Nebula Gravis
04-14-2012, 04:08 PM
[OCC - You can read this... Or you can listen to me tell it with background music and some SFX! Music by System Of A Down and Angra]
"Welcome to Itzal"
http://dl.dropbox.com/u/28025798/Welcome...0Itzal.mp3
- Reynard. The gates of the once glorious Itzal City -
A day and a half after leaving the ramshackle town, Reynard arrived at Itzal.
It had been rebuilt several times in the past, but none were as badly put together as the city folk's most recent attempt at replicating its former glory.
Lopsided spires, ruins scattered about the place, no form of waste evacuation in the lower town... And the skeleton of a castle, high above the town on the edge of the mountain.
It was apparent that this castle was the original, untouched ruin that, long ago, represented the power of the great Undran civilisation. Its spires were broken, but its might, its glory, were still more than apparent. He had a sneaking suspicion that it had not been rebuilt for two reasons. The first was that it simply could not be rebuilt by anything other than Undran hands. He didn't know how he knew that, but he just did, as sure as he knew the lines on the palm of his hand. The second reason was fear... The fear that trying to rebuild it could bring back the horrors of a time long since past.
Reynard picked up the pace now that he had his goal in sight.
He stepped over the invisible boundry that was the once the outside wall of the city, and the shard began to vibrate gently in his pocket next to his heart. He stopped, removed it from his coat, then examined briefly. "It knows it's home." he said, matter of factly. Once he'd put it back in its place, he pushed his shoulders back, stood tall, and began once again to approach the castle.
His treck took him past buildings of all shapes and sizes, but most of the people here were human. At least... What was left of them. They looked more dead than alive. Faces pale, dirty and drawn, their life here was not easty. Up and up he went, closer and closer to the castle. The city rose as the mountain did beneath, following its natural curve until...
He came to an abrupt halt. He'd been day-dreaming and had come to the castle's outer wall without even realising.
The place was deserted and the walls emitted a strange energy... No... It was the crystal giving off the energy. He took it out again and now it was glowing and positively shaking... He went through an arch way into the castle grounds. Nothing stirred around him.
He took a few more steps forwards. He raised the crystal over his head and the sky tore above him.
"Welcome to Itzal"
http://dl.dropbox.com/u/28025798/Welcome...0Itzal.mp3
- Reynard. The gates of the once glorious Itzal City -
A day and a half after leaving the ramshackle town, Reynard arrived at Itzal.
It had been rebuilt several times in the past, but none were as badly put together as the city folk's most recent attempt at replicating its former glory.
Lopsided spires, ruins scattered about the place, no form of waste evacuation in the lower town... And the skeleton of a castle, high above the town on the edge of the mountain.
It was apparent that this castle was the original, untouched ruin that, long ago, represented the power of the great Undran civilisation. Its spires were broken, but its might, its glory, were still more than apparent. He had a sneaking suspicion that it had not been rebuilt for two reasons. The first was that it simply could not be rebuilt by anything other than Undran hands. He didn't know how he knew that, but he just did, as sure as he knew the lines on the palm of his hand. The second reason was fear... The fear that trying to rebuild it could bring back the horrors of a time long since past.
Reynard picked up the pace now that he had his goal in sight.
He stepped over the invisible boundry that was the once the outside wall of the city, and the shard began to vibrate gently in his pocket next to his heart. He stopped, removed it from his coat, then examined briefly. "It knows it's home." he said, matter of factly. Once he'd put it back in its place, he pushed his shoulders back, stood tall, and began once again to approach the castle.
His treck took him past buildings of all shapes and sizes, but most of the people here were human. At least... What was left of them. They looked more dead than alive. Faces pale, dirty and drawn, their life here was not easty. Up and up he went, closer and closer to the castle. The city rose as the mountain did beneath, following its natural curve until...
He came to an abrupt halt. He'd been day-dreaming and had come to the castle's outer wall without even realising.
The place was deserted and the walls emitted a strange energy... No... It was the crystal giving off the energy. He took it out again and now it was glowing and positively shaking... He went through an arch way into the castle grounds. Nothing stirred around him.
He took a few more steps forwards. He raised the crystal over his head and the sky tore above him.
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