Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2017 21:53:51 GMT -5
[PL 12,825 Heavy Weights on - PL 3,206]
Things had been stirred only to return to silence often of late in these hollowed halls. Times of great absence while other times flooded with great power and visitors. It seemed at this time once again strange things shifted in the air was slowly the wondering spirit could fill the sacred symbol waning. Its energy weakening and draining as it cried out in a sense that only ones like him and a select few could feel. The oddly dressed creature of short stature making his way through the halls calmly and silent as death. Pass creaking doors and windows left open. His mind wondering through time when many a mortal creature had taken his place after that incident so long ago that still remained like a tattered paining in his memories. How many times was it likely given the way these creatures lived in life span did they pass or find new goals an the halls left empty once more for on reason or another.
It was as if the world itself cried a little when things become too silent in the hollowed place. The halls darkened from the lack of candles or any power. Objects gathering dust among old books and journals. It was a sad but direct truth of this place. After the great incident so long ago before the reality of men had its own history here. When 'it' had happened and left this place for others to use and adopt so long ago. It meant only those with expiration's of one kind or another could come into its light. The mantle in itself likely itself as well no easy task no matter what time the wearer had lived in or among. At times likely placed back where it was found or left behind when on had fallen.
His memories were still like scattered shards to the wind. His mind and personality just remnants of what he once was. Hard to tell if he'd ever return to being who he truly once was. But some memories and the power of what he was even if altered by his curse. Some could not be destroyed an as this places need grew stronger he could often feel something growing within him. Desires and old thoughts of times so long ago. As well as thoughts that returned him almost as if whispers in his ears of why this place was built so long ago as well. The gift it was to a few places from the ones that were far greater them he. Knowing so little and yet so much without having the mind held together enough to realize all of this.
The masked creature would walk quietly down the hall waving his hand as several lights would light once more. A wisp of magical light flowing not far behind him. Closing windows and returning books to their shelves as he moved around ever so casually. Some still called this place home this was true. He felt a few often visited but this place was coming to some sort of end. He could only imagine what that might mean as it brought some desires to him he felt. Looking down at his gloved palms as he moved from room to room. The earth was a strange place of late it seemed.
He could only imagine how dangerous it could be for this silence to fall now. Like a flickering fire slowly weakening and possibly burning itself out leaving what remained in the dark a chance to come forth. Like hungry wolves gathered around the beavers den. His eyes briefly as he looked upon the dwindling place at times seeing different halls. Remembering music and architecture of a different time. Wondering if perhaps soon that time would come again. Trying to in some truth remember fully even what that time was. Knowing of great darkness as well that was somewhere in old memories as well. A battle of balance and destruction forever how awful these worlds could be and why they needed things like this decided so long ago. He'd had much time to rest and study while he'd begun noticing this and resting here. Slowly letting what remained of himself repair itself once he'd finally been awakened and freed from his tomb. He listened calmly for now after tidying up again. To see if anyone remained this day or to see how silent the halls had truly fallen this day.
Deep within the studies and furthers reaches of the hollowed halls. He'd reach out feeling out what remained and he focused his energy inward. Bringing in and calling out on what he was missing to try and piece together what all this meant. An perhaps in doing so try and discover what needed done as well.
Nakiya
Things had been stirred only to return to silence often of late in these hollowed halls. Times of great absence while other times flooded with great power and visitors. It seemed at this time once again strange things shifted in the air was slowly the wondering spirit could fill the sacred symbol waning. Its energy weakening and draining as it cried out in a sense that only ones like him and a select few could feel. The oddly dressed creature of short stature making his way through the halls calmly and silent as death. Pass creaking doors and windows left open. His mind wondering through time when many a mortal creature had taken his place after that incident so long ago that still remained like a tattered paining in his memories. How many times was it likely given the way these creatures lived in life span did they pass or find new goals an the halls left empty once more for on reason or another.
It was as if the world itself cried a little when things become too silent in the hollowed place. The halls darkened from the lack of candles or any power. Objects gathering dust among old books and journals. It was a sad but direct truth of this place. After the great incident so long ago before the reality of men had its own history here. When 'it' had happened and left this place for others to use and adopt so long ago. It meant only those with expiration's of one kind or another could come into its light. The mantle in itself likely itself as well no easy task no matter what time the wearer had lived in or among. At times likely placed back where it was found or left behind when on had fallen.
His memories were still like scattered shards to the wind. His mind and personality just remnants of what he once was. Hard to tell if he'd ever return to being who he truly once was. But some memories and the power of what he was even if altered by his curse. Some could not be destroyed an as this places need grew stronger he could often feel something growing within him. Desires and old thoughts of times so long ago. As well as thoughts that returned him almost as if whispers in his ears of why this place was built so long ago as well. The gift it was to a few places from the ones that were far greater them he. Knowing so little and yet so much without having the mind held together enough to realize all of this.
The masked creature would walk quietly down the hall waving his hand as several lights would light once more. A wisp of magical light flowing not far behind him. Closing windows and returning books to their shelves as he moved around ever so casually. Some still called this place home this was true. He felt a few often visited but this place was coming to some sort of end. He could only imagine what that might mean as it brought some desires to him he felt. Looking down at his gloved palms as he moved from room to room. The earth was a strange place of late it seemed.
He could only imagine how dangerous it could be for this silence to fall now. Like a flickering fire slowly weakening and possibly burning itself out leaving what remained in the dark a chance to come forth. Like hungry wolves gathered around the beavers den. His eyes briefly as he looked upon the dwindling place at times seeing different halls. Remembering music and architecture of a different time. Wondering if perhaps soon that time would come again. Trying to in some truth remember fully even what that time was. Knowing of great darkness as well that was somewhere in old memories as well. A battle of balance and destruction forever how awful these worlds could be and why they needed things like this decided so long ago. He'd had much time to rest and study while he'd begun noticing this and resting here. Slowly letting what remained of himself repair itself once he'd finally been awakened and freed from his tomb. He listened calmly for now after tidying up again. To see if anyone remained this day or to see how silent the halls had truly fallen this day.
Deep within the studies and furthers reaches of the hollowed halls. He'd reach out feeling out what remained and he focused his energy inward. Bringing in and calling out on what he was missing to try and piece together what all this meant. An perhaps in doing so try and discover what needed done as well.
Nakiya
