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Phalomir
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posted 01-26-2004 01:37 AM
(((OCC: Continues from And Into the Fire in this forum. We should find Phalomir, Galen, and Thoran at the very least...))) Phalomir stirred, the effects of the Claw still ringing in his mind. He reached a hand to his forehead to help steady himself, and as he scratched at the base of a horn he slowly realized that in the state of consciousness he was in, he shouldn’t be able to scratch his horn. “What strangeness has happened here?” he asked himself. He looked down at his hand. It appeared solid, yet he knew that he had not re-entered his body. Yet he certainly seemed to be in some sort of solid form, for he could not see the rocks through his hand… Rocks? Phalomir slowly moved his eyes upward. He was sitting on a flat, rocky ground at the top of a small hill. Around him were many rocks of varying sizes, scattered throughout the surrounding ground. The sky was dark, yet not quite a nighttime sky. No stars shown in the night, no moons, no sun… no shadows. Yet a light was cast from somewhere. He glanced about the hillside, then was awed by the vast stretches of rocks and hills stretching out in all directions, reaching across the countryside until the hills gave way to mountains in the distance. Further away, volcanoes spewed out red smoke and fire, strange silhouettes against the bizarre, liquid sky. Phalomir blinked, his eyes catching movement all across the horizon. He tried to focus but had much difficulty in narrowing his vision. It was if the hills themselves moved, then he realized that he was watching hordes of… something… moving along the ground in many directions in the distance. Where was he? What had happened to Jharmeen? Had she indeed used the Claw as he suspected? But why, what had possessed her to do…. Possessed! Sudden realization shown upon him, is eyes growing wider with every passing second. He sat back with his hands upon the ground, and he noticed the cold, odd texture of the dirt… or whatever substance this was. It was all at once rubbery, spongy, and liquid, yet still remained solid. He again glanced to the sky. Upon closer examination, he could see it twisting and writhing in a horribly familiar way. Yes, he was in the black river, he had to be. Or at least, he was in the realm to which the black river led. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of shifting stone behind him, and he spun around quickly to face whoever.. or whatever… had come to visit. |