Kanassa
Professional Twit
You are stuck in a deep sleep, suffocated by your past and hung by the horror of history. In this realm, you feel vulnerable and alone before a presence you don't quite understand. Your body is bound by only your doubts, staring up at the sky of ethereal mist matting over purple and green stars, before the smell of stew reaches your nose. Around you, you realize that you are situated on a bed that stands atop a truly awkwardly constructed area. Nothing was natural, just random chunks of environments thrown around to float, making the bed even more out of place.
Some invisible force wills your head to the side, facing a room with no walls, a mashup of a kitchen and a living room complete with a fireplace, a hanging shelves, and a bubbling pot. The strange part was the fact that, without the walls there, the shelves and chandeliers were all hanging on nothing. A man stands over the pot, at least you assume it's a man. He stands tall with skin as unnaturally black as the night, his eyes an empty white void as they look you over.
He has nothing on his face other than the eyes, yet you can tell he's smiling, the mix of unease and warmth crawling over you. "Ah, a guest! Listlessly floating between the realms of death and life!" He doesn't speak, the voice comes from the world around him, echoing in your mind. "Don't worry, you're not dead, yet. You are simply about to be dead. If you're unlucky... Which, to be honest, most of my visitors have been now that I think about it" A hand raises, gesturing to the row of other beds beside you, all holding skeletons. "Do you remember? You're on the last ship bound Solus" A head tilt, the being was curious. "I take it you caught Sea Rot like the other passengers"
A few seconds passed, there was an amused 'hmmm' from the sky. "Yes, you just might survive... Hmmm, there is a curious ripple of destiny around you. There is more for you after this..." The being dips a spoon into the pot and collects some of the contents, a strange transparent substance that glowed like a star. "Tell you what, I will help you out. You could use all the help you can get" Within a blink of an eye, the entity is upon you, spoon in hand. "This is a piece of a Star. yes, the shiny ones. No, don't ask anything, questions are for later. Stars and their positions are heavily tied to our fates and spirits. And with our spirits, we use magic- I'm trying not to give away too much... but I'm giving you a gift" You have no choice in the matter, the tall, blank man shoved the spoon into your mouth and stuffs it down your throat. At the same time, everything around you seems to begin fading. You're leaving this realm. "Oh, you are a trooper. You're waking up now. But please, after you've discovered my gift, I only ask that you don't die and come look for me. I foresee some interesting days ahead..."
Some invisible force wills your head to the side, facing a room with no walls, a mashup of a kitchen and a living room complete with a fireplace, a hanging shelves, and a bubbling pot. The strange part was the fact that, without the walls there, the shelves and chandeliers were all hanging on nothing. A man stands over the pot, at least you assume it's a man. He stands tall with skin as unnaturally black as the night, his eyes an empty white void as they look you over.
He has nothing on his face other than the eyes, yet you can tell he's smiling, the mix of unease and warmth crawling over you. "Ah, a guest! Listlessly floating between the realms of death and life!" He doesn't speak, the voice comes from the world around him, echoing in your mind. "Don't worry, you're not dead, yet. You are simply about to be dead. If you're unlucky... Which, to be honest, most of my visitors have been now that I think about it" A hand raises, gesturing to the row of other beds beside you, all holding skeletons. "Do you remember? You're on the last ship bound Solus" A head tilt, the being was curious. "I take it you caught Sea Rot like the other passengers"
A few seconds passed, there was an amused 'hmmm' from the sky. "Yes, you just might survive... Hmmm, there is a curious ripple of destiny around you. There is more for you after this..." The being dips a spoon into the pot and collects some of the contents, a strange transparent substance that glowed like a star. "Tell you what, I will help you out. You could use all the help you can get" Within a blink of an eye, the entity is upon you, spoon in hand. "This is a piece of a Star. yes, the shiny ones. No, don't ask anything, questions are for later. Stars and their positions are heavily tied to our fates and spirits. And with our spirits, we use magic- I'm trying not to give away too much... but I'm giving you a gift" You have no choice in the matter, the tall, blank man shoved the spoon into your mouth and stuffs it down your throat. At the same time, everything around you seems to begin fading. You're leaving this realm. "Oh, you are a trooper. You're waking up now. But please, after you've discovered my gift, I only ask that you don't die and come look for me. I foresee some interesting days ahead..."
