Resident President Meme
The afterlife was an interresting place to be sure.
Darlyn had no shortage of locals to meet and new areas to explore, that was the nature of the infinite after all. Or at least he understood it to be infinite, as surely anything that could be as grand as this wouldn't have a limit, or a boundary, right? Though come to think of it, how was it that there was land if it was infinite and meant for souls? Did souls need dirt?
He didn't really have an answer, and this wasn't a field trip. Hell he wasn't here by choice, he'd been sucked in at random and now was spending far, far too long just wandering. Place to place, day by day, hoping he could avoid some of the darker spirits here. They were drawn to him, it seemed. The pain he must radiate in the Force here made some believe they could take his body, though how they planned to use it was beyond him.
Return to the living, he assumed, but why bother? Clearly they managed to get offed once, would certainly happen again. At least so far he was strong enough to fight the attempts off, but he only needed one failure... as such he was almost always on the alert. Who knew what souls here were trustworthy, in the realm of the dead? He was drawing all kinds after all..
Yuroic Xeraic
Darlyn had no shortage of locals to meet and new areas to explore, that was the nature of the infinite after all. Or at least he understood it to be infinite, as surely anything that could be as grand as this wouldn't have a limit, or a boundary, right? Though come to think of it, how was it that there was land if it was infinite and meant for souls? Did souls need dirt?
He didn't really have an answer, and this wasn't a field trip. Hell he wasn't here by choice, he'd been sucked in at random and now was spending far, far too long just wandering. Place to place, day by day, hoping he could avoid some of the darker spirits here. They were drawn to him, it seemed. The pain he must radiate in the Force here made some believe they could take his body, though how they planned to use it was beyond him.
Return to the living, he assumed, but why bother? Clearly they managed to get offed once, would certainly happen again. At least so far he was strong enough to fight the attempts off, but he only needed one failure... as such he was almost always on the alert. Who knew what souls here were trustworthy, in the realm of the dead? He was drawing all kinds after all..
Yuroic Xeraic