Oropher's Masterwork

[Bat Druid 140]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8waJ7W3QcJc

 

In his hands, he held a ball. A ball wrapped in cloth, it would appear. He sat upon stone, surrounded by vines. A bat sat next to him, staring at him, squeaking. He was still shell shocked from what had happen. His friends, family, they had attempted...to KILL HIM! Murder. Annihilation. It was unfathomable to him. He did not understand. He could not understand! Not BROKEN

 

...merely have a different form.

 

He was the Bat Druid, Oropher Deathsbane. The Druid retreated to one of the dimly lit rooms about the cavernous system, the bat trailing after him through the air. He searched through a chest, taking various utensils used for art from them. Parchment, ink, brushes and quills.

 

…

 

Oropher sat down within the room, surrounded by his masterwork. Upon the walls, was an intricate drawing of madness and chaos itself. Woven together through the hands of one who knew only spite and hate, the drawing was beautiful in its disgustingness. Depictions of gore, animals, nature, those he loved, and those he despised. All of it was drawn in a schizophrenic nightmare...or was it a dream? The bat fluttered out from the corner of the room, staring at Oropher as it sat down, in front of the Druid. They began to talk, as he held the cloth in his hands.

 

“Must I...must I...follow this...through?”

 

"Pardon my misguided thoughts, if they are so, but you do not have to do this as the result is something you have seen before, as if you've wrote it yourself, it's clear. I don't think you should do this, no, no, no, you can be helped."

 

"It is far...too...late...for that..."

 

"Nothing is a must."

 

"Some things are."

 

"No."

 

"Yes."

 

Oropher looked to the ball, before shuffling into a corner as the bat followed him. He stared at the cloth, saying nothing, as if waiting for something to happen. Nothing happened. Oropher took the cloth away.

 

“I accept my mortality."

 

Oropher took the cloth away from the object, and bit into the golden apple, and felt a feeling of unfathomable hatred, as he swallowed the fruit. He shut his eyes, beginning to doze off, into a sleep. The bat fluttered to the husk of what once contained Oropher, but was now an empty, yet alive Ker, and sat down.

 

They slept.

 

TLDR: Oropher ate a golden apple.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

The omnipotent forum RP version of Artimec hears of this grumbles.

"Trust me, that **** don't work."

[Bat Druid 140]

As Oropher is currently in a coma until I next get online, Isis magically replies.

 

"You could've told him that you annoying no-wing!"

[Glyc 234]

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