[ Not even the light from two suns can stir Illidan from his slumber. His vision is darker than it has ever been and for the moment, he finds peace within said darkness. Not that it lasts for long. Harmony should be denied to men like him and so it is with the rest of his keen senses picking up on his foreign surroundings. He's naked (who dared to do that to him?) and there's something present in the room with him.
Rather than reach out to attack it, he works on getting his body upright and seated on the bed. Whatever else is present will make their intentions known to him soon enough. Anyone brave enough to peek into K102 will be treated to quite the sight of a naked demon with large horns and ripped wings. ]
◅ONE: ENTER ONE EX-RAID BOSS▹ [ Illidan isn't down for the count long. His "nanny" fills in the details he walks around the residence hall in just pants. Honestly, it was difficult enough getting those on over his enormous hooves and why bother with a shirt when he has wings that won't fit underneath it? He won't be caught embarrassed with fabric tangled in his horns.
Plus there are more important things to concern himself with rather than his attire.
The mechanical creature goes on to describe the implants he received courtesy of his benefactors and how he'll grow used to them in time. There are no shortcuts, it insists, but Illidan knows there will always be a quicker path to greatness. Someone (he) will discover it with time. They stop by the armory and that's the end of the tour, Illidan left with a stick that he's meant to call a weapon and with far more questions than he set off with. Not to mention a handful of letters he can't read.
If you missed him wandering the hallways during the newbie tour, he's certainly right here with glowing orbs for eyes (and no fabric wrapped around so enjoy seeing the empty sockets where his eyes used to be) and a fistful of letters crumpling up under his claws. ]
◅TWO: EXPLORATION▹ [ Whether he traveled here alone or with a group, Illidan's quick to pick up things even without his sight. He's never been one to be helpless and in this world he would prove his worth to superficial caretakers who believe in his strength. After all, the sooner he gains their favor, the sooner he can cut them down and use their mangled corpses as stepping stones to the next.
He would show them that it was unwise to pluck a man (demon) from his goals.
Using the stick (with an ironic enough name) to get around, he pauses and to any who are nearby announces the obvious before it can be seen. ] Fire, or what remains of it.
[ The demonic looking guy is probably very familiar with the smell of fire. ]
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Rather than reach out to attack it, he works on getting his body upright and seated on the bed. Whatever else is present will make their intentions known to him soon enough. Anyone brave enough to peek into K102 will be treated to quite the sight of a naked demon with large horns and ripped wings. ]
◅ONE: ENTER ONE EX-RAID BOSS▹
[ Illidan isn't down for the count long. His "nanny" fills in the details he walks around the residence hall in just pants. Honestly, it was difficult enough getting those on over his enormous hooves and why bother with a shirt when he has wings that won't fit underneath it? He won't be caught embarrassed with fabric tangled in his horns.
Plus there are more important things to concern himself with rather than his attire.
The mechanical creature goes on to describe the implants he received courtesy of his benefactors and how he'll grow used to them in time. There are no shortcuts, it insists, but Illidan knows there will always be a quicker path to greatness. Someone (he) will discover it with time. They stop by the armory and that's the end of the tour, Illidan left with a stick that he's meant to call a weapon and with far more questions than he set off with. Not to mention a handful of letters he can't read.
If you missed him wandering the hallways during the newbie tour, he's certainly right here with glowing orbs for eyes (and no fabric wrapped around so enjoy seeing the empty sockets where his eyes used to be) and a fistful of letters crumpling up under his claws. ]
◅TWO: EXPLORATION▹
[ Whether he traveled here alone or with a group, Illidan's quick to pick up things even without his sight. He's never been one to be helpless and in this world he would prove his worth to superficial caretakers who believe in his strength. After all, the sooner he gains their favor, the sooner he can cut them down and use their mangled corpses as stepping stones to the next.
He would show them that it was unwise to pluck a man (demon) from his goals.
Using the stick (with an ironic enough name) to get around, he pauses and to any who are nearby announces the obvious before it can be seen. ] Fire, or what remains of it.
[ The demonic looking guy is probably very familiar with the smell of fire. ]