[ By this point, Thancred knows that it isn't only him and Stephen who are suffering ill effects. They may have been the first Summoned to become aware of the omens, but their proximity to the thaumametor isn't what caused all of these strange symptoms.
He should have known when he returned and Urianger had seemed more distracted and quieter than usual. More than that, as the days have gone on, it's become more and more difficult to even find him, which is saying something given that they live together. Still, it seems that whenever Thancred is home, Urianger is conspicuously absent, and they continue to miss each other.
Surely it's something he done. Maybe he made a careless comment that had gotten under Urianger's skin at some point. Or perhaps it's even that he's fed up with the fact that Thancred hasn't produced more results when it comes to uncovering Thorne's secrets or finding their way back home.
(He does his best to dispel such disparaging thoughts, as always, but it feels a bit harder this time. He can't quite shake this this is his fault, somehow.)
He won't be able to rest until he can track down Urianger and settle things between them, and so he begins his search. The town and the castle itself turn up nothing, and even when he specifically asks around, no one has seen Urianger. Someone in the library does mention that he'd been around a day or so ago, but that's all.
That leaves only one other place to check: Nott.
Thancred's been meaning to take the portal anyway, aware after his chat with Lyle that the small settlement needs all the help it can get. The castle is already well-defended against the rising dead, but Nott will be less so.
First, though, he must find Urianger. This time his questioning does bear some fruit, as he's told of a hooded man matching his friend's description (to say nothing of the comments about his way of speech). His investigation leads him to the Hooks, and with the smell of freshly caught fish in the air, he takes to his search through the intertwined alleys. This is his realm more than Urianger's, in truth, and as soon as he spots a cloaked figure moving ahead of him down one of the narrow passageways, he knows it must be his quarry.
He immediately picks up the pace. ]
Urianger!
[ Surely he isn't going to ignore him. Surely he isn't that upset. ]
[ It all came about following one of their now routine training sessions. Urianger had made some comment about how sore he would be the next day, and Thancred had followed up with a teasing comment that a soak in Thorne's famous baths would certainly help with that.
Imagine his surprise when Urianger had agreed that was a good idea, and even invited him to come along. Urianger has certainly come a long way, when Thancred considers how he used to hide his face under a hood and behind a pair of goggles. He can't help but feel a twinge of pride.
They walk over to the Castle together, drawing little attention to themselves as they make their way to the bathing area. Thancred does catch some whispering among the servants about strange flashing lights that have been spotted in the sky at night, and can't help but wonder what will be in store for them next. He knows better than to brush off that sort of thing, as Abraxas seems to be as full of strange occurrences as Etheirys.
For now, though, all is quiet. Thancred doesn't want to push Urianger's sense of decency too far, so he tells him to go enter the baths first and he'll follow him in shortly after. He undresses in the changing room and tucks away his clothing, then wraps a towel around his waist. See, he can be accommodating!
He strides into the bath with the towel still firmly in place. Urianger's already in the water, revealing only as much of his bare skin as he finds comfortable. ]
How is it? Did you try the baths at the Cascading Boughs? They were—
[ But it seems some prior bather allowed water to pool on the stone floor and didn't wipe it up, and it's enough that he slips and almost loses his balance. Thancred manages to redistribute his weight and stumbles to the side slightly, which keeps him from actually falling and hurting himself, but his towel has fallen from his hips in the process.
affliction event; oct 19
He should have known when he returned and Urianger had seemed more distracted and quieter than usual. More than that, as the days have gone on, it's become more and more difficult to even find him, which is saying something given that they live together. Still, it seems that whenever Thancred is home, Urianger is conspicuously absent, and they continue to miss each other.
Surely it's something he done. Maybe he made a careless comment that had gotten under Urianger's skin at some point. Or perhaps it's even that he's fed up with the fact that Thancred hasn't produced more results when it comes to uncovering Thorne's secrets or finding their way back home.
(He does his best to dispel such disparaging thoughts, as always, but it feels a bit harder this time. He can't quite shake this this is his fault, somehow.)
