his other arm, from which a black gust emerged that enveloped his whole body. The mist mutated quickly into rays of light, and soon enough Abaddon was inside a sphere of bright energy. It was Abaddon's Aphotic Shield, one of his most valuable abilities, normally used for absorbing and deflecting harm in an explosive wave, now being put to one of its most mundane uses, protecting its owner from the rain.
The reason Abaddon did this was, unbeknownst to the demon accompanying him, a way to test his own abilities. He wasn't sure if the dark portal he went through only affected his physical or temporal location, as it may also have had effects on his powers, so he wanted to make sure his skills remained intact after the journey that brought him to this world.
He also didn't like charity much.
After the shield fully materialized, Abaddon restarted his advance, the demon soon following after him, his cloak back on his own personage after it was deemed unnecessary.
With the great rain blocking their view, the journey back to House Avernus had gotten to its first major obstacle.
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"O, man of mist! I am Rahovart, servant of Hell. I serve the King of Red. O, you are quite fearsome, yes! Will you strike me down? My concern grows."
Abaddon stared at the figure that inquired him, his obscured face beneath his dark helmet showing a bit of disbelief.
He walked around them a bit, examining them with his eyes, making mental note of various details that could bring some answers to his current situation. He had sensed that the demon halfling standing in front of him had formed a pact with Lucifer, an old acquaintance of his.
"Perhaps they could help shed some light into what has happened to me" the dark lord thought.
As he was entertaining this thought, Abaddon had manifested his mist sword, and pointed its edge towards the half-demon.
"As much as it would entertain me to bring you physical harm…" he said as he used the tip of his sword to emphasize his sentence.
He promptly vanished his sword, and continued. “Right now I’m in a much more dire need of…information.”
"Tell me what you know about this world."
The two set off to the mountains. The servant does not know why, but it matters not to him. A companion is a companion. Of course, they are far off from the mountains, the pair must journey down a long worn path, used by traders with carts and travelers.
"Hmm, is your horse absent? This shall be a long journey, uhu! I urge you, please do not rest in the forest. The creatures are unhappy, magickal ones ever more so."
It did not take long to learn that the armored one is not as talkative as himself as they walked. He pressured himself to hold his tongue for small distances between questions.
"Knight, I know naught about you! Please, what is your name? What are you the knight of? What kind of magickal being are you?" The servant is ever curious, for the knight is one he has never seen before. Not human, certainly.
As they made their way, Abaddon kept thinking about the circumstances surrounding his current situation. The dark portal he went through didn't seem like the work of anyone from the Dire or Radiant factions, so a third party must have been involved. If that was so, what was their objective? And what exactly did travelling through that portal do? Such questions plagued the dark lord's mind as he kept moving forward to House Avernus.
As he was thinking, Abaddon's demon companion was demonstrating extreme curiosity towards his personage. Whether it be to find out a weakness, or to try and break the inmutable silence that was characterizing their journey, it all seemed irrelevant to him, thinking about what happened was, at that point in time, his greatest priority.
Abaddon tried sorting his thoughts one last time, as if hoping to get a different answer through continuous repetition. But he couldn't draw a conclusion, as he still didn't know exactly what happened.
Finally giving up on that for the time being, Abaddon was met with another inquiry by the curious demon. With nothing else to do, and them still being far away from their objective, he decided to humor his companion's request. Surely it would do no harm to let him know.
"So you want to know...about the Lord of Avernus..."
This was the first time Abaddon ever felt like talking about himself. But a lack of experience in discourse was no problem to him.
"I alone hold the righteous name of Abaddon, Lord of House Avernus, home to the ancestral Black Mist. Ours is a House of noble warriors who protect the customs of our sacred lands, united by our communion with the ancestral energies of the world."
That wasn't the only reason, Abaddon thought to himself, as only he knew the whole truth about House Avernus and the Black Mist. And he intended to keep that a secret.
Manifesting his mist sword, Abaddon continued his narration.
"I am the one chosen to be Lord of the House, and Head Commander of our military forces, as well as a representative in the Avernus Council."
He made sure not to let out any details in his description, at least not details that mattered.
"As for what I am...that is something only I know" he said as he took his sword, and threw it to the ground beneath him, the blade piercing through the soft earth, an otherwordly chill coming out of it and spreading around the ground.
