Sorin Khat - Eclipse's page

Sorin listens intently to Ripple's revelation, her words striking a chord with him. Her candidness and her experience with violence rather than acceptance resonate with him. He understands the fear and misunderstanding that can arise from being different.

"Yeah, I've noticed that about humans too," Sorin responds, his voice tinged with a mix of empathy and sadness. "They. I mean, we. We can be quick to choose violence over understanding. It's tough when you're different when you don't fit into their idea of what's normal. What that is. I'm not it, that's for sure."

He glances at the house, bouncing along behind them, a smile breaking through his contemplative demeanor. "But hey, your hut is really cool," he says, his tone lightening. "It's like it's got a personality of its own. That's pretty amazing."

Sorin listens to Ripple's interpretation of Eclipse. Her question makes him pause, reflecting on the deeper meaning behind the name he had given himself. The rubble around them seems almost symbolic of the internal obstacles he faces.

"Yeah, I guess I am like the moon in that way. Hmm." Sorin replies thoughtfully, his voice tinged with a mix of realization and introspection. "I saw it as, it's like I have this light inside me, this potential to do good, to be a hero. But there's also this darkness, right? These powers can be so destructive if I lose control, even for just a second." He glances down at his hands, as if seeing the physical embodiment of his abilities.

He looks back up at Ripple, his expression more resolute. "I want to be the light, to help and protect people. But sometimes, I'm afraid that the darkness, the part of me that can cause harm, is all that others see. That it's all I'll ever be." His words are heavy with the weight of his doubts and fears. "It's a struggle I have not yet mastered."

"Ripple, how did you come to be here, and what's your story?" he asks, curiosity getting the better of him.

Sorin walks alongside Ripple, listening to her methodical, almost analytical way of speaking. Her admission and the subsequent attempt at a more personal connection seem to strike a chord with him. He glances at her, a mix of curiosity and empathy in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm Sorin," he responds, his voice tinged with a hint of youthful uncertainty, characteristic of someone still finding their place in the world. "It's okay, Ripple. I get it; sometimes we all have reasons to hide who we are or... to be something else." His words trail off for a moment as he reflects on his own experiences of being more than just a teenager, of recent events planeswalking and being stuck with these immense powers he didn't ask for.

He shuffles his feet slightly, a nervous habit, then looks back at Ripple with a more confident smile. "And, yeah, I'm okay. Just trying to make sense of all this, you know? It's a lot to take in. Just when I thought I knew what was happening. Poof. I'm somewhere else all over again." Sorin gestures vaguely towards the tower and the chaos around them.

"Being here, with all of you, it's... new. But I think we can figure it out together." His tone is hopeful, revealing his belief in the power of unity and collaboration, even among strangers from different worlds. He smiles. "Yeah. I think I'd like that."

As they continue towards the tower, Sorin seems to relax a little, the initial tension easing as he converses with Ripple. Removing Insecure. "So, Ripple, like the pebble in a lake, huh? That's a cool way to choose a name." He offers a genuine, friendly grin.

"Where I was before, I called myself Eclipse. I have all this darkness in me and I'm fighting to keep it from blocking out the light, but it's hard. So I figured it was like when a moon goes in front of the sun." He frowns. "When I say it out loud, it doesn't make as much sense as it did in my head."

"It's actually Haze."

Sorin looks confused but nods "Oh. Okay. Sorry about that. Nice to meet you Haze."

"I am Yuri Tanaka. My friend there is Viridi... Are you able to shed any light on what is happening here?"

"Pleasure. Yuri. Viridi." Sorin says, repeating the names over and over in his head to himself.

Yuri, Viridi. Yuri, Viridi. Yuridi, V-. Uhh. No. Wait.

"Well, introductions done, I figure we should start with gathering some information." He says before nodding towards the tower with the humming. "Feel we could start there."

Sorin waves his hands "Whoa. Whoa. Whoaa. Hold on. Yes. Sorry to interrupt. Just a moment." He turns to Meliska, "Haze? Haze you said. You just said. I am sure it. Is Meliska like your surname? Are you going by surnames now?"

He pivots to Ripple "... and you are Rita. Rita, right? Or, uhm, Wasa it Ripple?"

He pinches his nose and groans, closing his eyes "I am so confused right now."

When everyone starts walking, he tries to follow, doing his best to recite all of these names in his head again.

Sorin, still reeling from the chaos of battle and the relief of being saved, tries to regain his composure. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts as he grapples with the fast-paced developments and the introduction of new faces.

Why is everyone asking so many questions? he thinks, struggling to keep up with the rapid influx of information and interactions.

Turning to the woman who had assisted him, he nods in gratitude, trying to recall her name in the flurry of the moment. "Rita. Right. Thank you, Rita." His voice carries a hint of uncertainty, but he hopes the sincerity of his thanks comes through.

