Description
This lithe graceful figure that you gaze upon must be nearly five and a half
feet tall, though the way it stands you can not truly be certain. It is not a
truly hunched manner but its body seems to almost contort as it moves so that
its height is almost always changing. It covers its form in dark flowing
cloth of obviously exceptional cut and stitch. The cloth almost shines
although the light seems to merely just dance past it instead of reflect off
of it, belaying a sense of shifting shadows. As it lightly shifts its stance,
the movement causes its black robes to reveal more of her obviously feminine
form. Her violet eyes shine with fierce pride that almost seems to be twisted
with some form of sickness. Healthy lips twist to reveal perfectly white
teeth as a wicked half smile splays across her lips, lips that dance below a
perfect nose in the middle of her ebony face. Her small chin gives way to a
thin, rather small yet defined jaw line. White hair falling below her
shoulders is cut with obviously obsessive care in perfect angles. As she
continues to move the attractive curves of her athletic body show from
between the folds in her robes and you see that she covers her beautiful body
with...
Role
The darkness within, truths.
Added Mon Dec 4 20:40:25 2006 at level 51:
There is no hope for me, as I swirl slowly downward into the abyss. My eyes
gaze back along the path that brought me here and there is no regret,
dilegently I search what transpired before, and what transpires now for
anything that may catch at what must be. I see nothing, the constelations
align and the omens shine as I turn back to watch my slow progression into
the gaping eternity that is the future.
There are only three to me now, there is her.. or I. There is all others,
them.. it they, they are nothing but tools, tools that are below her.. And
there is the dark one of prestine perfection. Deathfully dazzling in her
penetrating blackness, the brilliant darkness that invades the very essence
of one whom wanders too near to her interests. There are these three only to
her now, and she enjoys this for it simplifies the intricacies her plans have
lead her through so that there is only the dark one to please and all others
to use. Though she believes this simplifies all things and allows her to
focus her thoughts much more clearly, she has noticed those around her
reacting differently to her change in mannerisms. Does one know when one
becomes mad, will she know if she looses her sanity.. did she know when she
lost it? And does it matter? None of this matters but her strive for power
through the use of others and that this game delights the fancies of....
the dark one herself.
Watchers
Added Wed Nov 1 21:49:06 2006 at level 33:
An enormous carved jewel seems to be opening before a small beautiful
shadowed priestess and just the vision shows her beginning to step towards
the sparkling thing a dark shadow dances across leaving darkness in its wake.
The shadows shadow slowly cloaks everything and a sinking cold pushes you
away into a different sort of darkness.
you are well master of masters?
YES LEARNED ONE, THOUGH THE SHOCK WAS SEVERE.
IT SEEMS
yes master of masters, you have had a vision of the prophicied one once more?
YES, LEARNED ONE. SHE HAS PLEASED THE NIGHTBORN. WE MUST NOT INVOKE THE
WRATH OF SUCH A STRONG ENTITY.
ANOTHER THING TO NOTE. SHE SEEMS TO HAVE BEGUN SEEKING INFORMATION ON THE
PEXNTA.
shall I inform them, master of masters?
I HAVE PONDERED THIS, BUT NO. LET US SEE WHAT THE PROPHICIED ONE SEEKS FROM
THEM AND THEN WE SHALL USE IT AS WE SEE FIT.
manipulative my master, ever do you work ahead of those that think they use
others.
LET THEM ALL DO AS THEY WISH, THINKING THEY CONTROL EVERYTHING. SOON ENOUGH
WE SHALL TAKE OR GIVE TO MAKE THIS SITUATION FAVORABLE FOR THE PROPHECY.
