Explode into Action

(This post is dedicated to Zeriveth. I'm not changing his name or personality by the way. I decided it would be too complicated to come up with a new personality and play it effectively, and i like his old personality too much. I will simply use what happened to delve deeper into the characters muddled psyche. So gaming group, its still Zeriveth, and he's still crazy. This post is dedicated to the events that happened to the secondary troupe of the Two Scars.)

Blood and fire. Guts and ambition. All at an end, becomes the beginning. Trolls with black claws tear at me. Seperated. Music of battle as the Dwarf crafts destruction on the battlefield. I follow in his wake, a bloody oceans mist on my face. Laughter. Pretty Lorelle scolding and yelling. Do not be alone he spoke. Be close to Gorum, be close to Frost, be close to Ania. The trolls were close, the blood was close. My magic escaped and hissed around me. Blood and magic scorched the ground. The sky opened. Fire and death came out. I went out. Darkness. Darkness. But not silence. Sounds, all the sounds. Talking, screaming, crying. Wind and pain, a smell of pure magic. A bit of cloth to soak it up. Soak up the sound. Become the sound. Become the cloth. Listen for them. Listen to them. Lorelle speaking. Goblins speaking. Only one moment to listen, only one moment to learn. Understand! the unspeakable is spoken. Slaves. A gorum slave. A Frost slave, an Ania slave, a Lorelle slave. Azriel is gone like cowardice. Zeriveth is gone. A coward. This one a coward. Never. Flesh is formed of words and magic. Bony fingers rip at space, tear it apart, warp it. Blood and fire. Light and ambition. Born again. Goblins scramble and run. Fire tears them down. They scream and break apart. Magic flows out, uncontrolled. A building falls down. Arrows cut my legs. There minds explode, free and streaming down there face. Laughter all around me. The smell of blood and burning goblins. I surrender. Take me alive. A trick! my body explodes into thunder and there flesh and bones are torn down to nothing. I sore into a building. There young. Protected. Frightened. I explode again. I set fire to everything. The young, the women, the buildings. All is aflame. They scramble to protect there young and women. They all die. They belong to the fires now. Blood fades from me. Arrows in my arms and back. Only one now that i see. A young one, dragging an old one. That ones father maybe? This one does not care. All goblins are for the fire now. Stalking. all things burn around me. The young one screams as I put the flames on the one he drags. He grabs at me. I grab at him. My fingers clutch for the life at his throat. The struggle softens. I see light in his eyes. A dim light, a deep hatred. Laughter. He fades further. His life grows dim. Gorum hits me. my grip tightens. Gorum strikes me again. I fall into darkness. A library! we are at a library now. Lorelle seeks knowledge for his mind, crippled as it is. The princess is dead! a broken statue, a broken promise, a broken dream. Find ghosts. We must find the ghosts that run the library. Guardians, tests, traps, all defeated. Mirrors of the past. Reflections of knowledge. To fly on a mountain, to jump through the chaos, to eat the world. All possible, all real, all within the mirrors. Erik grabs me through the mirrors and i am done. Tragedy! Kharask is gone, but he is not. A traitor in the two scars. One scar? or perhaps a third. Time will tell, or untell. The future may not be. Chaos draws them near. Slowly Zeriveth. Slowly.

Ok, thats that. I'll have more soon.