Zelda Themelin
First Post
PP aka Story hour...
Ergoth-Nog had thought, that finally, even while some disturbing things Katha had told him were haunting his thoughts, that
matter with The Taraakians had turned for good, it took turn on the worse. He so wished he misundertood these powerful alien's
intentions, but such easy way out was nowhere in sight.
There was reason, why these united very different people who trusted Ergoth-Nog to lead them, had mostly liked his decision to wage not war on anyone, but against true plague to nature, representers of disease and oblivion. Nothing made him more sad, than to see these creatures of good purpose misundertood them all so horrible. And so they all started to walk the Dark Path that day, even those who did not choose to do that personally. Everyone was dragged along.
And it was not path leading to Realms of Terror, but realms of cold oblivion. But wait... but would be later, unless... Well, one can always hope.
Ergoth-Nog had been a young man, but he felt very very old today. Elvor's heritage he had failed to uphold. Alliance crumbling.
forces of corruption and decay ever-returning and getting stronger. Forces of light following more the ways of Law, than Good. Tyrants and true believers of freedom singing the same song, for so different reasons. Everything Ergoth-Nog believed felt so twisted it sickened him. He was too tired to actually fall asleep. Weird mood is that. Few things managed to uphold his good mood, gave him reasons to endure it all.
Katha walked into his tent, passed a litte strange smile at Ergoth-Nog, while silently mumbling
"Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock...."
Without saying anything else Katha left.
Wearan, one of Ergoth-Nog's trusted warriors entered soon after...
"Prince, our mages are ready to cast the spells of war... do I give them a signal?"
"Yes, do that. However..."
"Yes?"
"Never mind."
Wearan gave certain look of concern for Ergoth-Nog while leaving to pass the message.
Being more tired than he thought he was Ergoth-Nog fell into slumber later on. He didn't know how long he had slept, than some unpleasant feeling half-awaked him. Something was not right...
Ergoth-Nog had thought, that finally, even while some disturbing things Katha had told him were haunting his thoughts, that
matter with The Taraakians had turned for good, it took turn on the worse. He so wished he misundertood these powerful alien's
intentions, but such easy way out was nowhere in sight.
There was reason, why these united very different people who trusted Ergoth-Nog to lead them, had mostly liked his decision to wage not war on anyone, but against true plague to nature, representers of disease and oblivion. Nothing made him more sad, than to see these creatures of good purpose misundertood them all so horrible. And so they all started to walk the Dark Path that day, even those who did not choose to do that personally. Everyone was dragged along.
And it was not path leading to Realms of Terror, but realms of cold oblivion. But wait... but would be later, unless... Well, one can always hope.
Ergoth-Nog had been a young man, but he felt very very old today. Elvor's heritage he had failed to uphold. Alliance crumbling.
forces of corruption and decay ever-returning and getting stronger. Forces of light following more the ways of Law, than Good. Tyrants and true believers of freedom singing the same song, for so different reasons. Everything Ergoth-Nog believed felt so twisted it sickened him. He was too tired to actually fall asleep. Weird mood is that. Few things managed to uphold his good mood, gave him reasons to endure it all.
Katha walked into his tent, passed a litte strange smile at Ergoth-Nog, while silently mumbling
"Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock...."
Without saying anything else Katha left.
Wearan, one of Ergoth-Nog's trusted warriors entered soon after...
"Prince, our mages are ready to cast the spells of war... do I give them a signal?"
"Yes, do that. However..."
"Yes?"
"Never mind."
Wearan gave certain look of concern for Ergoth-Nog while leaving to pass the message.
Being more tired than he thought he was Ergoth-Nog fell into slumber later on. He didn't know how long he had slept, than some unpleasant feeling half-awaked him. Something was not right...