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In-Game Roleplay Events / Re: Void of the Mind
« on: December 10, 2017, 11:50:22 pm »
Amongst the Rubble
The tiny purple flame seethed with anger as it hovered in the dark void riddled with rubble and destruction. Its entire existence it had been caged, reviled, and scorned, but now it could add attacked to the growing list. The flame danced to the side to evade passing debris, a large section of wall with a crumbled doorframe imbedded therein. These vulgar and deplorable creatures’ potential for destruction was truly awe-inspiring. Even beneath the festering hatred the flame could appreciate the chaos that came so naturally to them.
These animals were so predisposed to devastation and ruin it was enough to wonder if that was their natural condition. Where it had expected its greatest allies, it had found the source of the destruction abound. The flame had only desired to help the Thief and the Girl and had expected help from the one they called healer. Everything was unraveling for quickly.
This the flame could not accept. This could not be their natural state. This must have been learned. The only difference between the flame and them was their environment. It had seen the beauty of the void. The singularity of conformity. Their world was full of such diversity and from it they had learned cruelty beyond measure. In a world full of entropy, the only recourse was to lash out in anger.
No, not anger, but fear. They were afraid of change. Change brought more entropy into their world and that was why they resisted it so. They wanted to be saved from their environment and torture of existence. They just were so conditioned by their surroundings they could not recognize it. The flame couldn’t blame them for their unfortunate upbringing. The flame mustn’t fight them for the treachery their environment had bestowed them. They were children fumbling in blinding light. Only the flame had seen the darkness. It fell to it to show them a better way.
Again, the flame regarded the shattered marble and fragmented wood and plaster. It had no love lost for this place. Even found some solace in the obliteration of the endless series of hallways and rooms, one of which had served as its prison.
No, it was what the disintegration meant that had given her pause; saving them was going to be more difficult than the flame had originally surmised. It was a colossal task before her to realize the darkness here, but now if it were to succeed, it would have to save them from themselves as well. Allies would prove far and few between in its crusade and failure was not an option. The flame would rebuild this place to learn of those in need of salvation. If the doctors and heroes couldn’t be counted on, then maybe those whom it first saved, the Thief and Girl, would hold insights for the quest.
The tiny purple flame seethed with anger as it hovered in the dark void riddled with rubble and destruction. Its entire existence it had been caged, reviled, and scorned, but now it could add attacked to the growing list. The flame danced to the side to evade passing debris, a large section of wall with a crumbled doorframe imbedded therein. These vulgar and deplorable creatures’ potential for destruction was truly awe-inspiring. Even beneath the festering hatred the flame could appreciate the chaos that came so naturally to them.
These animals were so predisposed to devastation and ruin it was enough to wonder if that was their natural condition. Where it had expected its greatest allies, it had found the source of the destruction abound. The flame had only desired to help the Thief and the Girl and had expected help from the one they called healer. Everything was unraveling for quickly.
This the flame could not accept. This could not be their natural state. This must have been learned. The only difference between the flame and them was their environment. It had seen the beauty of the void. The singularity of conformity. Their world was full of such diversity and from it they had learned cruelty beyond measure. In a world full of entropy, the only recourse was to lash out in anger.
No, not anger, but fear. They were afraid of change. Change brought more entropy into their world and that was why they resisted it so. They wanted to be saved from their environment and torture of existence. They just were so conditioned by their surroundings they could not recognize it. The flame couldn’t blame them for their unfortunate upbringing. The flame mustn’t fight them for the treachery their environment had bestowed them. They were children fumbling in blinding light. Only the flame had seen the darkness. It fell to it to show them a better way.
Again, the flame regarded the shattered marble and fragmented wood and plaster. It had no love lost for this place. Even found some solace in the obliteration of the endless series of hallways and rooms, one of which had served as its prison.
No, it was what the disintegration meant that had given her pause; saving them was going to be more difficult than the flame had originally surmised. It was a colossal task before her to realize the darkness here, but now if it were to succeed, it would have to save them from themselves as well. Allies would prove far and few between in its crusade and failure was not an option. The flame would rebuild this place to learn of those in need of salvation. If the doctors and heroes couldn’t be counted on, then maybe those whom it first saved, the Thief and Girl, would hold insights for the quest.