Cloakedsphere 1462 Share Posted June 10, 2023 OOC Note: None of this is known information. This is a detailing of an event ran by @squakhawk for the Palmreader town of Ailmere and my character. Thank you again for the event! Spoiler https://www.deviantart.com/moodyblue/art/Guarding-Souls-824869019 A man of devotion, faith, resilience, knowledge, truth, and curiosity is what he has become as time rolled on. A man, destined for the gutters and the streets of a city, now pulled from the dirt and debris; Not for his hubris, but instead for his unique outlook on life. The story of this man has already begun, as history jots down his misguidance and wrongdoings of his past. Yet, in his mind, he believed the good had outweighed the wrong. The mind of the man wandered after traveling through the caves of the Mori’quessir and the lesser lands that were above. As his travels through yet another land continued on, he found himself in the northern hemisphere of the newly found continent. The man trudged through the northern snow. Ice littered the pathways, footprints long gone and covered. Small spots of exposed cobble guided his path as he continued to walk, in search of something anew. His mask slowly glazed over with permafrost and around the mouth, icicles began to form. His mind filled with unease as his body then shook to its core. He wondered if he had traveled too far, or perhaps if he had not traveled enough. The man of curiosity had decided to turn around and head back in the direction he had come. But when he turned around, the thick snow gave way to something in the distance. Spoiler https://www.deviantart.com/moyashifukadai/art/Mountain-Village-practice-667999976 Buildings he had not seen before started to come into focus. His demeanor then shifted from unease to excitement as he then rushed through the deep snows. As he came closer and closer he had realized the town - once a small village for weary travelers, is no more. Many of the buildings lay dilapidated and in disrepair. Torn fabrics hang from many fence posts, flowing through the winds as the snow slowly started to cease. He was finally able to get a better look over the village. As he wondered what history was within such a long and lost city, he had grabbed an implement from his hip and thrusted it into the floor. The man had casted a spell, delving deep into the unknown histories of the city. He had heard tales of a city once discovered by Ser Winston and The Mare. He remained unsure if those were just folklore, or perhaps an exaggeration of what the reality is. The mind of the mortal descendant often exacerbates their situation, and so he believed that could be what truly happened. The man looks to the floor as the spell goes off. Almost instantly, the town became engulfed in a harsh blizzard, one that he had never experienced before. The cold cut through the fabric of his clothing akin to a hot knife through butter, offering no protection to the elements. His gaze returned upward towards the city, but not much had changed. The city would still be in ruins. “How long has this city laid here like this? Or has it always been like this?” the man thought to himself. His arm raised up to protect his eyes from the harsh winds of snow and ice that came crashing upon his frame. Something felt all too real. Spoiler https://www.deviantart.com/commander-choas777/art/Blighted-966485637 In the distance, a cave was alight with the glow of a fire. The rags covering the opening of the cave fluttered in the winds of the blizzard as voices began to be heard. Faint whispers in the distance. His mind began to race, unsure of whether or not it was reality or his spell. Those harsh winds, shaking him to his core as he moved forth towards the cave. Unbeknownst to him, the blizzard which had been roaring has begun to take its toll on the man's frame. His body, from head to toe, began to be covered in burns. The icy cold blizzard created a sense of numbness to the pain and damage that was being afflicted upon him. Voices began to be heard and figures within the cave became apparent. Someone was inside the cave at one point. “Hey! Hello!” the man yelled, unsure if he was experiencing his spell or reality. Voices began to fill his head as they repeated the same word over and over. “Abandon. Abandon. Abandon.” Spoiler https://www.deviantart.com/adehenne/art/Hexes-of-the-Forsaken-961248820 Once the man had reached the entrance of the mineshaft, everything seemed to cease. The blizzard, now gone, was no more. The howling winds that shot down the mountain no longer blew. Everything became still and the silence was deafening. The man pushed back the cloth shrouding the cave to find - Nothing. There never was any fire, there never was any people. Instead, a collapsed opening to a deep cave and a singular shoe with nothing inside. A lone candle stuck in the snow seemed to be mostly used up at this point and he felt uncertain in his prodding for knowledge of the once forgotten village. He turned out to face the direction from where he had come. His footsteps in the snow cleared as the winds began to pick up and the snow became even more harsh than it was before. He had decided to leave the town, as his body could not take any more of the punishment that the blizzard had dished out. As he stepped out of the cave, the entire region became shrouded in a gray storm cloud. The man could not help but feel his movements were being watched at all moments as he continued back down to the entrance of the village that once was. Right as he came down to the entrance, his head became shrouded in another set of voices. They spoke a new set of words to him. “Faith. Medicine. Misfortune. Weakness.” The man swiftly turned back towards the city. He felt as if something had whispered into his ear as he looked upon the icy mountainside. He saw nothing, yet remained certain that something was surely stalking the individual. Spoiler https://www.deviantart.com/xingiza/art/The-fake-slave-will-learn-to-serve-his-master-966512372 He decided to finally leave and prepare for another future expedition into the long forgotten village. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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