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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4226689" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>The Madman - Prologue</strong></p><p></p><p>Faces looked up, pooled and expectant. Sebastian sat with the others, the violin pinched between chin and shoulder as he’d seen others do, his left hand on the strings. The music started up and the orchestra crashed into its brief life. </p><p></p><p>Sebastian sensed that something was horribly wrong. The audience was applauding and calling out in the wrong places. The other musicians seemed to be competing with each other, sounding their instruments randomly.</p><p></p><p>The conductor pointed at him. Sebastian glanced down at his music and there was the Yellow Sign—it writhed and squirmed and seemed ready to reach out at him. He had to assuage it. Hastily, he started to play to its rhythm, building the sound note by note.</p><p></p><p>Sebastian was exultant. Working furiously, he crouched forward, balanced on the edge of his chair. He glimpsed the other members of the orchestra around him. They were no longer human.</p><p></p><p>Creatures—still black—thin and strong, with wings and long heads, rows of long teeth. Sebastian’s fingers touched his palms; his instrument was gone. </p><p></p><p>He was sitting on the edge of a round hole—he couldn’t see the bottom—and there were things falling down into it. One by one the creatures, his neighbors, dove in—they spread their wings out, and glided down. </p><p></p><p>The conductor had changed. It was Talbot Estus, wearing tattered white robes that drifted in a wind that wasn’t there. He turned and pointed to Sebastian. Without a thought, he jumped.</p><p></p><p>Down, down. He counted the seconds he had left. And in a brief, insane moment, it was the only act that ever mattered in his life.</p><p></p><p>Sebatian woke up, drenched in sweat. Egil was standing his doorway.</p><p></p><p>“Are you all…” Egil began, but then stopped. His eyes were wide. “I…I heard a scream.” Egil looked away.</p><p></p><p>Sebastian took a few deep breaths and looked around. He was in the Temple of Althares. He had sought solace there to gather his thoughts and meditate, like he once did in Solanos Mor. Sebastian’s infernal heritage always haunted him, sometimes filling him with such murderous rage that it terrified even him. </p><p></p><p>But this was different. Egil refused to look at him. Sebastian had hoped that he could cleanse himself of the taint of murder, of the insanity that was The King in Yellow. </p><p></p><p>Something rustled at his back. And at that moment Sebastian realized how wrong he was.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4226689, member: 3285"] [b]The Madman - Prologue[/b] Faces looked up, pooled and expectant. Sebastian sat with the others, the violin pinched between chin and shoulder as he’d seen others do, his left hand on the strings. The music started up and the orchestra crashed into its brief life. Sebastian sensed that something was horribly wrong. The audience was applauding and calling out in the wrong places. The other musicians seemed to be competing with each other, sounding their instruments randomly. The conductor pointed at him. Sebastian glanced down at his music and there was the Yellow Sign—it writhed and squirmed and seemed ready to reach out at him. He had to assuage it. Hastily, he started to play to its rhythm, building the sound note by note. Sebastian was exultant. Working furiously, he crouched forward, balanced on the edge of his chair. He glimpsed the other members of the orchestra around him. They were no longer human. Creatures—still black—thin and strong, with wings and long heads, rows of long teeth. Sebastian’s fingers touched his palms; his instrument was gone. He was sitting on the edge of a round hole—he couldn’t see the bottom—and there were things falling down into it. One by one the creatures, his neighbors, dove in—they spread their wings out, and glided down. The conductor had changed. It was Talbot Estus, wearing tattered white robes that drifted in a wind that wasn’t there. He turned and pointed to Sebastian. Without a thought, he jumped. Down, down. He counted the seconds he had left. And in a brief, insane moment, it was the only act that ever mattered in his life. Sebatian woke up, drenched in sweat. Egil was standing his doorway. “Are you all…” Egil began, but then stopped. His eyes were wide. “I…I heard a scream.” Egil looked away. Sebastian took a few deep breaths and looked around. He was in the Temple of Althares. He had sought solace there to gather his thoughts and meditate, like he once did in Solanos Mor. Sebastian’s infernal heritage always haunted him, sometimes filling him with such murderous rage that it terrified even him. But this was different. Egil refused to look at him. Sebastian had hoped that he could cleanse himself of the taint of murder, of the insanity that was The King in Yellow. Something rustled at his back. And at that moment Sebastian realized how wrong he was. [/QUOTE]
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