Angels Fear to Tread - part 2 (Lady Sunday)
Jun 20, 2018 10:38:09 GMT
Demik / Code, Varis/G'Lorth/Sundilar, and 2 more like this
Post by Sunday on Jun 20, 2018 10:38:09 GMT
The accompanying text to the second part of this exhibit notes the odd, sudden shift in tone in the entry - almost mid-word, from one letter to the next, a different yet connected voice takes over the narrative.
“and i think the wizard bean was throwing dead squirrels around that was pretty cool and maybe he can teach me that trick but anyway we fell under ground and even though the descent was dark and deep, lo, we did not lose hope. In fact, my companions sprang immediately and boldly into action: Daisy and Scott began trying to ascertain the layout and positioning of our new subterranean location; Demik commenced a thorough examination of the arcane, mystic nature of this underground building, attempting to divine whether we had left our earthly plane; and Billin began to commune with a being he called his patron to seek information and assistance. I fear I merely tried to balance on one leg on top of my oversized maul in the middle of the corridor.
It was at that point we realised that righteous Varis and his noble steed were nowhere to be seen. Oh, unhappy day! What misfortune had befallen so mighty a warrior?! We immediately struck out, intent on rescuing our missing ally and bringing swift justice to whomever had trapped us here. As we progressed through a seemingly endless maze of corridors and loops, our senses were assailed by the sound of manic laughter. Undaunted, we stiffened our resolve and kept on.
Eventually, we came to a room; unadorned save for a huge stone visage at the far end – instantly, chaffing at inaction, I sprang forward and drove my weapon through the forehead of this mask, paying scant heed to something our dryad guide, Rowan, called out. It must have been the right idea, however, as Daisy joined me in raining down destruction on this unsettling, evil face.
Beyond, we ascended a staircase and came across a scene that can only be described as bizarre: Varis and his mount, caged separately; and a third enclosure containing another inhabitant of Daring, Leocanto the busker (I hear he’s not a patch on the talents of an erstwhile performer of the town, Lachlan). Their - and, by extension, our - gaolers were immediately apparent – two figures wrapped in black. After a brief and odd exchange that would not have been out of place in a house-buying fair, my impulses took hold once more and I CAVED IN THEIR FACES fiowbhejwfbhei%^!$”&*”(ehjj hhjg….
Ah, the malady returns – albeit briefly this time. It shames me to expose this grave defect on paper for any to see, but I must confront my inner and outer daemons if I am to change, and leave behind my past.
By means I still cannot comprehend, Daisy and Scott found a route out of the accursed labyrinth, aided by the knowledge of Leocanto who had apparently journeyed through here before. Our travails were not over, however, as we stumbled across a fiendish pair of night terrors. Claiming to be called Unworthy and Failure, they set us a series of challenges to win our freedom. While I did not fear them myself, I could sense the spirits of others flagging: in our own ways, Leocanto and myself inspired those around us who needed it – and watched as others of our group exhibited fast wit and quick actions to overcome with ease this paltry test of our talents.
Truly, those of pure mind and heart can overcome almost anything.
Later, after a minor skirmish with Death and Time, we emerged back into the forest we had come to protect, blinking in the insipid light of the foreboding dawn. We stood in a dank glade confronted once again by the divine figure of Will, the guardian angel of this arboreal landscape. As we moved forward to greet them, the daunting presence of Fear itself reared up behind the gargantuan celestial being and whispered into its mind to attack us!
But we stood firm, we showed Will a better way and EVEN THOUGH I WANTED TO DANCE IN THE SKIN AND BATHE IN THE GORE OF EVERYONE THERE, we used the power of words and of love to break through the pall of lies surrounding Will and gave them the courage to break their own bonds.
Truly, none of us are free if one of us is chained.
As the scales lifted from Will’s eyes, the unthinkable happened: a literal god of pure, painful white light descended to claim their vassal and bring them back to her heavenly court. Corellon himself was among us!, pleased with our efforts to aid His servant Will in defeating his inner nightmares and fears. Before departing, He bestowed gifts upon us – I do not know what boons my comrades received, but I felt my defences stiffen and my resilience double. We walked back to town in silence - awed and shaken by what we had achieved and seen.
