[A full month after his arrival to Kenos, Liem has regained the strength of his limbs but not his capacity for magic. Unlike his first days in Horos, which had involved a swift descent into the Kenoma's arms thanks to the nature of his welcome, his time here has been filled with nothing but his own indecision. This time he has the luxury of choosing which cause to follow, and he's been keeping it jealously close while he learns more about the world, its people, the other shard-bearers. He won't make his choice on a whim or a promise this time.
But that means that, when Yima reaches out to ask for volunteers to seek a vanished shard in Alenroux, his hands and his eyes are the only things he can offer toward the search. Nonetheless, he wouldn't mind having her owe him a favour, so he goes, clad in borrowed armour and wielding an unfamiliar longbow. The long knife at his side is mostly just a last resort.
His work back home took him all over the country and led him to fight all kinds of opponents, but the number and variety of dangerous monsters in this forest daunts even him. There seems to be a limitless number of malevolent creatures in the wood, and all of them seem to be converging on the shard-bearers attempting to pierce its lightless depths. The forest only becomes more dangerous after he becomes separated from his companion, and is forced to navigate part of the way alone.
Eventually he finds her, or she finds him; the night sky here is unfamiliar, and Liem can't say exactly how long they've been on the island, or how much longer the night will last. All he knows is that they have no hope of escape until morning, and so the only choice left to them is to continue their hunt, deeper in the woods. He pads softly over fallen leaves and dry needles, gloved fingers tight on the curved staff of his bow, eyes glinting red in the scant light filtering between the branches as they search for whatever danger might finally have done that missing person in.
He's stopping even before Hayame grabs his cloak, his booted feet planting suddenly in the ground as something hulks between the gnarled trees ahead of them. To him the forest is a tapestry of long grey lines, crystal clear without the confusion of light and shadow that his normal vision relies on—but the clarity of his darkvision extends barely a score of metres ahead before fading back into that soft muddle of dappled light and heavy shadow. At the edge of that boundary, where crystal-edged silver is draped with folds of darkness, something twisted and inhuman moves, half-hidden by the intervening trees.
As Liem's shard begins to burn in his chest, he fits an arrow to the string of his bow.]
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But that means that, when Yima reaches out to ask for volunteers to seek a vanished shard in Alenroux, his hands and his eyes are the only things he can offer toward the search. Nonetheless, he wouldn't mind having her owe him a favour, so he goes, clad in borrowed armour and wielding an unfamiliar longbow. The long knife at his side is mostly just a last resort.
His work back home took him all over the country and led him to fight all kinds of opponents, but the number and variety of dangerous monsters in this forest daunts even him. There seems to be a limitless number of malevolent creatures in the wood, and all of them seem to be converging on the shard-bearers attempting to pierce its lightless depths. The forest only becomes more dangerous after he becomes separated from his companion, and is forced to navigate part of the way alone.
Eventually he finds her, or she finds him; the night sky here is unfamiliar, and Liem can't say exactly how long they've been on the island, or how much longer the night will last. All he knows is that they have no hope of escape until morning, and so the only choice left to them is to continue their hunt, deeper in the woods. He pads softly over fallen leaves and dry needles, gloved fingers tight on the curved staff of his bow, eyes glinting red in the scant light filtering between the branches as they search for whatever danger might finally have done that missing person in.
He's stopping even before Hayame grabs his cloak, his booted feet planting suddenly in the ground as something hulks between the gnarled trees ahead of them. To him the forest is a tapestry of long grey lines, crystal clear without the confusion of light and shadow that his normal vision relies on—but the clarity of his darkvision extends barely a score of metres ahead before fading back into that soft muddle of dappled light and heavy shadow. At the edge of that boundary, where crystal-edged silver is draped with folds of darkness, something twisted and inhuman moves, half-hidden by the intervening trees.
As Liem's shard begins to burn in his chest, he fits an arrow to the string of his bow.]