First Missive: Man of Tanith

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec sat crouched near the edge of the forest, looking in at the village and frowning. He twirled the wooden aquila he had made in his fingers, thinking to himself. He'd found the village a few days ago, and what he saw of it at first seemed quite out of the ordinary. There were a handful things wandering around the village that clearly weren't human, or natural, but things seemed peaceful. He had decided he would watch from afar for a few days to get a better picture of what was going on here, and so far what he'd seen seemed like life in any peaceful village. The building he was currently looking at had people coming and going from it at regular intervals, and from what he could tell it was a bar of some sort. Again, it seemed like a relatively peaceful place. He looked at the aquila in his hand and pocketed it, standing up. Things here didn't seem harmful, and it was time for a closer look. Quietly, he made his way towards the bar. As he got closer, he managed to get a better look at the sign. The Good Spirits Bar, it read. So it was as he suspected. His guess confirmed, he now only knew one thing. And that was that he could use a drink. He took hold of the handle of the door, and entered, hoping he wasn't making a fool decision.]

Corbec will be in the bar for most of the evening. Do feel free to stop him before he enters if you wish, however.

Comments

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec smiles, a mix between amused and acknowledging.]

You've certainly got that right, I'm not quite as spry as I used to be. I just hope my men will be able to get by okay without me...I have faith in 'em, though.

[herotypical]

That's the what of this place. When you eventually do get your ticket punched to return home? You'll go back to the very moment you left. Or so the fortunate among us have claimed. I wouldn't know. I haven't been back.

[thewoodsmansoldier]

...so what you're saying is time stops? Or reverses when you go back? I'm having trouble deciding if that's a good or bad thing...

[herotypical]

Stops for them. Reverses for you. You're meant to never remember this place.

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec tilts his head slightly]

So it's just erased from your mind, then? ...this whole situation has me a bit on edge. These are all things I'd normally be watching my back for. Sudden mutation, time stopping, memory loss...stuff that gets you put in an Inquisition shuttle and sent off somewhere to be studied or executed. ...and that's on a good day. The ones that happens to that go unnoticed, though...they don't live as peacefully as this. They go crazy.

[Corbec frowns deeply]

I'm not sure if I'm just going crazy like them.

[herotypical]

[ sent off somewhere to be studied. buffy smoothly suppresses a shudder at the thought. and, perhaps, the memory. ]

The fact that you're not outright disbelieving it all as a dream means you've got one up on most newbies. But...no. This place can be more than a little crazy-making but not by default. You're just as sane as the rest of us.

Which...probably isn't all that encouraging. Sorry.

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec shrugs]

I thought it might be a dream at first. Most dreams don't last days though, especially the vivid ones. And just as sane as the rest of you, well...you seem sane so far, but I haven't seen much, aye?

[Corbec offers a small, if perhaps somewhat forced, smile]

[herotypical]

...I suppose that depends on who you've met. So far.

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec nods to her]

So far you're the only person. You seem sane, so I'm not quite as worried as I was.

[herotypical]

...One moment while I try and decide whether I should feel apologetic or relieved that I am now the sum total of your Luceti experiences.

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec laughs]

So far, you seem a good sort. No need to worry about that.

[herotypical]

...Until it turns out I'm actually an evil master-mind plying you with drink.

[thewoodsmansoldier]

Well, maybe you are, maybe you aren't. Either way I'm here, aye?

[herotypical]

...Which means it's about time I gave you the proper run-down.

[ buffy lifts the bottle -- offering to top him up once again. ] Have you read the guide, yet? That might be a good place to start.

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec holds his glass up to be filled]

Guide? If there was one I missed it. I was too busy in my rush to get out of...wherever it was I woke up.

[herotypical]

...I can't blame you. The starter-fashion leaves a lot to be desired. Like dignity. And heat. [ she tips another fair measure into his glass. ] You arrived with a book, right?

[thewoodsmansoldier]

Hrm? Aye, I did.

[Corbec reaches into a pocket in his makeshift pants that seem to have been made out of animal skins from the woods and pulls out the journal]

You mean this thing? I haven't looked in it yet. That's another thing you don't do back where I'm from, is look in strange books. Might find out something you don't want to.

[herotypical]

Well -- [ she reaches for the volume and flips open its first few pages. searching for something. ] You'll probably find something you don't want in this one, too. But you're better off knowing it than not knowing.

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec looks at the book, frowning and raising a brow slightly]

Something like what?

[herotypical]

The tale of our captivity, of course.

[ she turns the book back 'round, showing off the guide. ] Here. I'll let you read and drink in peace.

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec nods and begins reading]

Alright. Thank you, Buffy.

[herotypical]

...Wait to thank me after you've read it. Gotcha?

[ she stands up, glancing at the bar. ] I'll come back and check on you in a bit. After you've learned all about here and why you're here and -- and a little about what I've done here, if I'm being honest.

[ for the slayer is mentioned by name in the guide. ]