[The Void is not, and never has been, a place anyone could consider to be particularly hospitable. Indeed, were it something that he had had any particular choice about, Emet-Selch might never have deigned to set foot there. It is, after all, utterly useless for the purposes of a Rejoining, and while the Voidsent have their uses, there is no great need to journey into the Void to court their attention.
(There is the matter of his own aether potentially serving as a beacon to draw them to him, but most of the lesser Voidsent are no significant threat to him.)
He makes no effort to make himself particularly visible, as he makes his way through the gloom. Absent a physical host, the effort of manifesting a visible presence is something that takes aether. Something that might be better spent fighting when he should have need, not announcing his presence to any more of the local denizens then is strictly necessary.
It isn't until he comes across someone else wandering the Void - and a familiar someone at that - that he does otherwise. Admittedly, he does take a moment to wonder at the sheer coincidence of it all, but well. He'd be a fool to not take what advantage he can, and it's unlikely that the other man should be able to find his own way back out of the Void.
It takes but a moment's thought to manifest a properly visible form, though he eschews what he'd worn in the First for the more simple robes that mark him as an Ascian, and it's only then that he deigns to speak.]
[ This isn't Thancred's first foray into the spaces in between, into the darkness and the crushing, soulless planes that exist parallel and underneath...but that doesn't mean he enjoys it in the least. The Void lives up to its name, and even without any ability to taste the aether, to draw it for himself, he can feel the absence of light profoundly, the soul-sucking energy of the place, and he can't for the life of him remember what step he mistook to arrive here.
He wanders carefully, eyes and ears ever alert, unsure even now what exactly to simply pray for, to hope for, to escape. To return. He won't survive here alone.
A far too familiar and nearly entirely unwelcome voice answer his brooding thoughts all too soon, and Thancred does not hold back the sigh that escape him, eyes closing slowly then snapping open as he steels himself. He doesn't bother to draw a weapon, merely turns to look fully upon exactly who he expects to see. ]
Thought I'd take a stroll, see the sights. The atmosphere leaves something to be desired.
[ There are probably Ascians he'd like to see less. Probably. ]
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(There is the matter of his own aether potentially serving as a beacon to draw them to him, but most of the lesser Voidsent are no significant threat to him.)
He makes no effort to make himself particularly visible, as he makes his way through the gloom. Absent a physical host, the effort of manifesting a visible presence is something that takes aether. Something that might be better spent fighting when he should have need, not announcing his presence to any more of the local denizens then is strictly necessary.
It isn't until he comes across someone else wandering the Void - and a familiar someone at that - that he does otherwise. Admittedly, he does take a moment to wonder at the sheer coincidence of it all, but well. He'd be a fool to not take what advantage he can, and it's unlikely that the other man should be able to find his own way back out of the Void.
It takes but a moment's thought to manifest a properly visible form, though he eschews what he'd worn in the First for the more simple robes that mark him as an Ascian, and it's only then that he deigns to speak.]
Well. This is a surprise. Lost, are you?
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He wanders carefully, eyes and ears ever alert, unsure even now what exactly to simply pray for, to hope for, to escape. To return. He won't survive here alone.
A far too familiar and nearly entirely unwelcome voice answer his brooding thoughts all too soon, and Thancred does not hold back the sigh that escape him, eyes closing slowly then snapping open as he steels himself. He doesn't bother to draw a weapon, merely turns to look fully upon exactly who he expects to see. ]
Thought I'd take a stroll, see the sights. The atmosphere leaves something to be desired.
[ There are probably Ascians he'd like to see less. Probably. ]