{ To be honest, the pain wasn’t what roused him. On all fours, Kel’Thuzad spat mouthful after mouthful of sand back onto the shore below, heaving in choking breaths as much as he could handle in-between. His shoulders trembled and his eyes must have looked wider than gold pieces as he stared at his hands-his clammy, fleshy hands. As he tasted the salt and dirt, as he felt the necessity to breathe. Oh, if he still dreamed, he’d have thought it a nightmare but that was the problem: how long had it been since he had slept?
Kel’Thuzad brought up one of his hands to push back his sodden gray hair-greatly to check that it was, in fact, there-before a wet, shuddering laugh escaped him. }
Oh, gracious. No good, no good at all.
{ A hundred thoughts crossed his mind very much at once. A curse? A slip between realms? Something… weird with his phylactery? Regardless, this was no good at all. He felt heavy, winded, and distinctly unsure how to use his legs after not having had a pair for so long. He’d have taken his time considering his situation and remembering how to stand-if not for the crunch of (what he assumed were) shoes on the sand nearby. When they stopped, he made his assumptions and did his best to sound as collected and poised as he could manage.
Only to wince at how ragged, shaken, and old he sounded. }
I’d keep my distance, stranger. Unless you care to explain what has happened to me.
ｔｈｒｅｅ :
{ To be frank, the feeling of this Dyster place was pretty lovely.
He had such a soft spot for cults, after all.
Plenty spooky,with nightfall bringing the sort of dusky grey that orange fires just cut right through, air nice and thick with cold atmosphere, it was damn near nostalgic. Kel’Thuzad tugged his cloak all the tighter around him, absently wishing he had a good bovine skull to wear for the occasion: it might just be in-style here, right? But it’d distract from his sneakiness (probably).
Devoid of cow craniums, he slipped between desolate buildings to continue his snooping. For the sheer number of said buildings, he couldn’t help but think the place was a bit empty. Not that he was complaining, it added spectacularly to the feel. Specifically that he’d let his guard down too far and, consequently, he might just be being watched. What a delightful thought, it would just be a shame if it weren’t true.
The very moment he thought it, he found he would absolutely not be disappointed. Someone, it seemed, had been keeping an eye on him after all. Caution to the wind, Kel’Thuzad it most appropriate to appoach the stranger. What’s the worst that could happen? He could die? How rich. }
Pardon me, pardon me, but are you a local? I have so many questions.
Kel'Thuzad | Warcraft
{ To be honest, the pain wasn’t what roused him. On all fours, Kel’Thuzad spat mouthful after mouthful of sand back onto the shore below, heaving in choking breaths as much as he could handle in-between. His shoulders trembled and his eyes must have looked wider than gold pieces as he stared at his hands-his clammy, fleshy hands. As he tasted the salt and dirt, as he felt the necessity to breathe. Oh, if he still dreamed, he’d have thought it a nightmare but that was the problem: how long had it been since he had slept?
Kel’Thuzad brought up one of his hands to push back his sodden gray hair-greatly to check that it was, in fact, there-before a wet, shuddering laugh escaped him. }
Oh, gracious. No good, no good at all.
{ A hundred thoughts crossed his mind very much at once. A curse? A slip between realms? Something… weird with his phylactery? Regardless, this was no good at all. He felt heavy, winded, and distinctly unsure how to use his legs after not having had a pair for so long. He’d have taken his time considering his situation and remembering how to stand-if not for the crunch of (what he assumed were) shoes on the sand nearby. When they stopped, he made his assumptions and did his best to sound as collected and poised as he could manage.
Only to wince at how ragged, shaken, and old he sounded. }
I’d keep my distance, stranger. Unless you care to explain what has happened to me.
ｔｈｒｅｅ :
{ To be frank, the feeling of this Dyster place was pretty lovely.
He had such a soft spot for cults, after all.
Plenty spooky,with nightfall bringing the sort of dusky grey that orange fires just cut right through, air nice and thick with cold atmosphere, it was damn near nostalgic. Kel’Thuzad tugged his cloak all the tighter around him, absently wishing he had a good bovine skull to wear for the occasion: it might just be in-style here, right? But it’d distract from his sneakiness (probably).
Devoid of cow craniums, he slipped between desolate buildings to continue his snooping. For the sheer number of said buildings, he couldn’t help but think the place was a bit empty. Not that he was complaining, it added spectacularly to the feel. Specifically that he’d let his guard down too far and, consequently, he might just be being watched. What a delightful thought, it would just be a shame if it weren’t true.
The very moment he thought it, he found he would absolutely not be disappointed. Someone, it seemed, had been keeping an eye on him after all. Caution to the wind, Kel’Thuzad it most appropriate to appoach the stranger. What’s the worst that could happen? He could die? How rich. }
Pardon me, pardon me, but are you a local? I have so many questions.
ｗｉｌｄｃａｒｄ:
Approach, Interloper.