Josh Voorheez
Adept
As you drift off to sleep a vision comes to you through the dreamscape.
A purple glow fills the fog of the dreamscape, slowly sharpening coming into focus as two glowing horns. A voice speaks but the owner never fully comes into view. You feel a warmth wash over you, but those who may recognize the horns feels a hint of sadness as well.
"Those who traveled to voridium may remember the Mystic Wood Elf named Jinn, and I do hope those who remember me will hold me in favour. I will be arriving within your lands in a couple weeks, in search of a friend who has been missing for a few months. I bring news from home, much of it sad, but do carry some good news as well. I hope to be welcomed into new acarthia and seek a place to stay for a few days while I search for my dear friend. Goodbyes are hard enough for a Mystic Wood Elf, but not getting them is even worse, so I find myself mist walking to ensure that they are safe and happy.
If you consider yourself a friend, or want to warn me of any threats that I may encounter in your lands that I may not be accustomed to please reach out to me through the dreamscape. Until then I hope you are well... and Kumari, I hope to find you.
The purple horns slowly fade back into the mists of the dreamscape...
A purple glow fills the fog of the dreamscape, slowly sharpening coming into focus as two glowing horns. A voice speaks but the owner never fully comes into view. You feel a warmth wash over you, but those who may recognize the horns feels a hint of sadness as well.
"Those who traveled to voridium may remember the Mystic Wood Elf named Jinn, and I do hope those who remember me will hold me in favour. I will be arriving within your lands in a couple weeks, in search of a friend who has been missing for a few months. I bring news from home, much of it sad, but do carry some good news as well. I hope to be welcomed into new acarthia and seek a place to stay for a few days while I search for my dear friend. Goodbyes are hard enough for a Mystic Wood Elf, but not getting them is even worse, so I find myself mist walking to ensure that they are safe and happy.
If you consider yourself a friend, or want to warn me of any threats that I may encounter in your lands that I may not be accustomed to please reach out to me through the dreamscape. Until then I hope you are well... and Kumari, I hope to find you.
The purple horns slowly fade back into the mists of the dreamscape...
