"Reminds me of home already.."

The eerie fog, the countless rows of tombstone heads, the dead silence. Indeed, these images brought nostalgia of the past. Yet not a nostalgia invoking pleasure, but one re-invoking old feelings of paranoia. The feeling of constantly needing to be on guard, the feeling that ones life was constantly in jeopardy, ready to end at any moments notice at the slightest distraction. Yet in this world, danger seemed far less, 'sudden' and unexpected  than in her's. Based on her short discoveries of this world thus far, this world was not a place where supernatural and undead had reached a point where they commonly strolled along the open roads and plains, whether day or night, as if they themselves were the village citizens, the natural inhabitants of the world. No, the abuse of magic had not reached that point yet in this world. At least, not 'yet', anyways. No, this world seemed a lot more peaceful, a lot of docile, a lot more….human. Yet she was quite aware, that humans weren't the only creatures in these parts. However, elves, dwarfs, or whatever other creatures aboded in this realm, had proven to be a lot more reasonable than the creatures of her old world. However…

"Why am I here again?"

Right. As far as she could see, other than an eerie atmosphere, which is quite usual for the place of the dead, nothing seemed quite out of place…'yet'. One could argue, that the aura felt quite unnatural here. However, it was a graveyard. What graveyard 'ever' felt natural?

She had not come here based on what was yet considered authentic truth. She risked her venture here based off rumors, based off stories. Stories from the old drunken man at the tavern. Stories from the over-gossiping wives seating at the tables together. Stories from the barmaid, stories from the drunken peasant locals. These were her guides. How reliable were they? However, if there's anything she'd learned about stories, especially those based off the unnatural, it's that every legend or story had some sort of truth to it. Even if 90% of it were a complete twisting of the truth, or a utter and complete lie itself, that small 10% was always something worth investigating for, especially when the sources came from more than just one person.

But the abnormalities they described were not here to be seen. Not yet, at least. There was not even the screaming of panic and hopelessness, or the screaming of insane madmen they had described. No, only silence. Dead silence.
However, here the world was different. The dead are said to commonly roam in the night here, they say. For all those incidents, all those stories, all those gossips she'd heard had one common factor; they all taken place at night. However, now was the middle of the day. Therefore, it would be quite a few hours before the sun fell. Yet, it was not like she had anything else better to do, or anywhere else better to be. No, this place was her purpose; at least, if the rumors were true. This place could be the key to understanding the source; how it all began.
It was not the controlled magic that ever seemed to provide deadly repercussions. It was the case of uncontrolled magic, which was what she was here for. What causes the uncontrollably of magic? Furthermore, what causes something as…well, 'dead' and inanimate, as the dead, to raise on it's own will, against the controllers will? Where did it all go wrong? And the most important question of all was; how could one prevent it?
While this world was obviously not in the same state as her world was, this world still seemed to have the same risk of falling into the same fate as hers. Yet, fortunately, the progress of magic in this world, from what she'd observed thus far, seemed to be in a baby-like development stage, compared to what magic in her world was like. However, whether it is was due mainly to the intellectual development of her people, or due to the massive distortion of the world, she could not be so sure exactly.

"Very well, then.."

What better way to pass the time, than to stroll?; Than to do what she did best; observe her surroundings. Again, she had quite a few hours before nighttime. If the dead were raising, she'd better acquaint herself with who'd be rising to greet her, at least.

"Ray..su…lon Mey..won?" 

What the heck does that even mean? It seemed to her, that oftentimes the names in this world were just a random combination of symbols until it made some sort of sound. There seemed to be no class to it, no touch, no eloquence like in her language. The rough barbaric tongued languages of this world, the inconsistency of climate (one moment it was hot, the next it is cold?), the drunken tavern gatherings that seemingly had to take place every single night as if it were some kind of deity worshiping ritual of the inhabitants here; People here seemed so much less…civilized? So much less, mentally developed? So much less, worried. What was it like to be carefree and completely oblivious to the future? She supposed it must be nice. But the future and neither the past was not something she could easily rid from her mind.

