choose your own adventure Raylan was generally content to stay in his little shack and whittle things out of wood, or read books, or experiment on his whittling, or stare into the fire and contemplate life. Preferably with some liquor in his cup while he did it. He came out every day to get water from the stream and reset his wards, and once a week additionally to buy bread and cheese from the merchant who passed through, because he could hunt his own meat. But now there was a war, the merchant didn't come through anymore, and Raylan was sure he was going to get scurvy or something before he could manage to get these potatoes to take root. His little garden so far was pretty pathetic, and he swore colorfully at it as he poked around in the dirt.
He heard a stick snap nearby and stood up quickly, fingers already crackling with electricity. The wards around his hut (frankly excessive, by most standards) lit up and started crackling too. "Who's there?" he called out, eyes narrowed at the trees. The Hinterlands had become a dangerous place. Today was as good a day to die as any, he supposed, it would save him from scurvy or whatever, but he was certainly going to take a few chunks out of whoever it was before he did it.
cult tower Raylan sat on the topmost step that led down into the little hollow with the rift in it. Demons milled around occasionally before being sucked back in, or going back in, or whatever they were doing. Either way, Raylan was at a safe enough distance that they didn't seem to consider it worth it to attack him, although occasionally one would look his direction as if they knew he were there.
He glanced up at someone who had come to stand next to him, then looked back down at the rift. "I reckon they can't get too far from it," Raylan said. "They've got some kind of connection with the Fade that goes through the rift, so they can't get more than a dozen paces from it. They don't even seem able to try. What do you think?" Having some idea of the capabilities of a rift would be useful the next time Raylan had to run away from one.
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Raylan Givens | Justified | native mage AU
Raylan was generally content to stay in his little shack and whittle things out of wood, or read books, or experiment on his whittling, or stare into the fire and contemplate life. Preferably with some liquor in his cup while he did it. He came out every day to get water from the stream and reset his wards, and once a week additionally to buy bread and cheese from the merchant who passed through, because he could hunt his own meat. But now there was a war, the merchant didn't come through anymore, and Raylan was sure he was going to get scurvy or something before he could manage to get these potatoes to take root. His little garden so far was pretty pathetic, and he swore colorfully at it as he poked around in the dirt.
He heard a stick snap nearby and stood up quickly, fingers already crackling with electricity. The wards around his hut (frankly excessive, by most standards) lit up and started crackling too. "Who's there?" he called out, eyes narrowed at the trees. The Hinterlands had become a dangerous place. Today was as good a day to die as any, he supposed, it would save him from scurvy or whatever, but he was certainly going to take a few chunks out of whoever it was before he did it.
cult tower
Raylan sat on the topmost step that led down into the little hollow with the rift in it. Demons milled around occasionally before being sucked back in, or going back in, or whatever they were doing. Either way, Raylan was at a safe enough distance that they didn't seem to consider it worth it to attack him, although occasionally one would look his direction as if they knew he were there.
He glanced up at someone who had come to stand next to him, then looked back down at the rift. "I reckon they can't get too far from it," Raylan said. "They've got some kind of connection with the Fade that goes through the rift, so they can't get more than a dozen paces from it. They don't even seem able to try. What do you think?" Having some idea of the capabilities of a rift would be useful the next time Raylan had to run away from one.
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