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 Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 6:12 pm
Here he was, standing before a goddess. And she had a bag for him! He liked gifts. Well. He never had any gifts before. But the idea of receiving something sounded pretty nice. Unfortunately, the bag was empty. That was a bit of a letdown.
Rochiej was soon given a pair of scissors and a task. Retrieve a heart. That sounded simple enough.
Anything for the Goddess.
Grinning, he set off. When he came upon the three doors, he went on into the middle. There wasn't any real reason for it. He just picked that one so he could get things over with.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 6:25 pm
Once inside, he could hear people calling and cheering for him. It felt pretty nice, really. He could have sworn he saw them too. A blur of faces and figures, each calling out a name.
When the door closed, the vision faded, leaving only a lingering image in his eyes. It was dark in here, but he could hear a faint thud from somewhere in the room. With no other leads, he went on towards the source of the sound, but something soon blocked his path. Oh. It was the crate. The thing was opened, and something weird was sticking out. Rochiej took a hold of it, stopping the noise from resounding in the room.
There was something in the box, wedged in nicely. There was tattered fabric all around within. But most importantly, he could see the heart glowing yellow inside. There was his goal. He just needed to cut away the cloth covering it up.
The train was filling up rapidly with various students. But he soon spotted one opening. It was a seat right next to a purple, tentacle-haired female. He seated himself beside her, which seemed to come as a sort of surprise.
"Don't suppose you have any idea of where we're headed?" he asked as he took the spot.
I don't. That's half the fun, isn't it? she replied. There was no visible mouth on her face, and her words slipped into his mind rather than his ears. It was an odd sensation, but not necessarily bad.
Who are you? She asked boldly, not really much for subtleness. I haven't seen you around here before, not that I've been around long myself. I'm Riley.
"That's true," he replied before giving his name in turn...
Rochiej blinked as this came to him, not entirely certain what that was just now. A memory, it seemed, but he wasn't sure what had spurred that. In any case, he now had the heart in hand. And it was soon placed into the bag.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 6:33 pm
Satisfied with his work, Rochiej began to make his way to return to the Goddess with the heart. Water was rapidly rising in the room, though he couldn't quite say why. No matter where he tried to go, it just became deeper and deeper. Lightly, he frowned, trying to find his way out.
Give it back.
The voice slipped into this mind. No one was around though. Not that he could tell. That was... until he was too late. All of the sudden, he was submerged, being pushed down. The same featureless face that he had seen in his memory was staring at him now, though her eyes were sunken, and her skin was discolored too.
There was a rush of air as he soared over the lands. The night was calm, cool, and the stars were shining brilliantly as ever. There was a small weight upon his back. Noticeable, but it barely impacted his ability to fly. There was something more that he could feel. It was something that he would never be able to describe.
He could feel her. Not in a physical sense, but something much deeper. The things she felt, he did as well. And vice versa. And thus, the exhilaration of flight was doubled as he dove towards the ground.
She would be his only rider. No other would have the chance to feel this way. To share this...
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 6:36 pm
It was hard to wrap his mind around it. An incredibly strong bond. But he felt no such thing now. No... all he felt was that he was drowning, and if he didn't do something, he would perish here.
He didn't have time to figure out what all of this meant.
Thrashing about, Rochiej was forced to plunge the scissors into her form. A terrible keening noise sounded out. His head pounded as it struck his mind, hard. But then it was all gone.
The water.
The Illithid.
Gone.
Breathing heavily, he looked around, trying to see what had just happened. No. It was time to leave.
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