Truly, an angel’s dreams are wondrous; their nightmares cataclysmic."
“and i think the wizard bean was throwing dead squirrels around that was pretty cool and maybe he can teach me that trick but anyway we fell under ground and even though the descent was dark and deep, lo, we did not lose hope. In fact, my companions sprang immediately and boldly into action: Daisy and Scott began trying to ascertain the layout and positioning of our new subterranean location; Demik commenced a thorough examination of the arcane, mystic nature of this underground building, attempting to divine whether we had left our earthly plane; and Billin began to commune with a being he called his patron to seek information and assistance. I fear I merely tried to balance on one leg on top of my oversized maul in the middle of the corridor.
It was at that point we realised that righteous Varis and his noble steed were nowhere to be seen. Oh, unhappy day! What misfortune had befallen so mighty a warrior?! We immediately struck out, intent on rescuing our missing ally and bringing swift justice to whomever had trapped us here. As we progressed through a seemingly endless maze of corridors and loops, our senses were assailed by the sound of manic laughter. Undaunted, we stiffened our resolve and kept on.
Eventually, we came to a room; unadorned save for a huge stone visage at the far end – instantly, chaffing at inaction, I sprang forward and drove my weapon through the forehead of this mask, paying scant heed to something our dryad guide, Rowan, called out. It must have been the right idea, however, as Daisy joined me in raining down destruction on this unsettling, evil face.
Beyond, we ascended a staircase and came across a scene that can only be described as bizarre: Varis and his mount, caged separately; and a third enclosure containing another inhabitant of Daring, Leocanto the busker (I hear he’s not a patch on the talents of an erstwhile performer of the town, Lachlan). Their - and, by extension, our - gaolers were immediately apparent – two figures wrapped in black. After a brief and odd exchange that would not have been out of place in a house-buying fair, my impulses took hold once more and I CAVED IN THEIR FACES fiowbhejwfbhei%^!$”&*”(ehjj hhjg….
Ah, the malady returns – albeit briefly this time. It shames me to expose this grave defect on paper for any to see, but I must confront my inner and outer daemons if I am to change, and leave behind my past.
By means I still cannot comprehend, Daisy and Scott found a route out of the accursed labyrinth, aided by the knowledge of Leocanto who had apparently journeyed through here before. Our travails were not over, however, as we stumbled across a fiendish pair of night terrors. Claiming to be called Unworthy and Failure, they set us a series of challenges to win our freedom. While I did not fear them myself, I could sense the spirits of others flagging: in our own ways, Leocanto and myself inspired those around us who needed it – and watched as others of our group exhibited fast wit and quick actions to overcome with ease this paltry test of our talents.
Truly, those of pure mind and heart can overcome almost anything.
Later, after a minor skirmish with Death and Time, we emerged back into the forest we had come to protect, blinking in the insipid light of the foreboding dawn. We stood in a dank glade confronted once again by the divine figure of Will, the guardian angel of this arboreal landscape. As we moved forward to greet them, the daunting presence of Fear itself reared up behind the gargantuan celestial being and whispered into its mind to attack us!
But we stood firm, we showed Will a better way and EVEN THOUGH I WANTED TO DANCE IN THE SKIN AND BATHE IN THE GORE OF EVERYONE THERE, we used the power of words and of love to break through the pall of lies surrounding Will and gave them the courage to break their own bonds.
Truly, none of us are free if one of us is chained.
As the scales lifted from Will’s eyes, the unthinkable happened: a literal god of pure, painful white light descended to claim their vassal and bring them back to her heavenly court. Corellon himself was among us!, pleased with our efforts to aid His servant Will in defeating his inner nightmares and fears. Before departing, He bestowed gifts upon us – I do not know what boons my comrades received, but I felt my defences stiffen and my resilience double. We walked back to town in silence - awed and shaken by what we had achieved and seen.
Truly, an angel’s dreams are wondrous; their nightmares cataclysmic."
