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Al'therin Romdor'es

A warrior on a lost path, far from home...Desperate for adventure, and a new life.

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a character in “Homdale: On a dying planet.”, as played by The Heliumite

Description

- Age: 25
- Male
- Tall, Medium build. Though his he dose not look as strong as most men, Al'therin can take on most that doubles in size and weight.
-Lightly tanned. His hair is worn down, Shoulder length. Wavy dark brown hair.
-Neatly trimmed goatee.
-His eyes turn from green to a strange violate color at times in battle.
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Personality:( Before he forgot what his old life was).
-Can be cocky when need be.
-Representative of his kingdom, and the mages quarter of Cornath. Striving to become ambassador of Cornath.
-Flirty with woman, asshole to most men who overestimate him.
-Loves to rescue damsels in distress.

Equipment and Abilities:
-A master of the arcane. A brilliant swordsman.
-Can create portals and wormholes to other parts of the realm Cornath and Hembree. He later figures out a way to create a hole that allows him to travel to different worlds.
-His main weapon is a right handed curved sword, and a curved dagger that is hidden in his sash.

Historical Background:
- He was an Orphan for as long as he could remember. His parents abandoned him in a thick wooded area one day when he was very young. It was so long ago that he cannot even remember there faces. He stumbled upon Cornath a couple of days after his abandonment. No one could watch a starving child walk back the kingdom with out being brought into the orphan shelter. After a couple of years of residing in the Orphanage, he started to develop powers, like levitating objects. Most children of the shelter did not like playing with him because they thought he was weird for doing some of the things he did. When he reached the age of ten, his abilities were recognized by one of the magisters in the Mages Quarter of Cornath, after getting into a brawl with another orphan boy, he pushes the boy who was beating him up into a puddle of water which he freezes instantly and then runs off in fear the boy will break free and beat him again.

-The Magister that witnessed the fight was Magister Sabian Romdor'es. He was assistant to the Headmaster of the Mages Quarter. He follows the child through the pub ally ways and manages to catch up to him. He then tells Al that he's special. More special than any orphan in that shelter. Sabian expalins that Al has powers that he can learn to control, if he would come live in the Mages Quarter. Al did not think twice about options, and agreed to go with him. Al was to be schooled in the arts of wizardry and fed well, and taught by real magisters and battlemages. Sabain renames Al to Al'therin, stating that as his new name as a wizard. His training would be hard and strenuous, but all the power that he could grasp for the good of man kind, and to be with people like himslef, were all he ever wanted. He met friends, and rivals.

-After ten years of studying and training under Magister Sabian, Al'therin was ready to choose his path of wizardry. He chose the Battlemage path, that of his Master. He also took on the last name of Romdor'es. Sabian treated him like the son he never had, so when he offered his name to his Student, Al'therin excepted with honor.

-The first and only task Al was ever sent on, he was never seen again. He was to travel to the peak of the Whitespine mountains, deal with a rumor of a strange black hole in the "Cave", and be done with his task. little did he know that this "Black Hole" was a portal to another realm, in time and in space. He will never be able to go back to Cornath. He will never be able to see his friends and fellow students again. He will never see Sabian Romdor'es again.

-Al'therin travels to the peak of the highest point of the mountain range, White Spire. He discovers this cave and enters at his own risk. He never comes out. He is never seen again. By the time Al'therin comes to his senses, he realizes that he had blacked out. How long, he did not know. He was bearded. He knew he was adrift in time and in space. He knew he could never go home. He had to start a new life somewhere, but he was having the hardest time remembering who he was. He knows he is Al'therin Romdor'es, but questions himself on how he was given this name. He needs to know how long he was sleeping for. Adrift in space, he can see galaxies and planets, though he dose not know them to be called this. He can go anywhere. He can feel a strange power building in him... urging him to go forward. But where? This is where Al'therin begins his adventure, his new life. His new purpose. All he needs to do is choose a path.

-He awakens on a dying planet called, Homdale. But why...why can't he remember anything? Why can't he remember his past.

So begins...

