((Open RP for anyone who ran into the spirit of the wailing girl this evening. Will be continued in segments here as well as ingame ))
The fog blew in as swiftly through the night. And with it, a certain chill despite the summer air.
Everything was quiet, deserted. No one wanted to be caught out of doors. Within the many buildings of TrollsBane, light and warmth wrapped their inhabitants with a sense of peace and safety. Shadows were chased aside by laughter and warm greetings. Voices lingered on the air, and then were gone.
Outside, only the soft sound of shoes, in gentle cadence, broke the quiet.
Cold....so cold...Ohhh....
The wailing was of pain and fear, and a great sorrow. Few could hear the young voice at first, but as the chill winds grew strong enough to reach those inside, so did the cries.
It is heavy, too heavy!
The shade of a young girl, just out of childhood, passes through the streets, barely visible against the fog, taking no notice of her surroundings. Her image is faint and delicate, like a drawing in the sand that the tide has come to claim. Her face and body appear for a moment, and then are gone again. She is dressed richly in a long dress of silk and fine linen. Around her neck and wrists are gold and jewels carefully fitted to her young form. Long, curling locks of hair the color of fresh straw are adorned with ribbons and pearls.
Her shining blue eyes and soft youthful features are a mask of pain and fear as she wails in lament.
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Alytys Lamar
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Aleytys sit in the chair at the fireplace, hearing a voice. She freezes immediately inside and whispers to Edward with widened dark eyes
By the gods, I become insane, the fever comes back or hear you the same ?
Edward nods and he strokes careful over her hand.
We should leave this town , better for us both
The strong fog and this strange chilling breeze with this great pain and sorrow voice let her body shivering and her breath goes faster. So quick as she can she follows Edward to open a Portal after Varshikar.
By the gods, I become insane, the fever comes back or hear you the same ?
Edward nods and he strokes careful over her hand.
We should leave this town , better for us both
The strong fog and this strange chilling breeze with this great pain and sorrow voice let her body shivering and her breath goes faster. So quick as she can she follows Edward to open a Portal after Varshikar.
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Rankor nods slightly as the skeleton takes good hold of the etheral form, "Take her soul! Send her to the lowest chambers of Cherga!" Rankor shouts, he seemed to have a great hate for any type of etheral form or shape.
Rankor grins in the darkness, not showing under his helmet, he turns to the cloaked figure behind, he lets out a barely audible whisper "Cloaked one, this your doing?" He says, his voice dripping with suspcision
"Shut up" was the prompt hushed whisper from him, Rankor frowned and turrned once more to the skeleton, draggin away the spirit out of Trolls Bane, him and two others quickly followed. Rankor, slowly getting fed up of the skeleton says, "Bah, what be your purpose here, lesser undead?" He says, mockingly, the skeleton took no reaction as Rankor went eye-to-eye with him, but he jumped back, and continued to drag the spirit away, Rankor smirked, running after him, untill... He was no longer in sight, Rankor had lost him. "Bah! Probaly using blasphemous magic..." Rankor mumbled as he turned from the outskirts of Trolls Bane, somewhat hesitant that he might still be behind him.
Rankor grins in the darkness, not showing under his helmet, he turns to the cloaked figure behind, he lets out a barely audible whisper "Cloaked one, this your doing?" He says, his voice dripping with suspcision
"Shut up" was the prompt hushed whisper from him, Rankor frowned and turrned once more to the skeleton, draggin away the spirit out of Trolls Bane, him and two others quickly followed. Rankor, slowly getting fed up of the skeleton says, "Bah, what be your purpose here, lesser undead?" He says, mockingly, the skeleton took no reaction as Rankor went eye-to-eye with him, but he jumped back, and continued to drag the spirit away, Rankor smirked, running after him, untill... He was no longer in sight, Rankor had lost him. "Bah! Probaly using blasphemous magic..." Rankor mumbled as he turned from the outskirts of Trolls Bane, somewhat hesitant that he might still be behind him.
