Why? Why today? Why did it have to be today?
Frhanz walked up to the Aetherite. "Kage, do you remember what it means when one of these is orange? It is the same as five years ago, shortly before the Calamity. When an aetherite gains a hue such as this, it is overloaded. ...As for what it means..."
He paused. The Garlean couldn't possibly have had that much aether in him, could he? The amount needed to do something like this to such a large aetherite would have rivaled what would be needed to summon a primal. Speaking of which, where was he? A simple aethernet teleport should have been instant. The man couldn't actually have gotten stuck, could he?
"Kage, the Garlean mercenary, 'Merc' if I may, did you ever see him teleport in to Ul'Dah? Or rather, anywhere?" "If what he said was true, and can be believed however crazy, I don't think I can fix this. Twelve be with us, we need to get him out before any thing notices this."
Normally, the ability to teleport and use aether as a means of transportation would come intuitively. If the man had actually not been born with the ability to use aether though....he could be anywhere, everywhere, nowhere. Frhanz began calculations for something that would be risky. He would use himself as a guide out of the aether. It would likely kill him, but it would restore the aetherial flow, fixing his mistake.
"Kage," as Frhanz turned around. "I'm sorry. This was my fault. I'm the one that told him to enter. I need to be the one to get him out." Reaching out a hand to the aetherite, Frhanz gave a sad smile. "I don't know what will happen, but if either of us survive this, give him a chance. I don't think he's nearly as bad as you think he is. Just...confused and lost."Â
He made a link with the node, trying to find the man. "He should still be around here, in the aether..."
Frhanz walked up to the Aetherite. "Kage, do you remember what it means when one of these is orange? It is the same as five years ago, shortly before the Calamity. When an aetherite gains a hue such as this, it is overloaded. ...As for what it means..."
He paused. The Garlean couldn't possibly have had that much aether in him, could he? The amount needed to do something like this to such a large aetherite would have rivaled what would be needed to summon a primal. Speaking of which, where was he? A simple aethernet teleport should have been instant. The man couldn't actually have gotten stuck, could he?
"Kage, the Garlean mercenary, 'Merc' if I may, did you ever see him teleport in to Ul'Dah? Or rather, anywhere?" "If what he said was true, and can be believed however crazy, I don't think I can fix this. Twelve be with us, we need to get him out before any thing notices this."
Normally, the ability to teleport and use aether as a means of transportation would come intuitively. If the man had actually not been born with the ability to use aether though....he could be anywhere, everywhere, nowhere. Frhanz began calculations for something that would be risky. He would use himself as a guide out of the aether. It would likely kill him, but it would restore the aetherial flow, fixing his mistake.
"Kage," as Frhanz turned around. "I'm sorry. This was my fault. I'm the one that told him to enter. I need to be the one to get him out." Reaching out a hand to the aetherite, Frhanz gave a sad smile. "I don't know what will happen, but if either of us survive this, give him a chance. I don't think he's nearly as bad as you think he is. Just...confused and lost."Â
He made a link with the node, trying to find the man. "He should still be around here, in the aether..."
