Post by Nervan & Friends on Jan 13, 2023 7:11:23 GMT -5
|| Nervan’s PL: 12,000 ||
Foul and unnatural things were abound in Dharatan, practiced Konatsian magic alongside the void and nothingness now ruled what was once a functioning city. Broken spells and enchantments shuddered, warping from their intended purpose into something else entirely, as if they had grown to be sentient in the presence of what should not be here, as if it was an act of self preservation beyond what the magic was made for.
The magic here had been warped, it had become wild in rebellion against what had been thrust upon the city. Still, this now wild magic was vastly outnumbered by the disfigured and mutilated prior inhabitants of Dharatan, and in many cases the magic hid itself away, though in others it fought back the invasive threat to nothing more than an unsteady standstill before retreating.
Such a phenomenon had garnered interest from an entity just as strange; a short scraggly looking anomaly. They had wandered into Dharatan after having seen the rift from somewhere outside of the city’s remains, feeling disgusted by the sight— and therefore curious as to why they were disgusted.
After having come closer, it became clearer and clearer as to why such a feeling was bubbling within them behind their eternally blank expression. This ‘void’ this ‘nothingness’ went against a core philosophy of theirs; the desire for progress and completion. Eventually, the wanderer had made their way to a vantage point where they were quite close to the gash in the sky after climbing up a toppled building. They stood their staring unblinkingly at the rift— it was almost a miracle they were not attacked by any of the void creatures... Although, there was a certain emptiness about the wanderer too, maybe the creatures didn’t notice, and thought they were one of their own? What a disgusting possibility, the wanderer thought to themselves.