Visions Most Terrible|Talen'sul
Sept 18, 2007 23:04:01 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Sept 18, 2007 23:04:01 GMT -5
Saph's usual dreams were being displaced this night. The hand that held the lives of every mortal gently brushed them aside as she whispered into his mind a message most dire.
A nightmare overtook Saph, one in which he could not wake. There was the sound of fire, a low crackling noise that steadily grew louder and louder. The smell of burning tapestries assaulted him, and flickering through his vision was the silhouette of a woman standing before a great portal, an entryway which led to depths so black that tugged at the very soul, insistent, hungry, patient.
A softly glowing light revealed the presence of a second woman, this one armed. The two seemed to be in a heated arguement, but their words could not reach Saph. Abruptly, the woman in light brought her sword up and cut down the shadow-woman. This time the feminine shriek pierced him down to his core. The shadow-woman fell, unmoving, though a very faint mist began to rise out of her, towards the portal. The roar of flames suddenly drowned out everything else, and the entire vision was engulfed in flames.
But that wasn't the end. Next there was only bleak landscape, unchanging. Rather than being a passive observer, Saph could see himself standing on the unbroken plain, his breath puffing out mist softly, though there was no snow to be seen. A sudden tremble swept through the ground, almost knocking him to his knees. Fissures in the ground opened up, and humans began to crawl out, a monstrosity to behold. There was a prickling on the back of his neck, and dark shadows flitted in and out of the corners of his eyes.
This abruptly melted away though. He was left alone, horrified screams piercing the air, agonized, frightened, pained.
On the edge of Saph's hearing there was a masculine whisper of, "Father..."
Suddenly the screams faded away and in their pace was the sound of marching. Featureless human-shapes of darkness marched on to a single destination; a bastion of softly glowing light. The destruction was swift and to the point. Screams rent the air, and the light faded from the building. Blood began to rush out of its doors, like a river from hell itself.
Mercifully, all this was gently brushed aside again by the same hand that held back his dreams, and kept him from waking.
"If there is no death and no life, the world will be trapped in the shade of eternity. Life will become a mockery of itself, and death will be on the lips of every prayer spoken. You must not let this happen, Saph. Go to the one named Christian, in Lach Linnod. Help him. But in trying to balance the scales, do not let him destroy them altogether..."
The presence removed itself.
A nightmare overtook Saph, one in which he could not wake. There was the sound of fire, a low crackling noise that steadily grew louder and louder. The smell of burning tapestries assaulted him, and flickering through his vision was the silhouette of a woman standing before a great portal, an entryway which led to depths so black that tugged at the very soul, insistent, hungry, patient.
A softly glowing light revealed the presence of a second woman, this one armed. The two seemed to be in a heated arguement, but their words could not reach Saph. Abruptly, the woman in light brought her sword up and cut down the shadow-woman. This time the feminine shriek pierced him down to his core. The shadow-woman fell, unmoving, though a very faint mist began to rise out of her, towards the portal. The roar of flames suddenly drowned out everything else, and the entire vision was engulfed in flames.
But that wasn't the end. Next there was only bleak landscape, unchanging. Rather than being a passive observer, Saph could see himself standing on the unbroken plain, his breath puffing out mist softly, though there was no snow to be seen. A sudden tremble swept through the ground, almost knocking him to his knees. Fissures in the ground opened up, and humans began to crawl out, a monstrosity to behold. There was a prickling on the back of his neck, and dark shadows flitted in and out of the corners of his eyes.
This abruptly melted away though. He was left alone, horrified screams piercing the air, agonized, frightened, pained.
On the edge of Saph's hearing there was a masculine whisper of, "Father..."
Suddenly the screams faded away and in their pace was the sound of marching. Featureless human-shapes of darkness marched on to a single destination; a bastion of softly glowing light. The destruction was swift and to the point. Screams rent the air, and the light faded from the building. Blood began to rush out of its doors, like a river from hell itself.
Mercifully, all this was gently brushed aside again by the same hand that held back his dreams, and kept him from waking.
"If there is no death and no life, the world will be trapped in the shade of eternity. Life will become a mockery of itself, and death will be on the lips of every prayer spoken. You must not let this happen, Saph. Go to the one named Christian, in Lach Linnod. Help him. But in trying to balance the scales, do not let him destroy them altogether..."
The presence removed itself.