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There was darkness. And in the darkness, Tyrian could only hang over an eternal pit, only able to grab onto his confusion. Gone was the bed, gone was the world, gone was the faceless entity of his delusion. All drained away by the abyss. Was this it? Was that merely fragments of some strange dream his body put him through in its final moments? Maybe it was how his mind visualized the process of his soul and brain disconnecting. Maybe it was just the rot.
"Och, what's thes? Ah hink th' lad's startin' tae reach fur air!" At first, the voice was distant, like a fist banging on glass. But the force began to crack the glass, the volume broke thorugh the cracks, shattering the glass and letting light stream in, engulfing the man with it's shine. "Nae, nae, aam nae yer maw ye furry dobber"
The first thing Tyrian registered after that was pain. The numbness of the dream had escaped him along with a haggard release of breath, his eyes snapping opn and sweat pouring down his skin as if he were melting. "What... What... I..." The first thing he saw was a row of yellow teeth hidden behind a bushy white beard, coupled with a heavy case of morning breath. "Gah, that smell! Close your mouth, you old coger!" He felt his body give way as it was dropped to the floor by the two men carrying him. "Were you breathing on me this entire time? No wonder I was out cold."
The Old man's laugh echoed throughout Tyrian's mind, knocking about in his brain like each 'a' in 'ha' cracked a piece of his skull. "Yoo're nae 'at unlucky, laddy. if Ah hud bin, yoo'd nae hae lasted thes lang, i'll bit" It felt like the morning after happy hour, memory hazy, head hammering, but no goblin covered in feathers and stuck to a trade prince's grand ego statue. The fact that Tyrian had been stropped on the steps of a ship rocking against heavy waves did not help the feeling. "Then again, you weren't supposed to survive the rot..."
Slowly, recognizable images and words sprang to mind, making stepping stones across murky waters. He was heading to Solus, the passengers and crew started coming down with the Rot, he went to check on his supplies and- Damn it. He grumbled to himself, getting to his feet and leaning against the wall to stabilize himself. I must have fallen by my supply crate before I realized I had it. "That's right, I should be dead. My insides feel like they've been through a butchery" How the hell was he still alive? The rot had certainly gotten serious, he could feel what toll it had taken on his innards, his lungs were still having problems pushing out breath. Yet, the pain was starting to fade. It was still there, but it was almost like the rot was dissolving, no longer biting into his organs a the very least. "Can't even take a celebritory 'wahoo' at surviving"
"And good timing too" The bearded man, who Tyrian recgonised as the ship's Captain now, seemed utterly unphased as he walked back to the bottom of the stairs. Behind Tyrian laid the rest of the victims of the rot, all looking as sweaty, dishelveled and dead as Tyrian probably looked at the moment. The Captain looked gleeful. "We waur in th' wey o flin' ye corpse overboard an' see hoo ye body looked bobbin' up an' doon. E'en took bets!"
"Good to know the safety of your loyal passengers and crew mean so little to you"
"Ah awreddy hae ye money. Anither corpse oan thes ship doesnae pure techt much, ey?" He thought this was particularly funny.
"I would call that a bad business strategy, but considering our destination... Yeah, I suppose you won't really need any returning customers either way" Still, Tyrian had to pull his attention away, looking down at his right hand, which twitched with irritation under his leather glove. "Guess that's sticking with me then..."
The Captian took it upon himself to start poking and prodding random Rot Victims. "Onie ay ye shits want tae pull th' bullshit recovery card noo? coz some ay th' lads waur real excited tae flin' some deid bodies overboard"