Post by The Librarian on Sept 2, 2011 5:27:53 GMT -8
*An empty bottle sails across the room smashing against the rough-hewn wall of the Rose*
The sound of breaking glass is very unique, and extremely satisfying, Phaen launched another bottle just to hear that sound again. Several more empty bottles lay on the floor around her in the great hall of the Winters Rose, it was the only way to get the images to stop invading her mind, and each sip brought relief from the onslaught. Each smash punctuated the anger she felt inside. Everyone wanted to help but no one would listen, everyone wanted to do something right now without realizing the cost of his or her actions. When leaders disregard their own statutes for what looks to be ego or glory, others are left hurt and humiliated. Elisandra had a council in place to take over leadership of the freehold in her place, but did anyone care that they took over for the missing Queen instead of heading her wishes or even letting go of either need to lead to default to the local authority? As another bottle smashes against the wall Phaen yelled to a vacant room “Fek No.”
The darkened banal image Phaen had scryed for earlier washed back into view forcing her to her knees once more. Phaen put too much of herself into her attempt to find Elisandra, summoning the glamour to cast the cantrip didn’t seem enough, Phaen felt herself weaken as she put part of her own strength into the spell, she wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of images, or that they didn’t fade with the cantrip. Over and over the dead trees and the wave of banality around Elisandra attacked Phaen’s mind. There was nothing left in her stomach to throw up and Phaen’s body ached with the dry heaving that came with the image. Lying on the floor Phaen heard Aly’s voice again “Phaen Grey you will stand up an' pull yer weapon an' go wit' us to retrieve yer queen, you will push out the images an' forward to aid in her retrieval, understood?” It was the last thing Phaen remembered before being consumed by darkness laying on the stone floor of the Winters Rose.
The sound of breaking glass is very unique, and extremely satisfying, Phaen launched another bottle just to hear that sound again. Several more empty bottles lay on the floor around her in the great hall of the Winters Rose, it was the only way to get the images to stop invading her mind, and each sip brought relief from the onslaught. Each smash punctuated the anger she felt inside. Everyone wanted to help but no one would listen, everyone wanted to do something right now without realizing the cost of his or her actions. When leaders disregard their own statutes for what looks to be ego or glory, others are left hurt and humiliated. Elisandra had a council in place to take over leadership of the freehold in her place, but did anyone care that they took over for the missing Queen instead of heading her wishes or even letting go of either need to lead to default to the local authority? As another bottle smashes against the wall Phaen yelled to a vacant room “Fek No.”
The darkened banal image Phaen had scryed for earlier washed back into view forcing her to her knees once more. Phaen put too much of herself into her attempt to find Elisandra, summoning the glamour to cast the cantrip didn’t seem enough, Phaen felt herself weaken as she put part of her own strength into the spell, she wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of images, or that they didn’t fade with the cantrip. Over and over the dead trees and the wave of banality around Elisandra attacked Phaen’s mind. There was nothing left in her stomach to throw up and Phaen’s body ached with the dry heaving that came with the image. Lying on the floor Phaen heard Aly’s voice again “Phaen Grey you will stand up an' pull yer weapon an' go wit' us to retrieve yer queen, you will push out the images an' forward to aid in her retrieval, understood?” It was the last thing Phaen remembered before being consumed by darkness laying on the stone floor of the Winters Rose.