If only Tio knew Nir's thoughts on the matter. If only he knew the duty he would carry out after this, against Faldrun at his weakest, with the help of Qylios herself too. It was true; this was a time of great opportunities, for those that were willing to take them. But his own dreamscape had granted him an epiphany that marred those thoughts at once. Such power cannot be left unchecked. No matter how deep it would be buried, no matter how much of it would be used, the divine power of the Immortals could not simply be removed from the world and banished to nothingness. Someone would find a way to tap into it. Someone would take advantage of it, and then... and then a new Faldrun would rise, just as bad or worse still, and they would not make the same mistakes as their predecessor. Could he trust someone to wield that power responsibly? Could he trust himself, should he take it up in their stead? But he didn't want it. He didn't want that power. He'd known simplicity his whole life and found it suited him perfectly. Just him, a forest and some animal friends and that was all he needed.
"I don't know. I wasn't even aware of it until after I'd been thrown here, and... well, since I'm a wolf now, I don't even know if I can activate these powers like this. In here." He rolled his shoulders like a shrug. "There was something though." Faldrun. Meeting him, feeling that ache in his chest, watching the power drain out of him... there was something undeniable about that sensation. Just thinking about it, he could feel it starting up again, but it just pulsed idly, like a second heartbeat. There was nothing else to reach out to. "I think I can siphon the power of others. In a dream, I did it to Faldrun. But... I don't really know anything about how it works for real." Useful to know that this Immortal heritage could be more than just a stark reminder of how much he'd been screwed over by Immortals recently. Including Vri. For all the gratitude he felt for being resurrected, it was plain as day that it was solely because he could be used as a pawn, yet again.
"But yes, there are monsters. Not here; in and around the Dreamscapes. One of them attacked me, it... it looked like some hideous combination of man and horse, wielding twisted swords. I think it might be my fault, though. I suppose I don't really look like I belong in a place like that. I'm not human. I'm not whatever the hell you are. I don't really know what Vri made me into, or why I can't transform." Was he a ghost? Could ghosts travel to Emea like this? So many unanswered questions. Vri hadn't really been one to explain anything though - just giving him enough to know the name of where he was meant to be going, and then throwing him through a portal into the middle of nowhere. "Either way, I can handle myself. Mostly. I'm not alone, after all." Greyhide gave a light chuckle.
Still, glancing down to that new mark on his fur after the alien sensation, there was an unmistakable sigh of relief. "What are you, an Immortal now? Granting Marks to people?" He chuckled softly at the irony of it all, but he couldn't decide whether he actually wanted to hear the answer or not. "You've got to show me how you do that sometime." It didn't look too hard, after all. "Okay. That done, I... I'm going to start. I know it's probably not here, but honestly I don't really know or understand what we're looking for. Or this place we're searching for it in. The last thing either of us want is to go so far out we can never find our way back again... and then discover that it was right under our noses this entire time." After all, this was his life on the line. They had to be thorough, because if they didn't find it... well. "As soon as I'm confident there's nothing else to find, or if anything else happens, I'll have Cold sniff you out and we'll meet up again. Meanwhile, prepare yourself, I suppose." He didn't know how to prepare, or what to prepare, but it seemed like the right thing to say for the time.
Then, with a nod, he reached backwards to the point he'd started at and found that all-too-familiar pulling sensation of familiarity. For him, it was taking a single step, like hopping over stepping stones... but all that space he was stepping across so far down below suddenly became distance spread so very far away, an before he really understood it, he was alone once again, Tio and his castle and pirate ship dreamscape all impossibly small specks in the distance. "Still got a feel on him?"
"Mmm." Cold frowned slightly. "It's faint, but I can figure it out." Good enough. Because they still had a lot of ground to cover.
"I don't know. I wasn't even aware of it until after I'd been thrown here, and... well, since I'm a wolf now, I don't even know if I can activate these powers like this. In here." He rolled his shoulders like a shrug. "There was something though." Faldrun. Meeting him, feeling that ache in his chest, watching the power drain out of him... there was something undeniable about that sensation. Just thinking about it, he could feel it starting up again, but it just pulsed idly, like a second heartbeat. There was nothing else to reach out to. "I think I can siphon the power of others. In a dream, I did it to Faldrun. But... I don't really know anything about how it works for real." Useful to know that this Immortal heritage could be more than just a stark reminder of how much he'd been screwed over by Immortals recently. Including Vri. For all the gratitude he felt for being resurrected, it was plain as day that it was solely because he could be used as a pawn, yet again.
"But yes, there are monsters. Not here; in and around the Dreamscapes. One of them attacked me, it... it looked like some hideous combination of man and horse, wielding twisted swords. I think it might be my fault, though. I suppose I don't really look like I belong in a place like that. I'm not human. I'm not whatever the hell you are. I don't really know what Vri made me into, or why I can't transform." Was he a ghost? Could ghosts travel to Emea like this? So many unanswered questions. Vri hadn't really been one to explain anything though - just giving him enough to know the name of where he was meant to be going, and then throwing him through a portal into the middle of nowhere. "Either way, I can handle myself. Mostly. I'm not alone, after all." Greyhide gave a light chuckle.
Still, glancing down to that new mark on his fur after the alien sensation, there was an unmistakable sigh of relief. "What are you, an Immortal now? Granting Marks to people?" He chuckled softly at the irony of it all, but he couldn't decide whether he actually wanted to hear the answer or not. "You've got to show me how you do that sometime." It didn't look too hard, after all. "Okay. That done, I... I'm going to start. I know it's probably not here, but honestly I don't really know or understand what we're looking for. Or this place we're searching for it in. The last thing either of us want is to go so far out we can never find our way back again... and then discover that it was right under our noses this entire time." After all, this was his life on the line. They had to be thorough, because if they didn't find it... well. "As soon as I'm confident there's nothing else to find, or if anything else happens, I'll have Cold sniff you out and we'll meet up again. Meanwhile, prepare yourself, I suppose." He didn't know how to prepare, or what to prepare, but it seemed like the right thing to say for the time.
Then, with a nod, he reached backwards to the point he'd started at and found that all-too-familiar pulling sensation of familiarity. For him, it was taking a single step, like hopping over stepping stones... but all that space he was stepping across so far down below suddenly became distance spread so very far away, an before he really understood it, he was alone once again, Tio and his castle and pirate ship dreamscape all impossibly small specks in the distance. "Still got a feel on him?"
"Mmm." Cold frowned slightly. "It's faint, but I can figure it out." Good enough. Because they still had a lot of ground to cover.