06-22-2016, 01:29 AM
Deimōs braced for the blow from a blade that would never come, the sounds of fighting suddenly fading away from his ears. Opening his eyes, he saw before him a black void contrasting with a bright white silhouette. It felt to him like the being was somehow grinning despite its facelessness. Thoughts raced in his head upon seeing the being.
'Am I dead?'
'What god is this?'
'It doesn't look like any god I know of...'
'Maybe it's that one 'true' god those Elandrians like to tout about?'
His musings were interrupted when the being began to speak. The thing, Omni, he noted it was called, gave vague explanation for his current situation, though it raised more questions than it answers. From the sound of his explanation, there would be competition for this omnilium stuff, whatever it was. Before he could question the situation more, he suddenly found himself on solid ground, surrounded by a white expanse. Deimōs turned around, surveying his surroundings, to be met with a large fountain behind him. It was quite large, made of a strange dark purple metal. The piping was frantic, branching out from a central point some ten feet above the base of the fountain. The pipes straggled out every which way, branching off each other like the tendrils of a neuron. He stared up at it, wondering how so much mass was held up by the singular pipe leading upward to the twisted mass. Perhaps nothing in this place made any sense, but what would be something he'd just have to figure out.
'Am I dead?'
'What god is this?'
'It doesn't look like any god I know of...'
'Maybe it's that one 'true' god those Elandrians like to tout about?'
His musings were interrupted when the being began to speak. The thing, Omni, he noted it was called, gave vague explanation for his current situation, though it raised more questions than it answers. From the sound of his explanation, there would be competition for this omnilium stuff, whatever it was. Before he could question the situation more, he suddenly found himself on solid ground, surrounded by a white expanse. Deimōs turned around, surveying his surroundings, to be met with a large fountain behind him. It was quite large, made of a strange dark purple metal. The piping was frantic, branching out from a central point some ten feet above the base of the fountain. The pipes straggled out every which way, branching off each other like the tendrils of a neuron. He stared up at it, wondering how so much mass was held up by the singular pipe leading upward to the twisted mass. Perhaps nothing in this place made any sense, but what would be something he'd just have to figure out.