Then, his mind snaps to Meliska, another ally who had helped him earlier. He scrambles to remember her name, chastising himself internally. Why can't I ever remember people's names? It was like Fog. Or Sog. SMOG! That's it.

Feeling a bit more confident, he turns to Meliska with a smile. "Smog. Right? Thank you, Smog. For earlier, I mean." He offers a friendly nod, unaware of the error in the name. In his earnest attempt to show appreciation, he overlooks the fact that he's misremembered her name.

Sorin's focus is entirely on maintaining the gravitational storm he's conjured, a tempest of his own fears and determination. Amidst this whirlwind of power, he is vaguely aware of the battlefield's chaos, of allies and enemies moving in a deadly dance. However, his concentration is suddenly broken as a spear, hurtling over the wall, threatens to strike him.

Before he can react, a massive vine whips through the air, intercepting the spear with a shower of rubble. Sorin turns sharply, his eyes tracing the vine's path back to its source - the woman in impeccable attire with the golden pin shaped like a sun on her chest. He watches, almost in awe, as the vine-arm defender offers him a smile and a wink.

What was her name? Has she said her name?

He feels a surge of gratitude towards Ripple, mixed with a renewed sense of camaraderie. This strange, vine-wielding being had stepped into the fray to protect him. He looks down at the beautiful weapon at his feet and is very glad it is not embedded in his chest.

FOCUS SORIN!

"Uh, thanks!" he manages to shout over the din of battle, giving Ripple a nod of appreciation. There's a fleeting moment where Sorin's youthful features break into a smile before he continues to focus on the task at hand and not allow it to backfire and kill someone again.

When the battle is over, Sorin collapses to the ground out of breath, breathing heavily.

When the dwarf-like creatures speak to them, Sorin is about to respond when the woman that defended him speaks for them. He nods in agreement with her statement.

Standing, he brushes off the debris and says "I'm uhm, Sorin. Nice to meet you Er-der dor. Uhh. Sorry. Could you give me your name again?"

Sorin stands amidst the chaos, a battle raging within him as much as is with the soldier outside. He closes his eyes, desperately trying to focus, to call upon the vast power he knows he possesses.

Come on, you can do this!

Gain Burn: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4 Miss. 2 burn + mark Angry, Guilty and Insecure.

He seeks that familiar surge of energy, but it's elusive, slipping away just as he feels he's getting a grasp on it. Frustration bubbles up inside him, a fiery tide threatening to consume his resolve. He blurts out "Why now?!" and slams his fist into the nearby wall.

His eyes spring open and the scene of destruction before him sharpens his fear. Meliska's struggle with the advancing undead soldier and everyone is in danger peril – it's all too much.

I can't... I can't let them down again...

He tries to convince himself, but panic and doubt threaten to overtake him.
The last time he tried this, he nearly hurt Meliska.

Am I really strong enough for this? What if I'm just in the way

The insecurity gnaws at him, making his heart race and his palms sweat. Rubbing his hands on his cloak, he stokes the swirling vortex of his emotions and reaches out for something to help bring clarity.

No, I won't be paralyzed by fear. I have to do something, anything!

His hands rise up as the air around him begins to crackle with pent-up energy. His eyes blaze with determination, a silent promise to himself and his team.

Talking to himself, he mutters under his breath as he finally manages to grab hold of what he had been searching for "This is it. I have to control it, channel it, use it!"

The reality around him bends to his will. The ground ripples and the air begins to thicken as a storm of gravitational force erupts from him, directed at the undead soldier.

Hold it together! Just. A bit. Longer.

He strains to ensure that his efforts to not backfire this time and injure his newfound allies or innocents nearby.

Flare: Reality Storm: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 2) + 3 = 11 Spending both burn to avoid collateral damage.

Edit: I initially put afraid, but I meant guilty!

In the midst of the chaos, Sorin is acutely aware of the unfolding disaster. The building is giving way, lives are in imminent danger, and his powers are fluctuating wildly, further complicated by the mysterious dragon’s influence over him. He hears Meliska’s words, a mix of urgency and concern, and they snap him back to the immediate reality.

"R-Right. You're right." he acknowledges, putting his hands on his head and trying to calm the chaos temporarily.

"A lot of breakable people here"

These words resonate with him, underscoring the gravity of the situation. (Sorry, I couldn't resist.)

He knows he needs to act fast, balancing the need to help with the need to keep himself safe. Sorin prepares to move away from the center of the chaos. But before he does, he makes a concerted effort to assist as many people as he can while he moves with the others toward the animated house.

With the city crumbling around him and his powers spiraling out of control, Sorin's first instinct is to regain some semblance of order amidst the pandemonium. He realizes that if he doesn't get a handle on his abilities soon, the consequences could be catastrophic.

