[Oh, geez. Hunter remains silent for a moment after the memory fades and the screen goes dark again, listening carefully to Rynlan's words despite not understanding shit.
After a moment, quietly:]
... Sorry. [Oof.] Were you at war with the undead...?
[he shakes his head slightly, trying to clear it. that memory's one that lingers, a little.]
They invaded our home. There were a number of them to begin with, they had agents on our side working with their leader for power-- it was easy, for them.
They were there for our magic source. Once they reached it and had done what they came to do-- they left, and all of us who were still alive were left to try to rebuild.
We took the war to them, eventually. The entirety of our world did-- they considered themselves the enemies of all the living.
We did. The Lich King is gone, now. I wasn't a part of the final efforts against the Scourge, not personally, but I went north with our forces.
...we were able to restore our source some time before that, as well, so we've been rebuilding at the same time. Splitting our efforts where we can. It's nowhere near finished, yet, but we've been much better than we were.
[-oh. well, that's-- he doesn't have a lot of room to talk about weird, but whatever is going on with this man's face is still kind of unsettling, nevermind the rest of what he says.]
What by the-- the rain what? Is that really what you're used to?
[Sometimes, you are old and half of your face is rotting. Nbd. Hunter is glaring at the screen when the memory winds down — until Rynlan addresses him.]
Ehh... [A shrug.] It's about as hot as this realm. And we do have magic. As long as you don't do something stupid like run outside in the middle of a painbow or gorenado, you'll be fine.
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After a moment, quietly:]
... Sorry. [Oof.] Were you at war with the undead...?
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[he shakes his head slightly, trying to clear it. that memory's one that lingers, a little.]
They invaded our home. There were a number of them to begin with, they had agents on our side working with their leader for power-- it was easy, for them.
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... How did it end?
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[a little quieter, there.]
They were there for our magic source. Once they reached it and had done what they came to do-- they left, and all of us who were still alive were left to try to rebuild.
We took the war to them, eventually. The entirety of our world did-- they considered themselves the enemies of all the living.
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Oh. [Oh...] Did you get your revenge, then?
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...we were able to restore our source some time before that, as well, so we've been rebuilding at the same time. Splitting our efforts where we can. It's nowhere near finished, yet, but we've been much better than we were.
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I hope you get to go home, Rynlan. You should get to see it through to the end.
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Sweet of you, but we're more or less at peace, at the moment. I do want to be there, it's just-- not as dire as it used to be for us.
[they're pretty okay, at this point.]
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[But just as he says this, the screen flickers to life again.]
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What by the-- the rain what? Is that really what you're used to?
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Uhh... Yes? The seas are boiling, too.
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[hunter what is wrong there]
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[sometimes you live on a carcass and the sea is a warm bowl of soup.]
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