As his world disappears in a wall of fog, Gregory's mind clouds. Then, something piques his attention: the acrid smell of burning flesh. As the mist swirls, the fire in his hand begins to burn higher and brighter. It feels... good... until he hears the crying. Slowly, ever so slowly, the mist turns black, pluming like... like smoke...? No it IS smoke. Then what's...? A single cry becomes many.
Many becomes more.
Soon, suffering is heard from all around as Gregory notices everything around him -- bodies. Corpses burned to ash and bone, dying screams as his fire spreads from building to building. Wait, fire? His fire? He recognizes the guards. No. Nononono. This... this is the arena? But... innocents. Men. Women. Hells... children, no. He can hear them. So many of them. "Why?" They ask, "why?"
Lelantus hears korbina and realizing that it's an agonizing screen yells "C'mon thaux korbina is in trouble!" And runs in the direction of the screaming
You hear Mori calling. So far away. Mother, those tendrils, Mori... "YOu neED tO fINd TheM. YOu nEed To fiND tHEm NoW," says the voice. Her voice. Why was she speaking? Run, run now. Run. Run, find them. Run.
Gregory spins round and round "no no NO... I didn't mean... no please you have to understand. THEY made me do it... please no." His voice slowly Fades to a pitiful whisper as he slowly curls into a ball on the ground. A tiny child again whimpering for his father to stop.
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
Gregory spins round and round "no no NO... I didn't mean... no please you have to understand. THEY made me do it... please no." His voice slowly Fades to a pitiful whisper as he slowly curls into a ball on the ground. A tiny child again whimpering for his father to stop.
But his father doesn't stop. Nor his mother."Monster."they say."Devil. Wretch. Killer. Murderer." Then they, too, burn to ash. burn It sickens him, but the sound of a crackling blaze sounds... good. rage The flame in his hand flickers and caresses, silently comforting him; its warmth is like a loving swaddle to a newborn child. kill It tells you the world would look better as a blaze. fire That everything burns hot. roast It tells you to start small... and flickers to a worm in the mud...
"No. No. I can't. I'm not a monster. No matter what they say... its life is precious. I can't." Gregory fights the voice in his mind. "No... no!.. NOO!!" As he curls up into a tighter ball fire begins to blaze forth from him. "I would rather burn"
Casting create bonfire centered on myself.
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
"No. No. I can't. I'm not a monster. No matter what they say... its life is precious. I can't." Gregory fights the voice in his mind. "No... no!.. NOO!!" As he curls up into a tighter ball fire begins to blaze forth from him. "I would rather burn"
The pain of the fire, minor as it is, jolts him out of his personal Hell. He finds himself curled near the crackling heat, surrounded by receding fog. The flame's warm glow illuminates everything around him. There are no bodies, no smoke, no death. Only cold ground, sucking mud, gray moss and a white veil of mist, circling his tiny pocket of heat and light. Around him, obscured, he hears the voices of his compatriots, crying out in desperation or calling to the others in a bid to reunite.
[No problem. Also, sorry about this]
As his world disappears in a wall of fog, Gregory's mind clouds. Then, something piques his attention: the acrid smell of burning flesh. As the mist swirls, the fire in his hand begins to burn higher and brighter. It feels... good... until he hears the crying. Slowly, ever so slowly, the mist turns black, pluming like... like smoke...? No it IS smoke. Then what's...? A single cry becomes many.
Many becomes more.
Soon, suffering is heard from all around as Gregory notices everything around him -- bodies. Corpses burned to ash and bone, dying screams as his fire spreads from building to building. Wait, fire? His fire? He recognizes the guards. No. Nononono. This... this is the arena? But... innocents. Men. Women. Hells... children, no. He can hear them. So many of them. "Why?" They ask, "why?"
Can me and thaux hear korbina yelling at the top of her lungs?
[You can, though it sounds as if she's moving. Thaux, well, let's see what his wisdom save has to say. You're still unaffected.]
Lelantus hears korbina and realizing that it's an agonizing screen yells "C'mon thaux korbina is in trouble!" And runs in the direction of the screaming
(While still clutching thauxs hand so we don't lose each other)
You hear Mori calling. So far away. Mother, those tendrils, Mori... "YOu neED tO fINd TheM. YOu nEed To fiND tHEm NoW," says the voice. Her voice. Why was she speaking? Run, run now. Run. Run, find them. Run.
Gregory spins round and round "no no NO... I didn't mean... no please you have to understand. THEY made me do it... please no." His voice slowly Fades to a pitiful whisper as he slowly curls into a ball on the ground. A tiny child again whimpering for his father to stop.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
Did I hear Gregory yell as well?
But his father doesn't stop. Nor his mother. "Monster." they say. "Devil. Wretch. Killer. Murderer." Then they, too, burn to ash. burn It sickens him, but the sound of a crackling blaze sounds... good. rage The flame in his hand flickers and caresses, silently comforting him; its warmth is like a loving swaddle to a newborn child. kill It tells you the world would look better as a blaze. fire That everything burns hot. roast It tells you to start small... and flickers to a worm in the mud...
[He's not yelling.]
Ok I'll continue running toward korbina ( how far away does she sound?)
"No. No. I can't. I'm not a monster. No matter what they say... its life is precious. I can't." Gregory fights the voice in his mind. "No... no!.. NOO!!" As he curls up into a tighter ball fire begins to blaze forth from him. "I would rather burn"
Casting create bonfire centered on myself.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
[I'll answer that when I hear Thaux's saving roll. You're pulling him along, remember?]
Ah shit sorry
[Roll 1d4]
3
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
[No problem. This part's going to mess with people.
...which reminds me. Roll a wisdom save.]
9
[Damn, just as it was getting good]
The pain of the fire, minor as it is, jolts him out of his personal Hell. He finds himself curled near the crackling heat, surrounded by receding fog. The flame's warm glow illuminates everything around him. There are no bodies, no smoke, no death. Only cold ground, sucking mud, gray moss and a white veil of mist, circling his tiny pocket of heat and light. Around him, obscured, he hears the voices of his compatriots, crying out in desperation or calling to the others in a bid to reunite.
Korbiña wields her staff, striking blindly at the mists... "GET ... AWAY ... FROM ... ME!
"WHO ... ARE ... YOU!"
Every word she strikes at the mists... one time hitting a tree with a loud WHACK! but mostly just swishing around...
"GET ... OUT ... OF ... MY ... HEAD!"