roleplay [Story] The Depths of Madness

[TheDragonsRoost 113]

Sometimes you just don't understand.

 

Sometimes you want to understand something that cannot make sense.

 

This is what happened to Karren Myrsta one night while doing the calculations for the magic he was desperately trying to crack. His soul yearned for the powers of Magic, which seemed to repel all the divine attention from him, keeping their gifts far from Karren and lending him no aid to the unruly calculations. It seemed all hope for Karren doing these calculations would be dashed...

 

...Had it not been for one very odd dream he had some time ago.

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He slept normally as he did in the small southern city of Austrasia, laying in his own bed within a small tent of his own making. He was exhausted of the day's events and slept hard and then it became odd from the start. He dreamed he was floating in a pit of nothingness, no light or sound. He couldn't see much or less feel. Well, thats would turn out to be a lie once he started to feel something put its eye on him as if it dragged him into this pit of nothingness.

 

"You wish to make a deal?" Karren would hear in his mind. It sounded male, raspy or rough Karren could not discern. The voice seemed to be quite serious.

 

Karren thought about it and before he could speak, he heard the voice in his head again. "So you wish for knowledge to crack your mathematics on your magic. I can offer that knowledge, but this comes with a cost you will pay for in the future."

 

"What cost?" Karren quickly thought.

 

"You shall find out. In time." The voice said and before too long, Karren woke up with a beautiful sight of the sun rising.

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The mysterious voice stirred up a physical form in Atlas. He, of course, would not be visible to the Descendants or to the creatures yet as he longed for the boy to finish his calculations to which he helped seal the deal in his dreamscape. He offered the boy the knowledge he desperately required, but he had no idea that he had signed away something that he'd come to find out in the future which made the man smile a little. His physical form was always something he preferred the most to look like though he had no real physical form to speak of. The future of the research he had plans for, the man thought, would be destroyed once he completed it with the knowledge he provided him. At least thats what he planned for in reality.

 

"He has no idea that he is beginning a whole new era of magic. Of Dark Magic." the man smiled as his vocal chords were fully formed once more, walking away from Cloud Temple with an aura of a chilling coldness that rivaled even that of Death itself....

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Akhortep chatters, the demonic thing growing evidently worried; a great bat embraced the robed creature from behind.

 

What worries you, my love? The great bat -- his queen of Dread -- queries against his sun dried ear, her voice as sweet as honey.

 

"I feel a disturbance." Akhortep croaks, the burning green eyes shrinking to mere dots, with occasional wisps coming from them.

 

"What agony; a new age -- double trouble what a bumble." 

 

 

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The mysterious figure summoned his wand from his cloak, a rigid looking wand with some kind of wooden material not commonly found anywhere in Atlas. It seemed to be stained with some kind of blackness that seemed to spread the power of its wielder whenever it casted its deadly payload. He seemed to smile quite greatly as he felt his presence in the Unseen Realm be known by the many other gods and goddesses as if he felt the curious eyes about him, ever wondering what he was truly.

 

This did not deter him from using his powers to hide himself even further from the gods and goddesses of Atlas by masking his presence with a unknown magic, at least it would be unknown for now. His eyes began to glow a vibrant purple glow as they turned completely black, indicating that he has begun to cast his spell.

 

The spell that would hide his presence and his powers from the divine entities so that he may leave the Cloud Temple grounds without being noticed by either mortal or divine.

 

He spoke a language that could not be discerned by mortals or by the divine as if it was only familiar to him and no other. The Language of Oblivion. This language allowed him to cast his spell to shield his presence from the mortal and divine eyes as he seemed to have plans for the young High Elf who was so desperate to gain magical power that he sought an opportunity he could not pass up to bring his magic to the world of Atlas.

 

However, this spell would not shield his presence completely. Some manner of creatures or magic users connected to the High Elf's timeline would be able to feel a deep emptiness close to the boy as if the space was occupied by an unseen force. Though no one would be able to see or understand anything, only some wizards of the highest caliber in the field of Holy and Dark Magics who draw close to the boy would seem to hear strange whispers that could not be heard by any other. Voices of those who wish to break free of their chains that bind them. However, any deity that drew close to the boy would hear only one thing crystal clear...

 

"The Empty Lord is coming..."

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[Shadeleaf 757]

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[TheDragonsRoost 113]

1 minute ago, ¤Arzota¤ said:

(Nothing included in any of these posts is endorsed by the LT. Make of that as you will.)

(Why do you think its in "Creative Writing"?)

 

[Shadeleaf 757]

2 minutes ago, TheDragonsRoost said:

(Why do you think its in "Creative Writing"?)

 

Im aware, however I wanted to make sure that was clear just incase future posts came up citing this as previous experience and research. More of a precaution.