"Holy shit!" were the first words that came from Icarus' mouth as he was assaulted by a cloud as he wandered the road south of Cittapashe. In one moment, he was traveling safely; the next, he was surrounded by white softness and being pulled into the sky. He tried clawing at the ground below him, at first, to no avail. The strength of the cloud yanked him by the ankle before it swelled around him and took him unwillingly anyway.
The first hour was him screaming as he sailed through the sky, unable to travel willingly and at a height where he would surely die without magic at his command. The next hour also consisted of screaming, though with certainly less energy. By the third hour, Icarus became used to it, wondering if he would simply travel endlessly.
"I just… what the hell is this? It's a cloud that I am sitting on," he said, contemplating his situation aloud as he laid on his back, relaxing in just how comfortable it truly was.
He was traveling east, as far as he could tell. The water below him indicated he was above the ocean without any hint of land in sight. Would he continue until he starved to death? In all his travels, this was both the strangest and most absurd thing he had ever witnessed. Clouds were not dense enough to support weight and certainly not intelligent enough to snatch a man from the ground. It defied all logic.
"Whatever, just let me know if you plan on killing me," he remarked as he dismissed his situation, placing his mask on his head at an angle that would block his eyes from the sun.
The cloud was certainly the most comfortable thing he had ever laid on. If he was going to die, at least he would remain comfortable until he was eventually dropped down screaming like a bat out of hell onto the world below. It was something he could enjoy for some time. His eyes closed and he fell asleep within moments.
He awoke to nightfall, his cloud having traveled countless miles in a matter of hours that brought land once more into view. This was the land of Parvpora, the second continent, and a strange land he knew nothing of. It was like waking in Canelux all over again. Hours passed once more and it seemed that he would completely pass across the entire continent, continuing his circumnavigation of the world. As the sea began to appear in the distance, the cloud took a sharp dive downward, prompting another fit of screams.
Heights never really bothered him, but the concept of placing his life in the hands of a cloud that could just as easily evaporate and kill him gave him a new fear. They descended at such a fast pace, he thought the cloud would smash him headfirst into the ground below. As they grew nearer, a massive darkness appeared directly below. The cloud began to even out its descent, lowering slowly beneath the threshold of the shroud.
A village of some sort lay below, residents that wandered the streets gawking at the sight above them. Lycanthropes, vampires, and drow alike all watched him as he now clutched onto the cloud, grasping at the surprisingly firm portions of its edge, as though it were accomodating his hands. Coming to a stop only inches above the ground, Icarus stepped off, knees shaking from the experience. It took all his effort not to vomit as he glanced around, taking deep breaths to fight off his sense of vertigo.
Growling at him, one of the lycanthropes stepped toward him. Doubled over and continuing his effort to recover from the experience, Icarus held one hand up as an appeal to the werewolf. Perhaps shocked by his display and the lack of fear, the werewolf cocked its head at him, no longer growling.
"I'm… sorry… that… was weird," he panted, standing upright to look at the villagers that had gathered.
"I uh… assume I'm not exactly welcome here. It wasn't my choice," he explained. "If there's something I can do for you, even if its just as simple as leaving, I'd rather not have a confrontation. I'm just getting used to this body and I'd prefer not to have to fight, if possible."
It was entirely true. Icarus had only resurrected a short month ago. He had no urge to take a chance at damaging the new flesh that was his own from several years ago. One of the villagers, a vampire, given the pale flesh and slightly elongated fangs, approached him slowly.
"You should probably see the elders. We've definitely got a job for you," he said aloud, causing an uproar of laughter from the crowd that had gathered.
The joke that escaped him was the fact this village had been suffering attacks on the outskirts as of late. With those that had gone to investigate returning headless, the people had no qualms about sending an outsider to investigate further. Better they send a stranger than one of their own if the sentence was a certain death. Holding his hands up and shrugging his shoulders, Icarus gave in to the recommendation.
"If you could point my the right way or show me, I'd be appreciative," he replied, ready to accept the task that likely would result in his death.