[Kulkukan Tavern and Inn/Docks] And so it Begins [Open]

[Voros Redsun]

1st Summer 510 AV

The city was simply stunning and although Voros had not been to many other places aside from Endryka it was safe to say that this place was probably one of the most serene and beautiful places to reside, the waterfall the city was built around gave it a cool temperature during most of the day and allowed even faint droplets to drive onto Voros playfully as he walked about the city. It was like a kind of utopia from the world and he commended the Akalak for making such a beautiful home. And yet Voros felt a little out of place, unlike Endryka whose populace was mostly human he stuck out like a sore thumb amongst all the Akalak immediately branding him as a tourist of sorts making him not want to stay on the streets too long he looked about the third tier of the place for an Inn as he knew he would need temporary residence to figure out what he was going to do with the new life he had been given and as the morning turned into the afternoon Voros (after stabling his horse) eventually found the Kulkukan Tavern and Inn and headed inside to get out of the heat that even the waterfall couldn't completely pacify.

The first part of the place was a bar as far as Voros could tell yet its crimson lights and walks made it kind of inviting and gave off a kind of professional setting and appearance he made his way to the reception desk to meet a man named Nystir who looked happy to see Voros making his way to him to help him get situated he tried several times to start small talk with Voros but he would shoot those attempts down wanting merely to retire to a room and plan his course of action Nystir eventually spoke of taking a room and while he tried to offer a good room, Voros merely wanted a cheap room keeping note of the price that would accumulate each day of his visit he moved quietly to his room which was small but decent enough for Voros to sleep in as he plopped onto the bed and lost himself in thought. Wondering how to face this new world...

His discontent towards humans had been fueling Voros to leave his home and find his own means of living and answers to his questions unsatisfied and slightly appalled by religion he knew there had to be a true realistic answer as to what his purpose was, why was life put into this planet and how to cure the humans of the sinking intellect scores with the gaining of leisure and materials. This was when he was brought to the idea of the Void, for during his last few months in Endryka he had vaguely went into the magic school of spiritism hoping that maybe a ghost that had lived before Voros could appear before him and maybe give him some guidance that Voros could not see and a ghost having lived an entire lifetime would have a plethora of wisdom if he wanted to share with Voros, however every time he had tried to bring a ghost about it had seemingly ignored him as the Soul Mist he had created was far too weak but he wanted to believe that there was still a small possibility of success. However was it safe to perform in the room of a tavern? The hustle and bustle of the third tier told Voros that there really was no private place unless you owned a home, but if there was such a place it would probably be at the massive dock Voros saw as he came into the city and decided he would head there because of it being midday there were a lot of people moving to and from their ships unloading cargo and doing some fishing, Voros would move as far away as he could and sit at the edge of a dock looking out at the long expanse of sea in front of him and tried to let out a little Soul Mist Not hoping for anything special but a small hint of hope in his heart for some guidance from the beyond...

[Sorn]

He lay in the snow. flacks thick and wet fell on him as heavy droplets of cold. So... Cold... Opening his eye's for a moment, the world blurry and harsh on his damaged mind, yielded a sight that was as shocking as it was strange. Blood... Blood ran in the snow, turning it a soft pink in spots... Such a beautiful color, Sorn's mind was hazy... That was his blood. His eye's closed only to open in the plain of torment. He was dieing. Did he deserve this? The thin ethereal strands of life that tied him to life slowly snapped away as he progressed closer to the great wall. What was the wall? Safety or hell? Judgment or Release? His life was forgotten. He was as good as a new man, did he deserve to suffer for crimes he did not remember?!? He could change this, fix any errors of his past, clear his name with the gods. He would not suffer for the crimes of his former self. As he neared the wall, only one line to the mortal world remained, his last tie. He feared he would not be able to stop himself from losing every chance of cleaning away the stains of an evil life from his soul. As this fear grew to a pure terror, the last strand was pulled taunt to the snapping point and a name sounded through the mists of death. Sorn…. The name felt really familiar, Sorn thought as a strange pulling grew in his center. Really familiar… It was his name. Sorn felt himself be drawn away in a fluxed tide that ripped and stretched him to limits end. The strand held... As he got closer to his destination Sorn could feel the strand grow stronger, but could feel himself grow weaker. A veil of mist and a sun lite area emerged from the pale gray, bleak and near colorless. One a wooden dock a man sat concentrating as thin mists fluxed around him. The mist seemed more real. Able to be touched... It seemed the man however was not on the same plain, not standing on the same grounds. Sorn reached out a hand to touch the man. Transparent he was to weak to even give himself form. Sorn's eye's grew wide as he realized what he would become. A Ghost. One of the walking Dead. Sorn pressed through the feeling and moved his hand closer. It quickly became clear he could not see him. The rebirth into the world had drained Sorn of everything he had. Taking a step back onto the water, he came in contact with the mists the man was making. His body quickly began to absorb the thin mist. Sorn could feel something changing but it was no were near enough. With a sudden realization Sorn knew what was happening. The man was making Soulmists, the key component for the ghosts. Sorn needed the real thing. This mist was almost fake in its potency. The man would not be able to see Sorn or hear him if Sorn did not get more energy. Sorn reached out his hand and touched the mans shoulder. For the man he would begin to feel a chill, and he would know that something was different... Not right. Sorn just hoped he could become a true ghost so he could begin to effect the world. Intel then he would have to follow the man. He watched to see how the man reacted to the almost unnoticeable feeling of cold and wrong that came with the touch of a ghost to weak to even fully jion the mortal world. The sky was filled with an empty that felt like it could swallow him whole... The he would have to get whole soon... Or the Void would reclaim Sorn for whatever lay beyond...

