Time passes as he waits for the 'hero' to arrive. Surrounded by the winding spires of Amaurot, he intends to watch as they descend into madness provoked by the overabundance of light.
Though without warning, The world is suddenly flooded with thick wisps of darkness. Emet-Selch looks on from a diminutive square as the lights of the city blink out one by one,Ā consumed by the encroaching shadows. And as each 'shade' turns to put its arms up in a meager effort to shield themselves from it, he can't help but see in it the similarity to the Final Days.Ā
Thoughts of the past are all-consuming within that dark; reconstruction of moments past, familiar places, friends lost, and occurrencesĀ that often consumed his thoughts withĀ grief. He hears echoes of them, and even reaches out at the distant illusion of a place and a people he'd lost long ago pleading for them to 'wait', only to see them once again fade into nothing.
There is soon an all-consuming quiet.
1. RebirthĀ
And then, the crystal around him bursts.
He lingers on his knees in the wet dampness of the crystal shards, all he can do is breathe for a few short moments. He bears just enough strength to look up at the cave thatĀ surrounds him - A place of unfamiliar design filled with all manner of spectacular-looking stones.
There are also people. Real tangible voices are somewhere nearby.Ā He tilts his head in their direction so he can 'see' them, but theirĀ aether is nowhere to be seen. Emet-Selch tilts his head to look elsewhere - at some of theĀ landscape nearby - and finds no sight of aether there either. Where is this place?
Being weary in both mind and body, he manages to sit back and foldsĀ his arms. Although it's more about the lack of heat more than modesty.
"You," He demands of the other person nearby,Ā also surrounded by crystal of their own. "Where are we?"
2. Captivity - Firebrand
It's not long before he's whiskedĀ off by those unfamiliar. Their robes bear no crests that he's seen, but they are militarily organized and equippedĀ for the task they intend to complete.Ā
The strange snaking material binds him and, for a moment, he feels the familiar haze of enchantment from it. Which soon becomes apparent when his body stands up at their commend with no volition of his own. Emet-Selch only manages a poisonous glare in protest at first.Ā
They proceed outside where a raging river and a thin pathway await. One false step and they could all be dragged down the cliff, tied together as they are by these strange subjugations. He notices his fellow prisoner stray too close to theĀ edge of the cliff and he manages to gather enough will to reach for their arm and yank them back towards a more sturdy path. "If you fall, then we all likely share the same fate." He chastises crisply.Ā
3. Waiting
It's been a long day of being carted around like cattle. They traveled through a forest - yet again one unfamiliar to him - and then through ruins which were just as unusual. The night was soon to fall and they are provided with bedrolls that barely have enough linen to be called 'bed rolls'. Emet-Selch examines it, leers at theĀ solider that provided to him as if itsĀ mere existence is an insult, and lays it in the grass. If laying a bedroll in the grass could come across as an act of defiance, then he would have accomplished that.
Emet-Selch sits on his piteous bedroll and looks to the person nearest to him. He examines them criticallyĀ for a moment before saying, "And how did you find yourself here?"
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Emet-Selch | Final Fantasy XIV | Firebrand
Time passes as he waits for the 'hero' to arrive. Surrounded by the winding spires of Amaurot, he intends to watch as they descend into madness provoked by the overabundance of light.
Though without warning, The world is suddenly flooded with thick wisps of darkness. Emet-Selch looks on from a diminutive square as the lights of the city blink out one by one,Ā consumed by the encroaching shadows. And as each 'shade' turns to put its arms up in a meager effort to shield themselves from it, he can't help but see in it the similarity to the Final Days.Ā
Thoughts of the past are all-consuming within that dark; reconstruction of moments past, familiar places, friends lost, and occurrencesĀ that often consumed his thoughts withĀ grief. He hears echoes of them, and even reaches out at the distant illusion of a place and a people he'd lost long ago pleading for them to 'wait', only to see them once again fade into nothing.
There is soon an all-consuming quiet.
1. RebirthĀ
And then, the crystal around him bursts.
He lingers on his knees in the wet dampness of the crystal shards, all he can do is breathe for a few short moments. He bears just enough strength to look up at the cave thatĀ surrounds him - A place of unfamiliar design filled with all manner of spectacular-looking stones.
There are also people. Real tangible voices are somewhere nearby.Ā He tilts his head in their direction so he can 'see' them, but theirĀ aether is nowhere to be seen. Emet-Selch tilts his head to look elsewhere - at some of theĀ landscape nearby - and finds no sight of aether there either. Where is this place?
Being weary in both mind and body, he manages to sit back and foldsĀ his arms. Although it's more about the lack of heat more than modesty.
"You," He demands of the other person nearby,Ā also surrounded by crystal of their own. "Where are we?"
2. Captivity - Firebrand
It's not long before he's whiskedĀ off by those unfamiliar. Their robes bear no crests that he's seen, but they are militarily organized and equippedĀ for the task they intend to complete.Ā
The strange snaking material binds him and, for a moment, he feels the familiar haze of enchantment from it. Which soon becomes apparent when his body stands up at their commend with no volition of his own. Emet-Selch only manages a poisonous glare in protest at first.Ā
They proceed outside where a raging river and a thin pathway await. One false step and they could all be dragged down the cliff, tied together as they are by these strange subjugations. He notices his fellow prisoner stray too close to theĀ edge of the cliff and he manages to gather enough will to reach for their arm and yank them back towards a more sturdy path. "If you fall, then we all likely share the same fate." He chastises crisply.Ā
3. Waiting
It's been a long day of being carted around like cattle. They traveled through a forest - yet again one unfamiliar to him - and then through ruins which were just as unusual. The night was soon to fall and they are provided with bedrolls that barely have enough linen to be called 'bed rolls'. Emet-Selch examines it, leers at theĀ solider that provided to him as if itsĀ mere existence is an insult, and lays it in the grass. If laying a bedroll in the grass could come across as an act of defiance, then he would have accomplished that.
Emet-Selch sits on his piteous bedroll and looks to the person nearest to him. He examines them criticallyĀ for a moment before saying, "And how did you find yourself here?"
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