The Summit of Power
Frost 88th, 121 AoS
Euripedes would feel the door that she kicked open spin around on impossible hinges, striking her in the rump and tossing her into the Trial of Wisdom and the door immediately disappeared after. The budding bard being booted would discover herself upon a rocky ridge. All around her was stone and sky. No life, no plants, no structures, and no people. She was utterly and truly alone. In the distance, upon various crags and minor peaks, glints and glowing could be seen.
There was no wind, nothing moved, and Euripedes would only be able to hear the heart beating within her chest. If she moved, she would not be able to hear the sound of her boots on stone. If she breathed, she couldn't hear it. If she screamed, nothing would come out. Then the objects in the distance glowed brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire area in a soft, blue light, and the world's sounds returned. The wind, the breathing, the grinding of stones underneath, it was all there.
Then a high pitched, piercing scream cut through the world, splintering Euripedes' vision. As it did, a rune the color of stone was carved into Euripedes' sternum. The glows faded through the area and it was back to a world of silence. And all through the mountain range, shadows could be seen flitting to and froe, racing around the peaks, following the ridges. They were too numerous to count, but as they collided, they merged and grew bigger. And each of them was emitting a high pitched squealing noise, like that which came off a single string of a very poorly tuned lute.
Euripedes' own shadow was dancing wildly, completely out of unison with her own body and the ambient light of the world around them. Violent, sharp, exaggerated motions in a seemingly nonsensical pattern. She would be able to feel each motion in her own body, would be able to feel it draining her physical energy as if she were making those same exact movements herself.
Frost 88th, 121 AoS
Euripedes would feel the door that she kicked open spin around on impossible hinges, striking her in the rump and tossing her into the Trial of Wisdom and the door immediately disappeared after. The budding bard being booted would discover herself upon a rocky ridge. All around her was stone and sky. No life, no plants, no structures, and no people. She was utterly and truly alone. In the distance, upon various crags and minor peaks, glints and glowing could be seen.
There was no wind, nothing moved, and Euripedes would only be able to hear the heart beating within her chest. If she moved, she would not be able to hear the sound of her boots on stone. If she breathed, she couldn't hear it. If she screamed, nothing would come out. Then the objects in the distance glowed brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire area in a soft, blue light, and the world's sounds returned. The wind, the breathing, the grinding of stones underneath, it was all there.
Then a high pitched, piercing scream cut through the world, splintering Euripedes' vision. As it did, a rune the color of stone was carved into Euripedes' sternum. The glows faded through the area and it was back to a world of silence. And all through the mountain range, shadows could be seen flitting to and froe, racing around the peaks, following the ridges. They were too numerous to count, but as they collided, they merged and grew bigger. And each of them was emitting a high pitched squealing noise, like that which came off a single string of a very poorly tuned lute.
Euripedes' own shadow was dancing wildly, completely out of unison with her own body and the ambient light of the world around them. Violent, sharp, exaggerated motions in a seemingly nonsensical pattern. She would be able to feel each motion in her own body, would be able to feel it draining her physical energy as if she were making those same exact movements herself.