Bring Me That Horizon – 23.11.2021 – 'Tinuviel'
Nov 25, 2021 16:31:43 GMT
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Post by Delilah Daybreaker on Nov 25, 2021 16:31:43 GMT
Corellon. Their feet pound against the ground, running, pursuing… a god. Lolth. Breath short and sharp, but controlled. There is power and precision in every step. One could get lost in the rhythm of their feet, the counterpoint of the air passing through their lips. The backgrounds change but the essence is still the same. The chase continues.
A bow is drawn with a brilliant golden arrow knocked on its string. It is pulled back, back, back. Corellon’s fingers release. The arrow flies. It misses, striking the earth.
But that’s wrong. Corellon did not miss. That is ridiculous. How could anyone have believed this story?
The story flows back in reverse. The bow summons the arrow back. It is returned to the quiver. The two figures running across the Planes retrace their steps. It all fades away.
That arrow. Someone gave Corellon that arrow.
It wasn’t an arrow.
A curious ring shaped city in the sky. A face covered by a mask, blades surrounding it. The Lady of Pain. One of the most feared beings in the multiverse. She and Corellon speak. She can catch Lolth. She can banish Lolth for all eternity. But the Lady needs help from a god. Corellon must do a task for her. In exchange she will banish Lolth as they wish.
The Lady of Pain hands Corellon this golden… thing.
It is not an arrow.
It slams into the ground. It does not just pierce into the Feywild but into the Material Plane and into the Shadowfell. It twists, locking into place.
It is an anchor. An anchor for Sigil. For how else could a city like that exist, tethered to reality.
In exchange for Lolth’s eternal imprisonment…
The Lady of Pain does not want this secret known. But it has to be. The Fey Ascendant is given the singular knowledge of its existence, just in case anything were to go… wrong.
There is a place that should be guarded. To protect it, the anchor. Maintained, forever. The debt that must be repaid for banishing Lolth from the Feywild, eternally.
That is what they are after.
A tiny furred head butts against the figure’s leg. They look down and though their face is hidden behind a veil of stars, there is a smile wrapped around their words.
“Despite everything, I feel… excited.”
Big amber eyes look up at her.
“Opportunities like this don’t come often.”
Mew.
“It will be dangerous, yes, perilous even, but…” Dark eyes scan the rooftops of the city. There is no moon tonight. Just a few stars strong enough to shine despite the lamp light from the quiet streets below. A flutter of anticipation jolts through them but only the shadows move.
“Nothing in the world is worth doing unless it means effort, pain, and difficulty…”
A tiny prick as claws dig into her side, then a brush of fur on her neck. Mrph.
Wind lifts the constellation dusted cloak and the shadows fill the gap, making it look like the figure standing there has no beginning and end.
“We should pay our Chosen ‘friend’ a visit. He is going to absolutely love what we’ve found out.”
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Mrow.
“No, I don’t like him… But that doesn’t mean he cannot be a good ally. Besides, I want to see the look on his face when he hears this.”
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The black cat starts purring.
“The sooner we do this, the sooner we can return to the Fort – and Oziah.”
The step forward, off the roof and begin to fall. As they pass into a shadow they disappear into the night.
A bow is drawn with a brilliant golden arrow knocked on its string. It is pulled back, back, back. Corellon’s fingers release. The arrow flies. It misses, striking the earth.
But that’s wrong. Corellon did not miss. That is ridiculous. How could anyone have believed this story?
The story flows back in reverse. The bow summons the arrow back. It is returned to the quiver. The two figures running across the Planes retrace their steps. It all fades away.
That arrow. Someone gave Corellon that arrow.
It wasn’t an arrow.
A curious ring shaped city in the sky. A face covered by a mask, blades surrounding it. The Lady of Pain. One of the most feared beings in the multiverse. She and Corellon speak. She can catch Lolth. She can banish Lolth for all eternity. But the Lady needs help from a god. Corellon must do a task for her. In exchange she will banish Lolth as they wish.
The Lady of Pain hands Corellon this golden… thing.
It is not an arrow.
It slams into the ground. It does not just pierce into the Feywild but into the Material Plane and into the Shadowfell. It twists, locking into place.
It is an anchor. An anchor for Sigil. For how else could a city like that exist, tethered to reality.
In exchange for Lolth’s eternal imprisonment…
The Lady of Pain does not want this secret known. But it has to be. The Fey Ascendant is given the singular knowledge of its existence, just in case anything were to go… wrong.
There is a place that should be guarded. To protect it, the anchor. Maintained, forever. The debt that must be repaid for banishing Lolth from the Feywild, eternally.
That is what they are after.
A tiny furred head butts against the figure’s leg. They look down and though their face is hidden behind a veil of stars, there is a smile wrapped around their words.
“Despite everything, I feel… excited.”
Big amber eyes look up at her.
“Opportunities like this don’t come often.”
Mew.
“It will be dangerous, yes, perilous even, but…” Dark eyes scan the rooftops of the city. There is no moon tonight. Just a few stars strong enough to shine despite the lamp light from the quiet streets below. A flutter of anticipation jolts through them but only the shadows move.
“Nothing in the world is worth doing unless it means effort, pain, and difficulty…”
A tiny prick as claws dig into her side, then a brush of fur on her neck. Mrph.
Wind lifts the constellation dusted cloak and the shadows fill the gap, making it look like the figure standing there has no beginning and end.
“We should pay our Chosen ‘friend’ a visit. He is going to absolutely love what we’ve found out.”
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Mrow.
“No, I don’t like him… But that doesn’t mean he cannot be a good ally. Besides, I want to see the look on his face when he hears this.”
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The black cat starts purring.
“The sooner we do this, the sooner we can return to the Fort – and Oziah.”
The step forward, off the roof and begin to fall. As they pass into a shadow they disappear into the night.