An easily traced soul. And if one were to be honest, easily traced figure in white robes. Elidibus is also forced to subtle, quieter paths if he is to make the most efficient use of his remaining reserves. He had taken them to somewhere less public, but there was only so much space and time before their presence could be noticed.
Or other predators join the hunt.
They know each others' strengths and weaknesses. Possibly too well. Elidibus's shorter stature is a physical disadvantage when he can't really be more than humans of this Earth. Everything they do, from magic to creation magic, to being more than mortals of this world, all relies on how much fear they have caused in others. Emet-Selch would easily catch up in a footrace like this.
Yet blinding and running out of sight was not simply to gain an edge. Elidibus can still think, still plan for now. And he had hoped to give his hunter cause to rely upon soulsight to trace his whereabouts. It would not be much of an advantage and even now Emet-Selch will probably expect traps. But there was still a difference however slight between watching the world through its aether and with physical vision.
Pity of all people one of the best at this nuance is Elidibus's pursurer. But if it would serve nothing more than to drain the predator's own reserves...
Off the main route, down a darker alley. Another risk, but one with more obstacles. A small sigil placed when the silver haired man splashes a puddle, that will activate and cause a well of gravity to rapidly draw in the loose detritus and lighter weight object toward the center of anyone that foolishly triggers it.
But that would be so easily seen, by a sorcerer of Emet-Selch's repute, right? Easily avoided.
Which is why Elidibus takes precious moments to shift a purely physical set of wooden pallets to topple across the alley. A now precarious pile to climb over... or to destroy or simply effortlessly soar over.
A full glimpse of Elidibus's figure rounding another corner will certainly be the cost. Emet-Selch is catching up.
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Or other predators join the hunt.
They know each others' strengths and weaknesses. Possibly too well. Elidibus's shorter stature is a physical disadvantage when he can't really be more than humans of this Earth. Everything they do, from magic to creation magic, to being more than mortals of this world, all relies on how much fear they have caused in others. Emet-Selch would easily catch up in a footrace like this.
Yet blinding and running out of sight was not simply to gain an edge. Elidibus can still think, still plan for now. And he had hoped to give his hunter cause to rely upon soulsight to trace his whereabouts. It would not be much of an advantage and even now Emet-Selch will probably expect traps. But there was still a difference however slight between watching the world through its aether and with physical vision.
Pity of all people one of the best at this nuance is Elidibus's pursurer. But if it would serve nothing more than to drain the predator's own reserves...
Off the main route, down a darker alley. Another risk, but one with more obstacles. A small sigil placed when the silver haired man splashes a puddle, that will activate and cause a well of gravity to rapidly draw in the loose detritus and lighter weight object toward the center of anyone that foolishly triggers it.
But that would be so easily seen, by a sorcerer of Emet-Selch's repute, right? Easily avoided.
Which is why Elidibus takes precious moments to shift a purely physical set of wooden pallets to topple across the alley. A now precarious pile to climb over... or to destroy or simply effortlessly soar over.
A full glimpse of Elidibus's figure rounding another corner will certainly be the cost. Emet-Selch is catching up.