A Gathering Of Winds
Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 12:00 am
A darkened castle rests atop a towering mountain, looming high above a boiling, briny ocean. Bubbles snap and pop, as steam rises from the water. Apart from the mountain, there is little land in sight, aside from the odd peak, piercing the surface of the broiling water like so many earthen needles. Walls, towers, and parapets spill over the scraping spires of the mountain like waterfalls, the single building itself being many miles in height. So interwoven are the castle and mountain that to the passing eye, it would be difficult to determine where one began and the other ended.
But few passing eyes will study this castle. The roiling, boiling seas surrounding it keep temperatures so high that little is the life capable of withstanding the heat. No life touches the barren crags of the mountain; cold, steam scorched stone the only thing to greet the fool who dare to venture here. Despite even that, signs of life show from inside. High within the castle, a lone, looming figure is silhouetted against a tall, narrow window. One hand clutches a magical orb, images of places far distant and lost figures swirling in a muddle of mists. The other rests on the windowsill, in a white-knuckled grip that threatened to shatter the very stone upon which it rests. Not far beneath the windowsill rests a small creature wrapped in invisibility, with leathery red skin and bat-like wings. The little thing is so quiet and still that the only thing to give hint that it yet lives is when it blinks.
The room is shrouded in darkness, apart from the glow of the magical implements that cover almost every surface. Half-forgotten experiments, scrolls, and wands litter the room, and it looks to have not seen the caring touch of a thorough cleaning in many, many lifetimes. Perched on a pair of thin desk mounted holders, a small crystalline rod rests atop a desk. Strange wires connect it to several arcane machines, many of which are connected to a single wire that trails to the orb in the figureÂ’s hand.
As the images within the orb clear, the figure hunched desperately over it throws their head back, a piercing, soul-chilling laughter echoing off the dead walls of the keep. “At last, after all these millennia…!” With a wicked smile the figure clenches the hand gripping the window, several small rocks breaking loose and clattering down the jagged walls below. With a thin smile, the figure rests the orb on a pedestal, turning to leave the room with a thin smile. “It will not be long now… Mishka.” Only the faintest rustle of skin and flapping of wings can be heard as the small cloaked creature drops off the tower, bound for its master.
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OOC: This is the primary thread for a world event I've been planning out. The first event will be sometime in the next few weeks as determined by my schedule, and will be posted here. This is an open event, and all levels are welcomed and encouraged to participate, although as we get deeper into the quest chain, things are going to become more difficult. The quest chain will not officially 'begin' until I've posted the first event's teaser, and put word into the SIGIS/Event board in the OOC.
But few passing eyes will study this castle. The roiling, boiling seas surrounding it keep temperatures so high that little is the life capable of withstanding the heat. No life touches the barren crags of the mountain; cold, steam scorched stone the only thing to greet the fool who dare to venture here. Despite even that, signs of life show from inside. High within the castle, a lone, looming figure is silhouetted against a tall, narrow window. One hand clutches a magical orb, images of places far distant and lost figures swirling in a muddle of mists. The other rests on the windowsill, in a white-knuckled grip that threatened to shatter the very stone upon which it rests. Not far beneath the windowsill rests a small creature wrapped in invisibility, with leathery red skin and bat-like wings. The little thing is so quiet and still that the only thing to give hint that it yet lives is when it blinks.
The room is shrouded in darkness, apart from the glow of the magical implements that cover almost every surface. Half-forgotten experiments, scrolls, and wands litter the room, and it looks to have not seen the caring touch of a thorough cleaning in many, many lifetimes. Perched on a pair of thin desk mounted holders, a small crystalline rod rests atop a desk. Strange wires connect it to several arcane machines, many of which are connected to a single wire that trails to the orb in the figureÂ’s hand.
As the images within the orb clear, the figure hunched desperately over it throws their head back, a piercing, soul-chilling laughter echoing off the dead walls of the keep. “At last, after all these millennia…!” With a wicked smile the figure clenches the hand gripping the window, several small rocks breaking loose and clattering down the jagged walls below. With a thin smile, the figure rests the orb on a pedestal, turning to leave the room with a thin smile. “It will not be long now… Mishka.” Only the faintest rustle of skin and flapping of wings can be heard as the small cloaked creature drops off the tower, bound for its master.
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OOC: This is the primary thread for a world event I've been planning out. The first event will be sometime in the next few weeks as determined by my schedule, and will be posted here. This is an open event, and all levels are welcomed and encouraged to participate, although as we get deeper into the quest chain, things are going to become more difficult. The quest chain will not officially 'begin' until I've posted the first event's teaser, and put word into the SIGIS/Event board in the OOC.