Frost 21st Myles dreamscape.
Another night of fitful sleep is punctuated by the familiar pillar.
Opening his eyes Myles felt himself hanging from the chains of the ashen pillar, restrained once more, but something was different this time. No cultists… no sounds but the wind. Pulling against the chains Myles yanked against them and they crumbled to rust as if time innumerable had taken it’s toll on them. Taking up a tattered black cloth from the ruined courtyard he found himself in he tied it around his waist clothing himself.
Silence… the small village with its sacrificial pillar in the center seemed empty now… With no real direction and no desire to be in the village any longer Myles followed the road out of it into the deep forest that surrounded the hamlet. The sun had set and the clouds seemed to be bathed in an eternal crimson glow that cast the world in a malevolent werelight.
Walking own the thin trail Myles occasionally glanced over his shoulder at the ominous sacrificial pillar he’d been scorched upon before. It seemed that no matter how far away from it he walked, it never grew smaller in the background. The trees of the forest were thick and in many places it seemed that it was near impossible to leave the thin trail due the denseness of the underbrush and trees. The skin on his neck prickled with paranoia, he couldn’t shake the feeling he was being watched, weather it be the forest or the ashen pillar looming in the distance, never out of sight to spite the distance gained.
Letting his feet fall quicker and quicker Myles began to run holding the black cloth about his waist tied tight as he ran his eyes scanning the trees for any threats. Ever watching the looming pillar glowering in the distance.
Another night of fitful sleep is punctuated by the familiar pillar.
Opening his eyes Myles felt himself hanging from the chains of the ashen pillar, restrained once more, but something was different this time. No cultists… no sounds but the wind. Pulling against the chains Myles yanked against them and they crumbled to rust as if time innumerable had taken it’s toll on them. Taking up a tattered black cloth from the ruined courtyard he found himself in he tied it around his waist clothing himself.
Silence… the small village with its sacrificial pillar in the center seemed empty now… With no real direction and no desire to be in the village any longer Myles followed the road out of it into the deep forest that surrounded the hamlet. The sun had set and the clouds seemed to be bathed in an eternal crimson glow that cast the world in a malevolent werelight.
Walking own the thin trail Myles occasionally glanced over his shoulder at the ominous sacrificial pillar he’d been scorched upon before. It seemed that no matter how far away from it he walked, it never grew smaller in the background. The trees of the forest were thick and in many places it seemed that it was near impossible to leave the thin trail due the denseness of the underbrush and trees. The skin on his neck prickled with paranoia, he couldn’t shake the feeling he was being watched, weather it be the forest or the ashen pillar looming in the distance, never out of sight to spite the distance gained.
Letting his feet fall quicker and quicker Myles began to run holding the black cloth about his waist tied tight as he ran his eyes scanning the trees for any threats. Ever watching the looming pillar glowering in the distance.
