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She stood at the cliff long before the others had arrived, long enough to survey her surroundings in peace, before Carnage invaded their heads once more. There seems to be nothing. Just a chasm of emptiness that mimics the world of the dead, well, other than that god awful buzzing. She wishes that buzzing would go away, but it remains, reverberating throughout her body and mind. Blasphemare does her best to ignore it, since her magic seemed unwilling to do anything for her here, but that’s difficult, as the sound shakes the very core of her existence.
As she surveys the nothingness over the cliff, a slight shimmer catches her eye. She stares at it for a time, wondering about it, but since she has been tasked to wait, she soon grows bored and begins scouring the nothingness for anything else, perhaps something like it. But there is nothing.
Finally, the others begin to arrive. They arrive in droves, having struggled through the fog. She couldn’t blame them. The fog had nearly swallowed her own sanity whole, and she wonders if any of them (including herself) would ever be entirely whole again. Probably not, but this was a Carnage quest, after all. What more could they expect?
After everyone’s arrival, she felt him. He felt out of place in her head, like a thorn digging into the deepest recesses of her mind. For a moment, Blasphemare closes her eyes, not wanting to give him what he wants. However, this was his quest, so she carefully peels her eyes open once more to look at the slight shimmer in the nothingness. She could feel his thoughts in her head, and the sensation nearly causes her to wretch, but she stands sturdy and stares carefully at the shimmering patch–no, mouth. It is a mouth that wants to swallow her whole.
Suddenly, she feels a sense of fear growing within her. This was unusual, as fear was not something she commonly experienced. It actually forces her to take a step back, breaking her line of sight with the shimmering “mouth”. Recognizing this, she forces herself to move forward again, just as his words slide through her veins like icy poison. She would have to jump into the “mouth”.
Utterly bewildered, Blasphemare shakes her head–not unlike she is saying “no.” However, she would go through, as this was a quest, and there was no backing out now. She draws a deep breath into her shaking lungs and closes her eyes. She had stared long enough at the void to know exactly where it was.
And then she had jumped. It didn’t take long for the buzzing sound to disappear, though she could still hear it like a distant, mocking laughter in her bones. When she opens her eyes, she stares into a strange world. Nothing seems right here, and the distant horizon moves, almost like a mountain of bugs crawling on top of each other. She shakes her head, the buzzing still there, haunting her.
She swallows a lump in her throat and stares for a moment before she realizes that she should take stock of herself. That hole had been hungry. No doubt it had stolen something from her, stolen it and ate it. She first checks her physical form, and everything is all there. Then she scans her mind, carefully and methodically, for there is much there. And there is definitely something missing. She felt nothing. No sadness, no shame, no fear, no guilt, no happiness, no nothing. The shimmer had stolen her emotions.
</div><p class="blasphemare_red_quote">Like a fine, aged wine</p></div></center>
She stood at the cliff long before the others had arrived, long enough to survey her surroundings in peace, before Carnage invaded their heads once more. There seems to be nothing. Just a chasm of emptiness that mimics the world of the dead, well, other than that god awful buzzing. She wishes that buzzing would go away, but it remains, reverberating throughout her body and mind. Blasphemare does her best to ignore it, since her magic seemed unwilling to do anything for her here, but that’s difficult, as the sound shakes the very core of her existence.
As she surveys the nothingness over the cliff, a slight shimmer catches her eye. She stares at it for a time, wondering about it, but since she has been tasked to wait, she soon grows bored and begins scouring the nothingness for anything else, perhaps something like it. But there is nothing.
Finally, the others begin to arrive. They arrive in droves, having struggled through the fog. She couldn’t blame them. The fog had nearly swallowed her own sanity whole, and she wonders if any of them (including herself) would ever be entirely whole again. Probably not, but this was a Carnage quest, after all. What more could they expect?
After everyone’s arrival, she felt him. He felt out of place in her head, like a thorn digging into the deepest recesses of her mind. For a moment, Blasphemare closes her eyes, not wanting to give him what he wants. However, this was his quest, so she carefully peels her eyes open once more to look at the slight shimmer in the nothingness. She could feel his thoughts in her head, and the sensation nearly causes her to wretch, but she stands sturdy and stares carefully at the shimmering patch–no, mouth. It is a mouth that wants to swallow her whole.
Suddenly, she feels a sense of fear growing within her. This was unusual, as fear was not something she commonly experienced. It actually forces her to take a step back, breaking her line of sight with the shimmering “mouth”. Recognizing this, she forces herself to move forward again, just as his words slide through her veins like icy poison. She would have to jump into the “mouth”.
Utterly bewildered, Blasphemare shakes her head–not unlike she is saying “no.” However, she would go through, as this was a quest, and there was no backing out now. She draws a deep breath into her shaking lungs and closes her eyes. She had stared long enough at the void to know exactly where it was.
And then she had jumped. It didn’t take long for the buzzing sound to disappear, though she could still hear it like a distant, mocking laughter in her bones. When she opens her eyes, she stares into a strange world. Nothing seems right here, and the distant horizon moves, almost like a mountain of bugs crawling on top of each other. She shakes her head, the buzzing still there, haunting her.
She swallows a lump in her throat and stares for a moment before she realizes that she should take stock of herself. That hole had been hungry. No doubt it had stolen something from her, stolen it and ate it. She first checks her physical form, and everything is all there. Then she scans her mind, carefully and methodically, for there is much there. And there is definitely something missing. She felt nothing. No sadness, no shame, no fear, no guilt, no happiness, no nothing. The shimmer had stolen her emotions.
</div><p class="blasphemare_red_quote">Like a fine, aged wine</p></div></center>