A Meeting of Forlorn Creatures

[_Sug 2554]

((This post is strictly OOC documentation of a journey. Do not meta this information.))

 

Warm was the breeze upon the furrowed visages of two men as they embarked onwards towards the volcanic hellscape of the Northwest. The temperature of the realm became more arid and heavy as they progressed on their pilgrimage, stopping from hamlet to city in order to gear themselves for a most forlorn journey into the unknown. As grass gave way to ash and magma, did the spirits of the duo waver within their hearts but determination grew within their righteous minds. Many had been lost on previous journeys, some consumed by the heat, suffocated by the air, or embraced by the pits of magma which gave way through scorched soil beneath their feet. With garb cloaked in alchemical advancements to subdue the heat and cloth doused with water that proved frivolous as they delved deeper into the limbo between life and death on the mortal plane, did these two travelers seek audience with he whom was unshackled.

Flora which spat hell’s fire and brimstone that cracked beneath foot, encouraged a most perilous and swift journey to be continued. The duo was engulfed by a pocket of air which fought against the elements of the exterior as they dawned towards their end. A thought crossed the mind of man now elfkin, was it truly worth this journey, this suffering, this pain which reminded him of places once accursed. Perhaps. Perhaps not. Yet, it was through his trust in the man who guided his voyage, where confidence laid siege to instinct. With every step, it seemed like the sublunary world around them yielded to the appearance of one more sinister and full of consequence. More and more did pools of magma make themselves present through tears in the mountains and creeks of spitting flame which carved obsidian caverns deep into the basalt that thereafter gave way to roaring lochs of eternal bliss deep within the earth, more and more, more and more, more and more did heavenly sight become forlorn hell.

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 Faith soon wavered and challenges subdued as the odd pair moved closer and closer to their objective. Soon, an obelisk wrought by the hands of those who called him conqueror or unchained was seen sitting within an inferno that tempted passage but promised death. There, one who understood the plight of whom he was to meet with, called out over the crackling lagoon towards fellow unchained. Perhaps, he was heard and was given empathy through kinship and understanding or perhaps it was greed which caused bridge between exterior and interior hells to give appearance. 

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Deeper did the two delve into the scoria, sweat covering brow and body that evaporated into mere mist despite the protection of what was perhaps an enchantment. Deeper did the realm of man give way to ethereal. Deeper did their journey plunge their minds into the gauntlet. And deeper did they burrow until cavern was met and relief was given from the eternal scorch. Homage was given at an obsidian altar that fixated itself before a spiraling portal to unknown realms. Yet, something said and shown caused a black scaled hand possessing onyx talons to appear from the other side of the unknown.

Words were exchanged, dialogue shared, and cursed memories dwelled upon as the unchained made himself present to the pair. Then, promises were given and pacts made between they who had been tortured. Soon to meet again, did this trio decide before back into the maw of the eternal so plunged the Titan. The duo’s goal was complete but unfinished and so they began off towards the overworld above to wait for the call once more.

 

 

 

((First time writing in some time. Thought I'd document.))

Edited April 27, 2021 by _Sug

[Ryloth 4312]

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Steelsong rang the crimson skies of cataclysm over the hellscape they trekked, ebony soil churning to molten rock and pyroclastic brimstone in the wake of the great titan who split the veil upon their beckoning. Tremendous might fell over the land in a shadow of ire, and the dragon-bound figure knelt in reverence to the presence of the world's one and only true King. He bore witness the exchange for he brought it to be, and though raw envy made manifest within his core, he knew he had done right. In the talons of avarice, He that which would undo the very heavens, their blight and their decay wielded true, unadulterated power for a time once more would see it to be done. He would unshackle the material plane and its people from their deific masters above. It was scribed in fire. Absolute raw, ruinous power showered like lightning and with a close, the great titan abandoned the chamber to silence.

 

 

What had they done? They had delivered. The prophecy urged on, and the wheel turned forth.

 

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Fun stuff king. Thought I'd add on.

 

[Criala 728]

((I thoroughly enjoyed reading this, great job, Sug! +1