Post by Xavrael on Feb 6, 2007 19:32:51 GMT -5
Not sure what im going to do with this. Was going to write a few escapades, but as with these sort of things, there is a mixture of what is true (in my mind anyway) and what is rationalized (dialogs and whatever. Cant remember those exactly O.o)
Anyway. Just a first draft into doohicky.
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The winds whispered as they picked up momentum. The sands of that particular part of the ethereal plane began to rise and culminate into an intense sandstorm.
“What is that?”
The whisper became a roar as lightning fell from the sky and thunder boomed high above in the heavens.
“This can’t be good…”
“Oh shut up!
“…bite me.”
The world became the color of the sand that flew about in the air, the sounds of a low rumbling chanting heard even through the maelstrom the wanderers were witnessing.
Lightning crashed near one of the men, causing him to jump and yelp from the sudden fright.
A cry from above caught their attention as a nude form fell from the sky, surrounded at first with wisps of energy and lightning before being blocked from view due to the sand.
“Not every day you see naked people fall from the sky…”
“Especially nude people with wings I would think…” The second’s gravelly voice cracked and he let forth a genuine chuckle.
“True enough…but-”
The man is promptly interrupted by a deafening crash, sand and other ethereal particles ending up in the air, lighting charging then with each pass through creating the same effect of a large storm. After a few minutes, the two figures looked at each other, curious looks on their faces as the inched ever closer to what had become a crater. What they witnessed before them was an odd sight… The ocean of souls, or rather, what had become a sort of buffer, an ocean filled with water as black as night and as thick as tar and the crying souls of the damned and other unfortunate beings had begun to rush back into the shallows that the crater had hit. They stood on the edge as if peering down into a canyon before the rushing waters filled it up once more. Desperate souls tried desperately to grab at the two men standing near the water’s edge, though the men paid them no mind. They had seen a great deal before, this was no different.
After leaving their daze of what had just transpired, the world went silent and the sand settled within the wastelands near the void’s edge. The sky above took on its usual splendor, blue rays of light passing through dark rain clouds that never unleashed its water. Nothing for an unimaginable distance in the horizon as well. A breathtaking sight to be sure. However before they could ascertain what had just transpired, the inky black water began to bubble and hiss. The moans of the souls of the dead, damned or just unlucky began to cry out as they began to close in on whatever was causing the bubbles. First the top of a head broke the surface, covered in an oily outer layer and then the shoulders until finally a figure stood upon the surface of that water, his wings outstretched but also covered in the oil. The water hardened and began to compress as it did so forming an outer casing. The two men looked at each other once again, the larger of the two, a short but rounded man (and thus, larger) grabbing his shirt which resembled a mass of towels wrapped about to protect him from sand as he normally did when nervous. The surface of the oil began to crack…blue light escaping from the cracks as well as a thundering noise from within. The outer casing began to crack and chip away until…the figure erupted from his casing, wings flapping slowly as he ascended slightly into the air, his dark hood masking his features. Everything was silent again. The figure turned his head to take in his surroundings and finally looked up again. The two figures stood there awestruck as they stared at this figure both confused, scared and simply not sure as to what to do. The figure folded his arms, his black mandarin necked duster hanging somewhat loosely about him.
“He’s gonna speak I think…”
“Shhhh! Don’t anger it…look at him…maybe he’s um…hungry or something?
“Oh, that’s it, blue-ish black fireball falls out of the sky and the first thing you can think of is food hm? Well then, lets feed it your wife!”
“Great idea I’ll go get her!”
“…” The rounded man quickly thumps the other on the chest.
The dark figure looked at them for a while before considering his rather abrupt attempt at incarnating or at the very least, creating a presentable shell to house his essence, as he didn’t exactly mean to cause such a ruckus.
His first words in that place where…
“Oops.”
Anyway. Just a first draft into doohicky.
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The winds whispered as they picked up momentum. The sands of that particular part of the ethereal plane began to rise and culminate into an intense sandstorm.
“What is that?”
The whisper became a roar as lightning fell from the sky and thunder boomed high above in the heavens.
“This can’t be good…”
“Oh shut up!
“…bite me.”
The world became the color of the sand that flew about in the air, the sounds of a low rumbling chanting heard even through the maelstrom the wanderers were witnessing.
Lightning crashed near one of the men, causing him to jump and yelp from the sudden fright.
A cry from above caught their attention as a nude form fell from the sky, surrounded at first with wisps of energy and lightning before being blocked from view due to the sand.
“Not every day you see naked people fall from the sky…”
“Especially nude people with wings I would think…” The second’s gravelly voice cracked and he let forth a genuine chuckle.
“True enough…but-”
The man is promptly interrupted by a deafening crash, sand and other ethereal particles ending up in the air, lighting charging then with each pass through creating the same effect of a large storm. After a few minutes, the two figures looked at each other, curious looks on their faces as the inched ever closer to what had become a crater. What they witnessed before them was an odd sight… The ocean of souls, or rather, what had become a sort of buffer, an ocean filled with water as black as night and as thick as tar and the crying souls of the damned and other unfortunate beings had begun to rush back into the shallows that the crater had hit. They stood on the edge as if peering down into a canyon before the rushing waters filled it up once more. Desperate souls tried desperately to grab at the two men standing near the water’s edge, though the men paid them no mind. They had seen a great deal before, this was no different.
After leaving their daze of what had just transpired, the world went silent and the sand settled within the wastelands near the void’s edge. The sky above took on its usual splendor, blue rays of light passing through dark rain clouds that never unleashed its water. Nothing for an unimaginable distance in the horizon as well. A breathtaking sight to be sure. However before they could ascertain what had just transpired, the inky black water began to bubble and hiss. The moans of the souls of the dead, damned or just unlucky began to cry out as they began to close in on whatever was causing the bubbles. First the top of a head broke the surface, covered in an oily outer layer and then the shoulders until finally a figure stood upon the surface of that water, his wings outstretched but also covered in the oil. The water hardened and began to compress as it did so forming an outer casing. The two men looked at each other once again, the larger of the two, a short but rounded man (and thus, larger) grabbing his shirt which resembled a mass of towels wrapped about to protect him from sand as he normally did when nervous. The surface of the oil began to crack…blue light escaping from the cracks as well as a thundering noise from within. The outer casing began to crack and chip away until…the figure erupted from his casing, wings flapping slowly as he ascended slightly into the air, his dark hood masking his features. Everything was silent again. The figure turned his head to take in his surroundings and finally looked up again. The two figures stood there awestruck as they stared at this figure both confused, scared and simply not sure as to what to do. The figure folded his arms, his black mandarin necked duster hanging somewhat loosely about him.
“He’s gonna speak I think…”
“Shhhh! Don’t anger it…look at him…maybe he’s um…hungry or something?
“Oh, that’s it, blue-ish black fireball falls out of the sky and the first thing you can think of is food hm? Well then, lets feed it your wife!”
“Great idea I’ll go get her!”
“…” The rounded man quickly thumps the other on the chest.
The dark figure looked at them for a while before considering his rather abrupt attempt at incarnating or at the very least, creating a presentable shell to house his essence, as he didn’t exactly mean to cause such a ruckus.
His first words in that place where…
“Oops.”