|Over The Forest And Through The Swamp ...
||[Jan. 26th, 2010|05:16 pm]
A Sanctuary for the Multiverse
Timeline: Sometime after the shutdown, directly after this .
Characters: Clare, Raziel, various OCs
Warnings: Random violence against humans is entirely likely, as is smex! :P
Description: Clare wants to know what her sword is made of. Raziel only knows one person that could tell her. End result? Road trip!
Returning to Nosgoth was relatively easy; the Powers were now used to Raziel's frequent travels back and forth between Haven and his own world. And as it so happened, Konzen happened to be in an obliging mood, so finding a Chronoplast turned out to be unnecessary, the Power willingly settling them in the time as well as place of Raziel's choosing.
That time was in the long centuries before the sundering of the Circle, when vampires battled the Sarafan for survival, but had not yet been whittled down to Vorador alone. It was not a peaceful age--but Nosgoth was not a peaceful place. And it was far safer than any other time--any earlier, and he risked encountering his human self. Any later, and he risked interference by a fledgling Kain or a conniving Moebius. This age still had its risks, but it was by far the safest choice.
Stepping out of the portal between worlds, Raziel lifted his head, closing his eyes and breathing deep. It was night, and they were deep in the forest, the nighttime cry of wolves echoing in the distance. The trees around them were piney and ancient, heavy with moss and the scent of damp earth.
It was good to be home.