03-02-2011, 06:27 AM
[Part of an IC story. It's like WoW creepypasta. ]
"There are many legends I've heard in my travels across Azeroth. Some of them are fleeting, and last no more than a few years. Others... outlast civilizations. Those who tell them say that the stories originate from the beginning of our world. Would you like to hear one? Come, sit down and pay attention. You may need to remember this someday.
"It is said that every night, a creature wanders our woods. Not a lynx, nor bear. No, nothing like that. This one only appears as blue light, drifting through the trees. It's always where you least expect it. Go outside to check your traps after dark - it will be waiting for you. It watches you. It knows where you are. It will lead you into the woods with its light.
"And it will call to you. Gently at first, carried on the wind, but it will grow into a song of shadows and stars which blots all else from your mind like a bad memory. You'll do anything to follow it. Before long... you'll find yourself looking to the stars and cursing the mortal form which holds you back from them.
"When you're too far away from civilization to see mortal light, you can't turn back. The creature will ask you if you want to come with it. There's only one answer. And when you say yes.. it'll drag you up into the stars themselves to be with them forever.
"Some say that they're spirits from another world who travel on the Nether. Some say they live in the stars, and are simply lonely. Others say that they hunt the living, and drop them to their deaths before feeding. Most don't know. The only people who've lived to tell the tale are the ones who turned back while they had the chance.
"There. Frightening and far-fetched, perhaps, but all stories have a grain of truth to them. The problem is finding that truth before it's too late to make a difference."
"There are many legends I've heard in my travels across Azeroth. Some of them are fleeting, and last no more than a few years. Others... outlast civilizations. Those who tell them say that the stories originate from the beginning of our world. Would you like to hear one? Come, sit down and pay attention. You may need to remember this someday.
"It is said that every night, a creature wanders our woods. Not a lynx, nor bear. No, nothing like that. This one only appears as blue light, drifting through the trees. It's always where you least expect it. Go outside to check your traps after dark - it will be waiting for you. It watches you. It knows where you are. It will lead you into the woods with its light.
"And it will call to you. Gently at first, carried on the wind, but it will grow into a song of shadows and stars which blots all else from your mind like a bad memory. You'll do anything to follow it. Before long... you'll find yourself looking to the stars and cursing the mortal form which holds you back from them.
"When you're too far away from civilization to see mortal light, you can't turn back. The creature will ask you if you want to come with it. There's only one answer. And when you say yes.. it'll drag you up into the stars themselves to be with them forever.
"Some say that they're spirits from another world who travel on the Nether. Some say they live in the stars, and are simply lonely. Others say that they hunt the living, and drop them to their deaths before feeding. Most don't know. The only people who've lived to tell the tale are the ones who turned back while they had the chance.
They're the ones who call those creatures by their names: At'ane.
"There. Frightening and far-fetched, perhaps, but all stories have a grain of truth to them. The problem is finding that truth before it's too late to make a difference."