The towering figure in the palace is impossible to miss. It's no statue--the hands poking out of the long, black sleeves of its robe are clearly flesh--but it's as tall as they are, if not taller.
Hood up and mask firmly affixed to his face, Hythlodaeus doesn't catch sight of the new arrival immediately, especially not when he's so engrossed in examining as much of the temple as he can. "What caused this damage?" he wonders aloud, and hums as he walks over to inspect one of the claw-marked faces. "Some manner of beast perhaps?"
It's as he's going to inspect the next particularly interesting object that he finally manages to catch sight of the other person in the room, and he startles. "Oh! Oh dear. Terribly sorry. I must have lingered here too long. Let me just, ah, find a way to get out of your way here."
For what else could he be doing, other than bothering this perfectly nice individual?
B. The Astral Pursuer
The Hythlodaeus met outside the palace is a much more manageable size, though still as tall as ever at six fulms and five ilms. The loose, breezy, white top he wears seems somewhat fitting for the desert environment, cool yet offering protection against the desert sun and sands.
The black pants on the other hand... Well. Given how tight they are, they were clearly chosen for other reasons.
He turns a blood red gem this way and that as he holds it between his forefinger and thumb, holding it up to the sky and watching the reflected colors dance in the sunlight. "Quite beautiful, is it not?" Hythlodaeus asks, and drops his hand back down to the side as he turns to look at whoever has approached. "The dreamscape, I mean, though the jewel is quite nice too."
The smile he wears is all pleasantries, his glowing eyes sharp and calculating. With few exceptions, the one before him might as well be more toy than man.
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The towering figure in the palace is impossible to miss. It's no statue--the hands poking out of the long, black sleeves of its robe are clearly flesh--but it's as tall as they are, if not taller.
Hood up and mask firmly affixed to his face, Hythlodaeus doesn't catch sight of the new arrival immediately, especially not when he's so engrossed in examining as much of the temple as he can. "What caused this damage?" he wonders aloud, and hums as he walks over to inspect one of the claw-marked faces. "Some manner of beast perhaps?"
It's as he's going to inspect the next particularly interesting object that he finally manages to catch sight of the other person in the room, and he startles. "Oh! Oh dear. Terribly sorry. I must have lingered here too long. Let me just, ah, find a way to get out of your way here."
For what else could he be doing, other than bothering this perfectly nice individual?
B. The Astral Pursuer
The Hythlodaeus met outside the palace is a much more manageable size, though still as tall as ever at six fulms and five ilms. The loose, breezy, white top he wears seems somewhat fitting for the desert environment, cool yet offering protection against the desert sun and sands.
The black pants on the other hand... Well. Given how tight they are, they were clearly chosen for other reasons.
He turns a blood red gem this way and that as he holds it between his forefinger and thumb, holding it up to the sky and watching the reflected colors dance in the sunlight. "Quite beautiful, is it not?" Hythlodaeus asks, and drops his hand back down to the side as he turns to look at whoever has approached. "The dreamscape, I mean, though the jewel is quite nice too."
The smile he wears is all pleasantries, his glowing eyes sharp and calculating. With few exceptions, the one before him might as well be more toy than man.