Awakening...
Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2003 4:45 am
((I need to keep the town up to speed as to why I'm back so early. I originally posted this in the 'Quest to the North' post, but too many people found it too lengthy to read through and find this post, so I decided to make it a separate topic; this is before I came back...))
In the heat of battle with several oddities of creatures, Bloodhearte feels exhausted by the amount of flames he created from his own raw energy.
Suddenly, everything freezes...he looks around, finding that everybody, including Sevious and his party, is frozen while still in poses of attacking...not Fortinbris, however. The face of a lich with a dark, dark face appears and grins in the face of Bloodhearte...
Bloodhearte awakens in a place that's only filled with darkness. He can't see any floor, any walls...nothing. A voice speaks...
Fortinbris, you are becoming biased on the side of 'light.' You have the potential to become a high priest for Moshran, and I can't simply let that spoil...at the same time, you disappoint me by turning down my offer and siding with that fool Sevious. You will face death beyond death, and reborn as according to my will!!
Scared, and being hurt at the same time, Bloodhearte lets out horrid screams that echo as if several men rather than just himself are screaming. The screaming becomes loud, and very deep yet soaring. It will not end, it will not subside. Suddenly, a demon with large fangs and a huge, mauve body attacks Fortinbris.
The beast swings his large claws, but Fortinbris manages to dodge them; barely. He is scratched hard in the stomach simply by coming in contact with the ferocious weapons. Fortinbris, obviously no match for this unordinary demon, cloaks himself in hopes that he confuses the demon. While cloaked, he holds his hands together attempting to create an ice bolt three times larger and more concentrated. The chanting becomes louder, and he blasts the demon with it as the demon bites at him from a distance...the bolt is thrown in and successful with the hit, and it falls...Fortinbris barely notices that he suffers yet another serious wound, across the side of his face...
Still stuck in the dark world, memories of everybody that he met flash in his mind, friend and foe, neutralite and even Moshran himself...he holds his arm tightly...his body is still bleeding very badly...
He limps a few yards, then stops. Fortinbris looks up into the darkness...suddenly, he is back on the battle field. Few are still fighting, but many around look at Bloodhearte and make shocked but questionable faces about his sudden wounds. He looks up again, blood running on the side of his face, stained on his dark cloak, and says...
Life...is only an illusion. I will be awakened.....
Wounds from the travel, battling beasts, the claws and bite from the demon are simply too much for a frail, human body to handle.
He falls to the ground, face first...there is no sign of breathing, or life within him. Fortinbris Bloodhearte, aspiring high priest of Moshran, is now dead...
Meanwhile, in the town of Trollsbane, many bright stars make the silent night sky hum with sight. One of the more noticable and distant stars flashes once more, then suddenly disappears. Also, on the shores of Trollsbane, the body of a human washes ashore. The body is alive, and stands back up...his face is grey and pale, his eyes are a dark hue of red. The face looks like that of Bloodhearte, except that Bloodhearte still lies dead on the battle field...a large, but evil smile grimaces on his face and he laughs so low to the point where it's a sound that isn't of this world...
In the heat of battle with several oddities of creatures, Bloodhearte feels exhausted by the amount of flames he created from his own raw energy.
Suddenly, everything freezes...he looks around, finding that everybody, including Sevious and his party, is frozen while still in poses of attacking...not Fortinbris, however. The face of a lich with a dark, dark face appears and grins in the face of Bloodhearte...
Bloodhearte awakens in a place that's only filled with darkness. He can't see any floor, any walls...nothing. A voice speaks...
Fortinbris, you are becoming biased on the side of 'light.' You have the potential to become a high priest for Moshran, and I can't simply let that spoil...at the same time, you disappoint me by turning down my offer and siding with that fool Sevious. You will face death beyond death, and reborn as according to my will!!
Scared, and being hurt at the same time, Bloodhearte lets out horrid screams that echo as if several men rather than just himself are screaming. The screaming becomes loud, and very deep yet soaring. It will not end, it will not subside. Suddenly, a demon with large fangs and a huge, mauve body attacks Fortinbris.
The beast swings his large claws, but Fortinbris manages to dodge them; barely. He is scratched hard in the stomach simply by coming in contact with the ferocious weapons. Fortinbris, obviously no match for this unordinary demon, cloaks himself in hopes that he confuses the demon. While cloaked, he holds his hands together attempting to create an ice bolt three times larger and more concentrated. The chanting becomes louder, and he blasts the demon with it as the demon bites at him from a distance...the bolt is thrown in and successful with the hit, and it falls...Fortinbris barely notices that he suffers yet another serious wound, across the side of his face...
Still stuck in the dark world, memories of everybody that he met flash in his mind, friend and foe, neutralite and even Moshran himself...he holds his arm tightly...his body is still bleeding very badly...
He limps a few yards, then stops. Fortinbris looks up into the darkness...suddenly, he is back on the battle field. Few are still fighting, but many around look at Bloodhearte and make shocked but questionable faces about his sudden wounds. He looks up again, blood running on the side of his face, stained on his dark cloak, and says...
Life...is only an illusion. I will be awakened.....
Wounds from the travel, battling beasts, the claws and bite from the demon are simply too much for a frail, human body to handle.
He falls to the ground, face first...there is no sign of breathing, or life within him. Fortinbris Bloodhearte, aspiring high priest of Moshran, is now dead...
Meanwhile, in the town of Trollsbane, many bright stars make the silent night sky hum with sight. One of the more noticable and distant stars flashes once more, then suddenly disappears. Also, on the shores of Trollsbane, the body of a human washes ashore. The body is alive, and stands back up...his face is grey and pale, his eyes are a dark hue of red. The face looks like that of Bloodhearte, except that Bloodhearte still lies dead on the battle field...a large, but evil smile grimaces on his face and he laughs so low to the point where it's a sound that isn't of this world...