Ha Neul was in a deep contemplation during this time, still in front of this seemingly foreign named tomed stone. Foreign to her at least. For everything in this realm was completely foreign to her. So many deaths, so many fates of the same end. Despite the massively diverse differences of backgrounds and circumstances, the end was all the same; death. Some ends were peaceful deaths in slumber, however others were more..unfortunate..morbid even. What fate had this one suffered? For only his name had been recorded here, while his cause of death was not. There was not even background information recorded on this person's tombstone. Had those who buried this unfortunate soul knew nothing of him other than his name, or had they deemed it better not to have written anything about him at all? What kind of life had he lived before? That was yet another unfortunate factor about death. Without record, without lips of another to speak of your past achievements, one was lost in time, eventually faded from the memory of the living, if they had even been important enough to have been remembered at all in their lifetime. What a cruel fate. It was as if one had never even existed in the first place.Suddenly, there was an interruption, a breaking of thought, "…Who goes there."Ha Neul had found herself rather startled, not so much by the fact that there was another voice, but rather by the actual tone of the voice. For the tone did not seem welcoming at all. Yet, despite her attempts to squint her eyes in the direction of the voice, for a clearer view, it was admittingly difficult for her to see much of anything clearly in this area, for the mist was quite intense here. Was this entity friend or foe? More importantly, was this entity dead or alive? She slowly looked up to examine the sky, pausing in thought for quite some time before finally returning an answer. It was such a pause, that it could have even been assumed that the question itself was to be completely ignored. There was another voice in this area already, yet it was still daylight. How curious indeed. "That all depends…" Ha Neul finally returned, in what sounded like a snarky and sarcastic tone, which seemed quite lacking in seriousness, despite the unwelcoming tone of the other voice. "That which speaks to me, is it alive or dead?"There was another window of silence again. As if those were to be her last words. Yet, Ha Neul was always one of deep thought before speaking much of anything. Which were the source of the majority of these pauses. The second source perhaps being a jestering with the patience and emotions of others. One could never be too sure. She was quite a difficult person to read the intentions of. "How shall a person be described?" She finally continued, in what sounded to be more of a tone of sincere curiously this time, rather than playful jesting. "Shall a name communicate enough about a person, to truly describe all that they are?; A combination of seemingly random syllables until it eventually forms a sound?"

As the unseen intruder spoke, Hakon couldn't help but feel her eyebrows slowly rise higher and higher with surprise and amusement. Her thin lips curling into a gentle smile as she ducks her head ever so slightly, Ansgar churred quietly but was silenced by her hand gently stroking his sharp beak," I assure you I am quite alive-" she pauses, allowing her words to dissipate into the fog. Quite the philosophical intruder, this one, that was certain.

" My description varies- I suppose upon coming within eyesight, you may make your own assumptions-" Her hand idly slid from her Greatsword's hilt, muscles uncoiling as she relaxed, resting one arm over the great Hippogryph's neck, the other upon her armored knee," My name though- is Hakon. And yours', O philosopher of the tombs?" she answers with a low, rumbling chuckle- her voice was hoarse, so she cleared her throat. Since when had she sounded so old? Time certainly flew…

Hakon leaned back against the powerful wings and flank of her companion- allowing her gaze to shift to the darkening mist curling into the starry sky overhead. Her sharp eyes search the growing shadows quietly, she had never really thought about the meaning of her name, perhaps in this world they would think it strange- as they seemed to have no questionable social constucts. Again, a Utopia in some eyes, though danger always lurked in one degree or another. Her mind slowly trundled back to the task at hand, the question.

" My name? It means 'High Son'," she muses softly, running a hand through her hair. After all, in that old world, if one had an in-born ability to suppress magic- they were drafted into the military regardless of gender, of age. Alas, her family would have taught her such skills even if she did not have such innate abilities- and that mad brother of hers… Perhaps by now he had devoured that world.

