It wasn’t uncommon for Ulric to travel so far from Delumine’s capitol building, even in the dark of night – but the eerily glowing pool of water sitting right in front of him, shining like a beacon against the backdrop of a midnight plain, was. The cogs of his mind didn’t have to grind for him to know that this hadn’t been here in the past. Over the past years he had spent living here, he believed he knew every square inch of Oriens’ territory. Hell, he was confident he could run patrols with a blindfold on (even if that would be defeating the purpose of a patrol) and never miss a step. Yet here this vexing pool was, taunting him and briefly making him wonder if he was just seeing things. The longer he looked at it, the more infuriating it became. He could most certainly run back to the capitol and report on it before investigating, which would probably be the wise decision on the off chance the pool was dangerous and somehow killed him, but it wouldn’t be the Ulric decision. Marching up to the edge of the pool, the Warden inspected the scene with a scathing glare. Oddly enough, it felt noticeably more humid where he stood beside it, and as much as he absolutely hated it he felt inexplicably drawn to it. With a dose of caution and a brief thought of just how stupid he was, Ulric took a step into the pool. It was indeed warm to the touch, and although only one hoof was currently submerged, the idea of going even deeper grew increasingly tantalizing. Throwing caution to the wind, the roan moved into the pool, the warmth soaking beyond the skin and seeping into sore, tired muscles, Ulric laughingly thought to himself that if this pool were to somehow bring his end, at least it would be relaxing. @Random Events |
***STAFF EDIT
@Ulrichas rolled a 4! He has been awarded +100 signos point for interacting with the pool.
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