[Voros Redsun]

Looking out at the expanse of water as he waited to see if a ghost would appear brought Voros into the land of thought. What was he doing? Was any of this right? Everyone he knew at Endryka never thought like he did, they all seemed so distracted by the clan system and surviving, clinging to the near festival like parties that happen every night on Endryka while Voros was in the back thinking, reading trying to gain understanding of this world. He could have done numerous other things with his time, train in combat, craft with his parents meet a girl but to Voros all those things seemed illogical, Happiness...Love...Dreams, they all meant nothing when you met the void its swirling darkness pulling you into the afterlife whatever that place may be like.

As he sat there he felt a strange sensation come over him like embodied snow was near enough so that it might have been trying to touch him at this very moment, and as he looked around to see the source of it all he saw one particular part of air that looked slightly thicker and at times it would make faint flickers, his eyes were wide as he rose to his feet to look at it, it seemed it was trying to reach to Voros but was unable to manifest itself onto the living plain and Voros not sure what else to do merely tried to put out more soul mist hoping that with enough the being could actually appear.

What progress he had made in such little time, he had only tried to bring about ghosts in two other occasions and it seemed that three times was the charm for he had actually brought a ghost to him, he wouldn't be surprised if he lost the ghost but it definatly confirmed his desire to learn more in that school of magic.

[Sorn]

The man moved with a start, rising to his feet quickly, gazing slightly to the left of Sorn. He looked but only saw small reflections of himself. His unstable form was flickering in space, ignoring the laws that governed the living. He looked back to the man who seemed to relax a little bit and more mist floated from his skin. The veil of the world that Sorn currently resided flickered and blurred making detail all but impossible to gather from such insignificant changes but the world seemed to lose its grip on Sorn. He was still in the fake world separate from were the man stood but he was closer. He absorbed as much of the weak mist as he could running his arms through the man trying to gather it faster, leaving slight trails in the mist in the world of man. Shouting Sorn struggled to reach the man. The first shouts did not even faze him. Gathering up energy Sorn shouted once more.

"ITS NOT ENOUGH!"

It would be a mere whisper if that in his world. Sorn was growing desperate. He needed real soulmists not this weak brew of it. Anything. On the other dock the forms of men could barely be seen by Sorn but would be clear to the man generating the soulmists. Rushing across the waters, flickering in an instant to the opposite dock Sorn drew on the fading life forces of several of fish, absorbing the equally thin mist rising from the weak living creatures. Drawing the available energy from them was not enough. Would not be enough even if they all gave them energy. Sorn did not know how to absorb it right and the creatures Soulmists were so insignificant compared to something sentient. He needed something that had been living and lost it in an instant. Not enough could be drawn from the still living but struggling fish. Many of the fish stopped moving after Sorn's touch, and the horses near the dock were spooked, pulling against the rains of the masters, who looked about trying to find the source of the disturbance. They blamed it on a bakers dog that also started barking and whining. Looking at the fish Sorn screamed in frustration. He did not know how to take the life from the living to add to his own. He could feel himself losing shape. Flickering over to the man Sorn shouted again. The water near the man became agitated, acting oddly, ripples generating from were Sorn's feet rested. He was effecting the normal world!

