Elsewhere.
The ground is a rust red colour, so is the sky, though slightly lighter. While the vegetation, what little vegetation that can be found, is an even darker red.
It's another plane of existence. And walking through some hill country in this strange place. Is a large, heavily armoured figure.
Lord Farque looks up at the red sky, and sees the sun, which is a pale reddish pink, almost white in colour. Probably the only thing he's seen here that isn't completely red.
The undead warlord, slightly shakes his head. And sighs as the unfamiliar, though familiar figures and numbers stream across the inside of the visor of his full helm.
As has happened a few times in the past, his full suit of armor, along with the full helm. Has changed shape on him. And looks nothing like it does on the normal physical world of Volunell.
"Hmmm it's picked up a life sign" quietly says Lord Farque in the ancient language of his family, followed by "It says ten point two kilometers" he then silently adds, whatever the fuck that is.
"About six miles or so my Lord" says Ryn the Sword of Power, who is strapped to the back of the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque.
One of the quirks of this plane of existence, is that the Sword of Power's voice is heard out loud here.
Which came to a surprise to both her and Lord Farque when he first entered this plane of existence a few weeks ago.
The lord of the death realm grunts, then he sets off again after briefly stopping on the side of a hill.
As he walks, the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque, who stands six inches over six feet tall, and weighs close to three hundred pounds.
And the six foot long blade across his back, resume the conversation they were having before the undead warlord briefly stopped.
"So if you and your kind didn't use this plane" says Lord Farque who continues with "Did the gods use it instead?".
"They didn't use it either" says Ryn the Sword of Power, whose voice comes from the hilt of the weapon, which sticks up over the right shoulder of the undead warlord.
"They had other ways of traversing the world and elsewhere" adds Ryn, who is infact the soul of a Greater Dragon, who inhabits the Farque family sword.
The Greater Dragons being the creators of the world of Volunell. Just one of a number of worlds they've created over numerous galaxies, through untold years.
"No one in antiquity bothered using places like this" states the Greater Dragon Ryn, who follows that with "Apart from those creatures that dwell here".
Lord Farque, also know as Draugodrottin in his family's language, which is also the ancient language of command used to control his wardogs.
Continually scans the sky and surrounding countryside, as does his helm. Well, whatever it is that's his helm actually is, at this time and place.
The undead warlord who has the elven name of Des'tier, which means The Destroyer. Is fairly certain his helm in it's current shape can see and sense better than himself in this plane.
The lord of the death realm on the physical plane of Volunell can sense life (and death). Well in excess of twenty five miles. Easily identifying everything and anything in that distance, in all directions.
But in this strange place, not so much. He can only sense up to a couple of miles away at best. Which is better than nothing in his opinion. Considering what they've already encountered whilst here in this plane of existence.
The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque is just wondering if Ryn can identify the life form in the distance.
When all of a sudden, the inside of his helm starts scrolling through something at speed. Draugodrottin narrows his eyelids as he looks at the corner of what Ryn called a HUD, or screen. That's on the inside of the all black visor of his reshaped full helm.
The deathlord of Farque nods in understanding as he realizes what all the various images are, that's being displayed.
"Seems it's trying to identify the life form" says Lord Farque, who after a few moments watches as the images finally halts on one.
"Human" says the undead warlord who died at the age of twenty two, but has been around, so to speak, for over four and a half centuries. The lord of the death realm after a moments silence, adds "It's him".
Des'tier increases his pace, going from a quick walk, to a jog as he heads down out of the hills he's in.
As he runs through the red landscape, the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque is fairly certain this location looks like an area in the central region of the Southlands. Just to the south of the city-state of Phamal.
The Sword of Power Ryn mentioned that this plane of existence, or realm. Is a shadow of the physical world of Volunell.
The undead warlord can certainly believe that now. As he runs through this strange place, which is a shadow realm of the physical world of Volunell.
"And he's alive" says the deathlord of Farque, who follows that with "By some miracle". As the air in this shadow realm doesn't sustain human life.
As he increases his pace, Draugodrottin muses "A spell perhaps?" followed by "One cast before entering this shithole of a place".
As The Sword of Power has informed him that spellcasting is impossible in this particular plane of existence.
"Maybe" replies Ryn who continues on with "Or something he has with him" she briefly pauses before adding "An item of some kind".
The undead warlord grunts, and slightly nods as that's a definite possibility. Considering who we're dealing with.
The lord of the death realm, is silent as he runs onto what can only be described as a dirt road, which he heads north along, or what he assumes is north.
Des'tier who is running so quickly that he's almost a blur if someone saw him going by. Tells the Greater Dragon who inhabits his family's sword "He night be alive, but he's not moving".
The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque who can now sense the individual in question, leaps over a dried out river bed, where a bridge would normally stand in the physical world of Volunell.
Lord Farque spots a number of buildings away to the right. A farmhouse, barn, shed and out buildings.
He heads to it, as the human life form is somewhere in or near these buildings. Draugodrottin slows down and he jogs around to the back of what's a dilapidated farmhouse. Where he finds an individual lying face down on the red ground.
"It's him alright" says the undead warlord, who then sourly adds "The fucking prick". The lord of the death realm kneels down beside the prone figure, who is dressed head to toe in black. With a torn black hooded cloak.
The black clothing here is in stark contrast to the red surrounds of this particular plane of existence.
"In his hand" says Ryn the Sword of Power, Des'tier grunts as he sees a gem clutched in the right hand of the unconscious individual.
"Hmmm what spell is that?" muses Lord Farque as he senses the spell within the gem that's been activated.
"Sustain?" continues the undead warlord as he both looks and senses the spell gem. "Stasis" replies Ryn who follows that with "It's what's keeping him alive here".
"Must be one of Helbe's spell gems" says the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque, who continues on from that with "No fucking way he knows such a spell to put in a gem".
The Sword of Power is in agreement with the lord of the death realm, who she has known all of his life, so to speak.
Ryn tells Draugodrottin that it's more than likely the unconscious individual will die if he loses contact with the spell gem.
The deathlord of Farque is just wondering what to do. When his armour, which is actually an ancient nanite infused space suit, that belonged to the very first Farque. Comes up with a solution. As a series of figures and words come up on the HUD.
"Seems there's too much nitrogen and not enough oxygen in the air to sustain human life in this realm" says Lord Farque, who continues with "Well, that's what my suit says anyway". A section of the armour, the inner part of the right forearm pops open.
"Er?" says Draugodrottin, who continues with "What the fuck is that?". He sees the word "Breather" pop up on the HUD in the inside of his helm's visor.
"I believe that's a breather" says Ryn, who follows that with "Take it, and place it over his mouth and nose" she then adds "It will affix to him, and make it possible for him to breathe".
The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque does exactly that. And the black clad individual, though still unconscious, begins to breathe for himself.
Des'tier is just about to mention something to The Sword of Power, when an alarm goes off within his helm. Something he's become accustomed to since entering this plane of existence.
"Shit" mutters Lord Farque as he stands up, he continues with "Lifeform approaching" he follows that with "Make that lifeforms, it's a cluster of them". As he looks at what the HUD in his full helm shows him.
Looking down at the unconscious figure on the ground, Draugodrottin shakes his head, then draws the Sword of Power from across his back.
As he does, Lord Farque sourly says "You asshole Mira, look at all this fucking shit I've had to do to find you" followed by "And now even more shit to keep you alive" . . . . . .
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