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Illyria hit the ground hard, the air whooshing out of her lungs in a painful gasp. Her lungs felt as if they were burning, and from shoulder to knee she could feel the throbbing bloom of bruises grow. Vertigo would linger, clutching the Eldari within its claws as she fought to maintain her consciousness.
Behind her, a spinning vortex of star-speckled indigo darkness would linger, ancient primeval magic pulsating as if giving life to an ethereal heart. Distorted voices, a clammer of alarm, all seemingly disembodied musical tones would float through the torrent of magic that fed the portal. Struggling to her side, pale blue eyes would drag their way towards the portal, alarm sharpening her angular features.
Im baur na get awaui!
Deep inside, the pressing desire to run rose with a white-hot wave. Scrambling, she fought with her lungs to desperately gain some much-needed air. Whether or not they would come after her would be dependant on the elders. If they were willing to take the risk. To break covenants upheld over millennia as she had. Turning towards her surroundings, all she could see was the crumble of ruins. Thick vines reclaiming what had once belonged to them. Behind her, the swirl of the portal would fade, until it was no more, naught but a series of cracked and crumbled circles of limestone and stone.
Whether it was day or night, she could not tell. There was not a speckle of stars overhead. A cavern of sorts? No matter. If there was a way for her to locate an exit, she would find it.
With a grunt, the star-elf adjusted her satchel, flicking her cloak over her head. What felt like half an hour later, would reveal the maw of the cavern system to the outside world. There, overhead, the twin moons would float overhead, bloodred. An ominous sign.
Was this worth it? Who knew. As she stepped out into the night, in an unfamiliar land, Illyria could only hope for the survival of her kin, it would be.
Behind her, a spinning vortex of star-speckled indigo darkness would linger, ancient primeval magic pulsating as if giving life to an ethereal heart. Distorted voices, a clammer of alarm, all seemingly disembodied musical tones would float through the torrent of magic that fed the portal. Struggling to her side, pale blue eyes would drag their way towards the portal, alarm sharpening her angular features.
Im baur na get awaui!
Deep inside, the pressing desire to run rose with a white-hot wave. Scrambling, she fought with her lungs to desperately gain some much-needed air. Whether or not they would come after her would be dependant on the elders. If they were willing to take the risk. To break covenants upheld over millennia as she had. Turning towards her surroundings, all she could see was the crumble of ruins. Thick vines reclaiming what had once belonged to them. Behind her, the swirl of the portal would fade, until it was no more, naught but a series of cracked and crumbled circles of limestone and stone.
Whether it was day or night, she could not tell. There was not a speckle of stars overhead. A cavern of sorts? No matter. If there was a way for her to locate an exit, she would find it.
With a grunt, the star-elf adjusted her satchel, flicking her cloak over her head. What felt like half an hour later, would reveal the maw of the cavern system to the outside world. There, overhead, the twin moons would float overhead, bloodred. An ominous sign.
Was this worth it? Who knew. As she stepped out into the night, in an unfamiliar land, Illyria could only hope for the survival of her kin, it would be.