Post by Nerull on Aug 6, 2006 20:35:35 GMT -5
For years he had wandered these halls, the ages passing him by as he was forced to watch it from within his prison. Not a prisoner held by chains or bars, but a prisoner the same within the walls of the Citadel. Even if he wanted to he could not leave the place of his own accord.
The shadowy form cloaked in the robes of a mage glided down the hall. The seemingly endless supply of rooms having been explored ages past. His concern now being to find a means of escaping his dull confinement.
During such times as these aimless wanderings, the monotonous process of drifting around the building, he would cast his mind out to attempt to brush the consciousnesses of persons outside of these walls. It was on one of these such attempts that he discovered one with some promise. The one had a hint of dark desire within it's soul, a thirst that could not be quenched by ordinary means. With his discovery of such a person, Nerull was rather excited about finally being able to leave. (It had of course become rather dull following the same routine again and again.) Over time, his whispered urging and guidance led the individual to find where Nerull had been confined.
The eerie quite that occurs just before the onset of a storm had fallen around the high walls of the citadel. The pale moonlight illuminating the ground created strange shadows off the craggy rocks on the dusty road leading up to the outer walls. It was the kind of night where you couldn't trust your eyes to judge the distances in the dim illumination. Sizes of shadows hid many things and if one tried to walk without already knowing the area, he would become hopelessly lost amid the seemingly ever changing landscape.
As the drifting clouds covered up the moon, the shadows swallowed the land into darkness. The distant rumbling of thunder hinted at the foul weather on it's way. Looking toward the sky from a balcony high in the citadel, Nerull spoke to himself, "And so it begins..."
The shadowy form cloaked in the robes of a mage glided down the hall. The seemingly endless supply of rooms having been explored ages past. His concern now being to find a means of escaping his dull confinement.
During such times as these aimless wanderings, the monotonous process of drifting around the building, he would cast his mind out to attempt to brush the consciousnesses of persons outside of these walls. It was on one of these such attempts that he discovered one with some promise. The one had a hint of dark desire within it's soul, a thirst that could not be quenched by ordinary means. With his discovery of such a person, Nerull was rather excited about finally being able to leave. (It had of course become rather dull following the same routine again and again.) Over time, his whispered urging and guidance led the individual to find where Nerull had been confined.
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The eerie quite that occurs just before the onset of a storm had fallen around the high walls of the citadel. The pale moonlight illuminating the ground created strange shadows off the craggy rocks on the dusty road leading up to the outer walls. It was the kind of night where you couldn't trust your eyes to judge the distances in the dim illumination. Sizes of shadows hid many things and if one tried to walk without already knowing the area, he would become hopelessly lost amid the seemingly ever changing landscape.
As the drifting clouds covered up the moon, the shadows swallowed the land into darkness. The distant rumbling of thunder hinted at the foul weather on it's way. Looking toward the sky from a balcony high in the citadel, Nerull spoke to himself, "And so it begins..."
