gargoyleking
Adventurer
The card expanded in his vision, growing until it filled his vision, the Star itself twinkled and shined, coming to life. And then he was rushing towards the image, traces of light flying past him as he advanced. Slowly the star grew, a pinprick of light solidifying into a circle. Eventually it became impossibly bright, but he couldn't look away. Finally he came to a stop before a giant ball of fire. It was blinding and the heat was so intense as to burn him to ash. It took him a moment to notice the smaller sphere cast in shadow between him and this sun it was tiny in comparison.
In an instant he was flying towards it. Now this dot was growing within the circumference of the also expanding sun. He was approaching this new sphere obliquely, he could tell, and as he rounded it, he started to see a sliver of colors on the side facing the inferno. Blue, green and white expanded in his vision. Another object slid sideways out from behind this, and he recognized the face of Selûne.
Now he was falling down towards Abeir-Toril, for he knew now where he was. He could make out the true image that so many maps he had studied now portrayed to him. He could even pinpoint inconsistencies that so my of those maps contained. In fact, he now knew why they were inconsistent. Even as this thought flitted through his mind though, he was flying ever lower. He could make out Waterdeep now, and in the ocean not too far away were a pair of ships. Now these ships expanded until he could see the people standing upon the deck, staring at a cleric with a card in his hands. He rushed down, falling into himself.
The card disintegrated into ash which flew in a thin tendril back to the deck and reassembled itself on top of the deck even as Ametiel reached out his hand.
"It all makes so much sense now..."
Galahad still stood there, staring at his now empty hand.
In an instant he was flying towards it. Now this dot was growing within the circumference of the also expanding sun. He was approaching this new sphere obliquely, he could tell, and as he rounded it, he started to see a sliver of colors on the side facing the inferno. Blue, green and white expanded in his vision. Another object slid sideways out from behind this, and he recognized the face of Selûne.
Now he was falling down towards Abeir-Toril, for he knew now where he was. He could make out the true image that so many maps he had studied now portrayed to him. He could even pinpoint inconsistencies that so my of those maps contained. In fact, he now knew why they were inconsistent. Even as this thought flitted through his mind though, he was flying ever lower. He could make out Waterdeep now, and in the ocean not too far away were a pair of ships. Now these ships expanded until he could see the people standing upon the deck, staring at a cleric with a card in his hands. He rushed down, falling into himself.
The card disintegrated into ash which flew in a thin tendril back to the deck and reassembled itself on top of the deck even as Ametiel reached out his hand.
"It all makes so much sense now..."
Galahad still stood there, staring at his now empty hand.
