Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26545936-20171119195905

"A long time ago, you said it to be fire."

"Emotion bubbling up without end."

"Beasts came to aid whenever I called, ingenious creativity sprouted within."

"And I saved them, then... I lost them and then?"

A man with short white hair clad in a ripped and almost shredded jacket of sorts, wakes up, his dull green eyes widening in abrupt realization and he tears himself up onto the ground in foreign desperation. Letting out a breath, he slowly shakes his head as he wearily gets up off the ground.

"A... jungle?" Well this was... how did he know that word? Face scruching up in confusion, he knew that something was missing, there was this large blank in his memories and everything he could remember was extremely fuzzy... alright its time for some fact-checking.

His name was Kirdain Rle, he was a Planeswalker... some sort of powerful mage... and that he knew how to use 'red' magic... Hmm, even know he could sense a lot of ambient energy... and alot of it felt... red?

O-okay... what else? He knew that he could leave this plane or whatever it was through planeswalking, but something in his head suggested that leaving this plane might not be the best for him, something was... something was hunting him...? Yes, a faint memory still clings, a fight, he lost, were there allies? He believes so.

A startling snap of wood catches him out of his thoughts and he readies himself, preparing his... magic? It came so naturally to him, must have been doing it for a while if it was like muscle memory at this point. Still... unfamiliar situation, he tried backing away from the noise if he could. 