Post by Erlking on Jan 31, 2023 18:29:24 GMT -5
The lone wizard walked quietly through the misty, acid rain of Dharatan. A thin veil of translucent magic shielded him, the downpour hissing as it pattered against his near-invisible barrier. Very quickly after he’d arrived, and after his encounter with the Heran Pirate… He’d heard of this mysterious city, filled with horrors made flesh, that only the imagination could conjure. It piqued his interest quite easily, as you might imagine. Entering the city… It was a… strange sensation. He felt almost at home, here, amidst the horrible creatures and toxic air. A primordial magic hung in the wind, very akin to his own… yet different. Almost like a second cousin… magic-wise.
A morphed, demonic-looking creature lept out from behind a pile of rubble, lunging at him with gnarled and twisted teeth in full view. Erlking turned his gaze onto it, and the body locked in place. The creature shivered for a moment, before going slack.
THE OLD WAYS SHOULD NOT BE USED SO LIGHTLY, RAVEN CHILD.
A familiar voice reverberated in his mind. It’d been a long time since last he’d spoken to the ancient one. “Shown yourself finally, ancient one?” He asked, motioning at his surroundings. “Has this place stirred you from your slumber? Brought back old memories?”
WHEN THIS WAS CREATED I SLEPT WITHIN YOU, It answered simply.
So this happened sometime in the last fifty years, it seemed. He left the animals unconscious form and continue forward. “Have you any idea what this is, dead one?” Erlking asked as he walked, referring to the strange magic. A long silence followed, and he let out a quiet sigh, annoyed. The only time I could ever use his incessant rambling, he thought angrily.
He eventually made his way to a clearing, devoid of any life. He sat on a large pile of rubble, his cloak burning slightly as he settled down. He decided he’d wait for a moment and see if the old god spoke once more. He’d nothing better to do, after all.
A morphed, demonic-looking creature lept out from behind a pile of rubble, lunging at him with gnarled and twisted teeth in full view. Erlking turned his gaze onto it, and the body locked in place. The creature shivered for a moment, before going slack.
THE OLD WAYS SHOULD NOT BE USED SO LIGHTLY, RAVEN CHILD.
A familiar voice reverberated in his mind. It’d been a long time since last he’d spoken to the ancient one. “Shown yourself finally, ancient one?” He asked, motioning at his surroundings. “Has this place stirred you from your slumber? Brought back old memories?”
WHEN THIS WAS CREATED I SLEPT WITHIN YOU, It answered simply.
So this happened sometime in the last fifty years, it seemed. He left the animals unconscious form and continue forward. “Have you any idea what this is, dead one?” Erlking asked as he walked, referring to the strange magic. A long silence followed, and he let out a quiet sigh, annoyed. The only time I could ever use his incessant rambling, he thought angrily.
He eventually made his way to a clearing, devoid of any life. He sat on a large pile of rubble, his cloak burning slightly as he settled down. He decided he’d wait for a moment and see if the old god spoke once more. He’d nothing better to do, after all.
PL: 15,000 (ANTISENSE Enabled)
WC: 335
Notes: Erlking is wearing a long black cloak, his horns appear much smaller, and an ornate mask covers his face.
WC: 335
Notes: Erlking is wearing a long black cloak, his horns appear much smaller, and an ornate mask covers his face.