Failed Role.

June 03, 2008 08:59AM
Role:

Possession of Life:
The sun faded and darkness took hold of Thera where the surface world
opened to give entrance to the Underdark. Three drow patrollers halted
mid-stride as a black mist thickened around them, turning the air to a
choking density. Behind them, laying in a pool of her own blood, there
victims stab riddled corpse stared up toward the sky with death glazed
eyes. The earth trembled, its intensity escalating by the second, until
a large crevice opened, blocking the patrollers from there escape. From
the opening a charred hand gripped the surface and a monsterous, winged
demon emerged from the Hells.

The stench of sulphur intensified as the charred beast raised its arms
and roared towards the heavens. Falling to there knees, the patrollers
futile gasps brought neither air nor mercy. Deep breaths filled lungs
with sulphurous fumes which also burned eyes and saturated flesh. With
an out-stretched hand the demon spoke with a grating rasp. 'Rise Child.
Cyradia beckons you.'

The area surrounding the fallen woman reverberated as a glowing circle
formed on the ground below her. As if awakened from a deep sleep, her
rigid form slowly rised to its feet. The muscles in her body released
and the rigidness faded away. Gliding a hand over her chest, she raised
it to her face and licked the blood from her fingers. Locked in horror,
the patrollers gazed up into the glazed eyes of death. She glared down
at her kneeling assailants. 'Destroy the Profane' she hissed. 'Burn their
Illusion.' The patrollers screamed as their bodies ignited and burst into
a flood of flames. Folding her hands, a smile crossed her face as she
watched flesh turn to ash.

Standing, unaffected by the air, she gazed up at the monsterous, winged
demon. Its charred form conducting electricity throughout its entire
body. Leathered wings out-stretched baring taloned appendages. At last,
her eyes of glazed death met the beasts. Her body began to sweat as she
drew the Hellfire within. 'Siilthzyra...' it grated. 'Cyradia beckons
you. She demands the blood of the Profane.'. As the last word was spoken,
the demon turned and submerged back into the Hells.


Rebirth and Understanding:
Rebirth:
Siilthzyra stood and watched as the demon crept slowly into the ground.
She trembled as the earth had just moments ago, yet fear did not exist
inside her. Her hands and chest throbbed. Blood poured from an opening
in her chest where a large stone had forcefully emerged from the flesh
between her bosom. Her palms split open to give way for two like-shaped
jewels, blood spilling over there immaculate surfaces. Unconsciousness
took her. And she dreamed...

The darkness still shrouded around her when she opened her eyes. Caked
blood crumbled and flaked off her body as she got to her feet. The mist
remained impenetrable yet her sight was unhindered. Brushing the dried
blood from her bare chest, she was neither startled by her nakedness,
nor the stone embedded between her bosom. Opening her hands, dark jewels
gleamed despite the absense of light. An inner energy radiated causing
all three stones to react as one. 'Conjuring Stones' she whispered with
a hiss. 'Siilthzyra' she whispered scornfully, attempting to recall
where she had heard that name before. Her death glazed eyes opened to
a state of awakeness. It was then that she remembered. Or rather it
occured to her that she couldn't remember. To her there was no past.
Only the coming future.


The Fog of Illusion:
Deep within the heart and soul of every living being exists the Will to
do what one desires. The yearning to indulge on every urge be they dark
and instinctual, or light in comparison. The Fog of Illusion, as it is
known to the pure and enlightened, shelters and protects the weak from
becoming one with themselves. They deny what their soul demands of them
and resort to hiding through means of Morality, Compassion and the many
forms of Empathy. The only truth that is known to these defilers of the
Church is that they must continue to hide. And to the Enlightened. They
must liberate this weakness from the masses lest it spread like plague
throughout all of Thera.
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Failed Role.

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