Darkness
Added Tue Oct 31 16:38:34 2006 at level 32:
Did I get that right, Eyejab?
the mass of moss. Gazing through
the shattered doorway a dark scene unfolds before you. Standing behind a
kneeling covered form of darkness is a feathered creature with an
intimidating wingspan. Wings stretch across the expanse of what must be a
mausoleum as he shadowed figure upon the floor turns to gaze back in tightly
controlled caution. Just as complete realization of what transpires sifts
through your conscious the winged creatures beak opens. A pitched wail of
dark power pushes against your senses as shadows stream forth into the once
still air. The tendrils whip wildly in the sound made maelstrom as if
searching for something with which to bring, what can only immediate death
be, upon. As if it never was the wail disappears from your senses and then
fades from your memory. And as you watch with a rising sense of witnessing
something supernatural, the thickest tendrils tenderly touch the shadowed
form sitting before the bird. An agonizing scream is ripped forth from the
body of the form as the tendrils seem to dig into its body, the other smaller
tendrils almost seem caught within a frenzy and search more frantically as if
smelling blood. Mere moments pass before all of the tendrils have found an
area with which to dig into the shadowed forms body and before you very eyes
the last one finally wiggles violently under the skin and is gone. As the
vision is pulled away from your sight to slowly sink into the distance you
see the shadowed form sag for a moment and then straighten as though
enlivened by some unknown strength. The vision quickly speeds away from you
to shrink into a solitary speck in the ever growing blackness around you.
Blessings.
Added Sat Oct 21 14:41:56 2006 at level 11:
Shadows slide apart in a near fashion to the fabric of a curtain being curled
back from the center. Dancing ice flames reflect upon the polished frozen
surfaces of this place before you, giving it an almost ethereal sense.
Movement in the distance draws your attention, and as you peer through winds
that must stem from the depths of a glacier you see who had drawn you so. A
being of such cold malicious beauty slides with such violently seductive
nature towards a shrouded figure that stands entranced within her own terror,
almost reminiscent of a mouse caught in the hungry gaze of the hunting cat.
As you watch, transfixed, the being nears its prey and suddenly closes the
gap revealing gleaming fangs as she latches onto the shrouded ones neck,
ripping through cloth with almost lethargic ease that belays a vicious
nature. Caught without any possible escape the shrouded figure merely opens
her mouth to let forth a silent scream as a sense of something tangible is
taken from her, and yet something is lovingly given in return. The feeding
almost seems to draw on, but before it is realized the cold being draws back
from a now weakened yet resolved envoy. And as the frozen winds playfully
caress, you are pulled backwards and the very fabric of the shadow plane is
snapped shut before you.
Small steps.
Added Fri Oct 20 00:11:07 2006 at level 1:
The painful dancing globe of fire had risen and fallen so many countless
times since she had awoken within the howling black forest near that city of
fire and sand. Prayers of power faded after a few short cycles of the flying
fire and she had need to learn how to hide herself when it rode the sky
without the blessings of the abandoning spider queen. Surviving in this world
was entirely different then her home, here one lived with brute strength and
simple calculations of power where there one lived through making the others
believe one was not nearly as efficient as one truly was.. one survived
through subterfuge in the subterranean underworld where here subterfuge was
lost on most for the crude use of power. The dancing fire globe had only
risen and fallen once though since she had stumbled upon this city of dark
gems where she felt more than capable enough to survive till she could
further learn the ways to flourish. She must entice a surface power to grant
her a channel of prayer, such is the first step to survival among these
hordes.
Intrigue.
Added Fri Oct 20 00:09:28 2006 at level 1:
Subject to everlasting tutorage and brutally violent teachings concerning
weaponry and the prayers of the godly, the first eighty years of her young
life seemed like an eternity. The struggles to survive multiplied by the fact
that her very birth heralded the disappearance of her own house made matters
even more difficult. Various enemies feigned friendship in intricate plots to
undermine her and push her from the temple, none of those would be peers
enjoyed a houseless head of class to be held over them by their teachers so
very cruelly. Countless foiled attempts to have her framed and sadly enough
even crudely murdered she herself uncovered, to think that one would lower
themselves to physically attempt such an act personally was preposterous.
