What was it exactly"
What would the fire mage feel exactly"
A shift in the wind" The hearing of a soft chime, where there was none before"
Perhaps, a bit of weather where it was to be clear"
Or perhaps, it was something more obvious such as....a vision.
A place familiar....WestEnd perhaps" Maybe a border area of the market' Yet as familiar as it had felt, it was still—
Unfamiliar...
Distorted, maybe? Yes that would be a better term for one versed in such measures.
Distorted, that's what it was....And it was that distortion that made it so unfamiliar, and yet despite that, there was something that was most evident and deeply familiar in the most innate of manners.
Power...
Tangible it felt through the vision. Tangible and so dark dark, so very— vile.
And it was growing...
A shift in sight now offers another pane to see, so to speak.
A pair of children. Girls it seemed, one so fearful that it could nearly be tasted....The other—- diminishing.
The darkness surrounds them, yet it still somewhat kept at bay...
A pair of eyes peered from the darkness....Gleaming gold were the orbs, and there were fangs as well. A roar that shook throughout the darkness for the briefest of measures and then there was nothing...
It had all been swallowed by the darkness.
A shift once more....An alley....A man seemingly laid out, slumped against a stack of crates. His eyes closed, yet he looks to be breathing....His face bruised....Others stand about him, sticks and broken bottles in hand. The pour something all over him, and suddenly scatter....In the wake of said scattering the face is seem more so.
A face that a particular fire mage knows all to well...
A shift...
A woman with child....Her crimson hair sways, as she paces back and forth before a window, her lilac so full of worry...
Another shift....An eye of red.....Metallic claws reaching out, and then clenching in such rage! The feather of a blackbird. Runes are then seen....The sound of a peen hammer striking heard in the distance....Cries abound follow, and a welling of such pure rage the vision then shatters literally in the most violent of fashions!
And all that was left stared directly back to the fire mage from the darkness...
http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r124/BrianRavenlock/Skull1copy.png
Slowly around that which stared at the fire mage, became ever more evident...
Bodies....So many bodies....Young and old, were they and more so they were literally stacked...
Not a one was alive...
What would the fire mage feel exactly"
A shift in the wind" The hearing of a soft chime, where there was none before"
Perhaps, a bit of weather where it was to be clear"
Or perhaps, it was something more obvious such as....a vision.
A place familiar....WestEnd perhaps" Maybe a border area of the market' Yet as familiar as it had felt, it was still—
Unfamiliar...
Distorted, maybe? Yes that would be a better term for one versed in such measures.
Distorted, that's what it was....And it was that distortion that made it so unfamiliar, and yet despite that, there was something that was most evident and deeply familiar in the most innate of manners.
Power...
Tangible it felt through the vision. Tangible and so dark dark, so very— vile.
And it was growing...
A shift in sight now offers another pane to see, so to speak.
A pair of children. Girls it seemed, one so fearful that it could nearly be tasted....The other—- diminishing.
The darkness surrounds them, yet it still somewhat kept at bay...
A pair of eyes peered from the darkness....Gleaming gold were the orbs, and there were fangs as well. A roar that shook throughout the darkness for the briefest of measures and then there was nothing...
It had all been swallowed by the darkness.
A shift once more....An alley....A man seemingly laid out, slumped against a stack of crates. His eyes closed, yet he looks to be breathing....His face bruised....Others stand about him, sticks and broken bottles in hand. The pour something all over him, and suddenly scatter....In the wake of said scattering the face is seem more so.
A face that a particular fire mage knows all to well...
A shift...
A woman with child....Her crimson hair sways, as she paces back and forth before a window, her lilac so full of worry...
Another shift....An eye of red.....Metallic claws reaching out, and then clenching in such rage! The feather of a blackbird. Runes are then seen....The sound of a peen hammer striking heard in the distance....Cries abound follow, and a welling of such pure rage the vision then shatters literally in the most violent of fashions!
And all that was left stared directly back to the fire mage from the darkness...
http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r124/BrianRavenlock/Skull1copy.png
Slowly around that which stared at the fire mage, became ever more evident...
Bodies....So many bodies....Young and old, were they and more so they were literally stacked...
Not a one was alive...