Al'therin Romdor'es's Story

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The sand that surronds Al'therin burns. Burns so bad that he wakes from his slumber. Opening his eyes, he can see nothing but bright fuzzy light and red all around. After about a minute his eyes begin to finally focus. He can see nothing but barren sands, mountains afar and a dead forest only a couple miles away. He attempts to stand, struggling to use his feet. Al'therin dose not know how long he was sleeping for. He dose not even remember what life was before he arrived on this strange place. All he knows is his name, but tries desperately to jog his memory to remember how he was even named to begin with. Nothing comes to his mind. He tries once again to get on his feet and stand.
"Ooph, this is harder than it seems" Al says to himself. "One would think standing would be an ease to accomplish." Al'therin notices that not only is it hard to stand, but his skin is raw and tender to the touch. He is very badly sun burned even for his tanned skin. He notices the trees. "Shade." Al'therin says to himself.
"I have to make it to that tree line, and fast. "Al'therin struggle to his feet, but manages to do so. The feeling of standing is strange and off set feeling. But he puts one foot in front of the other. The feeling in his legs return after seconds of walkings. Al'therin then notices that he has a knife tucked in the front of his sash. He stops, takes it out, and stares intently on it. The jewels and gemstones that are embedded in the hilt sparkle in the sun, and reflect colors of red, green, blue and purple on Al'therins face. The blade is curved and neatly serrated near the hilt.
"This is a beautiful blade." Al tell himself. "I do wonder how i acquired such a thing." Al tucked it back in his sash, this time to the left side to avoid stabbing himself. The blade had no sheath to it. On he walked for what seemed like miles. He was wearing a robe when he awoke, the color or red and purple. He took it off, ripped it into multiple peaces and began to wrap his his for-arms. Next were his legs. His legs were never exposed to the sunlight, but he warped his boots up to his shins in robe wrappings to prevent unwanted sand to fall in his boots. He took the last peace of wrapping and wrapped his face and head, letting his hair pock out the bottom, still shoulder length. He wore a light white shirt in the shape of a buttoned up vest. His boots were made of leather.
He makes it to this dead barren forest and sits for a time, thankful for the little shade that the dead trees have to offer. After a short time, he brings himself back to his feet. He stands in place and wonders if maybe he's actually dead? Maybe this is why he has no memory of his past? He stares out on the horizon on the edge of the dead forest, and notices a tall black shaft. This thing, or tower if you will, is so tall that it reaches to the sky, so the top is unseeable.
"What i would give for a sack of water. Everything around me is dead. No rivers, no streams. I doubt there are even oceans around and if there is, that to is probably dead and lifeless." Al then feels a surge through his body. A feeling that he thinks he has never felt in his lifetime. It urges im to go forward, to enter this Tower, and find salvation. He hopes it brings salvation... He proceeds to the east, through the dead forest and out into the desert again. His destination is the tower...

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The Journey that seemed so close, ended up being a days walk at most. Like most deserts, it was bloody hot in the day and would chill you to the bone at night. This desert did the same, but the effects also felt like it doubled at that. Al'therin could see the tower. It was visible by night from the brightness of the three strange moons the planet had in orbit. In the morning he would arrive at his destination. The night was freezing. Sleeping was almost an impossibility. He knew that the more one would shiver, the more warmth that would person would create. That didn't seem to be working to well for Al. There was a bitter wind coming from the west, so even trying to stay warm didn't help when cold air was beating down on Al's head and down the openings of his vest.
"Damn this cold." Al said. "Damn it all." He stared at the tower again with nothing but the sound of wind in the background. No animals or insects, or even humanoids for that matter. He fell asleep, with the last thing he looked at being the tower.

