Post by Jaxx on Jul 9, 2013 12:56:11 GMT
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PLOT - The First Chapter
"The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis." - Dante
OPENING LINE:
"They come for you... they come.
QUICKLY my Lord... find ABAGAAR...
There is TREATCHERY in the ranks! HURRY!!!!
The
Lord's steel-grey eyes widened in horror, as the unknown voice rumbled
powerfully through him, unsettling his being and taking away his pride.
He tried to open his mouth and respond, but no sound would come out.. the voice took his!
PAIN...
Tardysior
battled with the growing panic that was threatening to plunge his
thoughts into utter powerless depths... but each time he PUSHED BACK,
PAIN
WHIPPED AT HIS SKULL, then left him there... inches from relief he was
so certain would come to him in unconsciousness. On and on it went like
this..
Never quite allowing him an escape..
Finally he surrendered, and fell deep within the dark waters of his mind, lost... without a single cry to utter out for help.
Then... nothing. Complete blackness..
This
is the memory that has been haunting Lord Tardysior for months, now...
the same one over and over, and each time he cannot be certain if these
really ARE
his own memories.. or if it just a haunting dream that never seems to leave him.
WHO IS ABAGAAR?
WHAT TREACHERY HAS HAPPENED?
ARE THESE MY OWN MEMORIES, OR IS THIS BUT A TERRIBLE DREAM?
Try as he might, the Lord is unable to answer these questions... and refuses to share these memories with anyone else...
"They come for you... they come.
QUICKLY my Lord... find ABAGAAR...
There is TREATCHERY in the ranks! HURRY!!!!
The
Lord's steel-grey eyes widened in horror, as the unknown voice rumbled
powerfully through him, unsettling his being and taking away his pride.
He tried to open his mouth and respond, but no sound would come out.. the voice took his!
PAIN...
Tardysior
battled with the growing panic that was threatening to plunge his
thoughts into utter powerless depths... but each time he PUSHED BACK,
PAIN
WHIPPED AT HIS SKULL, then left him there... inches from relief he was
so certain would come to him in unconsciousness. On and on it went like
this..
Never quite allowing him an escape..
Finally he surrendered, and fell deep within the dark waters of his mind, lost... without a single cry to utter out for help.
Then... nothing. Complete blackness..
This
is the memory that has been haunting Lord Tardysior for months, now...
the same one over and over, and each time he cannot be certain if these
really ARE
his own memories.. or if it just a haunting dream that never seems to leave him.
WHO IS ABAGAAR?
WHAT TREACHERY HAS HAPPENED?
ARE THESE MY OWN MEMORIES, OR IS THIS BUT A TERRIBLE DREAM?
Try as he might, the Lord is unable to answer these questions... and refuses to share these memories with anyone else...
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