Post by Blain20 on May 17, 2008 9:23:23 GMT
"On your knees!"
You kneel down. You feel very frightened. All you can do is stare at the tiny blades of gray grass in front of you.
"We'll see you on the other side." The man's deep, scratchy voice echoes from the nearby walls of the ruined church. The lifeless, dull gray walls are barely visible against the dark night sky. You look up at the moon and its light suddenly washes the stars out of your vision. You admire the light gray markings on the moon as time seems to slow.
You feel a sharp pain.
Your vision stops moving and focuses on a headless body knelt on the ground before you. You recognize your own hauberk that it is wearing. The corpse slumps over to the ground. The strange man stands behind your corpse with a grin etched into his tired, leathery face.
Darkness overcomes you.
You die.
You have a strange feeling.
You can see your own dead body from above.
You can see a dark hooded man standing beside your corpse. He is wiping the bloody blade of a wicked-looking scythe with slow, measured motions. Suddenly he stops and seems to look straight at you with his empty... no, not empty but... orbs...
Death says: COME WITH ME, MORTAL ONE!
He reaches for you, but stops suddenly. Death looks around. You can almost see the curiosity written in his features, but then suddenly it changes to anger.
Death asks: WHAT FOUL DEED IS PLAYED ME HERE?
A tall, dark figure arrives through a rift in the fabric of space.
The figure intones: I REQUIRE THIS MORTAL'S SOUL FOR MY OWN WORKS.
Death roars: BUT HE IS DEAD! HE IS MINE!
The figure pleads: I HAVE BROUGHT YOU A KITTEN TO PLAY WITH, DEATH.
The figure pulls the spirit of a kitten from beneath his black cloak and holds it out in his shadowy palm before Death. Death looks intently at thekitten.
Death looks back at you. His strange, orb eyes staring deeply into your soul.
Death spins around to the figure and says: OH ALL RIGHT THEN!
Death turns back to you.
Death says: ONE DAY YOU WILL BE MINE ANYWAY!
Death takes the kitten spirit from the figure and disappears in an implosion of black smoke.
The figure turns to you: COME WITH ME, MORTAL ONE.
Suddenly you are hurled up in the air. You feel a strange sensation as you pass through solid objects and through the open air. You pass through some walls and fairly surprised horses before you finally stop inside another building, deep beneath the ground. It seems vaguely familiar...
You awaken.
You mentally check your body and extremities. Yes, they're all there. You look around and find that you're in your own body again. Your hands instinctively reach for your neck. You run your fingers across the skin. A sigh of relief comes over you as you note no cut. It was a dream, you conclude. You then look around the room through your clouded eyes. A lit torch hangs in a sconce on the wall near the door. Its light hurts your eyes as though you haven't used them in ages. "Where am I," you think to yourself. The small wooden door before you opens with a loud noise and bangs against the wall behind it. The same man from your dream enters with a foul look on his face. "He's awake," he says; obviously not to you. He steps into the room and moves to the side just as a tall, dark figure in a black cloak enters. You squint to see the man's face, but you find yourself looking into darkness. Perhaps the hood of his cloak is merely casting shadows you surmise.
The figure stops just inside the room and seems to stare at you for a brief moment. "Bring him to my chambers," he orders the leather-faced man, turns, and storms out as quickly as he entered. "You heard him!" The scratchy voice irritating you to the point you get up just so he'll cease talking. You follow the man through the stone corridor for some distance before reaching another, larger, wooden door. Your escort opens the door and stands aside as if expecting you to enter before him. You do so, and the door is violently slammed shut behind you, sending shivers up your spine.
You are in a large, circular room. Two small racks of weapons stand on either side of the room, and a large wooden desk stands at the rear. You quickly look around and notice no exits other than the door immediately behind you that you'd entered through. The tall, dark figure wearing a long, black, hooden cloak stands before you. "So," he says, but then pauses. "You've decided to join our order--our brotherhood." He begins to slowly walk toward you. "Welcome, my brother." He reaches out and grasps your shoulder firmly. "I am Balzarain, master of the lair." You finally grasp the courage to speak, "My name is--" He cuts you off with a slight wave of his gloved hand. "There is no need, my brother, for you will be given a new name. One that suits your new self." He smiles slightly. He takes a step back from you and lowers the hood of his long, black cloak. His face is old and wrinkled, as though his body had died long ago. Yet, it seems, there is not one sign of decay. He smiles at you a bit broader. "You were a fine warrior in life. Now you will be made into a fierce warrior in undeath!"