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The morning came quicker for Al'therin than he had hoped. How long he had been laying there, he did not know. When he awoke, the sun was directly above him, meaning it wasn't morning, but mid-afternoon. Though he was covered thoroughly with his torn robe trappings to prevent further burns, he had sweat too much while in slumber, leaving him soaked with dehydration. Al'therin quickly sat up to gaze at his surroundings. He was still here, in this dying unknown land.
"I must be dead. I have to be." Al'therin said to himself. "It's a little too hot for heaven though."
Al attempted to stand. He got up with no problem, then keeled over and dry heaved until his gut felt like he was being stabbed, over and over. He took the dagger from his side, just to make sure he really wasn't being stabbed. He sat there for a minute or two until the feeling in his stomach passed. He stood and took another long gaze, to the east, west, south and north. Nothing but a dead, dry barren wasteland. The trees were dead, the rivers were dry, the ocean bottom that he awoke in the first day he was here was dead as well. Even the mountains to the far north looked like the strange red, gold and brown color of the sand here. He was no longer sweating, but it felt like he was. It was a cold feeling. His head was hot. He was getting sick and he was in need of sustenance if was wanting to get better. There was nothing he could do but hasten his travel as quick as he could even in his condition, to the strange tower on the horizon.
On he walked, for hours it seemed like. The tower was directly in front of him. It would not be long until he arrived. He began to pacen up his approach, through the hot sad that was almost blinding to look at from the suns reflection. The tower truly did appear to shoot to the heavens. The closer he was to the tower, the more he could see the top. Stuck in wonder of the strange black structure, Al was not paying attention to his surrounding. He tripped over something with the weight of steel about it. He fell face first in the sand. Feeling dumbfounded, he turned around quickly to see what it was that had made him fall and feel like a fool. He crawled on his hands and knees and picked up what appeared to be a long, curved sword. He was in wonder struck. "What would a blade be doing all the way out here, in a desert for that matter." Al said to himself. "Expertly crafted. The smith put a lot of time and effort into this beauty. Why do I know this?" Al stood back on his feet, the hilt of the blade in his right hand and the tip of the blade itself resting in his left. "How [i]could[/i] I know this? I don't even know myself." He became frustrated with so many questions to ask and no one around to answer them. He Proceeded to walk towards the tower once more, while examining the blade. Again, he stopped. His mind was struck with yet, another question as he read an inscription on the blade, near the bottom towards the hilt. It read, "To my dearest son Al'therin. With love, Sabian." How could this be? This was HIS sword, but he didn't know this. Let alone how to use one. He tried desperately to jog his memory. Lifting his head up, he hadn't realized that he had begun to walk again. He was at the tower. A broken black wall surrounded it. It too looked as if it had been dead for years, just like everything around him was. He brushed the thoughts of the inscription to the side, and fell to his knees. Sword still clutched in his right hand, he took his left and ripped the robe trappings from his head, letting his dark, wavy brown hair blow in the wind. He had done it. He had found his salvation.

"Hello!!" Al'therin yelled. "Anybody there! Hello!" There was no response. No one came to greet him. His hope for salvation was lost. He could feel a fever building up in him. The sickness was getting worse. He fell once again to his knees. Letting exhaustion take over. He glanced to the north and notice two blurry figures. They were approaching the tower as well.
"Hello...!" Al'therin said, putting his left arm out, reaching for them as if they were right in front of him. He collapsed once again from exhaustion and let the fever take over.

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Golden paused to lick her blistered paws. She was nearing the tower but the closer she got the more disheartened she began to feel. This was no tree as she had first thought. It looked to be made of black stone, with no bark or leaves. It was something foreign to her—much like everything else in this land.

Her ears pricked forward at the sound of shouting. As sun burnt as her ears were she was able to pick out two, maybe three voices. She started towards the closest voice, the one that also seemed closest to the tower. She sniffed the air hoping for some clue as to who might be shouting but all she could smell was heat and sand and sweat. Golden had never met a human before and did not know how to identify one.

When she finally came to the foot of the tower she found a figure collapsed in the sand. With her tail tucked and ears backed she inched towards the figure, ready to run at any sign of movement. Her oval pupils narrowed to a slit. In this bright light her eyes were not the best thing to rely on but she was able to figure out that this person had dark brown hair and had his arms and legs wrapped in cloth. When he did not move for a time she inched closer.

She twitched her long tail, hesitant but also overwhelmed by curiosity. At such close range not even her golden fur provided camouflage--unless the collapsed figure was nearly blind. Golden doubted that. Rather than getting any closer and risking harm to herself she projected a thought into the mans mind. Morphings all had this power of communicating however they never used language, only images. This particular image she sent was of her home world. A place with trees that dwarfed the tower they were near, with leaves as big as her. In this projected image she included her pack mates--five other morphings. Three of them with black and brown fur, and two with black. Each of them having their own distinct features in regards to eye color and types of hair.

She doubted that this... other... would have any understanding but it was a chance she was willing to take. At this point the other two, she had decided it was two voices that sounded quite similar, were to far off to concern herself with them.