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Jorokar Sladrir was near the tavern when he started to feel a mysterious presence around. It was only when he heard the ghostly voices whispering in that cold night that he realized it was a spirit. The young warrior started to shiver and feeling even colder. He tried to make contact with the spirit, and ask it who or what it needs, but to no avail.
Soon after, from the darkest shadows came in an abysmal skeleton which claimed the roaming soul and moved out of Trollsbane. Jorokar felt a deep guilt inside him for not saving that soul. Together with his friend, they followed the what was known as, the keeper of souls until it stopped, placing a peculiar object on the floor and saying with a deep dark voice:
Come on, step in...
Jorokar's temptation overpowered him, and so stepped slowly on it, and a big explosion occured, hurling the humans meters away. The skeleton then easily ran away, laughing at the fool who stepped on his trap.
Jorokar was now gnashing his teeth, angry at himself for what he has done.
How could I have been so stupid to think stepping on it could be of any use!
Later that night, Jorokar could not sleep. He was tormented by the images of that skeleton, and by the tones of that mystifying spirit, and yet didn't have any explanation of the happenings.
Soon after, from the darkest shadows came in an abysmal skeleton which claimed the roaming soul and moved out of Trollsbane. Jorokar felt a deep guilt inside him for not saving that soul. Together with his friend, they followed the what was known as, the keeper of souls until it stopped, placing a peculiar object on the floor and saying with a deep dark voice:
Come on, step in...
Jorokar's temptation overpowered him, and so stepped slowly on it, and a big explosion occured, hurling the humans meters away. The skeleton then easily ran away, laughing at the fool who stepped on his trap.
Jorokar was now gnashing his teeth, angry at himself for what he has done.
How could I have been so stupid to think stepping on it could be of any use!
Later that night, Jorokar could not sleep. He was tormented by the images of that skeleton, and by the tones of that mystifying spirit, and yet didn't have any explanation of the happenings.
Time had no meaning.
Yet the weight of eternity presses on her.
The young girl tries to step softly, so that they might not hear. Again her fear and pain form words and manage to pass her lips, despite her efforts to keep quiet.
I am afraid! Let me out!
We will not let you out, they tell her in whispers. She can hear them all around her, but they remain hidden. The world stretches on before her, barren and grey. A hazy mist covers everything, cloaking the ground so that she only sees shapes shadows. The light seems so hopelessly far away, yet it is enough to give her a view of her surroundings. Enough to show her that she is alone, and trapped. She can still feel a terrible weight on her chest, pressing, pressing. In a frail attempt to breathe again, she makes to push the weight away, to free herself.
It is so heavy! Too heavy....
Tears stream down her face. She had to escape, somehow. She was afraid and just wanted to go...
...home? Where was home? She tried in vain to recall. Images and feelings flashes briefly in her mind, and then were lost. Had she always been here? It seemed so. Perhaps there was nothing else.
Nothing else, they coaxed. There is nothing else. You are alone.
The girl screamed at the thought of this, her voice shrill and desperate. Trapped!
Let me out!
There you are. Come to us.
Hands of bone grabbed at her, tearing her clothes, suppressing her movements. They had come to take her away, she knew. They would hurt her. She struggled and cried out, but the darkness was covering everything. Soon all the light had faded away, and she was gone.
Yet the weight of eternity presses on her.
The young girl tries to step softly, so that they might not hear. Again her fear and pain form words and manage to pass her lips, despite her efforts to keep quiet.
I am afraid! Let me out!
We will not let you out, they tell her in whispers. She can hear them all around her, but they remain hidden. The world stretches on before her, barren and grey. A hazy mist covers everything, cloaking the ground so that she only sees shapes shadows. The light seems so hopelessly far away, yet it is enough to give her a view of her surroundings. Enough to show her that she is alone, and trapped. She can still feel a terrible weight on her chest, pressing, pressing. In a frail attempt to breathe again, she makes to push the weight away, to free herself.
It is so heavy! Too heavy....
Tears stream down her face. She had to escape, somehow. She was afraid and just wanted to go...