Years seemed now like mere days when remembering back upon them as she sat
waiting in the depths of the cave to grant the blessings of Lloth upon this
raiding party that gleefully went about laying waste to their so called
cousins. She was bitter and let it show to her teachers that waited with
her to judge the success of the traditional war party. Turning she looked out
of the cave and then turned her head back to look at the smallest crack from
which the party had slipped out of the deepest tunnels to bring silent death
upon the frolicking fools. This was entirely below her, to keep her here as
the other less skilled priestess were allowed to enact revenge against those
demons, entirely below her. Blinding pain spread dancingly across her lower
back as she stumbled to the side with the very force of the strike. Turning
her head as she tripped she saw her teachers maliciously wicked grin turn to
one of questioning surprise as she fell back. Expecting to fall against the
corner of this cave, and for her assaulter to stalk closer and finish what he
had started, suddenly became an after thought as the very blackness reached
forward to surround her in a cold loving caress. Her last thoughts were that
she had found a fate worse then the death her once teacher brought, a fate
worse than mere mortal death, and then the black tendrils encircled her
tightly enough to crush the last breath from her body as they drew her into
nothingness.
Shadows visions.
Added Fri Oct 20 00:07:58 2006 at level 1:
Deep blackness permeates eternity, a deep blackness with the smallest
struggling flecks of dancing white light, as you float helplessly here. No
purpose, no sense of direction, no moveme.. wait, there is a sense of
something, you move foreword slowly and it only appears so for the struggling
pinpoints moving closer. And then out of the deepest darkness materializes an
enormous sphere that resembles the silent darkness so very fittingly. It
leaps closer faster than you would have imagined and suddenly you can make
out the tinge of blue oceans and the solid lay of so much land. The land is
covered in tiny clusters of dancing lights that are rather evenly spaced out
as though they were placed there. And as this ground leaps closer, no.. as
you sink deeper, the lights coalesce themselves into the obvious outlays of
habitations in the form of cities and towns. Suddenly you dip towards one of
these habitations at unfathomable speeds, and just as the half considered
splat of one tiny force striking one gigantic force at vicious speeds would
be almost expected. Just when death casually would peer into your soul and
gather it in his rotting hands with feigned cordial benevolence, just then
you slide through the mass that would have been your fate. A swirl of dirt
and rocks slide past you at first with surprising speed that slows gently
until you barely crawl from the jagged mouth of a gaping cave. Drifting in
slight rotation you glide forward and then further down onto the top of a
subterranean city of enticing yet menacing beauty. A full twisting turn as
you sink conveys your destination as the centered jutting sculpted once
stalagmite that is generously adorned with ornamental stone spiders. Falling
in a trajectory that must impale you upon the soaring spike of the temple you
sink through even that as you continue undauntedly further into the very
heart of this dark inner world. Sifting through the stone as easily as
swimming you sink into the heart of the temple, an enormous chamber of
worship reveals itself. The altar surrounded by arachnids swarms with dark
lithe humanoid creatures that chatter excitedly amongst themselves as the
target of the attention screams in rage and pain, squirming its lumpy bulbous
body upon the very altar itself. You drift to within a hairsbreadth of the
largest chattering ebony creature and gently stop, here is where the vision
has taken you and you make note. A final scream brings a gurgling tiny cry
and the exited chattering of these creatures, strange that some like these
would think they use us for their own ends. The lumpy one gives a weak rasp
and is silent, its eyes staring into you, looking past the now quieting
creatures. A tiny cry for attention is the only sound as the one you before
you turns following the death gaze. A tiny cry is the only harbinger to
fearful cries for what must be mercy stream from this creature as it senses
you and suddenly the creatures are bustling about the chamber and grabbing
the small new born as others pray for wardings. You are pushed away painfully
so very quickly that the vision is broken with a springing snap to your
psyche, but it does not matter, what you came to witness was witnessed. The
prophesied creature was given life.