From Darkness To Darkness

[Faunherer 44]

 

Thin wisps of smoke arose from the top of the red blarg next to San'Vitar's forge.  This smoke was not that of a perilous flame, rather, it was the product of the burning of cactus green.  The blarg was constructed of smooth, hardened clay, and was designed to retain the heat and the fumes.  In this sweat lodge an Uruk sat, seemingly in a deep trance.

 

The Uruk was posed stoically and motionless against the far wall of the blarg.  Around him a cloud of cactus green smoke hung dank and heavy.  His chest did not rise and did not fall.  His limbs remained still.  Every muscle in his body appeared relaxed.  His eyes were wide open, set on nothing but the air in front of him.  The only evidence that betrayed his apparent death was the faint motion of smoke drifting in and out of his nostrils.  Despite this calm, his eyes were red, not entirely from the smoke and the heat, but also from an embodiment of the lust of blood inherited from Krug and bestowed by Enrohk.  The eyes burned with an intense fire rivaling the flames that burnt beneath the incense pot containing the green.

 

Suddenly, in a way betraying the nature of it, the flames of the incense pot smothered, casting an eerie and ominous light within the blarg.  The dense cloud of smoke suspended throughout the room collapsed, leaving an even denser sea of it to have its motions upon the heated floor.  Two narrow trails of smoke flowed from the Uruk's nostrils, spilling out into the sea below.  The fire in his eyes dimmed, matching that of the incense pot's flame.  The Uruk's great chest muscles heaved, as the diaphragm below contracted for its first time in a fortnight.

 

The need for sustenance took the Uruk so strongly that it nearly blinded him to the situation unfolding within the blarg.  Upon standing, the Uruk noticed the smoldering fire and the ocean of smoke lapping at his knees.  Beholding the situation, a flood of memories assaulted the Uruk's mind, and he collapsed into the smoke from the overwhelming barrage.  Instead of hitting the floor, though, he continued to fall through the ocean.  The smoke swirled about his plummeting body, manifesting his memories into vivid images.  He saw a dark cave with numerous shadows upon its walls.  He saw the darkness give way to a blinding light above.  He saw a land, strange and surreal. He saw images of frightening and formidable beings.  He saw things that he could not comprehend by the natural laws of Athera.  He saw the memories from his sleep.  He saw the floor just as he crashed against it from what seemed to be unimaginable heights.  Then he saw a suffocating blackness.

 

Faunher'Gorkil awoke with a gasp with his back against the far side of the blarg.  The flame beneath the incense pot had died.  The clay walls and floor were cold and still.  No smoke filled the room.  Faunher's body ached with the pain of disuse and lack of sustenance.  Quickly, descending a ladder to his storage below, Faunher opened his food chest to grab some fresh meat.  To his dismay, the lean backstrap of a stag killed the day prior was being consumed by decay.  He wondered for a moment how long he had been asleep before eating the rotting meat.  Packing some salted venison and a good portion of cactus green into a rucksack, Faunher headed into his personal forge-room.  He grabbed his dubhander and four obsidian spears before returning up the ladder.  Briefly glancing at the cold, black ashes in the pit below the incense pot, he left the blarg. 

 

Through the dark night, with the stars providing the only light, Faunher'Gorkil traveled north from San'Vitar towards the searing canyon.  He did not go this time with the fiery red eyes of Enrohk in search of blood, but with absent yet pondering amber eyes seeking enlightenment.  Faunher'Gorkil had many questions, and he believed the rugged mesa-lands had the answers.

 

((I have been really busy lately, so here is some explanation for my inactivity.  On occasion where I am on, I will be returning from a trip of meditation and hunting in the mesa/canyon area to the north.

 

((Also, Faunher'Gorkil was put into a deep trance-like sleep and was unknowingly dream walking.  He very nearly perished from it, and he did not understand anything he encountered while dream walking.  Because of this, he is much more spiritually inclined and possibly psychologically unstable from what he may have experienced.  This means that when I am on I will probably be RPing a confused, detached, paranoid, and inquisitive Orc.  You probably don't want to wander into me alone anywhere in the wilds ;)

[Glyc 234]

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