Cargo Delivery - 06/09
Sept 6, 2019 12:44:14 GMT
Milo Brightmane, Igrainne (RETIRED), and 2 more like this
Post by Greebo on Sept 6, 2019 12:44:14 GMT
The winds howl as sand and grit are lifted up and thrown around, helpless to the whims of nature as rolling storm clouds cover the sky. A deep rumble can be heard in the distance, as the storm continues to unleash fold over on itself, accumulating power, threatening rain yet only delivering the cutting wind. The horizon is barren and dead as he looks around and brushes the hair from his face to see the entrance of a cave, feeling an impending sense of doom and a magical aura. He confidently marches in and feels the unusually cold air envelope him as he absently dusts some of the sand from himself. As approaches the familiar infernal face at the back of the cave, seeming to laugh at his approach, it's mouth open and utterly black inside. Feeling a familiar presence behind him, he turns to see two figures he recognises as Hestia and Nega , standing motionless at the mouth of the cave. Frustration creeping over his face, he shouts to the figures.
"I see you still refuse to come as yourself… and why are you showing me this door again?"
The familiar voice echoes around him in a judging tone - "You waste your time small one, you ran from this door as you run from the truth. "
The world around him suddenly seems much bigger as he realises he is now much closer to the ground than he just was. His frustration turns to anger as he shouts back
"Yet you persist in tormenting me with these dreams! Then use the forms of others to deliver such damning messages… why do you not show me your face?"
The figures of Hestia and Nega slowly raise their hands and point to the face at the back of the cave, but as he turns to look, he finds himself sitting on window ledge in a high dark alley in what looks to be Kundar. It is dark and stormy still but the wind has stopped. A dim light from an unknown source illuminates two figures below him, standing over the body of a dragonborn he recognises as Buffy, the recently freed, troublesome Slave.
As the 2 figures, A Kobold and a Goblin, begin cutting up the body of Buffy in grotesque manner, he finds himself paralysed, unable to stop them
.
"You know you can't save them all… your feeble attempts may have spared the few but many still suffer. You watched as these two planned this end for other souls just as in need and you did nothing!"
"I never said I could save them all…"
"You are selfish"
"I Help people!"
"For your own needs, You are selfish!"
"And you are Absent! At least I'm trying!"
The street below dissolves into sands and is blown away as the wind of the storm returns. The window ledge is replaced with an old cart, the motionless figure of Will and Taz sit either side of him. In front of the cart, a Goblin stands holding a wine bottle with a menacing Grin.
"Your trying allowed this wretch to live, only to see him trade in the flesh of others"
"How could I have known he would at the time?"
The figures of Will and Taz simultaneously look round to face him accusingly, the voice speaking through their mannequin like bodies
"You spared his life and now others die to be traded as meat"
"You would have me take on an entire city!?"
"Like that town?"
"ENOUGH!"
As he shouts in rage the scene around dissolves away and he is left, surrounded by cold endless darkness. He stands, breathing heavily, staring for a long time at a figure stood before him. A strange mix of respect and contempt flow through him as he looks upon an impossibly familiar face
"What do they even want from me?"
The figure looks at him, calm and serene, silent for a moment before answering
;
"Better"
With a Start, Beranwald wakes up in a panic and scrambles for purchase on the roof as he looks around wildly. It takes a second for his bearings to catch up with him and realise he is back on the roof of the Seashank. He sits up and looks to his left to see Oscar staring at him, sat beside Juno and another cat Beranwald hasn't seen before, a white and black skinny looking thing with deep green eyes.
"….mrrrraow"
"…It's nothing my friend…. Just talking to ghosts….. Who's this?"
"I see you still refuse to come as yourself… and why are you showing me this door again?"
The familiar voice echoes around him in a judging tone - "You waste your time small one, you ran from this door as you run from the truth. "
The world around him suddenly seems much bigger as he realises he is now much closer to the ground than he just was. His frustration turns to anger as he shouts back
"Yet you persist in tormenting me with these dreams! Then use the forms of others to deliver such damning messages… why do you not show me your face?"
The figures of Hestia and Nega slowly raise their hands and point to the face at the back of the cave, but as he turns to look, he finds himself sitting on window ledge in a high dark alley in what looks to be Kundar. It is dark and stormy still but the wind has stopped. A dim light from an unknown source illuminates two figures below him, standing over the body of a dragonborn he recognises as Buffy, the recently freed, troublesome Slave.
As the 2 figures, A Kobold and a Goblin, begin cutting up the body of Buffy in grotesque manner, he finds himself paralysed, unable to stop them
.
"You know you can't save them all… your feeble attempts may have spared the few but many still suffer. You watched as these two planned this end for other souls just as in need and you did nothing!"
"I never said I could save them all…"
"You are selfish"
"I Help people!"
"For your own needs, You are selfish!"
"And you are Absent! At least I'm trying!"
The street below dissolves into sands and is blown away as the wind of the storm returns. The window ledge is replaced with an old cart, the motionless figure of Will and Taz sit either side of him. In front of the cart, a Goblin stands holding a wine bottle with a menacing Grin.
"Your trying allowed this wretch to live, only to see him trade in the flesh of others"
"How could I have known he would at the time?"
The figures of Will and Taz simultaneously look round to face him accusingly, the voice speaking through their mannequin like bodies
"You spared his life and now others die to be traded as meat"
"You would have me take on an entire city!?"
"Like that town?"
"ENOUGH!"
As he shouts in rage the scene around dissolves away and he is left, surrounded by cold endless darkness. He stands, breathing heavily, staring for a long time at a figure stood before him. A strange mix of respect and contempt flow through him as he looks upon an impossibly familiar face
"What do they even want from me?"
The figure looks at him, calm and serene, silent for a moment before answering
;
"Better"
With a Start, Beranwald wakes up in a panic and scrambles for purchase on the roof as he looks around wildly. It takes a second for his bearings to catch up with him and realise he is back on the roof of the Seashank. He sits up and looks to his left to see Oscar staring at him, sat beside Juno and another cat Beranwald hasn't seen before, a white and black skinny looking thing with deep green eyes.
"….mrrrraow"
"…It's nothing my friend…. Just talking to ghosts….. Who's this?"
