[X] ...I don't remember.
[X] Male
[X] Pyromancer. A heretical genius, who sought to continue the work of the Witch of Izalith.
The Pyromancer mentally translated Priscilla's old-timey word choices.
Beseech meant 'Request,' maybe, so... She was asking if she could know his name?
"No." He replied.
Priscilla blinked at the response, and waited a moment before asking another question. "Ah... May I wit why, or would thee consider that improper?"
"Oh, the why is simple." The Pyromancer responded. "I can't tell you something that I don't remember, after all."
Priscilla seemed somewhat surprised by this answer. "Oh... My condolences." She noted, giving another bow.
The Pyromancer shrugged. It wasn't like people used his name much, anyway. Even before be became Undead, his attempts to recreate the works of the Witch of Izalith isolated him from his peers, who kept going on about how it was 'Too dangerous' and 'The foolish work of a madman.'
But that wasn't important right now.
Looking at the tall woman, the Pyromancer stroked his chin in thought.
"Crossbreed..." He muttered. "Hm... You're not as heavily-built as a Giant would be, which means you must have some divine blood to be as tall as you are. And children between Gods and Humans are nothing special, especially not enough to earn the title 'Crossbreed' over it, which means that your other half must be more exotic..."
"Could thee not tell from mine tail?" Asked Priscilla. The Pyromancer frowned, and looked at it for a moment.
"Oh, right, the tail. Yes, I suppose that makes it easier to guess your other half. Given that you're humanoid, despite not being part Giant or Human, that would mean your birth was manipulated, to a degree. And there are very few species that I can think of that are worth being mixed with a god, and even fewer with tails. The first that comes to mind is-"
"-Dragons." Priscilla finished, looking down.
...Well, he was going to say Titanite Demons, but her reaction seems to give away that she was, indeed, part Dragon.
"I assume I am correct, then?" The Pyromancer continued, deciding against voicing his thoughts.
"Yes." Replied Priscilla, holding her scythe warily. "I was wrought by Duke Seathe the Scaleless, midst his experiments, and sent to Ariamis's Painted Realm when the Gods of Anor Londo protested mine existence."
"Painted Realm?" The Pyromancer asked. "I don't recall entering any Painted Realm's. How did I get here?"
Priscilla seems a bit surprised at the direction he took the conversation, but did not object. Come to think of it, she was sounding uncomfortable when discussing why she is called 'Crossbreed,' so the change in topic would please her.
"I wit not how thee came." Priscilla chimed in. "Thine appearance was sudden, with nary a warning beforehand."
The Pyromancer thought for a minute. "Teleportation? There are Miracles that do that, but Homeward only sends you home, and this place is not my home. Unless I was in the Asylum for longer then I thought, but my clothes would have rotted away long before the swamp saw snow..."
Priscilla also gives it some thought, before thinking of something.
"Did thou, perchance, find a peculiar doll, ere thine arrival?"
The Pyromancer nodded. "Indeed. I found it while looking around the Asylum. Is it magic, or something?"
Priscilla nodded. "Enchanted by mine father. It is projecting thou mind here in physical form, whilst leaving thy body whence thou were whilst thou rest."
The Pyromancer frowned. "So while I have the doll, falling asleep will take me here, but leave my body at the Asylum?"
Priscilla nodded.
"In that case, how would I return to the waking world from here?"
Priscilla thought for a moment, searching her memory.
"Waiting for the rise of the sun should do." She said, after some time. "The magic should awaken thee then."
Some time passed, before Priscilla spoke again.
"Before thee awaken, I was curious... Could thou speak of the outside world for me? This Painted Realm has been mine home for a long time, and I have heard not of the state of Lordran since then."
The Pyromancer tells her...
[X] Of how Lordran was condemned as the Land of the Undead.
[X] Of how most of the Gods had fallen, died, or gone insane.
[X] That he knows little of Lordran, having come from outside of it.
[X] Write-in.
Over the next few months, the Pyromancer spends his waking hours... (Pick One)
[X] Trying to escape his cell.
[X] Practicing his Pyromancy.
[X] Doing nothing and sleeping for longer. (Select an additional option in the following vote)
[X] Write-in.
And when he slept, visiting the Painted Realm, he... (Pick Two, unless Doing Nothing is voted for above).
[X] Talked to Priscilla.
-[X] About Magic.
-[X] About their pasts.
-[X] About the world.
-[X] Write-in.
[X] Exploring the Painted Realm.
[X] Write-in.
(When voting, the first option is stand-alone, and the later options are a plan and are to be voted for as a group).
