06-20-2011, 04:58 PM
-Warning- Not exactly a story of fluffy bunnies. You are warned.
Pollie curiously stared at what appeared to be a small box atop a wooden stool. The scene before her seemed dull as the color had been drained from sight and no sound seemed to exist at the location, wherever this even was. Logic seemed irrelevent as she slowly made her way over to the strange object and placed a hand on the surface, feeling the cold metal of it. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, feeling an odd calmness as the box seemed to radiate peace from its dull gray form. The floors around her seem to fall away into a blackened void of nothing as she began to float next to the box, the stool vanishing from under it as the box too began to hover in the air.
The gnomish woman could not help but focus her gaze onto it as it began to twist its shape around, slowly changing and contracting against itself as it becomes something else entirely."Faith" The word seemed to echo endlessly in what is now a dark and lightless void, whatever or whoever speaking the word is nowhere to be found. "Meaningless" Another word is heard by her as it too seems to echo out from the void, screeching like some mad demon as she holds her hands over her ears in pain. Just as the two words appear to be dying off, another barrage of words is blasted into the gnome, her hands doing little to shield her from the almost explosive noise as it bombards her relentlessly. Just as she begins to think her skull is going to crack under the force of all the words, she suddenly wakes up. Her eyes dart round the inn room as she pulls the covers over her bare chest and pants heavily, trying to make sense of any of this.
Pollie felt as if her chest was going to split open as she struggled to catch her breath, her heart pounding as her hands shook against her covers. Her mind became overwhelmed with thoughts as she tried to calm herself, most of her body already soaked in sweat as her eyes darted to the doorway. Her breathing outright stopped as she realized the once locked door was now wide open, muddy boot prints tracked in and up to her bed. "Hate." The word had the gnome almost frozen in fear as she spun herself around and blasted the nearby wall with ice, her breathing becoming even more eratic as she began fearfully scanning the room for what could have said that.
She barely even had time to blink before she was suddenly slammed against the pillow of the bed and her mouth gagged with a piece of cloth, she thrashed for a moment before two large shadows held her down at the hands and legs. Her eyes began to well up with tears as another shadow started sawing into her throat with a knife, blood splattering the walls as the blade met bone and finally tore her head from her shoulders. She snapped awake again in bed, a glowing blue hand prepared to blast ice at anything in sight as she tried to adjust to the darkness of her room. The covers slipped off her naked body as she dropped onto the floor and stumbled over, grabbing her head as she dispelled the ice and threw up on the floor. Pollie roughly grabs her chest as she tries to calm herself down, glancing to the closed and locked door as she slowly does. She slumps back against the foot of the bed as she stifles back her tears.
"I need a drink..."
Pollie curiously stared at what appeared to be a small box atop a wooden stool. The scene before her seemed dull as the color had been drained from sight and no sound seemed to exist at the location, wherever this even was. Logic seemed irrelevent as she slowly made her way over to the strange object and placed a hand on the surface, feeling the cold metal of it. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, feeling an odd calmness as the box seemed to radiate peace from its dull gray form. The floors around her seem to fall away into a blackened void of nothing as she began to float next to the box, the stool vanishing from under it as the box too began to hover in the air.
The gnomish woman could not help but focus her gaze onto it as it began to twist its shape around, slowly changing and contracting against itself as it becomes something else entirely."Faith" The word seemed to echo endlessly in what is now a dark and lightless void, whatever or whoever speaking the word is nowhere to be found. "Meaningless" Another word is heard by her as it too seems to echo out from the void, screeching like some mad demon as she holds her hands over her ears in pain. Just as the two words appear to be dying off, another barrage of words is blasted into the gnome, her hands doing little to shield her from the almost explosive noise as it bombards her relentlessly. Just as she begins to think her skull is going to crack under the force of all the words, she suddenly wakes up. Her eyes dart round the inn room as she pulls the covers over her bare chest and pants heavily, trying to make sense of any of this.
Pollie felt as if her chest was going to split open as she struggled to catch her breath, her heart pounding as her hands shook against her covers. Her mind became overwhelmed with thoughts as she tried to calm herself, most of her body already soaked in sweat as her eyes darted to the doorway. Her breathing outright stopped as she realized the once locked door was now wide open, muddy boot prints tracked in and up to her bed. "Hate." The word had the gnome almost frozen in fear as she spun herself around and blasted the nearby wall with ice, her breathing becoming even more eratic as she began fearfully scanning the room for what could have said that.
She barely even had time to blink before she was suddenly slammed against the pillow of the bed and her mouth gagged with a piece of cloth, she thrashed for a moment before two large shadows held her down at the hands and legs. Her eyes began to well up with tears as another shadow started sawing into her throat with a knife, blood splattering the walls as the blade met bone and finally tore her head from her shoulders. She snapped awake again in bed, a glowing blue hand prepared to blast ice at anything in sight as she tried to adjust to the darkness of her room. The covers slipped off her naked body as she dropped onto the floor and stumbled over, grabbing her head as she dispelled the ice and threw up on the floor. Pollie roughly grabs her chest as she tries to calm herself down, glancing to the closed and locked door as she slowly does. She slumps back against the foot of the bed as she stifles back her tears.
"I need a drink..."