[Oh. Oh goodness. Wow, he really got himself into something didn't he?
He's frozen a bit as he tries to think over all the myriad things he's plagued by trying to think of what could possibly be the most interesting or entertaining at the very least, and he starts muttering to himself little things like "too simple, too reliant on context, probably boring, that's a bit um, no, not that..." Eventually, he thinks of something, maybe.
He takes off his left glove and shows in his palm a bit of silver embedded in it, like how one would patch up a crack on porcelain. There is also the glow of his anchor shard from the same hand.]
I do not know how much you remember from my survey off the top of your head, but I had mentioned that the Fade as a concept was not unfamiliar to me. I'd been doing some research on planar travel and teleportation magic, and how to employ it in ways that would be accessible to anyone, even people who can't cast magic. I do not remember all the specifics, which is terrifying in its own way, but part of this involved another plane of existence very similar to the Fade.
Before I came here, I came to learn I might have been a living anchor for that plane of existence to the material plane of my world. Someone else I know was in a similar position for a different place, and was covered in gold cracks all over their body. I imagine if I had been there longer, there would be more of this all over me to keep the Black Void from... leaking out? I guess? [Hopefully, he doesn't have to worry about that here? Just a different kind of existential body horror?]
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He's frozen a bit as he tries to think over all the myriad things he's plagued by trying to think of what could possibly be the most interesting or entertaining at the very least, and he starts muttering to himself little things like "too simple, too reliant on context, probably boring, that's a bit um, no, not that..." Eventually, he thinks of something, maybe.
He takes off his left glove and shows in his palm a bit of silver embedded in it, like how one would patch up a crack on porcelain. There is also the glow of his anchor shard from the same hand.]
I do not know how much you remember from my survey off the top of your head, but I had mentioned that the Fade as a concept was not unfamiliar to me. I'd been doing some research on planar travel and teleportation magic, and how to employ it in ways that would be accessible to anyone, even people who can't cast magic. I do not remember all the specifics, which is terrifying in its own way, but part of this involved another plane of existence very similar to the Fade.
Before I came here, I came to learn I might have been a living anchor for that plane of existence to the material plane of my world. Someone else I know was in a similar position for a different place, and was covered in gold cracks all over their body. I imagine if I had been there longer, there would be more of this all over me to keep the Black Void from... leaking out? I guess? [Hopefully, he doesn't have to worry about that here? Just a different kind of existential body horror?]