Stygian Descent (I)

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[ 81] Nymaya: Stygian Descent (I)
Fri Apr 2 13:58:46 2010
To: All Crelius Reklah ( story chain ) Imm Necrucifer RP Religion
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Looking down into the nearly viscous black of the yawning pit before her, she felt a calm descend. She had undergone the full gamut of unease, dread and shock while watching the venerable Shadowknight build up to this moment. Now, there was no more time for second guessing or fearful indecision.

She would be slain if she turned away, she would die if she failed any of the awaiting trials.

She had been trained mercilessly to face death, had already tasted it in various forms, and not a modicum of those experiences failed her now as she sent a silent but terribly fervent prayer to Necrucifer. But she was wise enough to know that little of what she had accomplished in life would do her much good down there.

Amber light, volcanic heat and the oppressive, latent malevolence of the chamber set heavily upon her as the decision solidified within her soul and she looked up to meet Crelius' weeping azure gaze through his hooded countenance.

He remained silent, wrapped in his forbidding power. He'd said all he needed to say.

The dream arose within her mind's eye as she reached back to pull her hood over her long silver hair and with it, a tainted essence so corrupt and devastating, she knew it could consume her.

Jump, elfling.

And, aware she managed a personally impressive display of will and faith, she dove over the edge of the void without hesitation...

...and fell.

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All sense of time and direction left her.

The world she had known became no more, blasted into nothingness by the purity of the dark that swept past her in unfathomable leagues. It was so complete - so terribly complete...

She felt her displacement keenly, the sound of her cloak snapping behind almost as deafening as the black that breathed around her, as if she were plummeting down the throat of a monstrous entity. With the wind whistling past her ears, locking her in a static state, she became aware of a gleeful pulse of fiendish delight shortly before the Stygian deep converged upon her mind.

(cont.)