Gemini 1639 Share Posted February 29 [!] A woman writing a diary, garden surrounding An ordinary evening unfolded, the sun dipping below the horizon as I returned from my wanderings. The air held a stillness that embraced my tired soul. Amidst this quietude, a realization struck me – it had been too long since I last shared a moment with dear friends. Seeking for a connection, I sifted through my mail, anticipating the familiar, only to find the mundane trio of spam, advertisements, and unsettling death threats. Yet, within this sea of monotony, a peculiar message emerged: "Those who brave the swamp may find salvation amongst its wetland." There was no mistaking the author – it had his signature all over it. Intrigued, It was the time for an adventure. - The forest welcomed me, but not in the usual way. It felt as if the very air had thickened, a duality of cruelty and malice lingering. Memories resurfaced, harkening back to Almaris by the inferi stronghold in the desert, where a laboratory held a sinister gas that transformed all it touched into beasts. The red lighting, reminiscent of a world we once explored evoked caution. Unlike our previous encounter, my magic worked here, yet the red rain semed hauntingly familiar. A silent warning echoed in my mind – beware of that place. - Undeterred, the swamps beckoned, an unusual choice for someone who rarely ventured into such peculiar realms. A conversation certainly overdue, a necessity that transcended the ordinary. It was comforting to reunite, even if his response "Vor" sent a shiver down my spine as I explained to him the plane I once visited. I hope that the fruit I brought with me would bridge the gap to that ominous world, for without my magic, I am defenceless, and revisiting that realm is a prospect I dread. A silent caution whispered – avoid the castle and the forest, where the red lighting holds the power to kill, just as it once claimed me and those poor souls I was unable to protect. - To my surprise, he lingered longer than expected, breaking the habitual pattern of transient connections. Was it caution or trauma, I wondered, as he accompanied me to obtain the fruit from the realm before. A pact unfolded, and in return, I found myself willingly sacrificing for a power whispered to surpass even that of Gods. "I vow not to pursue this insatiable hunger for power at the expense of a cherished life" I declared, my words falling on deaf ears. "It is not my choice to make. Fate has bound our paths to cross" he repsonded, sealing my fate with an inevitability beyond my control. [!] A drawing of the world described below What transpired exceeded the boundaries of imagination – a realm shrouded in pestilence, creatures fashioned from rotten flesh, trees dripping with coagulated blood, and a landscape teeming with spores of pus. This wasn't a mere vision; it felt as if we were physically present, not just in mind but in body. A simple jar of that disease-laden air transported to Aevos would spell catastrophe. He spoke the truth; this power surpassed that of Gods themselves. 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
RandomRhunes 146 Share Posted March 2 On 2/29/2024 at 10:41 AM, Gemini said: A simple jar of that disease-laden air transported to Aevos would spell catastrophe. THE ROT THE ROT THE ROT Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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