Insanity's Peak

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"If insanity is the key to greater things, I do not wish to see what lies beyond the lock."

 

Fabled legends they were, to think one may rise to greatness beyond that of mortals reign; to cast down the doors of life and death and embrace the pure ignorance of distinction. It is merely those of utmost yearning who plant the seeds of incapacity into the brains of their followers, paving a path towards insanity. This does not necessarily change their mind, but rather their vision, warping what they see to to what they want to see.

 

In the crumbled ruins of Axios the past cultist wandered between buildings near to collapsing, their shrunken forms modeling a strange building style of past civilizations. On the surface only bones and artifacts still remained of those who wants lived there, but underneath revealed new tech and research. Architecture surpassing even current civilizations created winding tunnels and paths through the earth, each unearthing the secrets of more and more  ages; weapons, murals, shelves of scrolls and books. Each depicted scenes unknown to the old Elf, but nevertheless he continued to delve further into the ancient halls, before finally coming to its end.

 

Tapestries hung from the ceiling, three prominent ones sown to show three different beings. They were all different in appearance, but one he knew upon first look- Even without seeing the Patron he knew it to be Aerk'iath, whom he had spent ages of his life serving in combat and in faith. The others were unknown to him, but all were insignificant to the statue in the center of the room. Little detail was on it, for it lacked a face and hair, but to him it was an idol of justice. To him, it was the Creator's Hand.

 

Spoiler

 

A sense of dread filled Koraz as he stood before the statue of his supposed Lord, and soon the memories of the Daemon's first Seer filled his mind; He remembered the blood curdling screams of those who stood in the Magi's path, their minds torn asunder. He remembered the voice that filled his thoughts as the Seer bended his will to that of Alistaer, and the incoherent pain that nipped at his brain, leaving him in the clutches of his Master until the point of self-doubt. Though none came to him, soon the voices began to fill his ears again, and he doubled-over, unable to go through the process again.

 

What really happened in the end did not matter, for from his shrunken state rose a new man of 'God', empowered from the deaf words of a forgotten patron, shaped to remember remember the goals of his long dead brothers. From his past life came the strength of a man in his prime, and a Servant of Aerki'ath.

Or perhaps he was simply insane.

 

Spoiler

Got tired of doing nothing on this character. Decided to start again to bring Tayl back into the world as Alistaer again, but not just kill clerics and stuff. Perhaps it'll lead into more. Sorry if it looks like I started to hurry by the end, I sorta did. Also, Dark Souls gives so pretty cool images.

 

 

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