The Mountains Of Oblivion.

[V0idsoldier 1139]

((This was a event put in place by Swgrclan. All props goes to him for he did a wonderful job!))

 

Lautrec's journey into the Obsidian mountains was about to begin. He had planned this expedition for some time after accidentally wandering upon a structure located deep within the mountains. He started at what was known as the Conclave, a quaint little place with a nice selection of friendly people. It was a good place to restock on supplies before the Journey.

 

Book and Quill, Check. Iron pickaxe, Check. Small dirk, Check. Torch, Check. Rations, Check. He had everything he needed. He turned around to give the city a wave goodbye before his trek.

 

 

Fear no darkness, the signs had said. He had no interest of allowing fear into his business, he knew that if he let fear dictate him he would never find the knowledge he so lusted for. Without wasting another minute he began his hike across the black top of the obsidian hills. He knew the structure was not but more than a mile, at most two miles, away. If he left now he could be there in under 30 minutes. It was already night as he left for he found that in his line of work leaving at night time was the best. He had no time for those who sought to follow him and steal his glory, steal his knowledge. Click, Click, Click, his boots sounded across the mountain tops, echoing in the lonely night.

 

 

Just up ahead, he thought to himself as he recalled where he was fully. The structure was only but a hundred yards ahead. As he topped the hill he laid eyes upon it.

 

 

Simple, almost boringly so. That was what crossed Lautrec's mind the first time he had laid eyes upon it. He presumed that was but a disguise, for he knew that this place had more history to it than could ever be accounted for. He had been here before, seen it before, but he was not as prepared as he was now. He trotted ever closer to the structure, furiously taking notes into his journal. Peering through the rusted iron bars he glanced down at the red markings.

 

 

It was not blood, he deduced. He felt the iron bars in his hands, looking over their age and decrepit state. Lautrec was a scholar, a student, a learned man, he was not a brute and he did not bring a pack mule along for the journey. He knew he would have to destroy these bars himself, and he hoped they had withered just enough for him to do so. Slipping his book away, he grabbed for his pickaxe. He had came prepared. He lifted it over his head and brought it reeling down in a fashion he had read in a book. The coming shock surprised him more than he expected for every ounce of power he just put into the swing came reverberating back outwards. The pick was thrown into the air and in the resulting force he was sent plummeting to his rear. The pain was great, but with said pain came reward. the bars were now caved in enough to squeeze through!

 

 

Slowly he picked himself up, dusted himself off, and immediately went stepping into the ancient grasp of the old building. Two interesting things were in the room, a deep, dark, ominous stair way to which seemed to go to the void itself, and just in front of the stair well a sort of slot mechanism.

 

 

Deciding to leave the stairway alone for now, Lautrec swept in for a closer look. Upon examining he realized that whatever it was required a key, a unique key, in order to function. 'Odd' though Lautrec, wondering what it could be used to activate. He continued on and moved to the stairs. Immediately he was swept with a feeling of nigh doom, a feeling which shook him. He knew he would not have enough light without a torch, so he produced it from his bag, striking a match to light it. He moved on, trying to retain his composure despite the feeling he had, chills on his spine.

 

 

His curiosity was without measure now, he had to know what he was getting himself into. He felt like he was descending into a crypt, a crypt which belonged to him. As he descended he noticed something... odd. The darkness was not but a normal darkness, rather it seemed to have a mind of it's own. It refused to give in and illuminate further than but a few feet, as if he was swimming in a ocean of darkness. He knew he should not continue, though the very fabric of his being drove him on. He entered a room even more dark than the stairway. As he stepped forward he lay eyes upon the source of the perpetual darkness, a source which lit up Lautrec's curiosity a hundred times over.

 

 

A portal, or so it seemed, though dormant in nature. From it's frame ascended wisps of darkness, the same darkness that he had waded through to get here. Now, though, these wisps seemed to be more than just darkness, for now they were voices, whispers, cries of anguish and anger. Now he was in a living, breathing, speaking ocean of darkness. Now was when things got out of hand. The whispers intensified and Lautrec took the best course of action that came to him, he spoke back. "What are you..?" He managed to utter out. At first all he got were more cries of anger, but then something else seemed to form in the room, this time mere inches behind Lautrec. In a unified whisper, all the voices converged.

 

 

'I am the Void' the creature whispered, its voice raspy. 'You are not meant to dwell in my darkness' Lautrec got complacent, he mistook the creatures ramblings to be sentience, to be logic, though whatever the creature was it did not think like a descendant. He thought only with rage and hate. 'Were I not meant to be here, then I would not be.' Lautrec responded with as much confidence as he could manage in this fear binding state. What he was met with would chill him to the bone. As he turned around he witnessed the creature fully form and speak out.

 

 

"Then you have made a mistake" it uttered finally before it began it's chilling actions. In a flash it's mouth began to open and twist in a way that was beyond bizarre, beyond grotesque. It's maw opened without measure, nigh enough to consume Lautrec whole. From within this deep dark maw came the wailing of a million dying creatures, a sound the penetrated the Heavens themselves, a sound Lautrec would never forget, that would keep him up at night. 

 

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

 

Lautrec gripped his head with his free hand, careful to hold the torch in place for it was seemingly the only thing to keep the creature from consuming him whole. He waved the torch at the creature, trying to stop it's deathly cries. A nigh sense of fear permeated from the creature at the sight of the flame and it quickly vanished back into it's veil of shadows. Lautrec wasted no time, he quickly made a run for the stairs, keeping his back to the wall and his flame in front of him. "YOU HAVE WAITED EONS IN THIS DARK DECREPIT DUNGEON AND YOU SEEK TO CONSUME THE FIRST MAN TO CROSS PATHS WITH YOU!?" Lautrec shouts back at the creature, though he knows there is no reasoning with it. For a moment everything seems frozen. Something was building near him, building itself to it's true power. He knew he should not look backwards, that he should simply keep running. Though he was like a Cat, his curiosity, his lust for knowledge, controlled him. His eyes shifted back for but a moment, and what he saw was something no man should ever have to lay eyes upon.

 

 

A split second longer and with a fraction of a weaker mind and he would have been driven insane, instead Lautrec funneled this new found fear into his escape "GAH!" He roared out as he threw his Torch at the creature, sending it wailing away into the darkness. Making one last sprint he bolted into the staircase. He presumed the creature would follow, but it did not. It was as if it was bound to that room. The entire structure began collapsing under the creatures terrible wails and rumbles. He quickly sprinted from it's reaches and back into the relative safety of the Obsidian mountains. He fell flat on his face and for the first time in his existence he prayed, just for a moment, for strength. Tears drenched his face and a ounce of urine ran down his pant legs. No man, no living creature, should ever have to witness such tears. As he lay there drenched in his own perspiration, all he could do was think. Think about the creature. Think about the key. Think about the portal. Think about the limitless power he just uncovered. As he thought about all this, he knew he would be stronger next time. He knew he would be better next time. With this new knowledge, he drifted away in a fear destined sleep, on the cold ground of the Oblivion mountains. 

[Stag 3234]

((Great read, AWESOME texture pack. Love those iron bars.))

 

 

 

Iatrilemar stands atop a mound overlooking the oblivion mountains. With a shudder he turns before slowing drifting away. "I think I shall remain within the safety of inn..."

[V0idsoldier 1139]

((Thanks man. Chroma hills texture pack for the curious!)) 

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.