[Season 12] What Lies Below
Jun 4, 2023 10:44:45 GMT
Jaezred Vandree, Velania Kalugina, and 1 more like this
Post by Soph on Jun 4, 2023 10:44:45 GMT
The sewers are long and winding, and at this point their true breadth is unknown as tunnels and offshoots have long since been expanded since its creation. Here in the uncharted is where the druids gather, though for these druids Vitex is nowhere to be seen, an eagle aarakockra figure with dulled and burnt feathers stands before the gathered crowd.
This place couldn't be far beneath street level, the sharp crack of wooden wagon wheels on loose stones and the thunder of horse hooves could be faintly heard. With each series of dissonant thuds the annoyance only grows more. Each a reminder of the pain, each a reminder of how this place stands in the way of the ultimate freedom. Oh how beautiful and peaceful it could be.
The amount of time these people and this place has fallen, or at least been close to doing so, only for them to keep coming back. Surely they’d take the hint that they are not wanted. Like a fever that can’t be burnt off, this plague keeps returning to the land. It must be purged.
The first hurdle had been to gather more like minded folks, to make them understand that there was more than one way. They could branch out, fly free, and outgrow their restraints. It had taken time and quiet patience, building up to the dedicated circle they had now. There were many more hurdles to face, but he had confidence that in time they would succeed.
In the muck and darkness they kneel down to inspect something, seemingly pleased with whatever he sees they stand to turn and face the group of masked druids behind him.
“We have outgrown the darkness and the shadows, we have waited long enough. It is time. Time to strike fear from right underneath their feet.”
This place couldn't be far beneath street level, the sharp crack of wooden wagon wheels on loose stones and the thunder of horse hooves could be faintly heard. With each series of dissonant thuds the annoyance only grows more. Each a reminder of the pain, each a reminder of how this place stands in the way of the ultimate freedom. Oh how beautiful and peaceful it could be.
The amount of time these people and this place has fallen, or at least been close to doing so, only for them to keep coming back. Surely they’d take the hint that they are not wanted. Like a fever that can’t be burnt off, this plague keeps returning to the land. It must be purged.
The first hurdle had been to gather more like minded folks, to make them understand that there was more than one way. They could branch out, fly free, and outgrow their restraints. It had taken time and quiet patience, building up to the dedicated circle they had now. There were many more hurdles to face, but he had confidence that in time they would succeed.
In the muck and darkness they kneel down to inspect something, seemingly pleased with whatever he sees they stand to turn and face the group of masked druids behind him.
“We have outgrown the darkness and the shadows, we have waited long enough. It is time. Time to strike fear from right underneath their feet.”