The Nobodies

[Rayeth]

Some people believe that each world is layered upon another. Those of one existance meld together to form a voice. A heart, a soul. This congregation of us all is what makes our existance what it is. Our god, the force above us that we simply cannot explain, is no more than the voice of the world above us. Yes... a philosophical idea. Truth be told it's on the right track it just doesnt go far enough.

As our god cries... a mere child in another world. We feel its effects. The universe cries as well. We the children of our god look up at the rain and feel as if we are being dragged down. We hurt as our god does. A creature of divinity? No. A child in another world. He doesnt even know who he is to us. Nor do we know what he is... only that he is there. If his creations were to reach for him he would not see them. Nor would he feel them, but what if he did?

There is one among us who is a god. He doesnt know it. He just is. For when he cries there are creatures in another world that look up and feel the rain upon their faces. I will now take you to this world.



This world is without planets. Without space. Without complexity. It is a world of darkness and pain. In the distances there are dim green glows that slightly illuminate this world. If only to show that these sprawling caverns have shape. The walls of this ant farm are like tar. Once you touch them you become part of them. Only the inhabitants of this world can move freely upon the blackness. They huddle... and crawl and skulk around the endlessness.

These creatures are not beasts. They are not clawed and hulking like your typical nightmare. They are small, dark and timid. Their bodies just shapeless darkness. They come to a shape when they open their eyes and their emotion pours out. Like a field of tiny black hills they stand in the thousands. With eyes full of fear they wander and question. "Where are we?" "What are we?" "Do I have a name?" They ask with the voices of children. Seemingly lost, they cry out of fear while they stand in the cold and dark. Nothing to hold and nothing to feel. Just the cold.

These creatures spend their days sitting in the muck. How they are made and why is unknown, but they are here. Once the initial shock and confusion has set in they cease their questioning. They learn to make themselves part of the walls where they live. For Eons these things have been here. As they amass greater and greater in number they are forced to wander deeper into their unknown world. With no initiative to continue on further then they must they root themselves and wait untill it is time to move once more. Eyes closed in quietness and sorrow they sit. This world rarely stirs and when it does it is full of frightened voices and confused souls.

Occasionally the solitude in the deepest parts of this world is broken by sobbing. One of them finally could hold in it's sadness no more and it felt the need to cry. For miles the crying echoes through the cavernous world. Those who can hear it open their eyes and look around. They look for the one that cries. Right near the one that cries these creatures do nothing to dry it's tears. They look at the cryer... and hope they never feel so lost.

The sobbing will eventually stop and the eyes of thousands will close once more. Eons was it, that these creatures have existed like this. Untill one day a new feeling came into their world.

Into the world of the Nobodies.

[Rayeth]

There are places in this world where the dim green illumination cannot reach. These places reach up high where the nobodies cannot go. Newly formed nobodies fall from these holes but are never again able to climb back up. Like being dumped in an eternal hole the nobodies realize there is no where to go but down, and so that is just where they go. Such an odd world. Where could it have come from? Who could have made such a world? A higher voice, a god, had sung the right note to form such a place. Singing of course is metaphorical. The true notes struck were made by the soul itself. But what soul could have made such a place?

Such a soul exists on Azeroth.

It was his heart that gave the darkness. His soul that shed the tears. His mind that dared to wander and his body that fell to its knees. Together in a torrent of screams and questions was it that such a world came to be. The place of nightmares locked within his head, only brought to others witnessing at the discretion of the warlock, was here in this world. For every nightmare there was a lost piece of remaining soul left behind. These fragments, left with no where to go, were lost in the darkness of his heart. As all things cascade in the cosmos the way they do there is room for random probabilities to occur. What about the soul? Can worlds be born within? Yes they can. Our warlock friend is proof. There in no where this world was born out of his own feelings. Tragic is it that such a world was created in such a way, for it indeed shows what stirs within our friend.

In the world of the nobodies there are many "pitfall" type entrances to this world but none of them had ever been an exit. From each of these holes a new feeling began to show itself to the nobodies, Rain. The first drop fell and landed on the head of a nobody. It opened its eyes and looked up to see what had disturbed it. A second drop then fell on the head of one hundreds of nobodies away. The downpour then begun. In the rain thousands of these nobodies looked up at the gateways to their hell. The voices began to echo. "whats going on?" "Are we going home now?" "Mommy!" they cried on and on untill one of them began trying to climb up to the rain. The others began to follow. The idea carried itself through their universe like a wave. Soon every pitfall was swarming with nobodies as they helped each other to the surface. Teamwork, the nobodies had never felt it before.