...home? Where was home? She tried in vain to recall. Images and feelings flashes briefly in her mind, and then were lost. Had she always been here? It seemed so. Perhaps there was nothing else.
Nothing else, they coaxed. There is nothing else. You are alone.
The girl screamed at the thought of this, her voice shrill and desperate. Trapped!
Let me out!
There you are. Come to us.
Hands of bone grabbed at her, tearing her clothes, suppressing her movements. They had come to take her away, she knew. They would hurt her. She struggled and cried out, but the darkness was covering everything. Soon all the light had faded away, and she was gone.
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abcfantasy
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Jorokar's dreams about the spirit continues to haunt him during his sleep. They where dreams on a tortured soul, a spirit trapped in a dark and obscure world, screaming and crying but no one can listen. Jorokar tried to talk to the spirit, but no voice came out of his mouth. Then he tried to walk near it but the distance instead increased, and as the spirit was getting further and further away, it vanished slowly.
Jorokar then woke up, sweating and breathing heavily. The fear of the recurring nightmares is clearly visible in the broken look his eyes hold, the tired expression and the exhausted look of one who needs rest but fears it.
Each moment he spends alone, the one question returns to his mind:
How? How can I save her?
And he clearly knows that only by finding the answer, will he sleep peacefully once again.
Jorokar then woke up, sweating and breathing heavily. The fear of the recurring nightmares is clearly visible in the broken look his eyes hold, the tired expression and the exhausted look of one who needs rest but fears it.
Each moment he spends alone, the one question returns to his mind:
How? How can I save her?
And he clearly knows that only by finding the answer, will he sleep peacefully once again.
How she had escaped the first time, she would never know.
The pain had been unimaginable. A thousand white hot blades, ripping and piercing at her very being, leaving marks far worse than any wound or scar. For what seemed like years the girl endured what no mortal dead or living should have to think about, let alone experience. Her tears covered the ground around her. Her screams echoed through eternity. And all the while a voice told her, in soft mocking whispers, that this was what she deserved.
Then it stopped, and she was on her feet, running. She did now know where she was or to where she fled, but running was all she seemed to know how to do. The lingering feelings of her torture left her body aching and numb at the same time, but she did not stop to rest. The world around her was hazy and vast, but this time shapes began to appear in the mists.
A wall, a gate...buildings?
I remember...
People. Other humans, like she had once been.
I lived...
The girl slowed to a walk, her breath caught in her throat. All around her were shadowy figures of people that didn't seem to notice she was there. She saw them, and yet they were like a dream; faces and other distinguishing features were lost. Shapes and small instances of color were all she could identify. Then, in her despair of finding herself surrounded yet alone, the shapes and shadows began to fade away, and the world slowly retreated to somewhere beyond her hazy prison.
"Follow me. I can help you."
She looked up and saw a figure before her. Everything else was gone. It was a shade as before, but something was different....their eyes met. She could almost make out a face. A human. A man. Relief washed over her, but at the same time she was afraid. She could not remember a friendly encounter. She did not even remember how she knew this was a person. In this place, there were no people.
Whether it was trust or fear that won out, she didn't know. She could feel them looking for her now, angry at her escape. If she was going to stay free of their clutches, she would have no choice but to follow this man.
"What is your name?"
You have no name. You have never had a name. You belong to us.
I don't remember...
They found her, of course. She fought wildly as the man faded from her sight, as the merciless hands grabbed and tore at her once again. The pain returned, perhaps worse than before. Sneering voices screamed at her from bodiless sources all around her.
You are worthless. This is nothing less than what you deserve.
Time was lost to her. Everything seemed so long ago and so far away. And yet...a single thought lay in the back of her mind. Perhaps if she could make it stronger, then maybe she could escape again.
Who am I ?
The pain had been unimaginable. A thousand white hot blades, ripping and piercing at her very being, leaving marks far worse than any wound or scar. For what seemed like years the girl endured what no mortal dead or living should have to think about, let alone experience. Her tears covered the ground around her. Her screams echoed through eternity. And all the while a voice told her, in soft mocking whispers, that this was what she deserved.
