Reaching the End to Begin

[Deimian Kyrikk]

Name: Personal Stuff
Requirements: Approved Character
Job: You need to deal with something personal. Anyone can GM it. No world changing things, nothing lore heavy. (Can be the player once, can be the GM once a month per player.)
Bonus: Be the GM +2 exp
Payout: +3 exp, Random Loot Roll

Deimian arose from his tent, set up in the forest just outside Cabal. He could tell the sun hadn't risen just yet by the way the cool crisp of the night still hung in the air. When his bare, calloused feet stepped out of the fabric of his temporary home, he could feel the dew residing on each blade. The birds were in the process of waking up as well; as he rolled up his cot, and took down the tent, he could hear the chirps and coos slowly increase. With a cord, he tied the cot and tent to the bag in which he carried his possessions. His already sore feet began to roam again as he stepped through the forest, giving him sensations of insects, sticks, pebbles, roots, leaves, fungus, leaves, grass and of course, the soil.

He had been traveling for a year now; only a week ago did he separate with the Aedrian trio he had set out with. They had stopped for several days in many places along the trips. They repeatedly said rest was important, but in truth he was eager to get to Cabal to discover others with powers, especially those that wouldn't put him down. Of course, he also looked to remove what remnant of powers the spirit had given him. 

But for now, he had a forest to navigate through, with nothing but his cane and backpack. 

[Thorn Wyatt]

While he walks through the forest, there's the faint sound of footsteps coming from somewhere ahead of Deimian.

[Deimian Kyrikk]

Deimian felt a twitch of fear at the sound and stopped.

"Hello??"

[Thorn Wyatt]

The footsteps abruptly stop at the sound of his voice.

There’s nothing but the sound of his own breathing, not even the wind or normal sounds of birds.

[Deimian Kyrikk]

Deimian walked further, his cane examining the area. 

"Please, if you will, speak to me so that I may know you are here." 

[Thorn Wyatt]

The silence continues.

Then, there's a soft male voice off to Deimian's right.

"Who are you?"

[Deimian Kyrikk]

Deimian's head turned so that his left ear would face directly toward the sound. "I am Deimian Kyrikk of Aedria. And who are you, friend?"

[Thorn Wyatt]

"A traveler."

The voice says, this time coming from behind Deimian.

"A guardian."

This time from in front of him, though there's obviously no one standing there.

"Why are you passing through my woods?"

[Deimian Kyrikk]

In distress of his physical senses, Deimian's body twisted back and forth, and his head tilted and twitched restlessly. His hearing focus was complicated by the sound of the things in his bag and the rustle of the leaves at his feet, though he attempted to minimalize the sounds of each to the best of his ability. 

"I seek Cabal, Territory two five nine. And that is my destination." He nearly decided to let that be the end of his answer, but decided after a brief moment to add, "I assure you I only pass through. I mean no harm."

[Thorn Wyatt]

Finally, the voice calls out from right in front of him.

"Boo."

The man standing in front of him gives hysterical laughter, as if this were the funniest joke ever told.

[Deimian Kyrikk]

Deimian shivered and went back a couple steps. With the hysterical laughter, he couldn't help but to chuckle nervously.

"Yes... yes that was, rather startling I must say." Deimian wasn't sure what else to say. 

[Thorn Wyatt]

"C'mon, that was a good one! 'Guardian', 'Traveler', all dramatic and stuff."

He goes to put an arm around Deimian's shoulders and neck, like a loose headlock.

"You need to lighten up, man."

[Deimian Kyrikk]

Deimian shivered at the suddenly physical interaction, and he instantly felt uncomfortable. 

"I suppose you're right, it's just not too easy when you cannot see."

[Thorn Wyatt]

"You can't see...?"

He suddenly lets go of Deimian.

"Oh, sorry! Geez, it feels like I'm picking on you, now..."

[Deimian Kyrikk]

Deimian chuckles nervously again.

"All is forgiven, I assure you."

When either of the two spoke, he faced the stranger as best he could without sight.