Explore the City: It certainly seemed that the city had seen better days, and was now in a state that was far from its prime. Iroh wandered the streets, occasionally peaking in various storefronts in search of others, and in search of perhaps something to eat, water, or perhaps even a nice cup of tea. The hotel would have been nice, but unfortunately at the moment, he found himself with no means of securing a room, and little chance of finding the funds for such a luxury. Luckily he had become quite accustomed to finding refuge in the most unlikely of places.
Do you hear a storm? Storms were not something that would generally bother Iroh, the rain was a much-needed thing for the land, and the energy of the spirits had to be set loose in one form of another. However, it was still somewhat unlike him to wander out into one as he was now. But he had heard a voice, one that had not spoken for many years, one that weighed heavily on his heart and conscience. The figure that he followed looked to be a soldier, one that was in his prime and resembled the old man.
"Please wait, I wish to speak with you."
Unfortunately, though he would not have the chance as the spirit faded, followed by a blinding flash of light as lightning struck.
Can you hear me now? What a magnificent device. To be able to send messages to one far away so rapidly and reliably.
[Iroh might be a little too close to the camera, his face filling the entire frame and slightly out of focus.]
And for it to capture such a realistic painting and send it as well, how marvelous a thing. It would have certainly made all those long trips from home much easier and would have helped to keep in touch with old friends.
Iroh | Avatar the Last Airbender
It certainly seemed that the city had seen better days, and was now in a state that was far from its prime. Iroh wandered the streets, occasionally peaking in various storefronts in search of others, and in search of perhaps something to eat, water, or perhaps even a nice cup of tea. The hotel would have been nice, but unfortunately at the moment, he found himself with no means of securing a room, and little chance of finding the funds for such a luxury. Luckily he had become quite accustomed to finding refuge in the most unlikely of places.
Do you hear a storm?
Storms were not something that would generally bother Iroh, the rain was a much-needed thing for the land, and the energy of the spirits had to be set loose in one form of another. However, it was still somewhat unlike him to wander out into one as he was now. But he had heard a voice, one that had not spoken for many years, one that weighed heavily on his heart and conscience. The figure that he followed looked to be a soldier, one that was in his prime and resembled the old man.
"Please wait, I wish to speak with you."
Unfortunately, though he would not have the chance as the spirit faded, followed by a blinding flash of light as lightning struck.
Can you hear me now?
What a magnificent device. To be able to send messages to one far away so rapidly and reliably.
[Iroh might be a little too close to the camera, his face filling the entire frame and slightly out of focus.]
And for it to capture such a realistic painting and send it as well, how marvelous a thing. It would have certainly made all those long trips from home much easier and would have helped to keep in touch with old friends.
Or perhaps to reach out and find new ones.