Tide1 4535 Share Posted November 1, 2018 The silence The owl would coo, and the night filled with sound and noice. The beasts and animals of the night let out their cry as the light of the moon dimmed by clouds that drifted by. Even the men and women could be heard, the men and women of Haense and it’s surrounding farms and family holdings. Yet among all this noise and voice, a woman felt quiet, she felt peace among all the voices, for all but A voice was there. All but the voice she’d heard and dreaded for so long, now it was gone? Her feet carried the woman through the leaf ridden forest, whipped and pisked away by winds and cold and snow. The twigs had grown twisted in an attempt at catching as litle wind as possible. ”I never thought I would feel this again. This. . . quiet.” The winds picked up once again and the blizzard forced her further into the forest. ”I can’t hear his name, am i free?” Then the eerie silence came. Unlike what was once there, now even the animals had gone quiet and just the wind had taken their place. ”G-.. grr-..” she couldn’t say it anymore. The name once stuck in her head just slipped out of her mouth, it didn’t roll on the tongue. She started walking again towards the high and tall walls of Markev, towards her home. She looked about, around herself for she saw things. Dead animals, undoubtedly killed by cold and wind. Squirrels, birds they all laid there. She hurried, scraping against twigs and stones until one unfortunate trip made her fall. Down the short hill she rolled and tumbled until the bottom met her side and her head the frozen rock solid soil. Her vision went black. And she could no longer see. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ”Did you think i would let go so easily? Julie af Markev?” ”. . . N-no of course not,” ”Good, because i will always be h e r e,” A shiver went through her body, the twisted tongue was back inside her head and she heaved for her breath as her eyes shot wide open. A loud scream was heard amongs the loud winds, and the moon once present had gone red. The skies were painted blood with the same colour and the below roared through the dead forest lands and clashed with the walls of Markev. ”I am never free, i will never be free,” ”He will always be here, I am never alone..” She broke out into laughter as to her feet she rose. Slowly she began carrying herself towards it’s walls once more. The forest looked entirely different now. ”I see the truth once more, how foolish i was to think i was free? I see, but seeing hurts.. in here,” she grasped her own head with her hands. ”Can you not let me die? Or would that too be setting me free?” The rambles went on through the night, and soon greeted by worrysome guards the maddened woman stumbled into Markev, starved, tired, lustful for silence. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jondead 260 Share Posted November 1, 2018 Sighard stood by his studies in Markev his nails digging into the table as his black dagger leaked into the table it was stuck in, maddening whispers summoning him, beckoning him somehow and somewhere as he growled like a fearless beast “Garroth, this is it- the time has come to claim me for good- else I shall get ride of you, I am your valiant champion and speaking voice, but I cannot continue without guidance.” He lets out as his green eyes gazed the table filled with note and letters, his hands slamming against the table as he moved to pick the pages up and binding them together in a design of an book without an back- as he lacked on for now. “The time has come.” He states as he placed the new book into his bag and looked to the dagger picking it from the table and sheathing it. “Call me where you wish Garroth. Now it begins.” He lets out moving to the balcony spotting Julia move in yet saying no words, only watching on. One could only imagine what things reavers his mind. The drifting of the wind swirling around him as Garroth spoke in his head awaiting the command of him, as Julia fully moved past he’d go to the steps downwards and head down them, heading to open the doors, trying to find his Mother once more. Visions plaguing his mind and body as he left, the ever present touch of Garroth there. A creeping horror unending. Sighard ran into the streets the streets filled not with people but twisted creatures and the city was not what it once was- twisted and curved into something else, mad laughs and hollowings on the wind as he wandered the streets heading towards his family’s estate in the city, the way there seeming to last an eternity as he walked, on his newly healed feet- from after the Arberrang Demon attack he attended, a shivering running down his body though the trip and walk, the power of Garroth’s vice only growing as the world twisted around itself. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Papa Rock 2400 Share Posted November 1, 2018 Delvin sat on the edge of the Arberrang walls whistling as he gazes over the forest after their victorious battle that rid the beast once and for all. Among the forest trees and the howling winds of the violent blizzard, he hears a faint laughter that only grew louder the longer he listened. His hands start to shake upon recognizing the voice, He starts to squint while rubbing his forehead with his index finger and his thumb "There is only one." he mutters to himself as harsh memories come flooding back to him. An image starts to form in his view among the crazed laughter, It’s black texture growing as tendrils start to emerge from its sludge-like body, Its void filled eyes open while it grows a massive grin showing it’s terrifying teeth. “G..“ He tries to speak but his words refusing to come out, The illusionary image only grows now expanding over the entire forest. “Grroth’s... Return..” He huffs out as only dread fills his frozen body, The image fades as the laughter stops... Delvin breaths heavily while rubbing his eyes and shaking his head. “And I thought he left...” he mutters as the whispers of his name re-surface into his mind. Delvin stands up from the wall making his way back into the tavern of Arberrang to recover from what he just went through. He leans against the chair taking out a glass bottle filled with the remains of black sludge he collected before, Delvin places it on the table in front of him and continues to stare at it swearing he could see a face within the substance. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
osumanduas 1442 Share Posted April 11, 2019 Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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