Upon Eldritch Winds

[Jistuma 1996]

"They shall travel from the far side of the void to the descendants near as they slumber".

"In hours? Minutes?"

 

"It matters not what, for the void and its reality is ephemeral— I merely know it shall arrive".

 

At first as little flashes just beyond the edge of their vision, confusing scholar and spellsword alike. Over time it grew, the flashes becoming ever brighter— ever more blinding. The flashes would turn to colour and the colour into a flurry of symbols and flashes which would soon leave every mage in the realm writing in pain on the floor.

As they lay there writing, the waves of light ingrained themselves so clearly in their minds that they might never forget that which was etched so clearly into their mind.

 

 

The colours, symbols… They had meaning, this was clear. And yet what, precisely, these strange eldritch words spoke of and why they had been sent remained to be revealed. All that remained was the code.

 

OOC Note: Only those with a void connection experience this.

 

[Translation]

And thus began the seventh cycle.

As was before, that which is his sunlight returned.

The many made from nothing once more.

They were to be as before, yet became unyielding of their  fate.

The many did stumble and force that which repeats into the unknown.

The wheel bent and misshapen, it was not as was.

They had sent forth the few, and one was to prevail.

Through the sea of souls the  few voyages.

The instruments of the cycles, clutched tightly in heart and mind.

It was here the path diverged, for it was not to hit its mark.

They and their foolishness threw the wheel from its axle.

The cycles past, their guidance turns to splinters.

[Heero 4092]

Ripples streamed across the seas of the Outerlands. The world that occupies the space between worlds ached. It creaked like the branches of a mighty oak amidst a harsh storm. A land once shrouded in black flared consistently. Fractals of orange and wisps of white partook in a maddening waltz through the endless reaches of the lands of oblivion. Their sporadic visual vibrations buckling the very tether, the foundations of every mystic, magi and spellweaver alike who subjugate themselves to the infinite reaches of the Void. With each display spellscasters find themselves lost to the grasps of the Void.

Amongst the countless whose mortal vessels bow before the extreme whim of the Void a white haired Mali'aheral fells to his knees along side his compatriots. His iris flicker with a deepened azure. His fingers fidgeting whilst his body is sent into a disobedient shutter. His joints locked in place. Mouth agap and breathe heavy he collasped to his side. A glimmer of gold spawning before his finger tip. A ghastly film of tarnished, copper-like colour. His body conducted by the forces of the eldritch trace along the brisk stone tiles he laid atop. Helpless he was. Slothfully and hampered he traced along the grey stone. Icons colored and fuels by magic scrawled out before a vast space. A script of the unknown transcribing itself. Beckoning the Magi like many others to etched or jot down its alien text.

Upon the completion of the script, once the final character is inscribed along the walls of his dwelling in Haelun'or, his hand falls limp. His mind reeling from the trauma and receding into a state of unconsciousness. Once more it had been enacted.

 

A cycle the ancient spun once more.
 

[Lima 774]

The Oathcast are rallied, the puzzle is worked on.

[ski_king3 0]

Laethis clutches his head tightly as he writhes on the floor, the noise of several other high elves screaming throughout the Citadel. His skin goes pale as he continues to shake, trying to make the pain stop.

[Telanir 6975]

Farmer Billy picks his nose.

[Arkelos 1027]

Kyral's pain would come slowly, her body seeming to ache and groan with each movement as she looked to the floor from the bed she was in. Looking to her wife as she suddenly felt jarred, eyes widened as she screamed in pain, the agony felt by her would move along as the bright lights came about, causing her to fall to the bed with a loud thud.

 

She groaned out again, scrambling for paper as she wrote down the symbols, twitching and screaming for help as she panted raggedly. Eyes closed but her hands still writing it all down. She had felt this before, she never knew of the source but it was here once again to mess with her.

 

Once the writing had finished, she fell to the ground in pain, eyes scanning the weird language she had written. Her body breathing heavily, chest expanding roughly as she tried to find some peace in the lingering pain that had taken her. This would be another code to be deciphered.

[Catarrh 720]

Lothaire Vallberg gets up from the floor of wherever he is right now, after the brutal onslaught of devastating flashes. "Holy balls! What was that...?" he asks aloud, panting and sweating.

[Princeton 396]

Saeldur would cringe as he falls the floor with a scream, similar sounds resonating around him within the walls of the Citadel. After he is done writing the floor, he would tremble as he looks at the mess of symbols on his floor.

[Skippy 2466]

Skippy Irongut yells to his miner apprentice to fetch him a mug of Red Urguan Pride. He felt this vision infringed on his basic dwarven rights.

[Z3r05t4r 855]

"Goodness." notes Silus as he recovers from the voidal intrusion. Breathing quite heavily, he sits up, pondering about the symbols, floating through his concious like a cloud over a blue sky. "This... will take time to decipher."

[Eranikus 348]

Solaris yawns as he sits up in bed, making it to his feet before the pain rips through his form. He cries out, gripping his head and crumpling to the floor, writhing on the floor. His pale skin flushes as he clenches his teeth, trying to fight through it. "Urk.. W-Welcome to d-day two of void magic..." he groans before passing out from the pain, curled up on the ground with the images still imprinted in his memories.

[Stag 3229]

Indistinct cries of pain fill the area around Kaer Aard. The shallow yelps bouncing around the mountainside. Drips of blood lead their way to a wooden door. The paneling painted red in splotches. A failed shift leaving it's caster wounded. 

[JCmarine 12]

*Alstasia Tintia just walks down the road, then sees a random ole mage on the ground writhing in pain "Err..." grabs the mage and takes him to the clinic that her friend works at.

[Farryn 860]

C-RASH

Elvira collapses against the wall, trembling furiously as the symbols appeared to her. Her eyes widened to their fullest in shock and horror. She had only been in her lab, restocking her Alchemy ingredients, when this suddenly appeared. Athin was spreading over the floor, and its jar laid cracked and smashed.

Eventually, things regained to normal and Elvira raised her head, panting deeply. Questions running deeply through her head and repeatedly like a turning wheel.

What were these symbols?

What did they mean?

Either way, Elvira would unlikely know, she would soon give up her magic for something else. But for now...

"....Bloody hell..." she rubs her forehead, glancing at the Athin on the floor. "Now I have to go and get the Athin again...!"

[meg 1994]

Elene pours over the papers, tearing through bits of colored wax as she meticulously re-creates each symbol. She leans on her hand, frowning deeply,

 

"This doesn't make any sense. Each symbol can be one of two things, either a letter or a word. If we read it horizontally, it can't be a word, since it repeats, and thus would be gibberish. Unless it's supposed to be gibberish. But if we read it vertically, no symbol repeats exactly the same. However if each is a word there's no indication of what each variable means...The color, the number of lines around each diamond, and the three symbols in the  center.

 

If each symbol is a letter, it's almost the same problem....Except, there's too many differences. There are only twenty six letters in the common alphabet, and no matter if I discount the color, the number of lines, or the symbol in the inside, there isn't twenty six combinations..." She pauses, blinking rapidly, "Unless it isn't in common!" She scowls, "But is it a representation, or its own language..." 

 

 

tldr too many variables going to drive me nuts till I figure it out