"But what I can tell you...is that the coils of Life and Death are mine to control".
"O, man of mist! I am Rahovart, servant of Hell. I serve the King of Red. O, you are quite fearsome, yes! Will you strike me down? My concern grows."
Abaddon stared at the figure that inquired him, his obscured face beneath his dark helmet showing a bit of disbelief.
He walked around them a bit, examining them with his eyes, making mental note of various details that could bring some answers to his current situation. He had sensed that the demon halfling standing in front of him had formed a pact with Lucifer, an old acquaintance of his.
"Perhaps they could help shed some light into what has happened to me" the dark lord thought.
As he was entertaining this thought, Abaddon had manifested his mist sword, and pointed its edge towards the half-demon.
"As much as it would entertain me to bring you physical harm…" he said as he used the tip of his sword to emphasize his sentence.
He promptly vanished his sword, and continued. “Right now I’m in a much more dire need of…information.”
"Tell me what you know about this world."
A phantasm? The servant knows nothing of this armored one. As the ghost-knight walks a circle around the hellbeing, he feels a shivering aura, not unlike the accursed presence he had held as a full human. He does not flinch as a sword, with a shimmer of mist, is drawn upon him.
"O, is it so? I would gladly tell you of these lands. Witness, for it is a vast land, covered in all climates, filled with all beings. We live in times of strife, towns destroyed by bandits and such unsavory folk, and there is much war abound. I have traveled far and wide, for I am a demon of ventures, converse and tales. The faeries of the forest scatter in fear, the demons of the earth and the remnants of those past grow unsettled."
A small pause. “Are you from distant lands, one of mist? The roads are ever dangerous, I shall accompany you if you would allow such.”
Abaddon listened intently as the demon described the lands he was around. It was a description befitting of a place in which the War of the Ancients was taking place.
"So…it seems I haven’t been transported to a different world entirely…" he thought to himself as the wandering demon finished their discourse.
So he was lost in thought about the implications of such things, when he was asked about his place of origin, and the offer of companionship. At that moment he remembered his original objective of getting back to his homeland, to House Avernus.
He started looking around in search of the familiar mountain range, birthplace of the ancestral black mist. As he was doing this, he answered the new inquiry set by the demon.
"Not so distant as you may have been led to believe…" he said as he recognized a familiar landscape in the distance. Eager to go there, but intrigued about the stranger’s offer, he contained his impulses.
"How do I know you are to trust?" he asked as he directed a piercing gaze to the demon. "If my memory serves, Lucifer and his servants aren’t known for being trustworthy".
"O, do not be so!" The servant is only jovial. In recent times he has simply abandoned those who did not trust him because of his Lord’s name, but he finds the man of mist quite interesting. "As I am away from the Palace of Hell, I am a simple traveler, one who drifts with the wind. Aside, I shall be a great aid, for I may speak to beings of all species, know tales of all kinds and advice for ages to come. If you would find me untrustworthy, I shall leave. If I betray you, your sword may meet my body. I do not worry as I say this, for I do not betray or foul trust."
His smile ever present, he claps his hands together, as if in finality. His small, scrawny form bears light clothing, only his cloak, vest and frayed pants. His head is ornamented with hair of the deepest blacks. In plain sight at the center of his chest lay his lord’s mark, the hoof and pentagram.
Abaddon took note of the demon's crest on his chest, a crystal clear confirmation of his word.
"Very well then..." he finally said, letting go of his suspicions for the time being. "I see no harm in allowing you to accompany me in my journey..."
"But the moment I deem your presence as unnecesary, you shall leave inmediately." he remarked as he turned in the direction of his destination, the familiar mountains home to the carved caves of House Avernus.
The dark lord tried calling his spectral horse in the usual way, making use of their common communion with the black mist to convey his location.
"...No response" he said after waiting for a good 5 minutes. "Seems like my steed isn't around...or perhaps...is being held by something" he silently thought as he had his hand extended towards the air, as if hoping to get a signal from his trust mount.
He turned back to his new demon companion, and made a gesture with his head, pointing towards the mountain. He, in turn, nodded, and walked forwards to the dark lord's side.
Without a horse, it was gonna be a long journey back home.
