Dreams of the Forsaken

[farmerclown 3911]

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Dreams of the Forsaken

 

Pacing the halls of a city she called home which only felt like a hollowed shell of what comfort was meant to be, a chilly wind blew into the cavern that the ‘ker resided in. The cave was empty and quiet as all things were within such a time of night, normally filled with echoes of laughter and amusement that had dwindled down as people finally had finally laid their heads to rest for the evening. The Warhawke had normally spent such evenings with a powder dusted nose to put herself to sleep to avoid such an empty silence. Yet, tonight was different, turning on the very things she would have once called allies, what a strange turn her life had taken.

 

 Was this truly what she had desired? To follow a path of redemption certainly, but who would she have to kill next to feel truly redeemed in her eyes? What would she have to do to prove herself further? Was it worth it? Surely she was not worthy of being redeemed even if she had done all she could.

 

Those were such thoughts that plagued the mind of the dark elf as she wandered through the bitterly cold upper halls of Nor’asath. Marzoss had hardly gotten any sleep for the past several days, if one could even call staring blankly at a stoney ceiling for hours ‘sleep’.She knew that she had to allow herself to slip into such a torture bound state eventually. And so she did, to wander into her home on the edges of the pit, not even bothering to take off her boots as she tucked away for the night and allowed her exhaustion riddled features to sink into the mattress…

 

 

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Floating through an endless darkness as if trapped in a comforting embrace that surrounded hery in the abyss she had found herself within. She reached out towards nothing as she felt a pull within her mind and a familiar voice was heard within the recesses of her mind echoing from around her at all sides.

 

“Oh Forsaken One, how it’s been so long…”

 

Before she could retract her arm, the arm was snatched as her vision whirled and twisted as if being pulled through a tunnel at an endlessly fast speed until she was found herself suddenly forced into a sitting position at one end of a dining table and a cup of tea was forced into her hand as she sat within an overly ornate chair. Her field of view finally came into focus on the area across the table where a towering masked figure sat and the empty abyss that surrounded the table eventually had hundreds and thousands of eyes unveiled to watch, move, blink. The elfess was unable to speak however or even move as she tried to cry out, yet no noise was made from her maw. The empty slits of the masked figure began to turn into a grin as a maniacal laugh resonated throughout the emptiness. 

 

“Did you really think I would leave you forever? You forget I made you, I made you strong, you were weak before you met me.” 

 

The figure spoke in a tone as if it was a parent scolding a child before it grew more and more venomous as it continued. The abyss then seemed to fill where the floor would have been with a pit of serpents that began to writhe and twist as they began to inch towards the ceiling at a painfully slow pace.

 

“You abandon what made you successful, you betray what we both know you are at heart. The mask you wear will begin to crack and inevitably shatter. You have a legacy to uphold.”

 

When the masked figure lifted her mask, it was a reflection of the ‘ker, yet her features were refreshed as if fatigue and stress had never even glimpsed towards her expression and she lacked the red face paint that normally donned Marzoss’s visage. The snakes slowly began to fill the vicinity faster and faster and the identical figure sipped at her tea only briefly.

 

“You know what you must do.”

 

The voice of Ithuriel echoed throughout the abyss as if a thousand voices spoke at once. Marzoss’s features became stricken with fear as she was now simply paralyzed with only her own mind. The pit of snakes stopped growing upwards upon reaching her bicep, yet a cobra slipped out from the depths, bowing up towards her before striking out towards her throat in which Marzoss was finally able to unleash a scream.

 

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The ‘ker awoke in a sweat as she let out a scream that most likely echoed throughout the upper levels of the cavern. Her eyes remained wide as she caught her breath and clutched onto the pillows that surrounded the woman. Tears welled in her eyes before the burst at the seams from overfilling in her turquoise gaze. “It was just a dream… It was just a dream... It was just a dream….” She repeated quietly to herself from the confines of her home until she began to hear the cavern stir to life once more, though in her heart she believed otherwise, perhaps it truly was not a dream. 

 

 

ooc note :

Spoiler

Just a little rp post based on some recent developments, this is not known irp apart from a random scream in the middle of the night if you live in Nor'Asath :)

 

[Kiiwi 1441]

Leilatha would be awoken by such scream, quickly rushing to her daughter’s room. She’d burst in, eyed wide as she glanced around. Though calmed down as she saw her daughter was safe.

 

“Another bad dream, my little star?”

She said softly, offering her eldest daughter a kind smile. Leila walked up to her bed and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead, moving to wrap her blankets back around her. 

 

“I’ll stay awake with you tonight.”

 

The Warhawkian mother reassured. Though to Marzoss she seemed fine, within herself she felt nothing but absolute guilt. Leila blamed herself for what happened to her daughter, and she often stayed up at night because of it.

 

Leila told Marzoss old tales of her youth within the Warhawkes until the sun rose that day.

[ColonelKuehl1 505]

The Loa'Chil patriarch heard the screams from afar. He was more then familiar scream having spent enough time with Marzoss. He was quick to sprint to where she resided until seeing her mother. He felt it not his place to intrude, though would think only to hopefully to bring her some form of joy akin to their adventures in sculpting.