The Stone Frost Abyss - Transition

[jdesarno 381]

 

(Minor disclaimer: Due to the lack of interaction prior to the end of Atlas event, this is considered filler content. (Albeit, moderate quality.) 

This is not to be taken wholesome in regard and is not considered canon. (Although the character exists.) 

At any moments notice this can easily be voided and defunct entirely. Thank you.)

 

Spoiler

 

 

Frigid chill ran through the frozen canyon, howling winds booming above the darkened skies with no end in sight, the otherwise silent prison lone sat upon stone tiled roofing one unnamed  Red Vaeyl individual. He’d bear no name, no honor, no resentment, the man of his own volition had one task: Watch for the cart, the lifeline of his own reclusive sentence driven by a large carriage full of nothing more than stale rations and scribbled orders. Expecting another month of nothing but reclusive insanity among consistent howling gale, an abnormality: People? Descendants? His abyss of all places. . breached by a foreign entity, he’d nae hear of minus scribbled description.

 

And so soon came the ongoing hordes of monsters people, humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, coming in droves to escape the choking fog, the end of a world transitioning into yet another. The man stared at the huddled masses peering about his icy tomb as if it were entirely a new realm

 

‘Was this purgatory?’ One soul aimlessly wept out while another while another cried out for their parents, husband, wife, doom was indiscriminate when it came to individual.

 

Descendant refugees explored the icy landscape laden with blistering cold ice and rock alike, prodding nook and cranny, shifting through the snow in hopes of finding fleeting hope, something to work with among edible material, the man recalls a soul wishing to make fingers a new currency. With verbal agitation he’d remind them on how it would be a fools errand to consider.

 

Though, it was clear said his presence hadn’t gone unnoticed. 

 

 The prior sole inhabitant receiving glances laden with fear, hatred, a silent dread those fleeting faces showed with occasioned glance to passing flock. But he didn’t show pity, he’d not show remorse, silent acknowledgement among light conversation, he’d turn out to be a passive fellow, even though occasionally threatening the out of place descendant, the vaeyl recruit showed minor emotion, he was unaware of just show much resentment mixed in with strong fear the descendants had shown towards the red order. 

 

 

Eris: A nearby woman fully clad in armor head to heel informed the man of the current state of affairs of the Red Vaeyl, prior events, descendant tradition, the single man was devoid of emotion, a blank slate, one purpose, he’d been stubborn to open, specifically when confronted by both snow elf and frost witch in tow about his origin.

 

”A name? You’re not born with a name, in here of all places. You’re given a number, when you do something worth remembering, then you’ve earned a name.”

 

Among the constant questions along dirty looks he’d eventually receive among the huddled mass, he’d been asked several questions:

 

‘Have you seen any other descendants travel to this location?’

 

The man shook his head expectantly, stating that he’s always seen individuals leave, not to return, nor corpses, everyone always left him after a while.

 

’Is there a way out?’

 

The individual pointed to the railway in-front of him, in assumption gave the idea that was the way free, assuming since all of his rations, and orders were received via tram.

 

’Is there anyone else?’

 

With a cyackle to his response, the vaeylman canted his head from left to right oblivious soon denying the result, he’d been alone within the frozen ridges for several months.

 

It was shown the man was inexperienced, perhaps naive some thought? Either that, or he’d have not a spit clue of what the hell was going on,

he’d find it grateful that they’d not murder him on the spot, considering.

 

The man devoid of sympathy murmured towards the surrounding group that had taken refuge around the rail-station, they’d surely plead that the cloaked figure had a name, but as one would expect. He’d shake his head, answering what little question provided while distributing what little he could, the isolated man felt little of interaction, even so when promptly been provided gift by the same witch, two ice shards plucked from her crown. Consideration passes by, emotion returning among his features, he’d been overcome with thought. 

 

Despite, staring into the black void that was the railway entry, he’d been approached by the same woman, cold chill among the crackled floor providing more than enough signal of her presence.

 

”Are you alright?” The witch asked in curious question.

 

The Vaeyl man paused, peered his masked form over to the Individual, stance confused, in mixed daze.

 

”No.”

 

Blunt as his tone sounded, it’d make no difference, the recruit that was torn of any feeling had started to reconsider, thought constantly flooding his overstimulated mind had several thoughts, escape, companionship, a way out-

 

The man wished to be freed from the stone cold abyss of isolation. 

 

 

So there he remains for the moment, body firmly planted upon one of the chilled crates in same crackling outdoor hall where some descendants would huddle for warmth and hope, asleep, watching over the flock in his own way. 

 

Maybe one day he’ll finally escape this frosted over hellscape.

[Travista 1361]

*laughs in loincloth-wearing ork*

[Morigung-oog 5697]

Vexalia smiled as she recalled her meeting with the Vaeyl knight, recalling that everyone in the Vaeyl order had something semblant of emotion as she had observed many times before..

[Baudouin 160]

Theodosius would be crawling through the snow, hearing the voices. Is this the hell that he deserved for his failure? The man, getting up, would look around in the fog for others. 

[Wand 1220]

Transition and wandering had been a part of Eris’s life since the Elba Forest, her days as a young girl. She hated needlework and girlish tasks and hobbies then, but now she took comfort in it. It was busywork, something to keep her warm in the cold climate.

 

Indeed a peculiar sight, a steel-clad woman knitting patiently beneath makeshift shacks or under cold ledges. More peculiar still that she sat in company with this Red Vaeyl.

[Zacho 2177]

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

 

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