Fighting against the disorienting effects of the dragon's magic and the gravitational anomalies, Sorin struggles to ground himself. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to block out the screams and the sounds of destruction. He focuses inward, attempting to tap into that central core of calm he's learned to find in even the most dire situations.

Opening his eyes, Sorin takes in the scene: the floating stones, the impending collapse of the building, the frightened civilians. His mind races, trying to formulate a plan. He knows he needs to stabilize his powers first; only then can he attempt to mitigate the disaster unfolding around him.

Assess: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) = 7

Take a powerful blow: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 6) = 12
Why don't we start with losing control? That sounds like a winner.

As the ground beneath Sorin shudders and quakes, fissures spider-webbing across the plaza, he feels a surge of panic. The intense gravitational fluctuations exacerbate his disorientation, making it difficult to stand, let alone think clearly. It’s as if his force is being turned against him, leaving him vulnerable and exposed.

He turns to Meliska, his face full of fear and urgency, and croaks out a desperate plea. "Get away from me—now!" he gasps, his body shaking violently and his voice strained, barely audible over the din of the collapsing city.

Sorin, taken aback by Meliska's forwardness, instinctively stiffens as she tugs at his cloak. There's a momentary flash of discomfort on his face, quickly replaced by a cautious curiosity. He relaxes slightly, understanding that Meliska's action is likely more about gaining his attention than a threat. "Uh, yeah?" Sorin responds, his voice carrying a hint of hesitancy mixed with the need to appear composed. He smooths his cloak back into place.

Still grappling with the whirlwind of new information and the overwhelming environment, he tries to match Meliska's conversation pace. "Hold on. Why am I weird?" Sorin asks with a hint of defensive curiosity. His brows furrow slightly. "And who's Krokt?" He shifts his weight from one foot to another.

Internally, Sorin's thoughts race, "She doesn't give me time to talk. I have questions, too!" His mind is a mix of curiosity and frustration, typical of a teenager trying to find his footing in a conversation that seems to run away from him.

Gathering his thoughts, he raises a hand to pause the rapid-fire dialogue, "Okay, hold on. Hold. Just slow down a second, please." His voice cracks slightly. He points towards the large triangular tower, his arm extending with a youthful eagerness. "That. Do you know what THAT is?" he asks, his eyes wide with curiosity, reflecting a keen interest beyond mere wonder. He turns slightly to the glyph, [b]"Oh, and how about that glyph? Do you recognize it? Does it make you... uneasy, too?" His voice trails off, the last word almost a whisper, as he tries to gauge Meliska's reaction.

Sorin's shake is similar to Meliska's own. No macho squeezing or attempting to impress; Sorin's touch is almost soft.

"That's an interesting question with multiple answers. From originally or from where I just came from?" he closes his mouth, thinking for a few seconds. "I don't usually talk myself in circles. I think. Maybe? No. I don't."

Shaking his head, he says "Tarkir, originally. Have you heard of it? Most recently, though, Innistrad. Not as nice of a place, I'm afraid. Give me dragons over vampires any day. Geez."

Getting back to something Meliska said, he asks "Utvara. Is that here? Are we in Utvara? Wait."

"If they don't speak what we're speaking, you aren't from Utvara either. Where are you from?"

This one is full of exciting questions. She's pretty inquisitive.

Sorin seems intent on heading towards the tower, but he stops dead in his tracks when he absorbs what's in front of him. It captures his attention, and he ignores the warning signs that someone is approaching him from behind.

Startled, he turns quickly, sucking his breath and stepping back. Raising his hands as the pressure in the air shifts slightly, he prepares to defend himself or blast his assailant, only to find Meliska standing before him, asking questions. With wild eyes, he thrusts his hands towards his assailant and prepares to send them hurtling away from him...

... only it's not an assailant. It's a girl.

Sighing, he lowers his hands which are shaking with anxiety and shakes his head "I'm sorry. I almost. I was distracted. Yes, of course. But, no. I mean, well, yes. Sort of. Wait. One moment."

He closes his eyes and exhales, holding his palm towards Meliska, trying to center himself and slow down. Opening his eyes, he asks. "Okay. Can we start again? Yes, I just arrived here. While I'm from the land of Dragons, I'm not with that dragon. Hello. I'm Sorin."

A teenage boy with a jagged scar across his face and clad in a dark cloak arrives, crouching with a fist on the ground. Slowly standing in the midst of this bustling, unfamiliar cityscape, his first instinct is to blend in and observe what is going on. His attention is quickly drawn to the chaos unfolding around him. People seem disoriented, their reactions a mix of awe, confusion, and fear.

He coughs twice and says mostly to himself "Where is this?"

He finds himself cautiously moving toward the tower and glyph.