A Curious Path

[CountJuno88 230]

 

You find yourself in the middle of a deep, dark wood amongst a long forgotten valley beneath the shadows of unknown mountains. You cannot remember how you came along this path into the wood, but here you are, nonetheless. You press onward, knowing that the only way to press is onward. Behind you, darkness. Ahead of you, a faint light. You push ever onward.

 

As the forest gets denser, a foreboding comes upon you. Should you continue? Is your resolve steadfast? Yes...yes it is. Curiosity overrides your anxiety and you push ever onward. You must know what lies ahead. A great sense of urgency causing you to increase your pace. You stumble upon a root, but you quickly recover your footing. Did that root move? No...no, of course not. Better continue.

 

As the forest begins to thin, you see a clearing before you. It seems a small meadow has made its home in the midst of this dark forest. Fireflies hang within the air and cast an eerie yellow light upon the ground. Also hanging in the air, about half a height off the ground, is a curious pulsating orb of light. It shimmers and emits a haunting blue light in a small radius around it. A faint noise eminates from within it...a noise? No...words...They are faint and garbled, but it is surely the common tongue. In order to make it out, you must surely come closer...

 

Do you approach and touch the orb?

 

You approach the orb and slowly extend your hand. You hesitate for but a moment, your hand hovering in doubt. Surrendering to your curiosity, you reach out and make contact with the orb. Light bursts forth from the orb, and a voice fills the clearing.

 

https://soundcloud.com/countjuno88/5th-fragment-of-final-night-memory

 

Do you leave the orb alone?

 

No...no. Best not to mess with things such as this...You quickly turn away from the clearing and dash back into the forest from whence you came.

[Lark 2227]

((The awesomeness of this post cannot be defined with one simple +1))

[MediocreGamer 838]

[Watyll 1104]

((Awesome.))

[Swgrclan 2682]

[[ An admirable post! I anticipate further possible continuations of this in the future. ]]

[Heero 4092]

[Reservin'. But this made me even more moist then when I first listened to it. Good job friend]

[501warhead 1796]

A figure stands in the clearing from his recent travels and sits motionless as the light fades away. The receding light plays about his robes in a strange manner as he reaches his hands up to his hood to pull it back to reveal a lean and gaunt face with darkened but not quite black hair covering a side of his face.

 

The figure shakes his head with a look of disbelief that he would come across such a thing in a place like this and sits for a moment longer wondering what could possibly become of such a thing or what Martin was speaking of.

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

Wolf Druid Ouity listens in rapture to what the orb has to say, stave laying forgotten on the ground beside him as he soaks in the information presented by the small device.

 

​"The best of information so often comes in bits and pieces." He muses to himself, old eyes flickering as he catches the name of the Ascended.

 

Martin. It had been a very, very long time since that name had been uttered in his presence. It seemed old figures were sliding back into the world once more... but Gazardiael? No, that did not strike any recollection in his mind. The patronage of Gazardiael? Surely that could not be right, and yet this small thing would have him believe so. As the fragment ends, Ouity's eyes slowly slide back and forth across the treeline, searching for more. Satisfied that the orb is quite alone here, Ouity stoops, collecting his heavy staff. He silently sinks into the undergrowth, which eagerly accepts the ancient Druid. He seems less to walk in, and more to be absorbed in, leaving no trace of his passing there.

[Heff 2460]

Fumble grumbles, pulling his son Mumbo away from the orb.

"Ain' a very 'alflingish thing t' do messin' with magics. Makes ya late f' dinnah!"

[Porkour. 235]

Two roads diverged in a dark and dreary forest. Björkgarr could not travel both. And be one pigman, on all fours looked down one as far as it could to where it bent in the undergrowth; it becomes lost in a heavy canopy of flora. Björkgarr goes down this road where it follows the light, the light that shines so bright with mystery and suspense. As it reaches the pedestal onto which this orb rests, Björkgarr could not anticipate holding the fruit with its head. It oinks as it sees it's own reflection amidst the ethereal glow emanating from the orbs smooth and lusty finish.

Björkgarr reaches high to grasp it, only to be denied by height. As Björkgarr stares into the cold artifact, it becomes apparent that the orb is what the pig desires and not what the pig deserves. Blood stains the bottom of the pedestal as the beast attempts to knock the orb from its place. After what seems to be an age, the orb remains tall on the pedestal and a heap of flesh and bone lay below.

[Glyc 234]

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