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Beautiful. Just beautiful. These jungles and forests...are just simply...beautiful.

Al was dreaming. At least he thought he was. He felt an intense stabbing pain in his mind. His brain felt like it was turning to mashed potatoes. He snapped his eyes open. The burning sensation of the sun and hot sand greeted him, hello.

There was a creature stirring about. Al'therin knew this, for as he lay where he was, he could hear something sniffing at him. He dared not move. Even if he tried, he would most likely keel over and vomit once more. He could feel an awful headache forming from the lack of food and liquids. "I don't even remember when the last time i ate was." His best guess was that the creature was hungry. He didn't blame it. Even though Al technicaly can't see the creature, one could only asume he would be eaten. He looked dead. Felt, dead.

He thought to himself for another minute to try and stand, to see what this new visitor really wanted. How could he have not noticed this before? He then thought that maybe those two figures to the north were actually a man and a dog, and that maybe the man is as wonder struck as Al felt that there was other life on in this god forsaken place. He needed to act quickly if what he was wanting to do was going to work. He could feel the sword still clutched in his right hand, his dagger, tucked deeply in the left side of his sash.

Al quickly whirled around on his back, and pointed the blade at the creature. It had four legs and looked as if it were a crossbreed between a wolf and a cat. Its fur was golden.

"What are you! And where have you come from!" Al yelled at the creature. Why was he screaming at a damned animal.

"Get back you! Get back!" Al screamed once more. "I know how to use thi-" He cut him self off. Al grabbed his gut, trying hard to hold in the vomit that he was going to release. He keeled over on his knees.

"Whaaaa!" This time, instead of dry heaving, green and red bile flung out. His insides were taking a turn for the worse. It felt like they were now ripped in half.

"Wa-water. I n-need water-r." Al said, then he fell face first in the sand.
He blacked out.

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The heat felt to be literally draining the life from Vas as he tried to imagine the pain his brother was going threw. They staggered arms around each others shoulders through the golden burnt sienna sand. He could feel his satchel growing heavier with every step which only carried a legal pad of paper and a few wooden pencil's with matching sharpener, and his hair, which had been soaking all his sweat but was now running trails of sweat down his face and into his eye's. As they approach the tower Vas notices a human body laying down in what appears to be his own bodily fluids with a large wolf standing over it.

"Bro it may be the heat.... but that looks like a dead guy and a really big wolf..." he paused for a response while moving the hair from his face with his one free arm. "I for one don't intend on being eaten" reaching for his satchel he pulls out two pencils and holds them side by side in his palm.

Closing his eyes and focusing some of what was left of his energy on the atoms of the pencils, he fuses them together and arranges the natural wood atoms toward the bottom forming a hilt and exposing the graphite core. Next he focused on the carbon that composed the graphite picking up some sand with the same hand and bonding the protons of the sand with the protons of the graphite until each atom of graphite contains 22 protons and has chemically changed into titanium.

Holding his newly crafted titanium shank he thought to himself as they arrived at the tower "Nice Ice pick... what are you gonna do with that, the beasts already killed one person"he thinks to himself

"Still think this is a good idea?" He glances at his brother's answer then takes another look at the body laying in its own blood... or maybe it wasn't blood Vas wasn't sure now that he was up close, if it was, it wasn't the same color as his, meaning the body didn't come from earth, and by the looks of it neither did the wolf.

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By the reaction of the man Golden felt a growing concern for her own welfare. Not only was he yelling in a language she didn't understand he also drew something shiny. In reaction she immediately backed off, tail between her legs. It was clear he did not understand her intentions. When he collapsed in his own vomit Golden began to understand that he was ill. She cautiously licked at his face. By that time the other two humans were close to the tower and were also making sounds.

Backing away from the collapsed man she moved to the base of the tower and started to dig in the sand. She could not think of anything else that would result in finding water unless the sky suddenly broke open with an unlikely downpour of water. Sending sand flying all around her she removed the hottest layer. The coolness of what lay underneath felt nice on her blistered paws.

