LadyOfStars
Tu'er Shen the Rabbit God
The orc’s response was quick and held a hint of anger, perhaps disdain? The High Elf wasn’t at all surprised, but he was intrusive during; something sinister had been started on this side of the hills. When the rope reached him, Aurum let it go by without securing it around himself. Instead he spared it a momentary glance and let his armored hand glide over it. If anything should happen or if someone should lose their mind, he didn’t want the rope to hinder his reaction. As they started to move, Aurum kept his head raised and his eyes peeled. Within this fog, great secrets would be revealed and in those secrets, the keys to controlling some of these people and beasts. It wasn’t odd to see, events from the past which he had not seen himself. Aurum watched with interest as memories came to life with the mist’s help.
It seemed sadness was the chosen them for tonight’s play. Aurum watched the despair that was the healer’s memories. Halfway through the scene he rolled his eyes and looked away. The information was nothing special, nor did he care for her sorrows. These scenes she allowed to be displayed were part of life, normal occurrences that shouldn’t bother her as badly as they did. But it wasn’t his job to fix problems, not these at any rate, so he remained silent. With his hand still upon the rope, Aurum moved carefully along the path, one foot in front of the other, his head behind the head of whoever stood before him. Unfortunately the seemed too difficult a pattern for everyone else to follow as the line was brought to a sudden stop. “Now wh-...?”
Off the path the eerie clouds started a new scene and instantly, Aurum knew it was a memory of his. A door towered amongst the odd, unfamiliar trees. It was covered in gold and adorned in less expensive jewels in a style easily recognizable as, High-Elven to those familiar with it. The one of the two doors wasn’t slightly cracked open, just enough for an outsider to see into the room. Beyond the door, shadows danced upon the opposite wall. A man stood over the bed of an unsuspecting victim with a large knife in hand. Just as the candleks flame flickered the masked man attacked. The noise of sliced flesh mixed with the sound of helplesss cries as the attacker carcved away at the man’s once beautiful face. Again and again, uglier and more repulsive with each wound. The memory only lasted a few minutes before the door was closed and the show ended.
Where he had once avoided holding the rope, Aurum now held it tightly. The metal of his gauntlets rub against itself a sword his anger and frustration boiled within. He made no attempts to hide his face as a few tears blurred his vision, but didn’t fall. Instead he simply looked away from the fading constructs and he tried to control his emotions. His father wasn’t dead, the man hadn’t killed him so there was no reason to cry.
SilverFlight , Brendanfp , Chione , The Suspicious Eye , Sir Galahad II , idalie , Flutterby , Zazz
It seemed sadness was the chosen them for tonight’s play. Aurum watched the despair that was the healer’s memories. Halfway through the scene he rolled his eyes and looked away. The information was nothing special, nor did he care for her sorrows. These scenes she allowed to be displayed were part of life, normal occurrences that shouldn’t bother her as badly as they did. But it wasn’t his job to fix problems, not these at any rate, so he remained silent. With his hand still upon the rope, Aurum moved carefully along the path, one foot in front of the other, his head behind the head of whoever stood before him. Unfortunately the seemed too difficult a pattern for everyone else to follow as the line was brought to a sudden stop. “Now wh-...?”
Off the path the eerie clouds started a new scene and instantly, Aurum knew it was a memory of his. A door towered amongst the odd, unfamiliar trees. It was covered in gold and adorned in less expensive jewels in a style easily recognizable as, High-Elven to those familiar with it. The one of the two doors wasn’t slightly cracked open, just enough for an outsider to see into the room. Beyond the door, shadows danced upon the opposite wall. A man stood over the bed of an unsuspecting victim with a large knife in hand. Just as the candleks flame flickered the masked man attacked. The noise of sliced flesh mixed with the sound of helplesss cries as the attacker carcved away at the man’s once beautiful face. Again and again, uglier and more repulsive with each wound. The memory only lasted a few minutes before the door was closed and the show ended.
Where he had once avoided holding the rope, Aurum now held it tightly. The metal of his gauntlets rub against itself a sword his anger and frustration boiled within. He made no attempts to hide his face as a few tears blurred his vision, but didn’t fall. Instead he simply looked away from the fading constructs and he tried to control his emotions. His father wasn’t dead, the man hadn’t killed him so there was no reason to cry.
SilverFlight , Brendanfp , Chione , The Suspicious Eye , Sir Galahad II , idalie , Flutterby , Zazz