The hall is very long, and the walls are intricately carved in the forms of people, places and things that Harnel will recognize. In fact, the most prominent figure on the walls is him: the walls are his story, immortalized by master artisans in stone. Every battle and notable occurrence in his life is here, but there aren't many words. Only names and dates connected to-oh, it's a list of all of Harnel's kills.
The start of the hall is the start of his life, and as it goes on he can exmaine his life. It begins with his birth... and ends with a person on a road, shooting him with a gun.
At the end of the hall is a double door, carved like a magnificent castle.
That... wow. Some of these he doesn't even remember himself. Ah, wait, look at that; it's the fight against The arch-lich whose name eludes him so soon after waking up. There's his first real battle, Green Stops, against a small contingent of undead and their necromancer. Has he really killed so many things over the years?
A rifle though... He'd just been learning to use rifles. To think someone shot him... ugh. well, he was still alive, wasn't he? The abrupt end is a bit disconcerting, but there it is. Now all that's left is to wonder what the bleeding hells is going on ?!
He'll move very quickly towards the exit, before trying to get the doors open.
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The door opens, to reveal a grand hall. The walls and ceiling (about 200 feet away) are made out of some radiant white metal, and the floor is like marble but the swirls are slowly moving. The red carpet has been rolled out, and is lined with dozens of able-bodied swordsmen. As one, they draw their blades and kneel in respect. The carpet leads to a fine throne on the far side of the room, a long ways away. Someone is sitting on it, but it's hard to tell details from here.
If Harnel starts walking forward, rose petals will begin to waft from the sky.
Harnel moves somewhat cautiously through the hall, eying the warriors. What in the world is going on here? This place is absolutely beautiful, but he remembers the afterlife, what with the mass of light beings and glorious combat. He even remembers the judgement table of the god of death.
So where the hell is this? He's never seen anywhere so opulent in the Nexus. Could it have screwed with his afterlife?
He'll approach the figure on the throne, of course.
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The figure on the throne is one of amazing beauty... and danger. Her face is hidden by an iron mask in the shape of a beautiful woman's face, but her hair flows over the throne and onto the ground, crimson red. On her head are iron spikes or horns in the shape of a crown, each one topped by a fine jewel.
Her skin is scales, many of them of varying sizes and shades implying the some are newer: comparable to scars. Most are of a deep blue, almost black hue, but speckled on her body are scales of other colors.
Her body itself is unique: she is a very shapely woman, but that isn't her most notable aspect. Instead, her most notble aspect is her six arms. On he right side, each hand wears a gauntlet: the top one wears a lighter gauntlet to help preserve dexterity, the middle one has a heavier gauntlet typical of plate mail, and the bottom one has a large, spiked gauntlet with wicked claws. Her left side has clawed hands: her top arm ends in small, workable claws, her middle one in larger, more dangerous claws... and the bottom one has wicked talons.
Her clothes are for relaxing: a very loose-fitting toga... but Harnel may notice that by the right side of the throne, there is a suit of armor fitted for her. In fact, there is a small, subtle magic effect that encourages him to notice it.
Behind her... it's hard to say, perhaps she has wings furled behind her. Perhaps it is the throne herself, or perhaps it is a supernatural aura... but for whatever reason, from behind her comes a bright but soft light. It seems to be generated by no small amount of aetheric fire.
Her voice rings out, clearly heard throughout the hall: "Harnel Threlsian, now Harnel Mithar, I am both honored and deeply sorrowed to receive you in my halls." Every word she speaks feels of importance and truth, and is also laced with a strong but subtle magic effect that should make them seem all the heavier to the mind.
Harnel will indeed notice the armor, and listen to her words. He also can't help himself but look her over, given the semi-revealing nature of the toga, but he's tactful and dutiful enough to his wife that it's no more than a glance before he's looking her in the eye once more.
"Where am I? What happened?"
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"You are within The Halls of Feavous, a haven for mighty and honorable warriors shunned by their own gods or afterlife. I am the Lady of the hall, Gelandriel. Harnel Threlsian, I am sorry, but you are dead. Your body was ripped apart by powerful magic, and the one who made this sought to make sure you would never return, by banishing your soul far away from the world you know, or the afterlife you deserve. I cannot send you back, for that realm is beyond my influence." Every word seems sincere. And while she is doing her best to hide it behind a somewhat aloof and professional air, she does seem deeply saddened by this turn of events.
((His name before it was changed to Mithar was Therishein, not Threlsian ))
Harnel frowns. Gelandriel should be able to tell that, to him, it sounds like she's telling the truth, but he remains a bit skeptical, "Then why all this for me? Seems a bit... overdone." He'll reach up to his ear where he normally keeps his earring, "And where are my things? I was led to understand spirits keep an approximation of their things when they die."
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"I welcome each warrior to my halls with the respect that they deserve," Gelandriel states. She certainly seems to believe that he deserves this! "As for your items, they were disintegrated. I have furnished you with your current garb until I can give you proper replacements."
"Now... now, Harnel Therishein, I ask you for aid. I am even now hounded by an enemy, an enemy that has taken many of my champions already. This enemy seeks souls, to use them as fuel for their conquest of worlds. I cannot fight them totally, merely do my best to thwart them within my realms. They are even now coming closer, plotting to take worlds that I draw dear. I ask of you, will you be willing to take up a sword in defense of those who cannot defend themselves? I say to you now, that you will not fight this enemy alone, but I do ask..." She is quiet for a moment, as if admitting something to herself. "yea, perhaps I even plead, that you help me."
Harnel frowns for a long while, mulling it over, "I'd like to meet them first, then decide," He obviously doesn't trust this all yet, but he's willing to go along with it for now.
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Gelandriel nods. "I understand, but you should don armor before you leave. They see the living as resources, and as thus will try to capture, or outright kill, you when they see you. I do not wish to see you wounded again, much less so soon."
Somwhere
"Indeed." her top right hand reaches out, holding out a bracelet. With a slight gesture, it will fly in an elegant arc toward Harnel. If he does not catch it, it will fall onto a velvet pillow at his feet that was not there before. "This will help you travel between the places in the Halls. Will to be sent to a location, such as the armory for your equipment, and you will be sent there. Return to me when you are ready to meet my enemies, and I will send you to them."
Harnel will indeed catch the bracelet, and consider for a moment before putting it on, "This begs a final question before I go though," He'll look towards her eyes, a piercing gaze that seems to cut through falsehood, "What are you?"
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"Some call me a god. Some call me a demon. However, to my knowledge the most accurate description of me is 'a transrealital entity of godlike power limited to her own realm and those metaphysically nearby'. It's a bit of a mouthful, but I am not aware of any word to describe this accurately. I am not, by my nature, god nor demon. Instead, I am something else."
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