"I NEED HELP! HELP ME PLEASE! DONT LET ME FADE!!!"

[Voros Redsun]

A slight excitement was over him as he found this was working so well, yet a fear of not knowing what he could potentially be doing to this town a strange horrible feeling washing over him when he felt its cold misty hands barely graze the boy, suckling it for the energy it required he wanted to move back but also did not want to ruin this experiment that was going so well, even though it was such a strange and wrong feeling. As it fed off of energy the ghost tried to speak to Voros but he hadn't known the ghost was going to talk and thus missed part of its message only hearing a faint

"NOT ENOUGH"

Voros thinking that his current soul mist wasn't enough adrenaline began to rush through him as he knew he would have to rush and give more to bring this ghost about, the problem was at his level it was hard to get out anymore then he already had brought out and it would usually decay and disappear after a while meaning his max limit of Soul Mist was very small forcing him to try and think of different ways to make this work, he thought of calling out to the ghost for more advice on how to bring the being to this world but knew that they were on a dock and it was probably already suspicious for him to be looking around the docks as though something were there he looked back to where he believed the ghost to be but found that it had moved looking all around him he could tell he was either trying to create havoc or trying to send a message to Voros fish coming belly-up on the waters surface and horses whining in protest, Voros's head shot in all directions looking for the ghost his ears open to all possibilities and when he heard the whisper again he was able to catch the whole message, seeing the water ripple in anger and fear he decided it was safe to assume that the ghost was telling the truth yet he had no idea what to do except to try and let out more Soul Mist, he didn't know any other ways to help the ghost forcing him to apply his general knowledge of how life worked to figure out a way to help the ghost, he could see in his head Voros creating Soul Mist and the ghost trying to take it all however because of its spectral mist-like quality it would either decay or float away which made Voros believe that if he leaked Soul Mist in a room then the ghost would have more chance of absorbing the energy and looked to the ghost and began to walk backwards leaving a trail of Soul Mist behind him heading into the city. He would be heading back to the Tavern that was close by and to his room ignoring Nystir entirely he moved back to his room without a word though keeping a slow pace he tried to lead it into his room hoping he would be able to tell when it moved in so that he could shut the door and then work his brain as hard as he could to unleash Soul Mist his mind focused solely on this task so as to put max amount of Soul Mist out, he wanted this to be a successful trial.

[Sorn]

The man seemed to have an idea and began to bleed out his soulmist as he walked away, leaving a sort of path.Sorn raised his eye's in hope to the swarming masses of people that's passing fluctuated from extreme speeds to frozen in time. Even time was inconsistent in this weak state. Sorn rushed forward distances blinking away so that a step was multiple or a jump consisted of minimal if no forward movement. It was a fight to move forward and the voids pull grew the farther away from the man leaking soulmist was. Struggling to keep up in this inconsistent mode of travel, Sorn ended up walking, touching or disrupting many people over the course of a short journey. Some of the blurred forms turned quickly about to face others, the area was quickly becoming a path of humans who all had bad feelings, chills or goosebumps. If it had not been for the path of soulmists, Sorn would of surly lost the man in the milling crowd of people. Their crazed movements in Sorn's world made it next to impossible to not touch them, though he tried. Absorbing the soulmist the man left behind hungrily, Sorn saw a building was the destination. Walking inside Sorn knew that the temperature would begin to drop if he stayed to long. Quickly flickering up the stairs Sorn felt a bit more stable indoors. Walking into the room that the soulmists lead to, Sorn found himself now stuck in the room with the man who could be ether his final death dealer or his anchor to the world. Sorn just hoped that the man had come here with good reason. The room began to grow cold and the corners of the mans eye's would begin to play tricks on him. The room itself was nothing special. Objects and bags however were about the room showing signs that the man had only dropped his things off before leaving it. The room was next to untouched other then that. The bed made and the dressers looked like they had not even been opened. The man had left the room in a manner that caused Sorn to think that he may of been agitated by something, but he could be wrong. Sorn stood in one of the corners and tried to gather as much of the life sustaining mist as possible. Slowly but surely his form would become ever so slightly visible...

