Vendredi
09-26-15, 09:23 PM
Closed to Rehtul Orlouge
Fii stood at the corner of what was now the edge of the world. His world. He didn’t like the corner very much. He didn’t care for the rest of it, either.
Here he was, nonetheless. You’ll like this, the girls at the tavern said last night, giggling in his ears and pouring more drinks that he could handle into his tankard. He had been so eager to prove them that he was twice the man that he seemed, that he was a man and not a boy at seventeen, and then rest of the night had passed in a blur, and he had woken up… here.
Not much could be said for the Citadel -- it was there and it was large. It towered over the City of Radasanth. You never forgot that it’s there, but you rarely remembered it unless you were looking for a bit of blood. Its halls rang with the names of the recently famous and the long-ago dead, and it was wrapped in as many mysteries and secrets as a whore from Fallien would be. Now, Firelis Tvy’ern stood in one of its secret rooms.
You’ll be liking this. He was liking it, alright. He was liking it as much as he liked a noose around his neck with the rope pulled taut. He hoped those girls were watching. He hoped they weren't watching.
He stood at the corner of the edge of the world. Behind him was an abyss of black nothingness, and it was the type of nothingness a man could drown in. In front of him were walls that spun the height of three men, and where he stood, two walls merged into a razor-sharp edge. Both walls stretched so far into the distance that Fii could not see their ends, and upon their stone-gray surfaces were pictures and carvings from a language Fii did not understand. Beneath his feet were rock and gravel and a rough dirt path. In front of him was a narrow archway that could barely fit a small man. Fii would have to crouch through it.
The Labyrinth of Nemetona, said the engraving on the arch. It was the only thing he did understand. Beware the Sleeping Dragon.
Fii thought he was past fear, and well onto numbness at this point.
It was strangely bright here, as well, though that may be because the copious number of drinks he had last night were affecting his eyes still, and not because the sun had just rose from the east. There was no wind. There were no trees. Everything just looked kind of… grimly stern.
I’m liking it, alright.
He stepped into the labyrinth.
Fii stood at the corner of what was now the edge of the world. His world. He didn’t like the corner very much. He didn’t care for the rest of it, either.
Here he was, nonetheless. You’ll like this, the girls at the tavern said last night, giggling in his ears and pouring more drinks that he could handle into his tankard. He had been so eager to prove them that he was twice the man that he seemed, that he was a man and not a boy at seventeen, and then rest of the night had passed in a blur, and he had woken up… here.
Not much could be said for the Citadel -- it was there and it was large. It towered over the City of Radasanth. You never forgot that it’s there, but you rarely remembered it unless you were looking for a bit of blood. Its halls rang with the names of the recently famous and the long-ago dead, and it was wrapped in as many mysteries and secrets as a whore from Fallien would be. Now, Firelis Tvy’ern stood in one of its secret rooms.
You’ll be liking this. He was liking it, alright. He was liking it as much as he liked a noose around his neck with the rope pulled taut. He hoped those girls were watching. He hoped they weren't watching.
He stood at the corner of the edge of the world. Behind him was an abyss of black nothingness, and it was the type of nothingness a man could drown in. In front of him were walls that spun the height of three men, and where he stood, two walls merged into a razor-sharp edge. Both walls stretched so far into the distance that Fii could not see their ends, and upon their stone-gray surfaces were pictures and carvings from a language Fii did not understand. Beneath his feet were rock and gravel and a rough dirt path. In front of him was a narrow archway that could barely fit a small man. Fii would have to crouch through it.
The Labyrinth of Nemetona, said the engraving on the arch. It was the only thing he did understand. Beware the Sleeping Dragon.
Fii thought he was past fear, and well onto numbness at this point.
It was strangely bright here, as well, though that may be because the copious number of drinks he had last night were affecting his eyes still, and not because the sun had just rose from the east. There was no wind. There were no trees. Everything just looked kind of… grimly stern.
I’m liking it, alright.
He stepped into the labyrinth.