Post by gatalis on May 5, 2012 12:59:29 GMT -5
Souls... More souls...
Over a year had passed since William entered Limbo, and the world around him hadn't changed much. People died, people lived, it mattered not to him. When he originally came to the plane of limbo in death, he had figured it would be a simple matter of drifting into nothingness, to not have to deal with the material plane-In fact he had almost considered thanking Zenstone for killing him... The more he sat there though, the more his mind returned to him.
In the material, he had always been busy with his studies, never having time to himself as he worked on perfecting exploding imps, or attempting to deal with some pesky real-world problem around him. In limbo though, there was little to do. Occasionally an interdimensional figure would pass by, taking pity on the nude mage, but otherwise he was left to himself, watching the souls pass in, and occasionally out of Limbo. It gave him time to think, what with only having access to his simplest spells, his spellbook hidden in the tower, split into three sections, and so he thought on his life, his earliest memories of childhood begining to fade from time to time.
Three months prior, the mage had become conscious once more of why he had originally become a mage-to bring balance to the extremes. He remembered not holding grudges against those whom had performed ill towards him, of striving to keep good and evil, law and chaos in check so that one would not grow stronger than the others. With the passing of time he had lost himself, but in death, he had now become whole once more.
He knew not what would await him if he returned-Perhaps good tidings, perhaps someone hunting him, all he knew was that he had to return. He thought of taking vengence against the Kelemvorites, they had stripped him of everything, falsely accused him of being part of the necromantic rabble. the more he thought on it though, the more he didn't care-He'd have to regain his hold either way if he returned, this simply meant he would have to find new magical items to replace the old ones he had lost.
The souls continued to pass by-It was strange, their numbers having become greater lately as if something was aloof back on Siranda... The mage stood up in his naked glory and made his way towards where he knew a portal might open. He would have to fight the other souls for entry, but it was time for him to head back...
"Balance will reign once more when I return..."
Over a year had passed since William entered Limbo, and the world around him hadn't changed much. People died, people lived, it mattered not to him. When he originally came to the plane of limbo in death, he had figured it would be a simple matter of drifting into nothingness, to not have to deal with the material plane-In fact he had almost considered thanking Zenstone for killing him... The more he sat there though, the more his mind returned to him.
In the material, he had always been busy with his studies, never having time to himself as he worked on perfecting exploding imps, or attempting to deal with some pesky real-world problem around him. In limbo though, there was little to do. Occasionally an interdimensional figure would pass by, taking pity on the nude mage, but otherwise he was left to himself, watching the souls pass in, and occasionally out of Limbo. It gave him time to think, what with only having access to his simplest spells, his spellbook hidden in the tower, split into three sections, and so he thought on his life, his earliest memories of childhood begining to fade from time to time.
Three months prior, the mage had become conscious once more of why he had originally become a mage-to bring balance to the extremes. He remembered not holding grudges against those whom had performed ill towards him, of striving to keep good and evil, law and chaos in check so that one would not grow stronger than the others. With the passing of time he had lost himself, but in death, he had now become whole once more.
He knew not what would await him if he returned-Perhaps good tidings, perhaps someone hunting him, all he knew was that he had to return. He thought of taking vengence against the Kelemvorites, they had stripped him of everything, falsely accused him of being part of the necromantic rabble. the more he thought on it though, the more he didn't care-He'd have to regain his hold either way if he returned, this simply meant he would have to find new magical items to replace the old ones he had lost.
The souls continued to pass by-It was strange, their numbers having become greater lately as if something was aloof back on Siranda... The mage stood up in his naked glory and made his way towards where he knew a portal might open. He would have to fight the other souls for entry, but it was time for him to head back...
"Balance will reign once more when I return..."