Then it stopped, and she was on her feet, running. She did now know where she was or to where she fled, but running was all she seemed to know how to do. The lingering feelings of her torture left her body aching and numb at the same time, but she did not stop to rest. The world around her was hazy and vast, but this time shapes began to appear in the mists.
A wall, a gate...buildings?
I remember...
People. Other humans, like she had once been.
I lived...
The girl slowed to a walk, her breath caught in her throat. All around her were shadowy figures of people that didn't seem to notice she was there. She saw them, and yet they were like a dream; faces and other distinguishing features were lost. Shapes and small instances of color were all she could identify. Then, in her despair of finding herself surrounded yet alone, the shapes and shadows began to fade away, and the world slowly retreated to somewhere beyond her hazy prison.
"Follow me. I can help you."
She looked up and saw a figure before her. Everything else was gone. It was a shade as before, but something was different....their eyes met. She could almost make out a face. A human. A man. Relief washed over her, but at the same time she was afraid. She could not remember a friendly encounter. She did not even remember how she knew this was a person. In this place, there were no people.
Whether it was trust or fear that won out, she didn't know. She could feel them looking for her now, angry at her escape. If she was going to stay free of their clutches, she would have no choice but to follow this man.
"What is your name?"
You have no name. You have never had a name. You belong to us.
I don't remember...
They found her, of course. She fought wildly as the man faded from her sight, as the merciless hands grabbed and tore at her once again. The pain returned, perhaps worse than before. Sneering voices screamed at her from bodiless sources all around her.
You are worthless. This is nothing less than what you deserve.
Time was lost to her. Everything seemed so long ago and so far away. And yet...a single thought lay in the back of her mind. Perhaps if she could make it stronger, then maybe she could escape again.
Who am I ?
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abcfantasy
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Forgotten? Lost? At least, that's what Jorokar had thought, actually, he didn't think anymore about it. The words of his friend had freed him from an obsession, and obsession that hunted him day and night.
Yes, he was finally free of that, but it did not last long. It was in that chill of the night, when the visions of the young woman appeared again. It may have took some days to get rid of his obsession, but it needed just the slightest moment to bring all those recurring thoughts back.
Who was she anyway? Or better, what was she? A dead woman? A reflection? He knew nothing about this, yet some uncontrollable emotion revealed an intense desire, the desire to save her from where she is, free her from "them", free her from her tears, her agony...her misery.
Again, he could do nothing about her. He stood there, in front of the mysterious presence, standing helpless, listening to her cries and her screaming. What could he do? He knows nothing about her.
Now his mind lacks peace once again, with just a little words that haunt him again, even in his dreams. Words she had continuously mentioned...
They'll come again. They always come
Jorokar knew he would not stand these thoughts much longer, maybe he would lose control of himself again at anytime. But when all hopes seemed to fade away, a new one emerged. While every man ignored Jorokar and the spirit, this one man did not. He knew there was something about this spirit, something unusual. The offering of his help gave Jorokar new hopes as they returned his faith in himself back again...
Yes, he was finally free of that, but it did not last long. It was in that chill of the night, when the visions of the young woman appeared again. It may have took some days to get rid of his obsession, but it needed just the slightest moment to bring all those recurring thoughts back.
Who was she anyway? Or better, what was she? A dead woman? A reflection? He knew nothing about this, yet some uncontrollable emotion revealed an intense desire, the desire to save her from where she is, free her from "them", free her from her tears, her agony...her misery.
Again, he could do nothing about her. He stood there, in front of the mysterious presence, standing helpless, listening to her cries and her screaming. What could he do? He knows nothing about her.
Now his mind lacks peace once again, with just a little words that haunt him again, even in his dreams. Words she had continuously mentioned...
They'll come again. They always come
Jorokar knew he would not stand these thoughts much longer, maybe he would lose control of himself again at anytime. But when all hopes seemed to fade away, a new one emerged. While every man ignored Jorokar and the spirit, this one man did not. He knew there was something about this spirit, something unusual. The offering of his help gave Jorokar new hopes as they returned his faith in himself back again...