Tson
CETA shouted, but apparently to no avail, the man did not seem to notice...
Maybe he was deaf? Physical malfunctions at a heightened service age were a common issue amongst the fleshlings if he remembered correctly.
After a while he had almost catched up with the man, he seemed to be pretty old, though even he was now almost walking by his side, he didn´t seem to notice him, his eyes fixated on the rock before him.
They were now almost three quarters the way up the hill...
gearshift48
Dark Storm headed into the corridor and began walking, behind him the steady steps of Arthur.
The corridor was otherwise silent, Arthur didn´t say anything and so the travel went on...
and on...
...Dark Storm looked up at a door, when had he reached this place?
He grabbed the handle, pushed it down and went through the door.
This place... was different.
As he looked around he saw the view of an village, a town at best, which seemed to come from somewhere in the medieval times, there was a plentitude of houses made of stones and wood, towards his left, in the distance, he could see a hill with a Mansion of sorts which felt somewhat... ominous and was mostly covered in fog, as he looked at the sky he noticed it was covered in clouds, it was raining.
Finally to his right, a bit further away, there was a gate in a stonewall, likely the entry of this place.
He heard a clicking and took a moment to realize what it had been, when he did, he turned around immedietly.
The door behind him had closed, he didn´t see any trace of CETA here... Arthur was gone as well.
Was he alone in this place now?
He looked around another time but couldn´t see anyone, it seemed to be quite early in teh morning, judging by the light and he was standing infront of some sort of bar or inn.
KrankysFirebrand48
The wormcreature looked at him, and then around the building...
"This, is my home, I have built it myself many dawns ago. Do you like it?"
The creature seemed to shudder, or shake, maybe in fear, or in excitements, Dhas couldn´t tell.
Before the creature could say anything else, or Dhas could ask any more questions, a voice came from the outside, an actual voice, no telepathy...
"Oi, anyone there?! I´m coming in peace and so on..."
The wormcreature looked past Dhas, through the door and tilted it´s head again.
Possibly it had never heard an actual 'voice' before...
More importantly, who did this voice belong to? It did not sound familiar.
CursedPh4nt0m
The woman looked at him for a few more moments apparently not quite convinced but then turned her attention towards the weapon...
"Appears to be a sort of projectile weapon, apparently more advanced than what we use around here, I´d advise you against using that here, but your instructor, wherever you may end up, can likely explain you better why."
After a few more moments she shoved the weapon back to his end of the table and took some notes into the document.
"In any case with your abilities you have a number of possible employments, Guard and Soldier come to mind first, you could work as an engineer apprentice or assistant in the trade and craft districts. If you are looking for something less permanent I would advise for a job in the storehouses, they tend to hire for the week. If you hold no animosity against non-humans, you could also work as a nightguard, but like soldier and guard that is a more permanent profession. Are you interested in any of these? I can write you a pass with a recommendation if you desire so, alternatively you can look for a job yourself."
Amazing_Goob
As he walked towards the line 'Prophet' was in, he began moving again, after a few moments he said something to the woman and put his weapon on the desk, the woman looked at the weapon shoved it back to 'Prophet' and made notes on the document, talking to him again afterwards.
As it seems Prophet didn´t notice him yet.
Infront of him in the line was an average sized humanoid, he, it looked male, wore a sort of oriental or traditional looking clothing and had three eyes, like him it was waiting for the line to move.