09-15-2014, 03:11 PM
Deep within the bleeding mountains, past the deep tar pits where primordial creatures had died from drowning the black abyss of the mountain's blood, two creatures, not men, not monster, walk about. One, clad in purple cloths, and purple cloth feather trinkets wades about, using his staff to probe for area's of deep tar. The other, tall, with a deep greenish yellow skin, his skin slightly cracked from the arid air, and the drying tar.
"Is it here?" The green man asks, his voice sounding like that of a teen, despite his towering figure.
"Hmm...not yet....." The purple one says, his voice having a slight lisp, and with a sorta joyous tone.
The two keep trudging up out of the waist high tar the two had been in. The two continue up their path, managing to dodge rock slides and a few tar spurts. Making their way to the top, a bright white flower among the tar stands out, a speck of light among the darkness.
"Here is is......" The purple man says, as he reaches down and picks the flower. Crushing it in his hand, he adds it to a small cloth pouch, and then pours the pouch's contents into a flask. He hands it to the young troll, who drinks deeply of it...and then his mind heads to a different realm, one known as nothel's realm, and while there, he meets an odd creature, one who is dark, yet light, similar to the realm, but not a part of it...and in this state of different mind, Naz'ruk agrees to Omni's request, and is whisked away to the nexus. Back in the realm of his birth, the purple man can be seen dancing atop the mountain, shouting something about ascension. Once there, within the nexus, the confused troll boy stumbles though a gate, to the verse of the pale more...where he ends up passing out in the middle of a small town, due to the effects of the drink.....
"Is it here?" The green man asks, his voice sounding like that of a teen, despite his towering figure.
"Hmm...not yet....." The purple one says, his voice having a slight lisp, and with a sorta joyous tone.
The two keep trudging up out of the waist high tar the two had been in. The two continue up their path, managing to dodge rock slides and a few tar spurts. Making their way to the top, a bright white flower among the tar stands out, a speck of light among the darkness.
"Here is is......" The purple man says, as he reaches down and picks the flower. Crushing it in his hand, he adds it to a small cloth pouch, and then pours the pouch's contents into a flask. He hands it to the young troll, who drinks deeply of it...and then his mind heads to a different realm, one known as nothel's realm, and while there, he meets an odd creature, one who is dark, yet light, similar to the realm, but not a part of it...and in this state of different mind, Naz'ruk agrees to Omni's request, and is whisked away to the nexus. Back in the realm of his birth, the purple man can be seen dancing atop the mountain, shouting something about ascension. Once there, within the nexus, the confused troll boy stumbles though a gate, to the verse of the pale more...where he ends up passing out in the middle of a small town, due to the effects of the drink.....