"O, man of mist! I am Rahovart, servant of Hell. I serve the King of Red. O, you are quite fearsome, yes! Will you strike me down? My concern grows."
Abaddon stared at the figure that inquired him, his obscured face beneath his dark helmet showing a bit of disbelief.
He walked around them a bit, examining them with his eyes, making mental note of various details that could bring some answers to his current situation. He had sensed that the demon halfling standing in front of him had formed a pact with Lucifer, an old acquaintance of his.
"Perhaps they could help shed some light into what has happened to me" the dark lord thought.
As he was entertaining this thought, Abaddon had manifested his mist sword, and pointed its edge towards the half-demon.
"As much as it would entertain me to bring you physical harm…" he said as he used the tip of his sword to emphasize his sentence.
He promptly vanished his sword, and continued. “Right now I’m in a much more dire need of…information.”
"Tell me what you know about this world."
A phantasm? The servant knows nothing of this armored one. As the ghost-knight walks a circle around the hellbeing, he feels a shivering aura, not unlike the accursed presence he had held as a full human. He does not flinch as a sword, with a shimmer of mist, is drawn upon him.
"O, is it so? I would gladly tell you of these lands. Witness, for it is a vast land, covered in all climates, filled with all beings. We live in times of strife, towns destroyed by bandits and such unsavory folk, and there is much war abound. I have traveled far and wide, for I am a demon of ventures, converse and tales. The faeries of the forest scatter in fear, the demons of the earth and the remnants of those past grow unsettled."
A small pause. “Are you from distant lands, one of mist? The roads are ever dangerous, I shall accompany you if you would allow such.”
Abaddon listened intently as the demon described the lands he was around. It was a description befitting of a place in which the War of the Ancients was taking place.
"So...it seems I haven't been transported to a different world entirely..." he thought to himself as the wandering demon finished their discourse.
So he was lost in thought about the implications of such things, when he was asked about his place of origin, and the offer of companionship. At that moment he remembered his original objective of getting back to his homeland, to House Avernus.
He started looking around in search of the familiar mountain range, birthplace of the ancestral black mist. As he was doing this, he answered the new inquiry set by the demon.
"Not so distant as you may have been led to believe..." he said as he recognized a familiar landscape in the distance. Eager to go there, but intrigued about the stranger's offer, he contained his impulses.
"How do I know you are to trust?" he asked as he directed a piercing gaze to the demon. "If my memory serves, Lucifer and his servants aren't known for being trustworthy".
"O, man of mist! I am Rahovart, servant of Hell. I serve the King of Red. O, you are quite fearsome, yes! Will you strike me down? My concern grows."
Abaddon stared at the figure that inquired him, his obscured face beneath his dark helmet showing a bit of disbelief.
He walked around them a bit, examining them with his eyes, making mental note of various details that could bring some answers to his current situation. He had sensed that the demon halfling standing in front of him had formed a pact with Lucifer, an old acquaintance of his.
"Perhaps they could help shed some light into what has happened to me" the dark lord thought.
As he was entertaining this thought, Abaddon had manifested his mist sword, and pointed its edge towards the half-demon.
"As much as it would entertain me to bring you physical harm…" he said as he used the tip of his sword to emphasize his sentence.
He promptly vanished his sword, and continued. “Right now I’m in a much more dire need of…information.”
"Tell me what you know about this world."
[OPEN] Something went wrong (Re-Introduction into current world)
Abaddon approached the cabin in the woods with haste, opening the door without measuring the consequences, and what received him in the other side wasn't the inside of the cabin, but an abbyss of pure darkness that engulfed him. With no time to escape, the lord had fallen into the dark portal. Abaddon was forcibly transformed into his mist form while travelling the infinite darkness, but he could still see faint images of different places and people. For a time that seemed like months, Abaddon kept heading towards an unknown destination. Finally, he reached the end of the dark tunnel, and what he found at the exit was... The outside of the cabin, in the middle of the woods. Some things were different as he remembered them. Pugna wasn't there. His spectral horse was also gone. He could also sense a great deal of events had transpired in the world. Surprised, but not overly confused, Abaddon decided that his first move should be to head towards House Avernus and ask about this world to whoever he encountered on the way.
[[what i need to know is if Pugna is still with me]]
[[EXPECT ME TO COME BACK SOON]]
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