Post by Coriolis on Feb 24, 2007 22:26:04 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from Here be Dragons...]
[OOC:- Set in the immutable past. A now ancient quest in progress...]
*Black*
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*Falling stars in the night as Coriolis floated in the ether He could only describe as 'limbo'. Crackling red/orange sparks of life from the Gods Pillar drawn into this vortex with him. The sandstone pieces melting and forming misshapen blobs of glass and metal as they fell into darkness.*
*The glass shapes somehow caught a light with no source and wistful images started to appear. A fireplace with a bearded man tending to it as his elven partner capered around and got into the way, a metal-headed mage of somekind with strange alloy knights patrolling in the background, a game of cards in a forest clearing between a monk and... oh heck! Not him again! However this wasn't the Sylvester Hands who'd burned his Realm to ash. The unhealthy looking beggar was too young, too CLEAN.*
*The image faded as the sparks fell away from him. The night sky full of these pieces as they fell over an entire realm. Hundreds of individual scenes and eyes that could tell any number of stories to any who would see them...*
*LIIIIIIGHT!!!! CRUNCH!*
*It would be the gable end of a thatched roof that would break his fall. The thick oak beams underneath stopping him from going right through. He instinctively ducked as a red-hot projectile narrowly missed his head as it finished it's plunge in the damp mud of the street below. The hiss of steam attracting attention from passersby as they went about their business in town.*
*Coriolis looked around for a moment as He tried to figure out where He had managed to land THIS time. He certainly didn't feel as dead as He'd expected to be and surely this backwater realm wasn't the resting place of those that had travelled ahead of him over the centuries.*
*Wait a minute... The thought of a 'Backwater Realm' triggered an old memory. The layout seemed familiar but it wasn't anywhere He immediately recognised. Then a single building did something He'd seen before. Out of a front door came a human shaped projectile followed by a Gorilla of a man in an overly tidy but somehow ill-fitting suit. "NO PETS!!!" went the cry as Gorilla man dumped a quivering bag with something inside it for the projectile to pick up and scurry away with. It could only have been the 'Wolfs Howl' in Wolfenden. Coriolis himself had had similar treatment long ago... Or was it Long to come?*
*Everything around him seemed younger, newer, fresher. This couldn't have been the Wolfenden that he'd wandered in. With all the magic that had been flying around in Arios, something must have thrown him back to an earlier point in Knightmares history. He'd finally made that trip back to Ancient Rome. Only it had turned out to be ancient Wolfenden...*
*A conversation at one of the marketstands below him caught his ear. A young helmeted girl in yellow and black was having a tough time with one of the greasier traders. He was tempted to go down and have a few words but stopped in his stride. If this WAS antiquity then messing around with it would be as futile as it would be dangerous. To change the past would be changing the future and drop the unwilling traveller out of phase with reality itself. Not the most pleasant of experiences it would have to be said.*
*Then his eye caught a glimpse of what they were bartering over. The solidified piece from the gods pillar! The droplets of glass and metal now moulded into the rough shape of a magnifying glass. A 'Spyglass' was what the trader had called it. Not an inapt description if what the Watcher had seen of it was true. It was with a rising worry that he thought about how many had fallen. These objects will have covered the entire realm and there was no telling what damage or good they would cause. He could only hope that antiquity itself would grant him a reprieve. The changes had been made, there was little how could do now.*
*It was with a little sigh that Coriolis of the Watchers stood up and made his way across the rooftops. Dropping out of sight and in search of an elf-portal that would return him home. There were places to go, people to see and a lot of work still to be done...*
[To be continued.... Somewhere in the knightmare realm...]
[OOC:- Set in the immutable past. A now ancient quest in progress...]
*Black*
...
...
...
*Falling stars in the night as Coriolis floated in the ether He could only describe as 'limbo'. Crackling red/orange sparks of life from the Gods Pillar drawn into this vortex with him. The sandstone pieces melting and forming misshapen blobs of glass and metal as they fell into darkness.*
*The glass shapes somehow caught a light with no source and wistful images started to appear. A fireplace with a bearded man tending to it as his elven partner capered around and got into the way, a metal-headed mage of somekind with strange alloy knights patrolling in the background, a game of cards in a forest clearing between a monk and... oh heck! Not him again! However this wasn't the Sylvester Hands who'd burned his Realm to ash. The unhealthy looking beggar was too young, too CLEAN.*
*The image faded as the sparks fell away from him. The night sky full of these pieces as they fell over an entire realm. Hundreds of individual scenes and eyes that could tell any number of stories to any who would see them...*
*LIIIIIIGHT!!!! CRUNCH!*
*It would be the gable end of a thatched roof that would break his fall. The thick oak beams underneath stopping him from going right through. He instinctively ducked as a red-hot projectile narrowly missed his head as it finished it's plunge in the damp mud of the street below. The hiss of steam attracting attention from passersby as they went about their business in town.*
*Coriolis looked around for a moment as He tried to figure out where He had managed to land THIS time. He certainly didn't feel as dead as He'd expected to be and surely this backwater realm wasn't the resting place of those that had travelled ahead of him over the centuries.*
*Wait a minute... The thought of a 'Backwater Realm' triggered an old memory. The layout seemed familiar but it wasn't anywhere He immediately recognised. Then a single building did something He'd seen before. Out of a front door came a human shaped projectile followed by a Gorilla of a man in an overly tidy but somehow ill-fitting suit. "NO PETS!!!" went the cry as Gorilla man dumped a quivering bag with something inside it for the projectile to pick up and scurry away with. It could only have been the 'Wolfs Howl' in Wolfenden. Coriolis himself had had similar treatment long ago... Or was it Long to come?*
*Everything around him seemed younger, newer, fresher. This couldn't have been the Wolfenden that he'd wandered in. With all the magic that had been flying around in Arios, something must have thrown him back to an earlier point in Knightmares history. He'd finally made that trip back to Ancient Rome. Only it had turned out to be ancient Wolfenden...*
*A conversation at one of the marketstands below him caught his ear. A young helmeted girl in yellow and black was having a tough time with one of the greasier traders. He was tempted to go down and have a few words but stopped in his stride. If this WAS antiquity then messing around with it would be as futile as it would be dangerous. To change the past would be changing the future and drop the unwilling traveller out of phase with reality itself. Not the most pleasant of experiences it would have to be said.*
*Then his eye caught a glimpse of what they were bartering over. The solidified piece from the gods pillar! The droplets of glass and metal now moulded into the rough shape of a magnifying glass. A 'Spyglass' was what the trader had called it. Not an inapt description if what the Watcher had seen of it was true. It was with a rising worry that he thought about how many had fallen. These objects will have covered the entire realm and there was no telling what damage or good they would cause. He could only hope that antiquity itself would grant him a reprieve. The changes had been made, there was little how could do now.*
*It was with a little sigh that Coriolis of the Watchers stood up and made his way across the rooftops. Dropping out of sight and in search of an elf-portal that would return him home. There were places to go, people to see and a lot of work still to be done...*
[To be continued.... Somewhere in the knightmare realm...]