[152] Nymaya: Prologue - Infernal Directive
Sun Mar 14 22:29:00 2010
To: all Crelius ( story line ) imm Necrucifer
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She burned again, as never before.
She saw herself upon a plain cot that served as a bed, held deep within a mountain cavern, her delusional and fevered cries resounding even in that dark place.
Your impact upon this tapestry was not to end so soon, I'm afraid.
"I did not ask...for your aid." She gasped through the fiery pain that had not diminished, even though she had returned to the altar.
A small, subsidiary issue. And it waved her concern away. Your soul
belongs to the Abyss now and I decided to intercede.
Against the weakness infusing her she clenched her fists but did not object.
"What do you want." The question was asked with considerable calm.
I want you to continue your quest. It remarked with infuriating evasiveness though she knew it was playing with her.
Instead of answering, she opened her eyes - and was beset with a sudden wash of terror. Its monstrous visage was before her; empty black eyes, grinning teeth and every nightmare that had ever afflicted her mind.
Its next words were not playful as they echoed down through to her very soul, ringing true and setting into motion a new directive.
I have seen a future that I dislike greatly and the one I wish to thwart will not expect this.
Her ears rang at the sound of the words and she half imagined they began to bleed. What happened next though tore a sharp cry from her that ended as abruptly as it started when the shadow passed directly through her - leaving behind an image that etched itself into her mind.
Someone awaits you in the Abyss. The whispery sound of the wind had returned, though it was a scream now and she knew who voiced it.
Should you fail, know that your eternal tormentor's name is Uvall and I will relish every instance of your agony.
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She awoke to the sound of the wind whistling outside the eaves but in it, she detected a lingering ominous laughter.
Her heart beating a hard staccato, she slipped from bed to pad to the water basin but stopped abruptly when she saw her reflection. Ashen white made the blood across her throat stand out vividly. She didn't need to see the scars along her left arm to know they had bled as well.
Centuries of patience were set aside then as she dressed quickly and left to find Crelius. She couldn't wait any longer.
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