Andrew D. Gable
First Post
The light of the sky shining over the dead
Shall gutter and fail, turning all to red.
:: The Hexad of Hyskosa, Canto IV
The strange, oddly solid-looking mist dissipates. You look around, and as your eyes grow accustomed to the darkness of the shadows cast by the full moon, you find yourself in fenlands unchanged from where you were just moments before. You see the shining expanse of a sluggishly-flowing river before you, just before wisps of cloud drift over the moon, blotting out the feeble light that shone through. You are now in total darkness.
Sounds of swamp creatures meet your ears. You hear the croakings of bullfrogs, the low grunts of alligators, the short barks of marshland dogs, the cries of less familiar creatures. And above all, you are alone. You pull your cloak around yourself tighter and trudge through the fens towards what you hope is civilization.
Splash. Are you alone?
Splash. The undeniable sound of footsteps.
Splash. Closer and closer.
A number of other vaguely-seen figures emerge from behind trees. They all gather. Fellow travellers.
So you are not alone.
Shall gutter and fail, turning all to red.
:: The Hexad of Hyskosa, Canto IV
The strange, oddly solid-looking mist dissipates. You look around, and as your eyes grow accustomed to the darkness of the shadows cast by the full moon, you find yourself in fenlands unchanged from where you were just moments before. You see the shining expanse of a sluggishly-flowing river before you, just before wisps of cloud drift over the moon, blotting out the feeble light that shone through. You are now in total darkness.
Sounds of swamp creatures meet your ears. You hear the croakings of bullfrogs, the low grunts of alligators, the short barks of marshland dogs, the cries of less familiar creatures. And above all, you are alone. You pull your cloak around yourself tighter and trudge through the fens towards what you hope is civilization.
Splash. Are you alone?
Splash. The undeniable sound of footsteps.
Splash. Closer and closer.
A number of other vaguely-seen figures emerge from behind trees. They all gather. Fellow travellers.
So you are not alone.
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