Hazy Acid Journey

Sheen

Sun, 04 Nov 2012 23:58:35 -0500

A rabbit emerges from its hollow in the great oak that has been its home for the past twelve centuries.

“Why do you wake me?” screeches the fragile creature.

“You have awoken by your own accord, I have no business with you, animal.” States the boy.

The rabbit sat motionless there on a cold mossy rock as a breeze blew in between his ears. The boy passed him and the rabbit bowed his head.

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Sun, 04 Nov 2012 23:34:00 -0500

Gods gift

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 12:47:16 -0400

Borne on the blood of the world worm, he would never know happiness, he would die alone by the hand of his mother. The rider would fall into infinite cosmos, neverending and unmaking blackness. When he fell a branch shattered and all worlds were lost, when he stood the ground fell forever, and when he spoke the echo went on infinitely deafening the strong and destroying the frail. None would ever know happiness again as the rider moved, looking for something that could never be found, a light in the eyes of god.

He climbed down on the second day and met death. Death wore a cuirass and nothing more and resembled the mask of Diktonapaeia, body pale and wilting but eyes to the horizon death let the rider pass. This was his hill now a speck in the plan that would play itself out in time.

Hidden, there. gods gift.

The rider shook hands with the sky and proceeded to put it in his pocket, he cried but only for a short time. he needed to see where he would go next. he blinked, for the first time, and saw everything in that split fraction of spacetime. An intense formation centered around darkness screaming, making noise in a vacuum its cries ceaselessly exloding from the opening on its half formed visage. A snake uncoiling itself as color passes in the foreground and animals scrape at the back of his mind attempting to open the door. The rider refuses. The sky tries to come out of his bag but fails.

The formation. The destruction. The formation.

The Twins

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 04:23:00 -0400

Savir awakens to a blinding light, this is not the light of natural sun, no, this light seems to radiate from the tip of a staff carried by a haggard human male. He is followed quickly and closely by a female that carries a broadsword at the ready. Savir realizes he isn’t safe, perhaps he should follow these humans, they may know the way out of what seems to be a pitch black forest.

Savir remembers some people in town who spoke of a nearby forest, unfortunately he failed to pay closer attention, a mistake he may come to regret as he has very little sense as to the alignment of these two humans he has been following for about 10 minutes.

They stop moving. Visible shaking overtakes the both of them, the Female drops her sword, the male, his staff. Savir feels a chill start to creep up his hands as though an unliving force has taken him by the hand and is now pulling down with some invisible force. But his will is powerful and he breaks free of the icy grasp. Without hesitation Savir sprints off towards he two shaken humans, he grabs the female by the shoulders and shakes her violently.

“Snap out of it! you have to snap out of it”

There is no response as her eyes glass over with crystal and she stops shaking, she stops breathing. Savirs attention is now directed at the male whose eyes now shine with a pale yellow, his silhouette begins to smoke, savir steps back to spot what caused the sudden frost attack on everyone. To no avail, all that can be seen are trees that cannot speak and dirt that has long been silenced. As Savir turns back he can see the human male picking up his staff and quickly examining his partner, savir detects sadness but must react to a bolt of energy being shot at him from the butt-end of the Humans staff. Savir successfully dodges the seafoam green bolt.

“I didnt do this” Savir yells as he picks up the females broadsword and charges the Male.

The Human drops his staff and falls to his knees, Savir yields and begins to approach him, only to hear the soft murmurs of ancient incantations being spewed from his lips, Savirs eyes widen as he braces for the humans blast.

In what seems like a lightning quick single motion the human raises his arms well above his head he brings them down below his waist and begins to mime shapes in the stagnant air of that black forest, a light blue aura surrounds him as his eyes flash a bright blue. Savir sees this, only for a second.

“Giddim zul Akama zul Reinil zul abadam” mutters the Human as savir is flung into the air 15 metres high and 30 metres back.

Just before impact Savir feels the cold that he felt earlier, he has stopped inches from the ground and then set down, almost gently. Although relieved, Savir feels the gravity of the creature that lurks just beyond the darkness of this land, the human must feel it too as Savir looks in his direction the staff is gone and the human has successfully made his leave of this clearing and of his now frozen partner. Savir looks to the sky, 12 blackbirds fly overhead the starry sky beating down on their backs.

Savir hears wood snapping in the background, then he hears the snapping of wood only a few feet away from him, his sight begins to blur. He can hear entire trees crashing down far away, at the same time he hears screams, as though ripping the inside of him in two he hears screams that make him feel as though there are a countless number of helpless animals inside of him.

The bustle of a busy city.

The crying of children.

Day turning into night.

The echoing footsteps of gods.

Silence.

Savir looks down at the ground to find he is in a warm pool of blood, the ground begins to tremble and shake as decrepit forms of things once human and inhuman begin to rise. Savir turns to run. A figure of almost blinding red skin, with eyes closed stands before him smiling a smile that reveals every sharp black tooth in its jaw. The figure is naked but shows no likeness to any creature savir has ever laid his eyes on. A feeling of detachment overtakes Savir and then the cold. The red-skinned creature stands there never opening its eyes as Savir drops the sword and then begins to fall backwards into a numb joy.

Im not an artist, but in my mind this is what one of my bosses...

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 11:51:01 -0400

Im not an artist, but in my mind this is what one of my bosses will look like for my groups campaign around, level 10, 2-3 months in. Kelzniak, keeper dragon of dreams…or something, except he will be described a million times more awesome than what he looks like…right now he is only cool to like the 10th power.

Look at my cool new dye! on top of my cool new cards!

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 11:45:14 -0400

Look at my cool new dye! on top of my cool new cards!

The Landscape

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 15:32:57 -0400

Our hero awakens, in an inn whose name is of no consequence and whose patrons seem to stand stiller than air. After paying his piece of gold he walks outside to find that the sky is red perhaps a fire somewhere, or a god come home, as gods do.

Savir finds himself in Endlebluff a land that knows not the word peace, a rugged landscape with forests whose split trees grow blacker than the beasts that inhabit them. The face of Endlebluff is scarred with the chaos of war, The demons that dwell behind the cover of life have yet to go thirsty as the blood of this land is seemingly everflowing.

It is here were the 500 year war was waged. It is here where the cleric Bramin Smote the Demon Karesh. It was in this land were the champion Endolinth forged his bloody path to glory beyond that which any mortal man could hope to see in a span of lifetimes. Armies have risen and fallen at the whim of the three nowdormant god-dragons whom forged their homes deep in the dark ridges of Kaharas far to the east. It was Endlebluff where the barbarian pirate clan of Traln the Goblin king conquered what was left of yollandra’s folllowers. And it is in Endlebluff where our hero Savir will submit himself to the boundless tests of will and strength that the land and its people have to offer.

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Sun, 19 Feb 2012 17:52:16 -0500