It took a long time for her to dig deep enough to find damp sand. By then she was panting heavily and her beautiful fur was growing dark with sweat. She paused to lay in the shadow of tower, placing her head on her paws. Being a Wolf Cat she was rather large compared to the other beings. She wondered how to communicate with them. Golden certainly did not speak their language and projecting images the first time did not seem at all successful.

The others were not large enough for her to fear them but she was still cautious. On her home planet she always felt small when she was with her pack mates.

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Roman's thoughts swayed like a pendulum as he tried to focus on moving towards the spire. He noticed his brother was helping him hold himself up. Normally he would have been disdainful of being cared for by his younger brother, but right now his state only allowed him to focus on the tower's draw.

"Bro it may be the heat.... but that looks like a dead guy and a really big wolf..."
"What does that mean to me? Do you want a pelt?" Roman retorted nasally as he pressed his shirt against his nose. The bleeding was slow but steady now.

Vas remained cautious around the creature. It was hairy, that much Roman had gathered, but he didn't sense any immediate danger. Vas, who had conjured an ice pick, was not so calm. In fact, his demeanor was a lot more aggressive than Roman was comfortable with. That is of course until the sight of Al's body became more than a blurry shade. Roman staggered back a step and fell to his knee, balancing himself with his hands.

"Still think this is a good idea?" said Vas
"Water was a good idea, whatever you're about to do is not."responded Roman now noticing the scene. The man was still breathing slightly, and there were no noticeable flesh-wounds.

"Wake him up Vas." he said after further thought. Vas began to retort, but Roman snapped back assured by his analysis. "Just do what I ask Vassi. This is not the time!" he said as his Russian accent began to slip through his struggling conscious.

After snapping he realized that his brother had come to a similar conclusion, that being this scene was not what they had first thought. The desert land and the dimensional travel had taken a fair toll on him. They were still a good ways from the spire itself, but they could clearly see the city that surrounded it, and the deadness that it held. As Roman's vision sharpened, he could see movement around the base of the spire. It was a creature. It was a horde of creatures. And they were big.

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Unsure of what to do in his current situation, Vas searched his mind for the the answers while still battling the heat stroke about to come over him. Help this random man laying motionless in the sand, or tend to his own needs. These where Vas' options

"Wake him up Vas." Roman demanded. "But we don't know..." Vas began, but he was cut off by his brothers snapping retort. "Just do what I ask Vassi. This is not the time!"

Vas stood in silence for a few moments before getting down and sticking both hands into the sand. Using the only resource available he rapidly vibrated the atoms of the sand until they solidified and formed a bowl of glass. He pulled the newly formed and rather large bowl from underneath the sand and emptied the excess sand from its basin. Next Vas grabbed his hair and rang it dry into the bowl almost filling it with sweat. Next was his shirt and once that was rung dry Vas had enough sweat for his next plan.

"Lets hope this works"He thought to himself.

Sticking both hands into the sweat fill bowl Vas focused on attracting all the sodium atoms to his hands much like a magnet would metal, after about 30 seconds of this he removed his hands along with the impurities from his sweat, leaving only drinkable water left inside the basin. Taking a sip to test the quality he shrugged.

"Eh it will have to do, although I don't taste that bad" Vas cracked a smile at his accomplishment and proceeded over to the motionless body "Hey if you can hear me I have drinkable water... Can you sit up to drink?" Vas kneeled next to the body and held out the bowl of clear liquid. keeping a close eye on the wolf and on his brother who seemed more troubled by the horizon.

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Golden found this strange ability of creating something from almost nothing disconcerting. She liked her idea of digging in the sand until she reached a water table but at the same time she still had to dig deeper. The sand was only damp, not wet yet. The heat was definitely taking its toll on her. She was used to darkness and dampness--everything here was the opposite.

As she continued to dig a low whine came from her throat. She was scared. She didn't know how to connect with any of the others and none of them seemed interested in connecting with her either.

The brothers already had a glass bowl of distilled sweat when brown water started to seep into Golden's sandy hole. She barked happily at the sight of the brown liquid. After lapping up a fee mouthfuls for herself she stood back for the others to admire her work. The water tasted the same as the sand, but it was there, just hidden far underground.

Pleased with her discovery, her long cat tail swayed happily and her tall ears pointed forward. Wolf Cats were always excellent at trusting their own instincts but Golden was rarely rewarded for her efforts. Having found water she now wished to focus on getting hydrated and then figuring out how to communicate with these other beings. She wondered if her secondary form would be more or less threatening, deciding she had little need to take that form here.

