Nebula Gravis
05-02-2012, 01:23 AM
~ In the frozen fields of Albushiems, there lies a once great wall, made from stone, obsidian, sand and skulls..
Back in its day, it was said to have stood a hundred feet tall, casting a twilight shadow in the moonlight that stretched across the land, blanketing the abandoned ruins in a melancholy light that was neither bright nor warm.
Its outer side was said to be covered with statues of obsidian, depicting thousands of men, women and children in silent, penitent reverie.
The anguish, carved into every individual face of the statues was of transcendent craftsmanship.
The eyes of sapphire, so finely polished that they shone with tearfulness in the broken moonlight.
The statues laid upon each other in their hundreds. Those at the bottom being crushed under the weight of those at the top, all reaching up towards a monstrous face, crafted from obsidian darker than that of the other statues.
The face stood as tall as five of the smaller statues, and looked as if it had been cleaved from stone with very little care.
Its edges were angular, with spikes of obsidian jutting out from its forehead.
Its evil, blood-curdling grin, with jagged teeth of ruby...
Its sharp, penetrating gaze, with eyes of blood-red garnet...
A face that could only be described as a devil.
In the moonlight, the horrific, gargantuan face could be seen from as far as Florenspira.
Its eyes watching everything; its malicious grin never changing.
None are alive who remember the day it fell, nor the very reason that it existed...
All that remains is a pathetic stretch of rubble reaching from one side of the continent to the other.
This great wall was known as Belialgerüngen. ~
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Back in its day, it was said to have stood a hundred feet tall, casting a twilight shadow in the moonlight that stretched across the land, blanketing the abandoned ruins in a melancholy light that was neither bright nor warm.
Its outer side was said to be covered with statues of obsidian, depicting thousands of men, women and children in silent, penitent reverie.
The anguish, carved into every individual face of the statues was of transcendent craftsmanship.
The eyes of sapphire, so finely polished that they shone with tearfulness in the broken moonlight.
The statues laid upon each other in their hundreds. Those at the bottom being crushed under the weight of those at the top, all reaching up towards a monstrous face, crafted from obsidian darker than that of the other statues.
The face stood as tall as five of the smaller statues, and looked as if it had been cleaved from stone with very little care.
Its edges were angular, with spikes of obsidian jutting out from its forehead.
Its evil, blood-curdling grin, with jagged teeth of ruby...
Its sharp, penetrating gaze, with eyes of blood-red garnet...
A face that could only be described as a devil.
In the moonlight, the horrific, gargantuan face could be seen from as far as Florenspira.
Its eyes watching everything; its malicious grin never changing.
None are alive who remember the day it fell, nor the very reason that it existed...
All that remains is a pathetic stretch of rubble reaching from one side of the continent to the other.
This great wall was known as Belialgerüngen. ~
Zackwell is awoken by the sound of hooves on a cobbled road.
His eyes flicker open as he stretches.
It seems that someone was kind enough to lean him up against a crumbling wall.
And if there was a wall, then he was not where he was when he fell asleep.
He yawns before wondering to himself, “Where am I?”
And so, he continues with his strolling, in the direction he thought north.
He takes a deep breath of the stagnant Nigerautumnus air, before once again contemplating his location.
“I guess I need to find out how to get to Itzal from here…”
He wipes the sleep from his eyes and surveys the land around him, sharpening his focus to the level of a hawk.
“What on earth is that…?”
He sees a great tower in the distance, cutting right through the dark clouds in the sky.
“I don’t recall that ever being there…”
Puzzled, Zackwell decides that he would head towards the great tower, in the hopes that it would find him closer to Itzal.
[OOC: Got tired. I'll post more next time.]