masked_god | Backdated Enchanted RL (Reply)

Hok’Ton Karakael z Karakit Karun stepped through the portal flanked by two young guards. He was confident and poised, but as the spots cleared from his eyes he couldn’t help but stare. The world around him was filled with color and light and song. The forest they had appeared in was full of movement; birdsong filled the sky while there was a constant patter of forest creatures just out of sight. Even the trees seemed to sway and dance to the overwhelming joy of the world.

Truthfully, no physical element of this fantastical universe was all that surprising to the ‘Ton. He had seen worlds created to mimic this. He had been there at openings of grand amusement parks attempting to emulate such edens. A few, in fact, had succeeded better than this place. Yet even as his logical mind classified Artimisia as ‘normal’, his soul was wary.

The obvious disturbance was how their cloths had changed as they had walked through the portal. His servants had gained leggings and hats, while their boots had changed from steel monstrosities into comfortable calfskin walking shoes. The black cloak had stayed the same, though their overall outfits made them look jaunty rather than threatening. They hardly looked the part of bodyguards, instead looking more like young pages.

Karakaels change was even more drastic. His shimmercloak hung protectively around his shoulders, looking more like a robe than a coat. His tight fitting black garments had been replaced by brown leather leggings and a dark green jerkin. He carried a sword and black gloves that matched the dark blue and reds of his cloak. Topped by a white mask the effect was startling, showing a caricature of an evil sorcerer, apparently the role he had been cast in.

But even this was not what had made him stumble and lean heavily on his assistances shoulder. The entire world was filled with joy and there was a huge discrepancy between his form and the universe around him. Yet, despite his obvious flaws, the world welcomed him just as easily as his younger companions. It lavished love on him, as if trying to make up for the pains rained on him by his own universe.

The only planet where he had ever felt this ‘accepted’ was on Shtoma, the utopia planet that he had callously destroyed.

He shook the memories away and, ruffling his young charges hair, turned to meet his welcoming party.

<small>((ooc: part of the Summer Vacation semi-plot. Sorry for it being so long!))