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The sun was dropping below the horizon and the heat was quickly turning into a cold all to similar to Roman's native mother Russia. The draw of the tower was now pulsing deep beneath the prismatic sand. The pulses at this distance were irregular, but they came in shallow waves across the sand.

"Sit him up and have him drink. If he won't wake up we need to pick him up and figure out a way to get into that tower." said Roman standing fully aware now with a stoic glare focused at the tower.

I dont know what those things are but they look like trouble. We're going to need all the help we can get.

Almost subconsciously he began to redistribute his mass to his legs, a trick he had learned for competition combat. He used the displaced mass to lift the almost lifeless body onto a nearby stone slab and began a steady march towards the tower.

"And you, creature, if you are of any use you should come along." he continued back at Golden.

The pulses of the sand were coming slower now as the sand went from a deep red to a dark blue. With each one the waves were larger, now plainly visible to everyone. If this pattern continued, they were in for one hell of a trek.

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"Sit him up and have him drink. If he won't wake up we need to pick him up and figure out a way to get into that tower." "A voice! Some one is here! And by god, it would appear they may have water!" Al thought to himself. He attempted to open his eyes. All he could see was brightness, and 2 dark figures. His vision was too clouded to be able to tell if they were human. He could still see that dog, cat thing. It looked harmless. It too was blurry like the other two figures. He fell back into a deep sleep, resting his eyes.

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Vas raised the man's body to a slumped position against the dark mortared brick and pulled his jaw downward to pour the water he conjured.

"Maybe I should try osmosis, force the water into his body" thought Vas as he began to pour.
"It s a simple combination of atoms, and Ive been waiting for a chance to try my power on living objects." as he continued to pour carefully Vas' contemplated atomic transmission, thinking how during the transfer of protons electrons and neutrons there was a chance that neutrons could collided, destroying them selves and causing what ever her was transferring to become radioactive and deadly.

"Oh not to mention if whole atoms collided" Vas shook his head as he finished his thought out loud

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The was refreshing. He could feel the coolness go down his raw, dry throat. It wasn't an instant reliefe, but it helped. He knew he was propped up against something. What it was, he did not know. He assumed the master of the cat dog was the one he aided him. That is, if it was the master. He attempted to open his eyes once more. He say the figure in front of him, and to his surprise, there was more than one. The cat dog was there, though in a hole that it looked like i dug. The man that was facing him was perched on one knee in front of him. His hair looked like that of a bush! His skin was also a brownish tan. There was one other. Behind him sat another dark skinned man. His hair was nothing like this mans, though. There features were very similar.
"They must be related." Al thought to himself.

He didn't know if should say anything to the strangers. But if they were the ones that helped him, he was grateful. He had qustions that need answering as well. He recovered some of his strength, he could tell. It was time to learn of this place.

"I thank you for the drink, friend." Al told the stranger with bushy hair. Speaking again was a nice feeling. But the raw feeling in his throat was still a nagging pain. It definitely didn't feel as bad though. "Where am I? How did i get here?"

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Vas now noticed the man had regained consciousness and now seemed to be back from the dead. although his voice sounded horribly raw, Vas could understand his speech. "Where am I? How did i get here?" The man asked

Vas shrugged and answered "I dont know where you are or how you got here we just found you laying in the sand next to this old tower with that wolf-cat thing standing over you." looking in his brothers direction he called out to him

"umm bro he's awake and asking questions, my jobs done." raising to his feet Vas extended out his arm for the stranger to help him stand once again.

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"I knew you both had to be related..." Al said through hoarse voice. "One could see it in your faces. Heh"
Al noticed the cat-dog. It didn't seek dangerous at all. It looked somewhat worried actually.

"Don't worry friendly creature. I won't hurt you and I believe these two men here mean you no harm." Al said to the thing. He felt dumb, hoping it would understand.
"My name..." Al had too swallow, his throat was still raw. "My name is Al'therin Romdor'es. And I have no memory of my past life. I woke up here in the desert. This is why a asked of the location we were in."

