Legends of Belariath
Archaon Ebonscale
Revelation
The high noon sky above, rays of sunshine beaming down upon a vast civilization that flourished in a time of peace, prosperity...holding no prejudice to those that had come and gone about their buisnesses. Streets flooded with traders, merchants, jugglers and bards all around..whispering, telling of the tales of dragons, men, and the legends of myth here and there..songs bolstering a festive atmosphere throughout the land. Men, elves, dwarves all around celebrating the fact of life...libation and parties as far as any eye could see...the land flourished with a vast bounty of flora and fauna all around...and a vast sea at its northern border..a Shangri-La taken form.
A flash...
Gone now..a lifeless barren wasteland..rubble, broken trees...burnt corpses and the scars of war are all that is left of this once proud and highly prized jewel of the coast. A large hole in the land torn into the very earth itself...dark, abyssal..a void. A vision of terror, of mass destruction..what could have done this?
A flash...
Darkness..lit torches guiding paths throughout a vast system of underworld caves and holes. Dark presences walking about..male, female..agony, torture..screams everywhere you turn. A high elf crucified to a makeshift cross like apparatus..the mere agony the ragged elf screams in horror as the dark presences form a line, mercilessly raping her to literal death. Human males ghostly in appearance being dragged by a leash and collar..female dark ones leading them on..the pale, emaciated forms carrying scars and wounds of endless telltale punishments.
A flash...
Before your sights..measly little pawns that offer up their very lives to your services...a very large claw taking hold of a female sylvan elf, stripped naked, bruised, battered, raped beyond knowing. Trembling before your eyes, she screams in terror..and it stops..the ichor of life within the taloned claw...the female crushed without remorse, without pity in the huge appendage. Bring Me My Servant! A very bold, booming voice eachoing throughout the area..full of dread, of anger and hellbent fury.
A flash...
The Lonely Inn...my room...heavy set breathing..sweat beading upon my forehead as I lay there in my bed. Must have been a Dream.