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Sigmund blinked, attempting to figure out what had just happened. One moment, he was in his study, flicking through his tome in search of a particular ritual. When he looked up from the book, however, he was no longer sitting at his desk. He was now sitting in the snow, in some unknown place, his tome still open in his hands.
“How curious.” The cultist muttered as he slowly shut his book. Where in the world was he? Sigmund looked around as he rose to his feet, closing his tome as he did so. Nothing in the general area looked familiar. The priest cast his gaze skyward.
“Perhaps I can navigate using th-” Sigmund began, only to pause as his eyes came to rest on the massive purple planetoid on the horizon. That wasn't good.
“Or not… No matter.” Sigmund said cheerily, reaching for a small pouch on his belt. “A quick spacial jaunt will solve this.”
The cultist turned up the pouch, emptying the contents into his waiting palm. The pouch contained a handful of breach crystals, always there in case of emergency. While unassuming, the small, prismatic gem were, in reality, crystallised chunks of divine essence. A pair of finger sized crystals tumbled from the bag into Sigmund’s hand, eliciting a ‘hmm’ from the cultist.
He could have sworn he had more stored away for an emergency. The priest stared at the crystals for a beat before cast away memories wormed their way back into his consciousness. Now that he thought of it, his sister had borrowed most of the crystals for a summoning and hadn't returned them, leaving him with the two in the pouch and the one set into his tome.
“Oh well.” Sigmund said to himself, dropping the crystals back into their pouch. “I'm sure she needed them more. I probably couldn't teleport back without knowing where I am, anyways.”
The cultist scratched his chin idly as he weighed his options. It was brutally cold, reminding him of home in a strange way. Despite the familiarity, Sigmund couldn't remain out in the elements for too long. He had to find shelter sometimes soon, but without any civilisation in sight, that could be tough. Or, that's what a normal person would think, at any rate.
Apparently ignorant to the dangers, Sigmund’s eyes lit up and his omnipresent smile cracked into a grin. This was no trial or tribulation, it was an adventure! A quest of, admittedly, quaint proportions, but a quest nonetheless. The cultist set off with a spring in his step. It was a rare occasion indeed that he got to off on his own, with no retainers or elder sisters watching over his shoulder. He enjoyed the company, of course, but something new was exciting, and full independence was certainly new.
The priest had marched through the frozen wasteland of the strange new land for what had probably been an hour, but felt like minutes to his excited mind. Thoughts shot through his mind at a lightning fast pace, eagerly speculating about the secrets hidden beneath the surface of this new place, oblivious to exactly how accurate his observation was. Sigmund cast a glance around his immediate surroundings, spotting a cavern jutting out of the ground not far away.
“Oh, perfect!” Sigmund said, turning towards the cave. “Just in time, too. It's colder than I expected.” The cultist ducked his head to slip into the cave, surprised by the drastic change in temperature. His subterranean sanctuary was delightfully warm, piquing Sigmund’s interest. Where did the warmth come from? He desperately wanted to know, but that investigation would have to wait for another day.
The cavern stretched deep into the ground, far beyond the distance that the cultist could see. Sigmund, despite his curiosity, was content to simply rest on the warmth of the cavern mouth for a spell. Truth be told, he was a little disappointed that there were no trees around to make a campfire with. All of the best adventurers sat around campfires with their companions. Come to think of it, he'd need companions too! Sigmund’s daydreams didn't last too long, as he reminded himself that he had to keep walking. The cultist dusted himself, and his tome, off as he rose to his feet.
“I wonder what kind of people I'll come across,” Sigmund mused. “Ooh, I hope they have nice food!”
“How curious.” The cultist muttered as he slowly shut his book. Where in the world was he? Sigmund looked around as he rose to his feet, closing his tome as he did so. Nothing in the general area looked familiar. The priest cast his gaze skyward.
“Perhaps I can navigate using th-” Sigmund began, only to pause as his eyes came to rest on the massive purple planetoid on the horizon. That wasn't good.
“Or not… No matter.” Sigmund said cheerily, reaching for a small pouch on his belt. “A quick spacial jaunt will solve this.”
The cultist turned up the pouch, emptying the contents into his waiting palm. The pouch contained a handful of breach crystals, always there in case of emergency. While unassuming, the small, prismatic gem were, in reality, crystallised chunks of divine essence. A pair of finger sized crystals tumbled from the bag into Sigmund’s hand, eliciting a ‘hmm’ from the cultist.
He could have sworn he had more stored away for an emergency. The priest stared at the crystals for a beat before cast away memories wormed their way back into his consciousness. Now that he thought of it, his sister had borrowed most of the crystals for a summoning and hadn't returned them, leaving him with the two in the pouch and the one set into his tome.
“Oh well.” Sigmund said to himself, dropping the crystals back into their pouch. “I'm sure she needed them more. I probably couldn't teleport back without knowing where I am, anyways.”
The cultist scratched his chin idly as he weighed his options. It was brutally cold, reminding him of home in a strange way. Despite the familiarity, Sigmund couldn't remain out in the elements for too long. He had to find shelter sometimes soon, but without any civilisation in sight, that could be tough. Or, that's what a normal person would think, at any rate.
Apparently ignorant to the dangers, Sigmund’s eyes lit up and his omnipresent smile cracked into a grin. This was no trial or tribulation, it was an adventure! A quest of, admittedly, quaint proportions, but a quest nonetheless. The cultist set off with a spring in his step. It was a rare occasion indeed that he got to off on his own, with no retainers or elder sisters watching over his shoulder. He enjoyed the company, of course, but something new was exciting, and full independence was certainly new.
The priest had marched through the frozen wasteland of the strange new land for what had probably been an hour, but felt like minutes to his excited mind. Thoughts shot through his mind at a lightning fast pace, eagerly speculating about the secrets hidden beneath the surface of this new place, oblivious to exactly how accurate his observation was. Sigmund cast a glance around his immediate surroundings, spotting a cavern jutting out of the ground not far away.
“Oh, perfect!” Sigmund said, turning towards the cave. “Just in time, too. It's colder than I expected.” The cultist ducked his head to slip into the cave, surprised by the drastic change in temperature. His subterranean sanctuary was delightfully warm, piquing Sigmund’s interest. Where did the warmth come from? He desperately wanted to know, but that investigation would have to wait for another day.
The cavern stretched deep into the ground, far beyond the distance that the cultist could see. Sigmund, despite his curiosity, was content to simply rest on the warmth of the cavern mouth for a spell. Truth be told, he was a little disappointed that there were no trees around to make a campfire with. All of the best adventurers sat around campfires with their companions. Come to think of it, he'd need companions too! Sigmund’s daydreams didn't last too long, as he reminded himself that he had to keep walking. The cultist dusted himself, and his tome, off as he rose to his feet.
“I wonder what kind of people I'll come across,” Sigmund mused. “Ooh, I hope they have nice food!”