Coldforged - Shadows of War: Chapter 1 - Ûr-Keldon

1. Re: Coldforged - Shadows of War: Chapter 1 - Ûr-Keldon

   #121

   [OOC: There is a post on the previous page. That post should be read before this one]
   
   
   
   First there were the faint whispers, softly echoing through the plaza like the soft beating of butterflies' wings. Then the sound grew stronger and stronger and motes of light appeared in the windows of the city. The murmur of voices intensified and finally apparitions faded into view, circling the mercenaries, chanting names.
   
   Not our names, yet ours nonetheless
   
   "Hail thee Tyverne, master of the Sciomancers'!" the crowd was chanting, all hands raised towards Solstara, the mutilated slave where she stood in all majestic glory. She was still in lupine form, her fur standing out around her neck, but now she was calming down and her bloodthirst was diminishing.
   
   "Hail thee F'Kharn, Guardian of the Night Gates!" the crow continued, their hands this time touching Domunsoka, the spectral fingers piercing the woodwork, touching the spirit within.
   
   "F'Kharn, F'Kharn, we have missed you so!" the voice belonged to a little girl, no older than seven years old and when Domunsoka laid eyes upon her, his eyes would have filled with tears had he been able to cry. Visions of the little girl hacked apart by unseen soldiers then played before his eyes, and for a second he shivered uncontrollably. The girl spectre clung to his wooden frame, showing unabated affection and love the way only children can.
   
   The voices reached a crescendo, all dropping to their knees, touching the hair and shoulders of Sharee. Tears appeared in their eyes and the chant was nearly becoming a roar. "Kandarein, Kandarein, first born son of the city. First sacrificed, first mourned. Kandarein have pity on our souls, for we have failed our duty!" the voices of the spectres were filled with melancholy, and Sharee noticed a woman rising from their midst.
   
   Lucerne
   
   For a moment Sharee's heart stilled, remembering the love of a wife she never had.
   
   Lucerne, my love, my wife, my long dead friend. How I love you still, through time, through death and here we are; spectre and created, husband and wife
   
   Sharee dropped to her knees, still coughing but also crying as tears born of alien memories ran down her cheek.
   
   A silence of sorts descended on the assembly of ghosts and created, and for a moment there was silence. Then the spectral faces looked upon Flare and their eyes were cast down in respect and awe.
   
   "Ichraek of the Broken Flame. We honour your wov, your dedication to our cause. We honour you for your valour and your sacrifice. Never has an enemy of our people done something like you have done, and even though your reason was not love for us, you still serve. We can do naught but feel humbled in your presence".
   
   Flare stood still as alien thoughts rolled through his head. Was it worth the sacrifice?
   
   Then the voices stopped as Hans Sternflucht halted into the square. "Gregal the Twice Imprisoned. Master of the Watch, the Unseen. We salute you!" their voices were genuine and Hans could not help but feel somewhat embarrassed.
   
   Had this been but a week ago I would have fled for my life, now this scene seems... Expected. How things have changed
   
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   Roack skulked in a corner by himself. He received no attention, though the spectres did seem to acknowledge his presence. They parted as he walked among them and some even offered a polite nod as he passed them by, but this was all so strange.
   
   It feels like walking through an alien dream. Only I am the dream. I am the one who is alien
   
   The gusts of wind intensified and an unearthly howl resounded from the other side of the city. Roack lifted his gaze and noticed a tall spire rising above the rest of the town. There was a single light at the top of the tower and somehow he knew that to be significant. He also knew that the voice had come from that tower.
   
   Oh, Mother. What have I gotten myself into
   
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   [OOC: The note from last post still counts. We have entered a part of the game wherein proactive gaming is essential for story progress. This is where YOU guys push the story onwards. You will gain no more help from me until the start of chapter 2]

2. Re: Coldforged - Shadows of War: Chapter 1 - Ûr-Keldon

   #122

   His vision cleared and Flare shook his head trying to clear out the cobwebs. What the hell? This is getting much too complicated and confusing. Perhaps I can enlist some help....
   
   He looked around at the plaza he stands in with his companions and shakes his head again. This isn't the right place. "I'm going to attempt a ritual to get us some advice. Anyone who wants is welcome to come with me, but I must ask that you stay quiet while I perform the ritual. He turned without waiting for any replies and left the plaza, remembering the mysterious garden he'd taken shelter in before. He walked back, somewhat creeped out by the silence of the city around him. It was strange, after all the action and excitement.
   
   He tightened his grip on the haft of his spear as he entered the garden. The deep green vines and strange flowering plants calmed him somewhat and it helped to put his mind at ease. He stepped into a bed of plants and dirt, turning his spear to place the point on the ground.
   
   Ignoring anyone who may have followed him, Flare threw himself entirely into his ritual. The spear was passed over the dirt and plants were pushed out of the way. Soon, an extremely intricate circular design was drawn into the soil and with a final stroke, Flare laid his spear to the side and stepped into the center of the large design. He laid back and closed his eyes, willing his breathing to slow and his mind to quiet. After a few moments, he drifted into a silent slumber, living within his dreams to contact his ancestors for guidance.

3. Re: Coldforged - Shadows of War: Chapter 1 - Ûr-Keldon

   #123

   Lucerne... fellings foreign filled my heard, mingled with my memories of Clarond, back from the misty days of my youth. For the first time in ... don't know how long ... my hands trembled as I reached for her half-translucent form.
   
   "What has happened, praytell, why...?" I gestured around the derelict town... "Why, everybody?" I held her, and she was solid enough for me.

4. Re: Coldforged - Shadows of War: Chapter 1 - Ûr-Keldon

   #124

   Roack watched as Flare left for the garden, suddenly devoid of his shelter. He crawled closer to the rest of the group, but not to close. His lips moved strangely, cautiously bearing the words on his tongue.
   "I do not like this place."

5. Re: Coldforged - Shadows of War: Chapter 1 - Ûr-Keldon

   #125

   Domunsoka hissed, and rose slowly to it's feet. Half-memories and strange thoughts clung to it, like mist to a stone in the forest.
   It began to speak.
   "I am F'kharn... I am not F'kharn," it said, haltingly, in a raspy snarl. "I am not F'kharn."

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