Zevlor actually laughs at that. "Well, if I don't die trying here, I'm sure I'll find some other way later, never fear."
He's supposed to. Hellriders don't retire.
"But more to the point: Rivain?" He shakes his head, mystified. "I'm unfamiliar, but the geography of Avernus has certainly never been a subject of study for me before." And now he has a creeping feeling of misgiving. Is it possible to cross over from one Hell into another? Is it possible to slip through to another plane entirely? Zevlor takes another half-step back and sheathes his sword, but his tail-tip is lashing behind him with agitation.
"Elturel is known as the White City. Nearly everything is white stone. For fifty years there was no night, until we were dragged into the Hells and the Companion turned dark."
And now he's desperately confused. "What is the name of the nearest city here? What do you call this...ngh...country? Region?"
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Date: 2025-12-16 01:50 pm (UTC)He's supposed to. Hellriders don't retire.
"But more to the point: Rivain?" He shakes his head, mystified. "I'm unfamiliar, but the geography of Avernus has certainly never been a subject of study for me before." And now he has a creeping feeling of misgiving. Is it possible to cross over from one Hell into another? Is it possible to slip through to another plane entirely? Zevlor takes another half-step back and sheathes his sword, but his tail-tip is lashing behind him with agitation.
"Elturel is known as the White City. Nearly everything is white stone. For fifty years there was no night, until we were dragged into the Hells and the Companion turned dark."
And now he's desperately confused. "What is the name of the nearest city here? What do you call this...ngh...country? Region?"