Velmont
First Post
You first awaken months ago. You felt your body was too weak to get out of that dark place, or that cage. But somehow, it felt warm and confortable. And there was that voice, a voice that whispers words to you. Conforting sounds, sounds of wisdom, sounds of knowledge. At first, they meant nothing, but with time, they build together to create words, ideas, images. Times passes and you feel strength building into you, slowly, both in your body and in your mind. You discover some words mean more than what the sound can tell, more than the idea they carry, they are also a focus for some energy.
And then the warmth became suddenly cold, the conforting sounds became hard, wild. Mix to it, some words. Words from another voice, many voices. Some mean nothing to you, but some have senses. Death, fight, blood... And then a cry that pirce your body as... nothing in your short life can be compare to it. Despair, hatred, sadness all mixed into one last shout. And then a silence.
You feel your body strong enough to try to break the cage that hold you. You fear for that voice that has tell you so much things. You start to move but it is too much tight. You try to expend your wings but it do nothing. Your claws try to pierce the shell without success. You then blow some liquid. You feel the shell is weakening. You start to pierce through your prison. A faint light enter the egg. You widen teh hole with your claw and you finally take your first breath. You feels air entering your lungs.
You put your feat on a a soft and cold ground, cover with moss. You see in front of you a small pound of water. You've heard the voice whispering to you there was a way out for you. You see three eggs in that nest. One is teh one you just came out of it, and the other two eggs are still intact. You then hear a shout in an unkown language. You turn your head and you see a large black reptile laying immobile in the middle of the large room. Many arrows fill her body. Your mother is dead. Around her, many humanoids, most likely humans and elves, lay dead, burned by acid, cut in half. A carnage. But two remains standing. A human in a blue robe and an elf wearing a grean and brown outfit with a red bright mark on his chest. The one who just spoke was the elf and he is poiting what you guess is a bow in your direction.
He shots his arrow at you and a bit confused, you don't react at all, but you understand the arrow will hurt you... but it it blown by five magical balls.
"Alive! The archmagus want the eggs."
The elf replies something you can't understand, but he doesn't seem to accept the blue robed man order.
And then the warmth became suddenly cold, the conforting sounds became hard, wild. Mix to it, some words. Words from another voice, many voices. Some mean nothing to you, but some have senses. Death, fight, blood... And then a cry that pirce your body as... nothing in your short life can be compare to it. Despair, hatred, sadness all mixed into one last shout. And then a silence.
You feel your body strong enough to try to break the cage that hold you. You fear for that voice that has tell you so much things. You start to move but it is too much tight. You try to expend your wings but it do nothing. Your claws try to pierce the shell without success. You then blow some liquid. You feel the shell is weakening. You start to pierce through your prison. A faint light enter the egg. You widen teh hole with your claw and you finally take your first breath. You feels air entering your lungs.
You put your feat on a a soft and cold ground, cover with moss. You see in front of you a small pound of water. You've heard the voice whispering to you there was a way out for you. You see three eggs in that nest. One is teh one you just came out of it, and the other two eggs are still intact. You then hear a shout in an unkown language. You turn your head and you see a large black reptile laying immobile in the middle of the large room. Many arrows fill her body. Your mother is dead. Around her, many humanoids, most likely humans and elves, lay dead, burned by acid, cut in half. A carnage. But two remains standing. A human in a blue robe and an elf wearing a grean and brown outfit with a red bright mark on his chest. The one who just spoke was the elf and he is poiting what you guess is a bow in your direction.
He shots his arrow at you and a bit confused, you don't react at all, but you understand the arrow will hurt you... but it it blown by five magical balls.
"Alive! The archmagus want the eggs."
The elf replies something you can't understand, but he doesn't seem to accept the blue robed man order.
