RE: The End.
03-30-2013, 05:46 AM
Who?
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You are the Herald of the Noblemen, the foolish gods who decided to test mankind, yet fell into inaction, absorbed in their own stellar games.
You recall the moment when you met the Council of Noblemen.
One, you persuaded and befriended. You attended aloft its shoulder.
Another, suspended on a higher plane. Looking down upon you with a semblance of arrogance.
The next, convinced, but unwilling to step forward himself. He granted you his Judgement.
Yet another, distant, silent. He indicated nothing.
The final one, closer than need be. His eyes evaluated your entire existence.
One was absolutely a traitor. It would not see itself as so, but was betraying all none the less.
Curiously, their names escape you. They will appear eventually, you think.
You talked, fought, scrutinized, trusted, died, destroyed, erased to gain their strength...
What?
![[Image: Bu0bYqt.png]](https://i.imgur.com/Bu0bYqt.png)
Their strength- their symbols of office, that once kept everything in place. Drawn to put checks on each other.
They are now yours.
When?
![[Image: 5ygvUq8.png]](https://i.imgur.com/5ygvUq8.png)
From before your age, before anything, from before the ruination- from when things were better, simpler. An image of a time that you deign to return to.
Your image of the future will come, and the rain will fall again. It is a matter of time, so long as it is allowed to continue. Everything will be decided...
Where?
![[Image: gcHjirz.png]](https://i.imgur.com/gcHjirz.png)
Here. Where this all began - where the Demon was born so long ago. The edge of everything, the unraveling of time.
You have enough presence of mind to move forward. Forward, into the darkness.
Why?
![[Image: xtNnnrK.png]](https://i.imgur.com/xtNnnrK.png)
Because you were the only one to stand survive and walk out alive from under the rubble of the Court, your home.
Because if you do not, nothing will ever be done again.
Because no one else will.
You grab the hilt of your first weapon. A sword, with an edge as sharp as your mind. The shining light of acumen.
![[Image: XqpwkKZ.png]](https://i.imgur.com/XqpwkKZ.png)
You draw the Light of Judgement. The darkness recedes, and the area is illuminated.
Your cloak no no longer hides your figure.
What is around you?
What was your appearance?
What do you do?
You are the Herald of the Noblemen, the foolish gods who decided to test mankind, yet fell into inaction, absorbed in their own stellar games.
You recall the moment when you met the Council of Noblemen.
One, you persuaded and befriended. You attended aloft its shoulder.
Another, suspended on a higher plane. Looking down upon you with a semblance of arrogance.
The next, convinced, but unwilling to step forward himself. He granted you his Judgement.
Yet another, distant, silent. He indicated nothing.
The final one, closer than need be. His eyes evaluated your entire existence.
One was absolutely a traitor. It would not see itself as so, but was betraying all none the less.
Curiously, their names escape you. They will appear eventually, you think.
You talked, fought, scrutinized, trusted, died, destroyed, erased to gain their strength...
What?
Their strength- their symbols of office, that once kept everything in place. Drawn to put checks on each other.
They are now yours.
When?
From before your age, before anything, from before the ruination- from when things were better, simpler. An image of a time that you deign to return to.
Your image of the future will come, and the rain will fall again. It is a matter of time, so long as it is allowed to continue. Everything will be decided...
Where?
Here. Where this all began - where the Demon was born so long ago. The edge of everything, the unraveling of time.
You have enough presence of mind to move forward. Forward, into the darkness.
Why?
Because you were the only one to stand survive and walk out alive from under the rubble of the Court, your home.
Because if you do not, nothing will ever be done again.
Because no one else will.
You grab the hilt of your first weapon. A sword, with an edge as sharp as your mind. The shining light of acumen.
You draw the Light of Judgement. The darkness recedes, and the area is illuminated.
Your cloak no no longer hides your figure.
What is around you?
What was your appearance?
What do you do?