by The Kingpin » Fri Sep 16, 2011 12:56 am
It's been a long time since I sensed THAT entity's presence in this plane murmured Gilgamesh's voice in Arashi's mind as the Dragon flew overhead. "Indulge me" responded the Dragon amusedly, having sensed the entity below, curious but not too distracted by it at the moment, though he decided to linger once Gilgamesh mentioned it, knowing the Demon was not one for pointless discussion. I began to sense it over the last century, drifting to and fro across Aster. Your prison did not lock me away from the world entirely. Though I could not interact, I could still feel. A fact I have you to thank, no doubt said the Demon, the last line being cold and bitter. "Oh, I couldn't just leave you there, stewing with your own thoughts for a millennium. You'd have ended up a lot less cooperative by the time I decided to put you to good use otherwise. Better to let you feel what was around you...keep you stimulated, occupied. But enough of the matter. Continue about this being..." rumbled Arashi in response. Indeed....This entity feeds off and takes pleasure in chaos and discord. The few times it passed nearby, I could feel the very land around me seem to lose balance. Animals that usually cooperated turned on eachother. Huntsmen in the forest during it's passing fighting or killing one another. T'was quite amusing. I believe it has the credit of being one of the only things to make me laugh throughout my time in that rock you locked me away in. Pity it didn't last long though. What happened to it, I cannot rightly say. It drifted out of reach of my senses one day, and I have neither felt nor seen trace of it since responded Gilgamesh, tone tinted with the particularly pleasant memory of Gryphons colliding with trees as they grappled in mid-air during a hunt. "An entity of chaos....an interesting concept" rumbled the Dragon amusedly...
Beyond the fog of the settling silt shimmered whitish lights, speckling what looked like a massive collection of large, smooth seashells, arranged in such a way to resemble a small city. the smooth ground beneath it resembled a spiralling conch, upon which dozens of smaller shells grew. and were the sight of the formation not spectacular enough, the organisation of the lighting and the movement if figures across the distant formation only served to confirm the insane thought. It was a city. a true city. all around it, a series of inwards curving spires shimmered with light, a silvery transparent sheet seeming to extend between them, forming a gigantic, strangely angular bubble. "So this is why Nobody has found Zuppoland....It's been down here this whole time" rumbled Septimus in his native tongue, sounding like a strangely beautiful blend of bird and whale song, musical, yet haunting, the Common Asterian tongue unable to be conveyed comfortably beneath the waves...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG