Saturday, 27 October 2007 Firo says...
Zannorak: The Eternal Lock - Interlude: A Meeting in the Dark
The air, always fresh and soothing especially in the areas surrounded by woods, and even more so in the hours of dawn. The villagers started their usual routine, the men tended to their fields, the women made breakfast and the children ran as much as their little legs could hope to take, brimming with renewed vigour. Such carefree joys of the breathing.One of the men noticed a shadow of a lanky human in the woods, a strange sight of cloth and curious accessories that hung from every part of his, it's, body. Rubbing his eyes the man looked again, and sure enough he was only seeing a mess of plants that looked like a human. Pushing that mental image aside, he once again focuses on his crops, worrying about the coming harvest.Such mundane thoughts, so full of ignorance commonplace in peasants and beings of the like. Simple dreams and goals, of being able to live for another day with a filled belly, of having a roof over their heads, and of passing each day like any other. Untainted and innocent, and no doubt, fresh....He turned calmly, various ceremonial trinklets ringing softly as they knocked into one another. Not an single forest creature in sight. Drawing a pattern in the air with his left index he starts making his way back, joints creaking softly occasionly as he maneuvers himself through the old forest, careful not to leave any tracks for the foolishly curious. A single, dark hand reaches out from a tree, wavering slightly as if waiting for a prey to meet its grasp. Reaching out the stranger gently held it, and in a flash he was gone.Regaining his lazy stride he walks down the familiar corridor, curtains and veils unravelling to make way for his passage. When he finally reached his meeting room, he noticed the door ajar. Early, he thought. There sitting on the couch inside rests a young man surrounded by two others. Moving to the opposite seat he slowly sits down, as the visitor said in a soft charming voice,"On your usual morning walks, Clruciofe?""Yes, to marvel at the village livestyle. Has it ever baffled you how little those villagers have to worry about? Intriguing." A deep, old voice echoed from within his body."I'll have to agree with you on that." He opens his eyes, a lazy but judging stare, "though is it not strange to speak so fondly of them when you have just completed your... research?" The scarred elf to his left watched Clruciofe with cold piercing eyes, his arms folded neatly behind his deceptively frail-looking body."Indeed. They say that one only learns to cherish something when one has lost it. This would be one of those times."The man smiled, "Such a longing tone is unbecoming of you, necromancer.""Everyone has a right to wish." He waves his hand matter-of-factly. "You have come for results, i presume? It's rare to see you in the flesh.""You read my mind.""The most recent subject is functioning as expected. No flaws has been discovered as of now, but further trails will need to be run. We are, however, pleased with this one.""Perfect. Are you going to have a 'grand feast' for your accomplishment? I'm sure you all deserve a little reward from time to time." The man's tone suggesting jest, as his other lieutenant giggles softly."Perhaps. Would you like an invitation? Though i doubt the food will fit your tastes."The man rises from his seat, his long black hair falling on either side of his heavy cloak "No, I'm afraid I have better interests to attend to. I'll be looking forward to the release. That is, if you are planning to.""Of course. I'm sure all of us need some humour on occasion." Clruciofe stands up slowly and drifts to the open portal by the wall, the clouds of colours swirling within masking a scene of a snow laden path to a large citygate flanked on both sides by towering ivory statues of a warrior and a wizard. Raising a boney hand he gestures towards the magical conjuration, "Till we meet again, Bringer of Worlds."
Firo actually blogged @ 17:09