[Event] To Make Gold

[Werew0lf 24180]

 

 

SLOWLY.

 

It is pitch-black, a canvas with something artistic, but lacking flare. You stand on flesh, bubbling and popping, as you stare far into the distant lights in the darkness - stars, you so assume. Each star is golden, and flickering with great four-directional crosses from lightly fractures. 

 

As you wander forward, the lights grow in radiance. They flicker violently - but they no longer seem golden. It becomes veiny, and soon you notice: they are not stars. A horrendous drawl resonates in your ear, and the flickers turn into BLINKING.

 

The world quakes, and you instantly sink into the flesh beneath; it consumes you like quicksand, and then you begin to fall. 

 

CRASH!

 

“Slow down.”

 

“It is only a matter of time.”

 

A horrible voice bids, grainy and dark, yet it sounds human. You fall onto a crater of stone. Red and golden robes flash in front of your eyes, fanatical arms raised towards the ceiling. On a monument of stone, you see the symbol of a four-direction cross bathed in gold. 

 

Instantly, all the robed-figures turn to face you. They stare in an awkward silence, before something approaches - or someone. From the centre of the occult, a person adorning black robes saunters, their face veiled by the unlit darkness of the room. You are unable to identify anything. 

 

As the robed figure stretches a hand out towards you, snap, you awaken in cold sweat - your forehead throbbing with a violent squelching pain, and blood pouring out of your nose. 

 

[This vision is only available to Veilwatchers. Follow the 'Communication' ability].

 

[Please DM me on discord for any clarification]. 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

"Gah!" The joint first watcher whined as she was overpowered by the vision, dropping to the ground in the centre of Haense during a dog racing competition. She drew forth ragged breaths, though thankfully her recovery was hastened by some kindly Haensefolk. "I need to find Haus.." She finally rasped out, whistling for her beloved Yisar. The contents of the vision, the communion had left her confused and conflicted. Most visions were vague, but this one was even more so than usual.

[PrimnyaQuorum 3999]

The sensation envelopes the Blonde so fast there's no time for pain, confusion, anything - his mind is ripped from the square surrounded by Silver and into observation thrust upon him, a enigma of four-directional crosses and eyes, flesh and colored robes, and that golden cross. As fast as he's ripped from the present he jolts awake - lying down on the stone pavement, blood dripping down his face. Confusion rips through his mind as voices reach his ears, concerned, confused. They ask questions and he finds he cannot speak - there's too much beating at his mind, too much pain. 

 

In a maniacal frenzy he wipes at his own blood with a violently trembling hand, trying to sketch something on the pavement. Then he's on his feet - and still. It's like time has stretched into a heavy sap, as he sees his own blood - stained black with impurities that taint his crimson bleed. A sensation presses down between his shoulder blades - a encroaching darkness, a end that drives whatever grip he clung to in that stretched instant away. He does not notice as he's cuffed, and sedated - only as a dreamless sleep overtakes him, and time resumes it's relentless march.

[MeteorDragon 3441]

The first Watcher awoke with a start, sweat beading upon the aged 'ker's features. He looked around, a faint scowl forming upon his lips as he muttered. "What do you want me to find..." Sulieronn rolled out of bed, starting his day by pacing back and forth in his room, pondering what he'd been shown.

[TheGekko 129]

Having been in the middle of the Square, Tiwari was just casually conversing with those around her as she rapidly started growing drowsy until a ringing filled her head and made her collapse onto the ground without as much as finishing her last sentence, causing the people around her to flock around her in shock, however by then, Tiwari had already lost all contact to that plane of existence as her mind had been taken hostage in the Veil's realm.

 

Sweating, cold, shivering and with a small pool of blood underneath her, Tiwari soon after woke up, screaming, terrified by what she had witnessed. Confused. Her mind swarmed around the vision until she could look around herself once more. "..Wha'.. Did I jus'...See...?"

Edited August 24, 2023 by TheGekko

[sam33497 7356]

Lanre Cerusil lies on the cold, hard ground, pondering the facets of life beyond his comprehension.

[Laeonathan 5889]

As Raziel awoke with his head aching he swept away the blood dripping from his nose and nose wearily, "I should find the others. Something is happening, unfolding - and I do ne like it." He concluded.

[Ragnio 510]

Morgana would awaken from her slumber, her face covered in droplets of sweat. She would glance around for a moment, wiping some blood away from her nose "That's not a good sign of things to come..."