[Voros Redsun]

The specter moving irregularly just as the books had described they would Voros realized how strange he must have looked moving through the crowds trying to keep a ghost following him and had tried his best to walk normally only looking over his shoulder several times which made the effort mostly fruitless. Disappearing into the inn and then his room he was able to see the ghost to some extent enter his room and retreat to a corner allowing Voros to shut the door to keep the Soul Mist inside, he also made sure the windows were shut before making his way over to the strange air that Voros knew was the ghost as he saw it gaining more form, he wondered if maybe it needed some encouragement as well as Soul Mist to come forth he spoke to it trying to coerce it into taking full form in the material plane a slight prayer he had rehersed for when such an instance happened

"Soul from a time before, Your being is trapped, still is it unwhole, I beckon you to the world of the (seemingly) living, Your cause will be fulfilled and at the end of it all... sanctuary will be at your fingertips."

It definatly sounded out of character for Voros but he was unsure of how intelligent the ghost was in this form and if he needed some kind of help in coming to this world to finish its undone business then Voros would play off of that to get what he wanted as well.

[Sorn]

With the concentration of spiritual energies in the room rising because of the mans actions Sorn could really feel his body taking shape. The man began to speak, and though he did not believe it was charged with the might of magics, Sorn in his own way believed it helped. If only to assure him that he was gaining on his goal due to him having the ability to hear. He was emerging into the world of the living at last. The mists of the room swirled around Sorn and the glass began to frost over. A vase of water on the nightstand began to freeze, and the wood floors creaked as if little feet were running across the surfaces. Looking down he was transparent, a white shirt with a few buttons undone on his chest. Basic pants colored black began to form out of the mist and his pale skin was nearly lost amongst the swirling smoke like soulmist. As he grew to a visible form Sorn was leaving behind the world that was bleak and the void that had once loomed overhead, threatening to devour his chance. His one chance at life again. Turning to the man who had made his entrance to the world possible Sorn fell to the ground, now to weak to even make the illusion of him standing. Slumped against the wall as if it effected him Sorn smiled at the man. Trying out his voice, Sorn spoke for the first time as a new race and a new man. He was a ghost.

"And to who do I owe my gratitude?"

[Voros Redsun]

The ghost began to take more form, clothes appearing on the figure and eventually physical features like a face and skin were visible, he looked to be a boy about Voros's age it was evident that he was a human in his past life but if that was the way that he looked when he died then he had only lived on the planet for as long as Voros had. This fact demoralized him as he had slim hopes of gaining some kind of wisdom from the spirit but he was glad that he had brought a ghost into the living plain period as that was a step in the right direction for Spiritism, he had read that spiritists can either hunt ghost or create a kind of bond with them and Voros had no intention of bringing a ghost to the world just to kill it maybe if Voros helped the ghost he would have an excuse to explore the world and find his own answers through life's experiences.

The ghost fell to the ground probably because he was in a weakened state but was able to put himself against the wall closest to him and then smiled trying to brush away how weak he was and spoke to Voros in a calm yet creepy fashion his body never truly staying visible for to long because of the flickering he did look slightly intimidating however he would not let this ghost manipulate him nor would he let him leave to go cause havoc on the town if he gained back his power it was too nice of a place and Voros didn't want the destruction of it to loom over his head. Instead he would be a diplomat to a void walker that had seen death he slumped against a wall closer to him soul mist productivity turned down to nearly a trickle as he did so

"I never thought I would be able to bring about a ghost so soon...My name Is Voros I am the spiritist that brought you here, how should I address you, spirit?"

[Sorn]

Voros... The name sounded fresh in Sorn's mind. The name held no meaning to Sorn. It would take time to remember without though. It was a smooth sound yet... Strange. Not a name he would of thought just looking at him. Sorn bowed slightly to the summoner and spoke softly.

"By the name you called me to this by. Sorn..." Sorn looked a bit confused. Was he asking his name to verify that he was the correct spirit? It was Sorn's understanding that when a spirit is called by name from the void the summoner themselves did the calling. Having second thoughts Sorn raised his hands to apologize.


"I am sorry, I do not know how one summons spirits and I was sure you already knew my name Voros... I may be mistaken. My name is, as far as I know Sorn... Death has a way of confusing the mind."

As Sorn spoke he began to flicker a bit more wild. The mists in the area were thinning as Voros leaner against the wall. Sorn focused on his form pushing it into a more solid form. He began to gain a more solid form. Pulling more of himself through the holes that death had between the worlds, Sorn could feel himself grow more real. Though his form began to look less real, like a painting done in blurred, dark colors. He still was visible and stable. He still flickered and now looked like a blurry dark painting come to life but progress was being made. Sorn looked at Voros and asked,

"Why did you summon a spirit Voros?"