" Ha Neul, what does that name- or construct of sounds mean then?" she returns to her new companion lurking in the mist.

Hakon tilts her head back down to the woman, fixing upon her with a rather unmoving and harsh gaze. One of a soldier who had seen far too much for far too long. Nonetheless, a small, thin smile curled her lips ever so slightly," Mist and encroaching darkness." She states simply, chuckling softly at the woman's comments- she could make out the femininity of her counterpart's voice for certain- yet she felt an odd familiarity. Perhaps clad in similiar vestments this woman could, too, be mistaken for a man. In fact- Ha Neul's comments made her chuckle once more. It was quite often when she took her helm off, that those she spoke to started in shock or stared. She felt safe in her heavy shell- and even more comfortable upon her great companion's back- riding upon the winds of the World like nothing. She recalled her first meeting with Ansgar, a Hippogryph battling for its souls in the bowels of hell against a swarm of harpies. Who knew what the beast had done to end up in such a place?

Shaking her head gently, she runs her her armored fingers over Ansgar's head, one intensely yellow eye focused harshly upon Ha Neul. With a soft hissing sound, he flicked his tail, warding off the stray gnat who decided to wander too close to his haunches. He briefly seemed to click his beak at her, as if ensuring she knew he was watching her very closely. This drew another soft chuckle from Hakon," And what do you see, mm?" She did not mind that Ha Neul had lithely ducked past her question- in the end, if the meaning of this woman's name somehow would be vital to the mission. Perhaps she would find a way to extract its meaning.

"Mist and encroaching darkness…" Ha Nuel repeated back, with a voice that seemed lost in deep contemplation upon Hakon's answer. After another pause of contemplation, she continued into another statement. "Yes…for today, that is what I am for you; the voice shrouded in mist and darkness, in mystery. And yet…tomorrow I will be something else." It was certainly an unusual answer, an obviously intentional obscuring of words. After speaking her parable, her attention briefly went back to the massive creature again. From what she'd observed so far, it seemed not to be completely wild, yet also not completely tamed either. Indeed it seemed to have free will of it's own if allowed. A will that could be quite aggressive, if given the proper opportunity to do so. Taking notice of it's eyes, the creature itself seemed as observant of Ha Neul, as she seemed observant of it and it's companion, if not even morso than her. It was something of an amusing irony for her. Perhaps it meant that Ha Neul herself also had traits of a creature sometimes, and not a human being. 

As Ha Neul eased slightly closer, her face finally began to show visibility past the darkness of the strong mist. Her two dark brown eyes intensely starting at Hakon, gave off an odd aura that would give most a feeling of extreme discomfort and paranoia. It seemed to be an aura of intense observation, as if she were observing more than simply Hakon's outer appearance, but also looking to observe her very inner soul. It was a sharp and unrestrained stare, better described as a glare. This look was akin to a judge of great authority, in the midst of the process of deciding the fate of a convict, whether they were to be guilty of innocent. It was intensely focused.  

"I see…" She finally responded, "Experience, strength, will, and…unusuality." Her arms folded after her answer. "Perhaps even..similarity.." She finished, the last sentence trailing off, sounding more like a outward mumble of inner thought, than an actual statement.

Hakon blinked slowly. She had seen this gaze a hundred times before in politicians, leaders and the occasional literal judge. She simply returned it with own unwavering stare- that of a veteran who had little time and care for such trivial calculations, the direct and unmoved gaze of one who had seen enough to know that in a singular life there was far too much to crack the mind like an egg to focus too intensely on minor matters. Hakon's fingers continued to massage small circles into the hippogryph's head, even through this staring contest of sorts," So tell me. Ha neul, why are you here so late into the night?" She hums faintly, arching a severe eyebrow.

again, she looked back to the mausoleum- Midnight was some time off yet, yes… But it never hurt to be vigilant. Though she couldn't help but note the newcomers dress seemed exotic, even to this world.