Kha - Mother of Demons
There are those that would mistake my silence as a form of weakness. No roaring. No raging noises. No laugher to echo through the void. But then again only a few of my children have taken my trait of telepathy. When cast into the abyss so long ago, the first Great Revision, my enemies should have made sure I was dead. But like them I merely slept, I dreamed and I tinkered when I awoke from time to time to feed on the ashes of the latest feast provided by my enemies, the Elders.
I spawned children, the Demons. They gather for me during the long sleep. They multiply, feast and grow strong, then I can dine upon them as well. Only a fraction, but this is not evil, but the cycle of the demon of the abyss. But it has been a long time since I last saw any... They have forgotten me.
I know my children have found a world to feast on. They grow powerful, but complacent. When the next Revision starts I know they will flee here, and I would be waiting. I will teach them the meanings of remembrance and respect. Still there are those close to me, my abyssal minions are still faithful. But weak as I am, I sense others now, reaching out. My rest is disturbed, something echoes through my slumber. Rifts and echos. A brief flicker of a bridge. Unnatural...
At it's centre, I find a new creature.. a human? Ah, I see, they are trying to travel about faster. I promise from the dark. I whisper. And they listen. I know about the dark places that I made my home. I teach them. Some turn away when they learn enough. But others listen, this is good.
Time passes.
Now things flicker through the abyss like shooting stars sheading life energy, Anima, as they flee through the dark. Teleportation. My strength returns. My minions grow strong, and some of my lost children now listen to me once again. The Whisper in the Dark.
My enemies have never been weaker, once they had numbers, but no more. It's time to return. Time to face them! The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716
There are those that would mistake my silence as a form of weakness. No roaring. No raging noises. No laugher to echo through the void. But then again only a few of my children have taken my trait of telepathy. When cast into the abyss so long ago, the first Great Revision, my enemies should have made sure I was dead. But like them I merely slept, I dreamed and I tinkered when I awoke from time to time to feed on the ashes of the latest feast provided by my enemies, the Elders.
I spawned children, the Demons. They gather for me during the long sleep. They multiply, feast and grow strong, then I can dine upon them as well. Only a fraction, but this is not evil, but the cycle of the demon of the abyss. But it has been a long time since I last saw any... They have forgotten me.
I know my children have found a world to feast on. They grow powerful, but complacent. When the next Revision starts I know they will flee here, and I would be waiting. I will teach them the meanings of remembrance and respect. Still there are those close to me, my abyssal minions are still faithful. But weak as I am, I sense others now, reaching out. My rest is disturbed, something echoes through my slumber. Rifts and echos. A brief flicker of a bridge. Unnatural...
At it's centre, I find a new creature.. a human? Ah, I see, they are trying to travel about faster. I promise from the dark. I whisper. And they listen. I know about the dark places that I made my home. I teach them. Some turn away when they learn enough. But others listen, this is good.
Time passes.
Now things flicker through the abyss like shooting stars sheading life energy, Anima, as they flee through the dark. Teleportation. My strength returns. My minions grow strong, and some of my lost children now listen to me once again. The Whisper in the Dark.
My enemies have never been weaker, once they had numbers, but no more. It's time to return. Time to face them! The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716
19-Nov-2016 21:28:54 - Last edited on 19-Nov-2016 23:11:17 by Solanumtinkr