He won't be able to rest until he can track down Urianger and settle things between them, and so he begins his search. The town and the castle itself turn up nothing, and even when he specifically asks around, no one has seen Urianger. Someone in the library does mention that he'd been around a day or so ago, but that's all.
That leaves only one other place to check: Nott.
Thancred's been meaning to take the portal anyway, aware after his chat with Lyle that the small settlement needs all the help it can get. The castle is already well-defended against the rising dead, but Nott will be less so.
First, though, he must find Urianger. This time his questioning does bear some fruit, as he's told of a hooded man matching his friend's description (to say nothing of the comments about his way of speech). His investigation leads him to the Hooks, and with the smell of freshly caught fish in the air, he takes to his search through the intertwined alleys. This is his realm more than Urianger's, in truth, and as soon as he spots a cloaked figure moving ahead of him down one of the narrow passageways, he knows it must be his quarry.
He immediately picks up the pace. ]
Urianger!
[ Surely he isn't going to ignore him. Surely he isn't that upset. ]
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second week of urianger's absence...
You may not see this, but I hope you are well. As well as you can be.
We haven't forgotten you nor or we giving up. Everyone is coming together, following new leads, uncovering clues to find out what happened.
I know you may be suffering right now. But you've withstood so much already. This has to be nothing in comparison, right?
Just hold on a little while longer, okay? We're coming for you.
We promise.
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invocation event; end of week 2
Once we h̴͉̰̽̊â̷̝̻v̴̧̓͝e̴̮͒̀ ̸̩̇s̶̢̐̒o̷͈͒r̷̪̾t̶̗̊̈́ȇ̶͚̋d̴͔͔̒͛ ̶̼́̀͜o̷̦͗́u̷͉͎̐͝t̴͖̄ ̵̬̥̿t̴̛̙̄h̵̥͈͑͒e̴͇̰̎̀ logistics, we'll c̸͓̕̕ö̷̯̣́m̶̘̈e̴̹̲̎ ̴͑͋͜t̷̟̍o̶̬̒ ̶͔̥̉̊f̶̗̯͆ê̵̝͙̚ẗ̷̛̞̹́c̶͓̈h̶̢͍͛̏ you.
We'll be there s̷͙̓ȯ̵̯͔o̵͕̜͌n̴͚̉,̶̼̺̈͛ ̵̨̗͊w̸̭̼̓̅i̵̮̥̊͒t̶̠̱̂͠h̷̦͊ ̵͎̱̚á̴̮ń̵͙͚y̸̟̦̋ ̵̬̺̾l̶͔͑u̶̫͌̌c̴̺̈́͆k̵͎͑́.̵̝͠ ̵͎͖̕͝ Hold fast, my friend.
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late week 2
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sometime mid-may
I know it hasn't been too long since you've returned to Thorne after all that's happened. How are you doing?
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rifts prelude; mid-july
Imagine his surprise when Urianger had agreed that was a good idea, and even invited him to come along. Urianger has certainly come a long way, when Thancred considers how he used to hide his face under a hood and behind a pair of goggles. He can't help but feel a twinge of pride.
They walk over to the Castle together, drawing little attention to themselves as they make their way to the bathing area. Thancred does catch some whispering among the servants about strange flashing lights that have been spotted in the sky at night, and can't help but wonder what will be in store for them next. He knows better than to brush off that sort of thing, as Abraxas seems to be as full of strange occurrences as Etheirys.
For now, though, all is quiet. Thancred doesn't want to push Urianger's sense of decency too far, so he tells him to go enter the baths first and he'll follow him in shortly after. He undresses in the changing room and tucks away his clothing, then wraps a towel around his waist. See, he can be accommodating!
He strides into the bath with the towel still firmly in place. Urianger's already in the water, revealing only as much of his bare skin as he finds comfortable. ]
How is it? Did you try the baths at the Cascading Boughs? They were—
[ But it seems some prior bather allowed water to pool on the stone floor and didn't wipe it up, and it's enough that he slips and almost loses his balance. Thancred manages to redistribute his weight and stumbles to the side slightly, which keeps him from actually falling and hurting himself, but his towel has fallen from his hips in the process.
Whoops— ]
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