X’rhun has seen dark magic in action, has barged into the lair of a necromancer or two, but usually after dispatching a handful of voidsent, that was pretty much the end of it. Something on this scale, the myriad spirits wandering the streets of the cities and everywhere in between, is far more than he ever expected to have to deal with. Discounting those ghosts that have gone mad with rage or grief, the rest of them are as normal people – they have problems that need solving, and X’rhun is nothing if not helpful.
He spends his days fetching lost heirlooms or tracking down loved ones with a sprit or two in tow. It’s the least he can do for these poor souls.
Today finds him in Olympia, doing much of the same. The spirit that most recently left X’rhun’s side had been looking for his wedding ring, an item that proved quite hard to track down. At least partway through his third scouring of Olympia’s marketplaces, X’rhun rather got the sensation he was being followed. Thankfully, his searching had turned up the ring at long last, allowing X’rhun’s latest charge to pass on and X’rhun to find a little out-of-the-way alcove to step into and wait for his stalker to make themselves known.
It doesn’t take them long to emerge – a local by the looks of her, though something about the way she moves suggests her limbs are not entirely her own. X’rhun has just enough time to surmise that this woman may have an unwanted passenger in the form of one of the spirits, his lips parting to ask if he can help her, when she surges forward. Her fingers clutch at his lapels and she yanks him toward her. Any protest he might have had are suddenly cut off when her mouth slots over his – this is a spirit with a very specific mission apparently.
It’s probably fine. At least no one is around to see this, right? ]
action; who you gonna call
X’rhun has seen dark magic in action, has barged into the lair of a necromancer or two, but usually after dispatching a handful of voidsent, that was pretty much the end of it. Something on this scale, the myriad spirits wandering the streets of the cities and everywhere in between, is far more than he ever expected to have to deal with. Discounting those ghosts that have gone mad with rage or grief, the rest of them are as normal people – they have problems that need solving, and X’rhun is nothing if not helpful.
He spends his days fetching lost heirlooms or tracking down loved ones with a sprit or two in tow. It’s the least he can do for these poor souls.
Today finds him in Olympia, doing much of the same. The spirit that most recently left X’rhun’s side had been looking for his wedding ring, an item that proved quite hard to track down. At least partway through his third scouring of Olympia’s marketplaces, X’rhun rather got the sensation he was being followed. Thankfully, his searching had turned up the ring at long last, allowing X’rhun’s latest charge to pass on and X’rhun to find a little out-of-the-way alcove to step into and wait for his stalker to make themselves known.
It doesn’t take them long to emerge – a local by the looks of her, though something about the way she moves suggests her limbs are not entirely her own. X’rhun has just enough time to surmise that this woman may have an unwanted passenger in the form of one of the spirits, his lips parting to ask if he can help her, when she surges forward. Her fingers clutch at his lapels and she yanks him toward her. Any protest he might have had are suddenly cut off when her mouth slots over his – this is a spirit with a very specific mission apparently.
It’s probably fine. At least no one is around to see this, right? ]