by C S » Thu Jan 20, 2011 12:10 am
A hooded figure made great haste down a stone hallway. Its tattered, burgandy cloak trailed behind it as it rushed down the torch lit corridor. It wore equally tattered burgandy cloth pants and black boots. The sound of dripping water resonated throughout the stone walkway and so did the sound of the being's fast footsteps. Around its neck was a ghost white chain. Hanging on it was circular peice of silver, the center etched out to look like an eye. A red gem was placed inside, the fire light making it glimmer. After some time of moving at its quickened pace, the figure came to a black, retangular steel door. There was a circular depression in the center with a silver ring around it. The being slipped his right hand out of the cloak's long sleeves, revealing skin that was gray, with black meandering stripes moving down its arm from its hand. It gripped the silver pendant on the chain and pressed it into the depression. There was a dull thump from behind the door, and a loud ratcheting as the silver ring started to turn. The being pulled the pendant out and stepped back, watching the door rise up into the stone ceiling, dust falling from above. The figure stepped through the door, coming to a chamber lit from the center. At the center, there was no floor. Thin streams of red energy extended from the opening like vines, holding a body over the gap in the floor. The body had unnatrually pale skin and was literally bone thin. It was if the person had died years ago and wasted away without the rest of the body decaying. The figure let out a sigh, the sound sounding like a hiss that echoed in the chamber. "The caster...he has broken his curse..." The figure said in a gravelly voice. "...With the very magic that bound him." The being started to chuckle at the irony. "The curse kept him alive and kept him imprisoned here, yet he chose to use his knowledge of magic to bring death to himself...strange. I knew that his life's pressence had disappeared, I can see his body here...yet I still sense his energy..." The being paused, focusing on the aura of familiar energy. It was coming...from Aster. The figure let out a snarl. "Degenerate!" It spat at the corpse. "After all you've done, you dare cheat your sentence?!" Somehow the cursed sourcerer managed to riggle his way out of his curse and escape- but that couldnt be. His body was right there, lifeless and hanging limp, bound by the glowing tendrils. "Of course... you crafty rat! You managed to use the magic binding you to... extend your essence somehow, to create another life! Fool, do you not know binding magic will doom you to a cursed existence?!" The figure snarled, before realizing that the late sourcer must have known that, but did it anyway. Why? Why would he opt to go through the effort to null his sentence, only to live cursed on Aster? Confused and angered, the being only snarled "May your soul continue to suffer, Liorick..." The gem on his pendant flashed red
By now, Desrium was some distance down in the valley but still far from the town ahead. He was thinking of what he was asked to do. To do good. To make up for the mistakes of his creator. He wondered how he was to start this quest, to do something meaningful for the people of this land. His thoughts were interupted when his eyes flashed suddenly, though he did not learn anything. For a split second, Desrium saw a blurry image, a rocky place, possibly a cavern with a bright red light in the center. Stunned, Desrium shook his head. Was this another message from the being who contacted him? Did this mean his spirit was still present in this realm? He pushed aside the question, knowing he couldnt answer it, not now at least. He continued on his way, trying to focus on his previous thoughts.