They found a sky as they made their way through. A sky which held a moon that brightly looked down on them. Suddenly their world looked different as they now found themselves wandering through a new set of shadows. The world to them was now a labyrinth of hiding places. In the shadow of a tree, under a dark rock and anywhere else darkness hid. As the night came they saw gateways from their world into another. Each shadow in Azeroth was a window to their world.

The nobodies found something to search but still had nothing to look for. No happiness to find no substance to admire. Though that soon changed. Their god dreamed of them one night. He sat up in his bed to see them gathered around him asking their questions of who, what, why, where and how. Rayeth awoke in his room in the Rest In Peace. The nobodies heard his dream like a calling. It echoed through their world like a warm wave of comfort. They saw it in their little heads, he who had the dream. The wandering was like an ocean of these little black creatures. Slowly moving ahead with eager eyes. Eager to find their god.

Serenity was almost found, in the world of the Nobodies.

[Rayeth]

It was the mist that drew him out one night. A thin and cool fog that had set over the glades. Our warlock friend had that type of feeling in his heart like his home was calling to him. Wandering out he walked for miles untill the fog swallowed him.

The nobodies felt each and every footstep of his like a tremor in their hearts. They began to climb into ever hole and crevice they could find, taking them through the darkness and into our world. Through gates left behind in the shadows cast by trees in the moonlight, the claws of thousands began to reach out to the warlock. A pair of eyes for every pair of hands. Each and every calling out for their creator.

There are many types of fathers. Each teaches his children in a different way. Our friend doesnt yet know it, but he has children to teach. As we shall see...

To the nobodies there was but one thing to behold. Their creator, their savior. Suddenly in the darkness Rayeth's senses were surged by the presence of these things. Like a claw tearing across his mind he spun around trying to take in the sight of what had just entered this world to pay him a visit. There the eyes of thousands stared at him. For each pair of eyes a pair of dark hands reached out for him. Rayeth looked the creatures. The overwhelming feeling of their presence sent his rage into a blaze like a furious volcano... ready to erupt. He called to his dreadsteed with a crack of thunder and rode out of the mist, leaving the nobodies behind.

Sadness was the feeling of choice in their world tonight as they slid back down into the shadows. Back into their world. They felt the rage of their father like it were how they should feel. It began to envelope them... their eyes began to fill with fire as they took the shape of their new found feeling. Growing in size... twice... three times... ten times some of them grew. Among the ranks there was now differentiation between the nobodies. There were those who found themselves small and cute. Like little bunnies of shadow, antenae instead of ears. Others found themselves taking on spiderlike shapes. Two long thin legs with two long thing arms. No hands, just hooks on the ends along with a pair of eyes on the top of a small flat head.

The nobodies of small, implike or spiderlike, character had voices. Small voices, like children, though unlike humans... something was different about their voices. As if some otherworldly taint had put itself upon their mouths. These smaller creatures were high in number, timid and weak but they had much to say. Much to ask. Unlike their hulking counterparts.

For every 20 or so little nobodies there was a big one. It's head was large and round. With no neck it's head connected directly to its huge shoulders from which arms like tree trunks hung. With a lower body something like that of a gorilla it supports itself entirely by its huge arms. The legs serve no purpose as it walks, only to help it stand. With no mouth the head of one of these huge beasts bears two calm eyes with two spikes that serve as ears. The tiny nobodies cling to these "hulkers" as the little ones called them. The hulkers could not speak. They served to carry the smaller ones and protect them. The little ones would whisper commands into the ears of the hulkers and the hulkers would take action for the vocally adept little nobodies.

Odd what one emotion can do to them...

For the next days of Rayeth's life the nobodies emerged from any shadow they could to catch a glimpse of the one they were trying to reach. Their presence had a mutual effect on each other. Each time they would surface Rayeth would feel a tingle in his heart... like the nobody that came nearby was looking for help. At the same time the nobody would be in ecstacy at the sight of the only thing the nobodies had to live for. Some days would pass before the two would begin to unite.

A young world has awoken. The young world of the Nobodies.

[Garbhan]

((Awesome idea. I'd like to hear more.))

