Journal entry for the current Lord of Valanice and information regarding House Castellan.
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Rakarth.
Nov 22, 2017
Fear of Fate
*Darkness..That's all Lorian could see..It felt disturbing, disgusting as it felt like it was something more, as if the very shadows themselves were drawn and devoured by what was before him. The leather boots of the Lord were upon the onyx shaded ground, lifting the right leg up he found it was both liquid and solid..How odd..Upon attempting to kneel down and touch the substance beneath him it'd slither always being just out of reach before he'd take a step forward, the ripple sent out showing a reflection of spires that pierced the sky above him before a voice came from behind him, a soft whisper as he felt it lean against his back but it weighed nothing. Flowing chestnut locks slithered over his shoulders but he couldn't move to see it, casting no reflection upon the surface beneath him..*
Lorians soft voice was the first to shatter the odd silence. "This isn't real."
"It could be.." *Replied the soft whisper*
"I'm making the assumption that this is a dream."
"Quick as always.." *Soft whisper let out a childish giggle before letting out a satisfied breath of air*
"Where am I?"
"Where do you think?"
"Judging by the vast nothingness and odd substance beneath my feet i'd say that this is a manifestation of my current subconscious."
*Silence followed before the voice cracked into a burst of giggling before he felt a soft nail run along the back of his neck, the soft tone spoke words as if they were serpents and slid into his ear* "Close..But not..Quite..Try again.."
*Lorian didn't have a single clue as he'd take a few moments before turning his head, chestnut hair flowing swiftly as he did but didn't find anything to see before the voice gave out a simple* "That's cheating..Let me show you something..Please." *The reflection shifted and focused upon a large spire, it began to move into the spire and upstairs where a throne that was above all else sat..Empty..* "Tempting isn't it?"
"The chair doesn't give you power.." *Lorian stated firmly*
"Blood doesn't give you a right either." *The voice added calmly*
"Power must be taken along with anything you desire." *Lorian stated to finish the subject at hand.*
"You can't do that if you're afraid of yourself.." *The voice chimed in with another sheepish giggle.*
*Lorian took a moment to himself as those words sank into his gut like a dagger* "I'm not afraid of myself.."
"You're afraid Lorian...So..So..Scared..To admit what you are.."
"Silence."
"Make me.."
*Lorian shifted around to notice nothing as the voice began to fade out stating* "Embrace what you are...Stop fighting.." *The substance beneath his feet began to shift as it'd slither u[ his trousers, tendrils snapping out to grip his arms and wrap around his neck as he was dragged into the abyss without a chance of retaliation..Waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat..*
Fear of Fate
*Darkness..That's all Lorian could see..It felt disturbing, disgusting as it felt like it was something more, as if the very shadows themselves were drawn and devoured by what was before him. The leather boots of the Lord were upon the onyx shaded ground, lifting the right leg up he found it was both liquid and solid..How odd..Upon attempting to kneel down and touch the substance beneath him it'd slither always being just out of reach before he'd take a step forward, the ripple sent out showing a reflection of spires that pierced the sky above him before a voice came from behind him, a soft whisper as he felt it lean against his back but it weighed nothing. Flowing chestnut locks slithered over his shoulders but he couldn't move to see it, casting no reflection upon the surface beneath him..*
Lorians soft voice was the first to shatter the odd silence. "This isn't real."
"It could be.." *Replied the soft whisper*
"I'm making the assumption that this is a dream."
"Quick as always.." *Soft whisper let out a childish giggle before letting out a satisfied breath of air*
"Where am I?"
"Where do you think?"
"Judging by the vast nothingness and odd substance beneath my feet i'd say that this is a manifestation of my current subconscious."
*Silence followed before the voice cracked into a burst of giggling before he felt a soft nail run along the back of his neck, the soft tone spoke words as if they were serpents and slid into his ear* "Close..But not..Quite..Try again.."
*Lorian didn't have a single clue as he'd take a few moments before turning his head, chestnut hair flowing swiftly as he did but didn't find anything to see before the voice gave out a simple* "That's cheating..Let me show you something..Please." *The reflection shifted and focused upon a large spire, it began to move into the spire and upstairs where a throne that was above all else sat..Empty..* "Tempting isn't it?"
"The chair doesn't give you power.." *Lorian stated firmly*
"Blood doesn't give you a right either." *The voice added calmly*
"Power must be taken along with anything you desire." *Lorian stated to finish the subject at hand.*
"You can't do that if you're afraid of yourself.." *The voice chimed in with another sheepish giggle.*
*Lorian took a moment to himself as those words sank into his gut like a dagger* "I'm not afraid of myself.."
"You're afraid Lorian...So..So..Scared..To admit what you are.."
"Silence."
"Make me.."
*Lorian shifted around to notice nothing as the voice began to fade out stating* "Embrace what you are...Stop fighting.." *The substance beneath his feet began to shift as it'd slither u[ his trousers, tendrils snapping out to grip his arms and wrap around his neck as he was dragged into the abyss without a chance of retaliation..Waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat..*