This must be the anomaly we're searching for then, yi daeljuhn. Stand back and be ready; I will physically investigate it.
(with liem's discernment that the mirror is indeed magic, voryn places his fingertips on its surface.
he has never been hesitant in exploring the unknown nor fearful of the outcome of doing so. his mother once proudly called him brave for interjecting in a great house quarrel before he came of age to participate. but he was slapped by his father who called him impetuous. diametrically opposed, the two results were branded on his personality, and since then, voryn has always mistaken the two traits.
meeting his reflection, something meant to be cold, flat, and unyielding, he feels variable pressure. on looking down, a real hand presses back, pale gold and familiar.
he is hesitant now. he is fearful now. beyond his immediate sight are the out-of-focus chest plate of bonemold and the bright sash of his lord nerevar, blood forced through a black hole in his armour from the holy wound in his left breast. he cannot even meet the gaze above for they may hold all of the things they held before. disappointment. hatred. love. sympathy. all four feelings will intermix and pierce him again, and because he dreads knowing, voryn trembles. his entire body has tensed into a single point of contact.
then fingers sink between his and his eyes raise.)
Loyal Dagoth Ur.
(liem will find that they have both been returned to the place they were just before the mirror was sighted in the distance. voryn, arm still outstretched, stares sightlessly forward until his mind is able to rewind and reset to a time bereft of the ghost of his lord.)
What... What has happened? (uncharacteristically affected, he speaks breathily through a state of panic.) An illusion? No. No, no...
No!
(the sudden shout is loud and from the chest, separating again from liem into a quick walk forward. he is going back to the mirror, throwing an arm out.)
no subject
(with liem's discernment that the mirror is indeed magic, voryn places his fingertips on its surface.
he has never been hesitant in exploring the unknown nor fearful of the outcome of doing so. his mother once proudly called him brave for interjecting in a great house quarrel before he came of age to participate. but he was slapped by his father who called him impetuous. diametrically opposed, the two results were branded on his personality, and since then, voryn has always mistaken the two traits.
meeting his reflection, something meant to be cold, flat, and unyielding, he feels variable pressure. on looking down, a real hand presses back, pale gold and familiar.
he is hesitant now. he is fearful now. beyond his immediate sight are the out-of-focus chest plate of bonemold and the bright sash of his lord nerevar, blood forced through a black hole in his armour from the holy wound in his left breast. he cannot even meet the gaze above for they may hold all of the things they held before. disappointment. hatred. love. sympathy. all four feelings will intermix and pierce him again, and because he dreads knowing, voryn trembles. his entire body has tensed into a single point of contact.
then fingers sink between his and his eyes raise.)
Loyal Dagoth Ur.
(liem will find that they have both been returned to the place they were just before the mirror was sighted in the distance. voryn, arm still outstretched, stares sightlessly forward until his mind is able to rewind and reset to a time bereft of the ghost of his lord.)
What... What has happened? (uncharacteristically affected, he speaks breathily through a state of panic.) An illusion? No. No, no...
No!
(the sudden shout is loud and from the chest, separating again from liem into a quick walk forward. he is going back to the mirror, throwing an arm out.)
Do not follow me, Liem!