Suddenly you are right next to him. It shouldn't have taken such a short time to get to him, but now you are here.
The man you found isn't actually short. In fact, he probably was tall a long time ago. He has actually sunk into the ground up to his knees. His blonde hair and beard is long and windblown, and his limbs are thin. There is no fat on them, but the muscles stand out clearly. Near him, there is a sword that lies on the ground.
The man speaks in a cracked and unused voice, "I suggest that you don't try to move that sword."
"I tried to move that sword." He chuckles in a hoarse voice. When you look into his grey eyes you see stones worn down by time. Layer after layer of time has washed over them leaving them smooth and grey yet deep and vast.
It looks ancient but it still could cleave through a well crafted shield. The sword was forged by a fine hand and strange runes are written along its blade. It is easy to see why someone would try to move it. Leaving it out here in the middle of nowhere seems like a waste.
"I was galloping on my stallion." explains the sunken man, "I was young and powerful then. The wind blew through my beard as I flew through the valley and I felt like I could conquer the world. When I saw this sword I brought my horse to a stop and tried to lift it. But the sword did not budge. I tried harder, straining with all my might. I soon found that instead of picking the sword off the ground, I sunk into the ground. My feet were bound to the earth and I could not move. I broke my voice calling for help, but I was the only soul for miles around. Eventually my horse wandered off, and I have been alone ever since."
"A fool." he grasps your hand and roughly pulls himself out of the earth. As he does so you feel your feet sink into the ground. As soon as the man is freed he stumbles away quickly laughing a horrible laugh.
That's when you notice Dr. Seymund isn't in sight. You're alone.
The figure in the distance is too far to see clearly. Your voice seems to be quieter than you intended, the wind seemed to drown it out.
Suddenly you are right next to him. It shouldn't have taken such a short time to get to him, but now you are here.
The man you found isn't actually short. In fact, he probably was tall a long time ago. He has actually sunk into the ground up to his knees. His blonde hair and beard is long and windblown, and his limbs are thin. There is no fat on them, but the muscles stand out clearly. Near him, there is a sword that lies on the ground.
The man speaks in a cracked and unused voice, "I suggest that you don't try to move that sword."
"I tried to move that sword." He chuckles in a hoarse voice. When you look into his grey eyes you see stones worn down by time. Layer after layer of time has washed over them leaving them smooth and grey yet deep and vast.
It looks ancient but it still could cleave through a well crafted shield. The sword was forged by a fine hand and strange runes are written along its blade. It is easy to see why someone would try to move it. Leaving it out here in the middle of nowhere seems like a waste.
"I was galloping on my stallion." explains the sunken man, "I was young and powerful then. The wind blew through my beard as I flew through the valley and I felt like I could conquer the world. When I saw this sword I brought my horse to a stop and tried to lift it. But the sword did not budge. I tried harder, straining with all my might. I soon found that instead of picking the sword off the ground, I sunk into the ground. My feet were bound to the earth and I could not move. I broke my voice calling for help, but I was the only soul for miles around. Eventually my horse wandered off, and I have been alone ever since."
He looks at your hand, "You sure you want to risk sinking into the ground with me?"
"A fool." he grasps your hand and roughly pulls himself out of the earth. As he does so you feel your feet sink into the ground. As soon as the man is freed he stumbles away quickly laughing a horrible laugh.
That's when you notice Dr. Seymund isn't in sight. You're alone.
Your voice is washed away in the wind. The man suddenly leaps into the air. He transforms into a giant golden eagle and soars away.
*Don't worry, you won't be trapped here forever.*
A tall figure in a blue, sleeveless cloak and spiral mask approaches Aquila. It holds out its barnacle-covered arm for her to grab on to.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Nice*
"I'm sure. But are you?" Its grey hand drips with seawater.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thank you. Tha Abyss is actually the creator of the Nightmare, although he is not quite omnipotent here.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.