[Rayeth]

If you were to ask Rayeth's peers to describe him a few choice words would probably leave their lips. While many would choose to use words which describe him as weak or... touched, those who like and dislike him would all relate to each other in one single word. Those who hate him would say madness. Those who love him... would say madness. In all my days of watching this character grow I too believe that he is insane. Though through madness he finds his glory. He finds his purpose. The one that sees the most is he who is blind. The one that hears the most is he who is deaf. So then who is to say that the mad are truly afflicted? Is insanity a curse or a gift? You be the judge.

Once again we turn our eyes to the tavern in which Rayeth has spent much of his free time, the Rest In Peace. He sits at a table with a drink in his hand. All seems well except for the shaking one might notice in his usually steady hands. As he is observed further one might notice that his teeth are slightly chattering. Not from cold, from mental distress. Let us delve deeper into his mind shall we?

A place familiar only to him is where we can find him. There is no up or down. No here or there. You are simply in the blackness floating aimlessly. However we shall see no warlock in this place. At one time there was a soul that would reside here. Now the very caverns itself are the soul as they form into corridors and caves. If not for the eyes of thousands that would open to greet us we would see nothing. "Take us back. Please" They say to us.

The warlocks eye's scanned the tavern. Occasionally they would glance up at the darkness of the rafters above. Now and then to a shadowed corner... or under a table. Scratching would sound from these shadows. Like bugs skittering about on a wooden floor. A mage that Rayeth had known for quite some time was sitting across the tavern. He noticed Rayeth look up at the skittering noises.

"What have you brought with you my old friend?" Said Skyze. Rayeth looked at skyze with a slightly disturbed look on his face. "I dont know." He said. Some time passed... silence was the loudest thing next to the crunching and scratching coming from the shadows around the tavern.
"What are they? And why have they chosen me?" Said Rayeth quietly as he walked out of the tavern.

That night the warlock had an encounter he would never forget. Wandering around the glades he stumbled upon brill and entered the Gallow's End tavern. There he saw some familiar faces. Among them were two that would join him in his adventure. Maudib of the blackwind and a mage of The Grim named Jaeus. Both forsaken. Rayeth had only met Jaeus a few weeks ago. Their introduction was even somewhat hostile, but tonight any grudges Jaeus had against rayeth seemed to fade away. As the warlock took his seat by a window a sagely aura seemed to flow from him. Those sensitive enough to the metaphysical forces around us could not deny what they felt. It drew Jaeus and Maudib in like bugs to a zapper. They took their seats next to him.

"Has the sun gone down yet?" Said Rayeth. "Yes it has" Said Jaeus. "oh... then I may have visitors soon." Said rayeth with no emotion on his face. "Visitors?" Asked Jaeus. The end of this short dialogue was marked by maudib looking to his left and bluntly saying "Stupid" to the empty space beside him. "Dont listen to you its not you." Said maudib. Jaeus glanced at him thinking him slightly crazy, but quickly turned his attention back to Rayeth who was now slowly moving his eyes around the room. From the bar... to the ceiling... to the stair case. Jaeus turned around to see what he was gazing at. He caught a quick glimpse of a small black figure peering down the stairs from the top step. Something was laying down on the top step, peering over from time to time to see it's creator.

"Tell me warlock. What is it about the night that bothers you so much?" Asked Jaeus. "Remember when you were alive... when you were a child?" Said rayeth with a soft smile. "Of course" Replied Jaeus. "Remember when you were afraid of the dark?" Asked Rayeth. "I was never afraid of the dark" Said Jaeus. "Oh? Why not?" Asked Rayeth. "Well I knew there was nothing there to be afraid of." Said Jaeus. "Yes... well now I know that every child who was afraid of the dark had the right to be. If you ever thought you were being watched in the dark... you were." Said Rayeth. Jaeus looked interested. No doubt this conversation would go somewhere.

"What have you seen warlock? What do you know about the darkness that I should know?" Said Jaeus. "I'm not sure what I've seen... but it wont be long before you get the opportunity to see it too." Said Rayeth. It was then that a black claw scratched at the window behind Rayeth. Jaeus and Maudib peered at it curiously. "visitors..." mumbled Rayeth. Rayeth peered around at the shadows in the tavern. The look on his face becomming increasingly insane. The sagely aura began to darken... a demonic embrace wrapped itself around Rayeth as his bright eyes began to dim. Whispers began to echo through the glades outside. A soft crying could be heard from upstairs.

