11-24-2024, 10:43 PM
I'VE WALKED THE EARTH AND THERE ARE SO FEW HERE THAT KNOW
HOW DARK THE NIGHT AND JUST HOW COLD THE WIND CAN BLOW
HOW DARK THE NIGHT AND JUST HOW COLD THE WIND CAN BLOW
Kreed, as she introduces herself, describes herself as the keeper of the Chamber. Tiernen nods, his expression one of quiet understanding. Though Beqanna has shifted and evolved over the expanse of her long life, the framework of its lands has remained relatively constant during his own. Not every land was a monarchy; some preferred to see themselves as guardians rather than rulers. And that’s all anyone really was here, anyway; he did not think any mortal could truly rule over any of Beqanna’s lands, not when she herself is so flooded with a magic that pulses as if a living thing. She was never shy about showing her contempt at being mistreated, either, reducing lands to rubble and dust, or stripping inhabitants of their magic.
He’d had enough run-ins with Beqanna’s gods to still stoke a healthy ember of fear in regards to them.
“I was simply passing through,” he explains, his voice even and measured. She had been correct in her observation—his life lacked direction at the moment. “I was born in Loess, but it no longer exists. It hasn’t for a long time now.” His gaze shifts momentarily, thinking of the fallen kingdom. Loess was gone, not just in name but in body—lost beneath the peculiar haze that now veiled parts of Beqanna. Even before that fog had swallowed it, his last glimpse of Loess had been of stony ridges, their jagged remains forming a tenuous land bridge across the floodwaters to Tephra (now also gone).
Tiernen’s eyes return to Kreed, lingering on the blood trailing from her eyes. It adds to the unsettling aura that clings to her like a shadow, making her seem otherworldly and strange. He wonders what kind of creatures call this forest home, imagining that her company might consist only of beings equally macabre and enigmatic. “How long have you guarded the Chamber, if you don’t mind me asking?”
He’d had enough run-ins with Beqanna’s gods to still stoke a healthy ember of fear in regards to them.
“I was simply passing through,” he explains, his voice even and measured. She had been correct in her observation—his life lacked direction at the moment. “I was born in Loess, but it no longer exists. It hasn’t for a long time now.” His gaze shifts momentarily, thinking of the fallen kingdom. Loess was gone, not just in name but in body—lost beneath the peculiar haze that now veiled parts of Beqanna. Even before that fog had swallowed it, his last glimpse of Loess had been of stony ridges, their jagged remains forming a tenuous land bridge across the floodwaters to Tephra (now also gone).
Tiernen’s eyes return to Kreed, lingering on the blood trailing from her eyes. It adds to the unsettling aura that clings to her like a shadow, making her seem otherworldly and strange. He wonders what kind of creatures call this forest home, imagining that her company might consist only of beings equally macabre and enigmatic. “How long have you guarded the Chamber, if you don’t mind me asking?”
T I E R N E N
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Kreed