You kneel down. You feel very frightened. All you can do is stare at the tiny blades of gray grass in front of you.
"We'll see you on the other side." The man's deep, scratchy voice echoes from the nearby walls of the ruined church. The lifeless, dull gray walls are barely visible against the dark night sky. You look up at the moon and its light suddenly washes the stars out of your vision. You admire the light gray markings on the moon as time seems to slow.
You feel a sharp pain.
Your vision stops moving and focuses on a headless body knelt on the ground before you. You recognize your own hauberk that it is wearing. The corpse slumps over to the ground. The strange man stands behind your corpse with a grin etched into his tired, leathery face.
Darkness overcomes you.
You die.
You have a strange feeling.
You can see your own dead body from above.
You can see a dark hooded man standing beside your corpse. He is wiping the bloody blade of a wicked-looking scythe with slow, measured motions. Suddenly he stops and seems to look straight at you with his empty... no, not empty but... orbs...
Death says: COME WITH ME, MORTAL ONE!
He reaches for you, but stops suddenly. Death looks around. You can almost see the curiosity written in his features, but then suddenly it changes to anger.
Death asks: WHAT FOUL DEED IS PLAYED ME HERE?
A tall, dark figure arrives through a rift in the fabric of space.
The figure intones: I REQUIRE THIS MORTAL'S SOUL FOR MY OWN WORKS.
Death roars: BUT HE IS DEAD! HE IS MINE!
The figure pleads: I HAVE BROUGHT YOU A KITTEN TO PLAY WITH, DEATH.
The figure pulls the spirit of a kitten from beneath his black cloak and holds it out in his shadowy palm before Death. Death looks intently at thekitten.
Death looks back at you. His strange, orb eyes staring deeply into your soul.
Death spins around to the figure and says: OH ALL RIGHT THEN!
Death turns back to you.
Death says: ONE DAY YOU WILL BE MINE ANYWAY!
Death takes the kitten spirit from the figure and disappears in an implosion of black smoke.
The figure turns to you: COME WITH ME, MORTAL ONE.
Suddenly you are hurled up in the air. You feel a strange sensation as you pass through solid objects and through the open air. You pass through some walls and fairly surprised horses before you finally stop inside another building, deep beneath the ground. It seems vaguely familiar...
You awaken.
You mentally check your body and extremities. Yes, they're all there. You look around and find that you're in your own body again. Your hands instinctively reach for your neck. You run your fingers across the skin. A sigh of relief comes over you as you note no cut. It was a dream, you conclude. You then look around the room through your clouded eyes. A lit torch hangs in a sconce on the wall near the door. Its light hurts your eyes as though you haven't used them in ages. "Where am I," you think to yourself. The small wooden door before you opens with a loud noise and bangs against the wall behind it. The same man from your dream enters with a foul look on his face. "He's awake," he says; obviously not to you. He steps into the room and moves to the side just as a tall, dark figure in a black cloak enters. You squint to see the man's face, but you find yourself looking into darkness. Perhaps the hood of his cloak is merely casting shadows you surmise.
The figure stops just inside the room and seems to stare at you for a brief moment. "Bring him to my chambers," he orders the leather-faced man, turns, and storms out as quickly as he entered. "You heard him!" The scratchy voice irritating you to the point you get up just so he'll cease talking. You follow the man through the stone corridor for some distance before reaching another, larger, wooden door. Your escort opens the door and stands aside as if expecting you to enter before him. You do so, and the door is violently slammed shut behind you, sending shivers up your spine.
You are in a large, circular room. Two small racks of weapons stand on either side of the room, and a large wooden desk stands at the rear. You quickly look around and notice no exits other than the door immediately behind you that you'd entered through. The tall, dark figure wearing a long, black, hooden cloak stands before you. "So," he says, but then pauses. "You've decided to join our order--our brotherhood." He begins to slowly walk toward you. "Welcome, my brother." He reaches out and grasps your shoulder firmly. "I am Balzarain, master of the lair." You finally grasp the courage to speak, "My name is--" He cuts you off with a slight wave of his gloved hand. "There is no need, my brother, for you will be given a new name. One that suits your new self." He smiles slightly. He takes a step back from you and lowers the hood of his long, black cloak. His face is old and wrinkled, as though his body had died long ago. Yet, it seems, there is not one sign of decay. He smiles at you a bit broader. "You were a fine warrior in life. Now you will be made into a fierce warrior in undeath!"