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Chaotic Exile {Part iii(b)} |
December 6th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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Staring at that palace of decay I shuddered. The temperature seemed to be slowly dropping the closer I got and a cold breeze brought unpleasant scents to my senses. Time was endless and infinite here and it felt as if it took days to reach the ancient wooden doors. Yet in truth it took but mere moments before I lay my palms upon the damp wood. Pushing with all my strength the doors creaked open and I looked in upon a large vacant room. Cold sweat dripped across my skin. I felt as if my every vein ran with solid ice. Adrenaline drummed in my ears and urged me forward, into the unknown. Candles dimly lit the room; their glow casting long shadows against what objects lay strewn about. A few flames sputtered and died with the gust of fresh air, a sign that these doors had not been opened in a very long time.
As I moved closer a figure became discernable amidst the flickering candlelight. It sat tall and silent upon a throne of flesh and bone. Its form was wispy and translucent and masked within its hood was a bleached white skull. Not unlike those bleached carcasses found amongst the desert sands. Its eyes like great black chasms, sucking in all who caught its vile gaze.
“I’ve been waiting…” the hollow voice echoed off the crimson soaked stone and I began to tremble uncontrollably.
“No…n-n-n-o-o….” I mumbled as I gradually moved closer to the skeletal form. I seemed to have no control over my own corporeal form, I felt as if I were being sucked in to an endless pit of shadows. I fell then, completely numb, into a pool of what appeared to be fresh blood. Then, knowing my end was soon to come I shut my eyes, and everything faded to black...
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Chaotic Exile {Part iii} |
November 17th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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"Who can ever be prepared for such a feat?" I called to the wind, letting the evening breeze carry my words through the sand.
Silently I gathered the nerve to move forward, it was now or never. Reaching the crumbling concrete walls that served as a gateway to the city I moved swiftly. To stop now would mean to lose my nerve and already I could feel the adrenaline pulsating through my undead form.
Everything about me reaked of death, everything was full of pain and each building seemed to cry out in agony. It all appeared to crumble before my eyes and I wondered if I had lost my mind. I wondered if this was nothing more then a vivid hallucination and at any moment I would awake to a simpler reality.
Here, in this place of waking nightmares, nothing was definate. I knew that if I survived this endevour with my mind intact I would be lucky. But it seemed that the odds were stacked against me and I already felt as if I should give up.
Moving through the darkened streets with their flickering streetlamps I wondered what had happened. What dark force had consumed this place and destroyed all purity and innocence. I knew these questions would forever go unanswered, but what was the harm in asking.
The sound of scurrying rats and screaming buildings were my only company as I wove my way deeper into the vile city. I knew I was closer to the center for the stench of death grew ever stronger. The smell of blood and rotting flesh only continued to intensify until I layed my eyes upon what must have been the town square. Before now that is.
Whoever had taken over this place was severly twisted in every sense of the word. For what I saw before my eyes was a picture so repulsive I shall ne'er forget its gruesome face. Some otherworldly beast had made and empire out of death and was lavishing in all its glory.
The once beautifully bronzed statue of the town founder, that stood in the center of the square, had been beheaded and human body parts lay strewn across the dilapidated form. Behind it was town hall, now a reeking palace of rot where only maggots dare to tread. The once perfectly kept marble staircases ran crimson with blood and not even rats hovered about.
The root of all evil lay just beyond that stairway. Behind those ancient doors of rottong wood was that which murdered innocence. That was were I had to go.
This was the point were it would end, here and now. But I had a feeling it wouldn't be that simple... |
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