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Zarah could see them. These new visitors. There was one that looked sick. He was leaned up against a peace of the old fallen down wall that surrounded the remaining city. She dared not move from where she was spying on them. She was perched up in a climbable crevis that was in the wall. It was almost like a tunnel shape cut out. It was black, just like the rest of the old ruined wall. There were two others with him. Dark skinned humans. One was helping him drink water. The other, just sitting down, most likely from exhaustion. The man that looked ill also looked like he was going through the same thing. Heat exhaustion.

She wanted to confront them badly, but thought twice of her actions. "More survivors." She thought to herself. "I thought we were the only ones left. Perhaps there are more contries out there that have not suffered Ah'bur's wrath like we have." She thought about it for a split second, and tossed the thought away. "Or, they could be spies sent from the Dead City. They usually had Sand Hounds with them. That sure looks like one. It also looks like a cat though." Zarah though out loud.

She would wait until she could find evidence from afar and find a chance to strike.

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Golden rubbed her massive body against Al'therin. Her wolf like body stood half as tall as him. The rubbing was meant to be a consoling gesture. She hadn't realized how much the sun had weakened him. She was also suffering--the pads of her paws were still blistered and raw and her tongue remained dry despite the small bit of water she had been able to uncover. Able to see better in the growing darkness she surveyed the dead landscape.

Al'therin was leaning against a wall. Its stones were black and crumbling. About 200 yards ahead, opposite of the setting sun the tower stood. Spindly legged creatures seemed to guard the tower. Much closer to the, the brothers were arguing in that language that Golden struggled to understand. She had a much easier time reading the mens body language. Goldens stomach rumbled.

She wondered if the things near the tower could serve as her next meal. As the darkness grew however she realized they were actually more like the shiny metal that she had seen Al'therin holding. They would be hard and not at all suitable to eat. Golden huffed, and sniffed the air for a more likely prey.

She jumped up onto the crumbling wall. The black stones radiated with more heat than the sand around them. It irritated her paws and she was quick to jumpback down but a new smell had caught her attention. She swivelled her ears from side to side, growling low in her throat when she heard rocks tumble down from a crevis in part of the wall. She went to stand under Zarah's perch, hoping it was something to eat hiding there.

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Roman was feeling a sense of fear that was growing as he approached the tower and the creatures. He heard his brother, louder now, it was strange. He felt his legs give under him, and in that moment the draw seemed to retract back into the tower. He realized that it was his brother that had tackled him and that he had been walking to what very well may have been his death.

"You see those ruins over there. we'll rest over there for the night and tackle the spire when we all have our strength, you said you saw something.... do you really think you can take whatever it was you saw in your condition?" said Vas as the fog of the spire lifted from Roman's mind.

"No...I don't know..." he shook his head ,"Let's go back and set up camp. It'll be cold soon and I don't want to freeze to death." he finished as he brushed himself off and stood to his feet.

He couldn't bring himself to be annoyed by his brother for tackling him, this universe was playing tricks on him and he had enough trouble keeping his thoughts straight. Roman took the water his brother had handed to him and drank it. It felt like he was downing the essence of life itself. That small bit of water had done wonders for him, and with his spirit now a bit stronger, he was focused enough to make use of his skills.

Once he made it back to the group, he put his powers to work. Sticking his hands in the sand he drastically lowered it's density, sinking the group an inch into it before drastically increasing the mass making a holding ground. Next he created a strong gravitational field above their heads, shifting the low density sand into a dome above their heads.

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Golden stood on the sand beneath the woman, disappointed that she had not found food. Merely another being that looked much like the others and spouted more nonsensical noise at her. Although Golden thought she was beginning to understand what the speech. Or perhaps she was just growing more adept at reading their body language.

In response to what the woman said Golden projected the image of her home world into her mind. Accompanied by her pack which consisted of five others like herself. Meanwhile the brothers had returned to where Al'therin rested. One of them was making a shelter of sand. The strange ability to change the very substance of something still scared Golden but it did seem more useful that harmful.

She was getting the impression that everyone intended to settle down for the night--which made no sense to Golden. Night time seemed like the best time to travel. She sent an image of everyone sleeping during the day into Romans mind. Then an image of everyone walking at night. After looking at Al'therin again though it did seem like everyone needed a rest for this night at least.