"I call them nobodies... they have no souls. They are just blank creatures of nothing. They are emotion and passion, nothing else. Seemingly harmless as well." Said Rayeth. "I have seen similar things before... but if they are creatures of passion and emotion as you say than what prevents rage and murder from governing their actions?" Said Jaeus. Rayeth did not answer. Rayeth then rose to his feet and began walking upstairs. The two followed him. As they walked up the stairs the window on the wall where the staircase pivots had eyes looking through it. Swarmed with darkness only their claws tapping on the class and their deep eyes gave any meaning to that window. Rayeth ignored them... but Maudib and Jaeus eyed them curiously. Atop the steps in a dark corner sat a pair of eyes from which the sobbing came from. The little creature spoke with the voice of a child. Tainted and thick though... almost sickening. It flashed away like a black bolt of lightning. The three of them then headed downstairs and outside of the tavern where they got atop their mounts.

In the world of the nobodies the feeling of their creator's presence washed over them and sent them into a state of ecstacy. Like drones the little nobodies sank into the bodies of the many hulkers. No emotion. Their eyes sank and the perky posture they once had did as well. The hulkers began their march into Azeroth. Fists slowly pounding. Eager eyes pushing ahead. A loud and bellowing cry echoing through their world. Huge fists pounding their chests. It had begun.

Riding slowly down the road the three forsaken rode in the direction of the northern shore. The road began to sink below the surrounding hills. From the bushes atop those hills little nobodies would appear at a glance. Occasionally there would be the woosh of a hulker rushing behind the trees. Rayeth motioned for the others to stop. "What the..." said Jaeus as the three of them looked ahead at the bend in the road. There in the forest stood dozens of little nobodies along with 5 or 6 hulkers. The group of these dark creatures just stared straight back. Rayeth began slowly riding again. The others followed. Continuing on they stopped again as they reached a plagued farmstead. There in the dead fields there stood an ocean of nobodies. In the thousands they stood. Hulkers in the hundreds.

On they went... untill they reached the shore. Lined up side by side they looked out at the ocean. Rayeth began to breathe heavily. The swarming of his children behind him began to overwhelm him. He turned around and looked upon what he had made. The nobodies began to creep towards him. Maudib and Jaeus backed away and watched. The swarm of them surrounding him grew quiet as a nobody unlike the other varieties approached him. This one had little shape. Its body blew behind it like a wind was trying to blow it away like a pile of dust. Only its shoulders, arms, and head were stable. Sharp looking claws and muscular arms reached out to Rayeth. It's head bearing tendrils of shadow like hair in the wind with no visible evidence of eyes. It had no mouth yet a voice came from it. A voice that took rayeth's breath away... as it was the calm smooth voice that he called his own in life. Rayeth took the creature's hand and pulled it up onto the back of his dreadsteed. There it sat behind him and held onto him tightly with one arm.

"Can we go home now?" Asked the creature... Rayeth looked to his companions Jaeus and maudib. "Thank you two... You will see me again." Said Rayeth. Happiness in his voice, as if he had been fulfilled. "Be careful Rayeth" Said Jaeus just before Rayeth rode off into the distance. An army of pounding hulkers behind him carrying their friends. And they rode off into the glades. On and on until they found a ledge hanging over the ocean, basking in the moonlight. There Rayeth sat with his children all around.

Darkness set into that place. It grew darker and darker untill the shadow was so thick that it could have been considered another world. For no others around would have seen any of it. There in the shadow of their world the two had finally joined. Emotion and Passion came together with Reason and Power. There in the swirling shadow of their world a dark purple crescent moon looked down on them. The eyes of the nobodies glowing like the volatile summoning magic displayed by a warlock. There they danced and raged around their god in a circle of worship. Tiny nobodies hopping on his shoulders and head while hulkers circled him in a furious rage. Swinging and pounding their arms in a tribal, ritual like fashion.

The last thing you would see before this story ends is the evil smile on Rayeth's face as his children surrounded him in demonic praise.

Since the beginning Rayeth had an obscure goal. To be he, him the one. The creator... a god. Owner of dimensions, creator of worlds. The goal eventually stood down only to be achieved later on accidentally. Not a god of everything... for even our god has a god. And his god a god. None the less... rayeth had made an existance, he had made a world and a race. By fate or chance it is not known which, but the two have come together in harmony. For the rest of eternity the unification shall last, and nothing can stand in their way.

Welcome to the world... of The Nobodies.

The End

[Jaeus]

I loved seeing my name =D

Interesting story though, Rayeth, now I can see them more clear then I could through the motes :P