Risticus
01-04-2008, 12:11 AM
A night in the plaguelands, the smell of death surrounding anything that lies within its fields of strife. The only noise rather than the screams of horror in the night, are the hooves of the Forsaken Horse, Terothis. A blind elf sat upon the saddle, no look within the hood that shielded those blind eyes for which lay within it. His head is tilted upwards, as if looking for the sky, his nostrils twitching to every smell he sensed, and strangely, his ears having no reaction to the faint screams and cries in the distance.
The elf had been riding for days and days, as if he were looking for something, something that called to him with no voice, or something that had begged for his presence. His presence surely had alerted something in the Plaguelands, for the screaming stopped, as did his horse. The horse reared, and reared again, something had spooked it, and that something was nearing. The elf struggled to calm the horse, patting its sides and speaking soothing words, but his struggle was futile, the third time it reared, he fell to the ground, nearly knocking the breath out of him. He hears his horse gallop away at high speed, making no attempt to call for it, but he only lay there upon the dead soil, the dirt leaving stains upon the cloak he lay on.
A giggle is heard, not far away at all. It sounded as if a child had been only feet away from him, but the elf thought to himself "What would a child be doing in the Plaguelands?" The elf gripped the little grass and weeds left upon the ground, pulling himself to his knees, as he scanned the area for any sound or smell he could find. The figure comes closer now, as if he were face to face with whatever it was, as it shouts "Come Brother! Come play with me! ...Risticus!" He sat upon his knees shocked, his mouth gaped open, visible from beneath his hood. Could this be his sister? Felora? No... but she was consumed by the plague only months ago.. it could not be her. The Blind Elf spoke.. "Felora..." He seemed to struggle to speak, still shocked from disbeleif. "Come on Brother! Play with me! Play with me!" He wanted to stand, but he could'nt, but now... the voice seemed to grow impatient or annoyed, "Brother.... Come play with me, Now." It spoke in a forceful tone, making the Elf flinch. "You... you are'nt Felora... Leave here! I know my own sister!" All sound ceased around the elf, he could no longer hear, nor sense the figure.. but he assumed it was not over.
He stood cautiously, dusting himself off as his head tilted backwards, sniffing the air slowly. Suddenly laughter came from almost inches away, but this time it was not the voice of a little girl, let alone his sister. The voice was one with demonic origin, a dark one. He stammered when he spoke, "Wh- What are you, dark one..." The laughter ceased immediatly as he spoke, the figure holding his tounge for a few seconds, but then speaking in a tounge for which the elf could not decipher, "Lok' vrosh, tel' hammat kron krawl hashhat." The blind elf said nothing, what could he say to such a foreign language... The figure laughed once more, the tone growing deeper with every chuckle. "You do not speak the language of my people... Elf... oh, but you will soon.." He continues to laugh, but the elf does not allow it, breaking his laughter he asks, "What do you want with me... I have done nothing!" The figure steps closer to the elf, kneeling down to be at the same height, "It is not what you have'nt done... Risticus.... It is what you -WILL- do." He lets out a slight chuckle once more, more breif than the last. The Blind Elf speaks up once more, "How do you know my name, Dark One, when I do not have yours.." The figure was quick to answer, "I have not given it, Risticus, nor will I... All I offer you is a chance to have back what you love.. what you WILL love." Risticus stands there stuck in thought, of how he could know what he loves, let alone how he knows his name... "You know nothing of what has my love... Dark one..." "Oh!" Says the figure, pausing as he chuckles, "But I do... Risticus.. I know EXACTLY what you want.. what you hunger for.. and what you will hunger for.. All I want is to give you what you want, what you need." Risticus speaks up one last time "Then tell me.. Dark one.. what do I want?" There is nearly silence for a minute, almost making the conversation akward. "What do you want? You want your sister back... you want your vision back.." The figure does no more than snapping his fingers, as the Elf's vision.. Returns. Could it be that Risticus can see once again.. yes, it was true! His vision had been made like new.. better than new, even. He could not only see this darkened figure, but he could see the wind blow against him, see the fields which he lay on, instantly go from fields of death... to fields full of lush grass and forests.. he saw his sister, at the Figure's side. "You wield the blade of the Legion Risticus... I shall make what you want a reality." He gazes down at the elf, until Risticus speaks. ".....What must I do?"
The elf had been riding for days and days, as if he were looking for something, something that called to him with no voice, or something that had begged for his presence. His presence surely had alerted something in the Plaguelands, for the screaming stopped, as did his horse. The horse reared, and reared again, something had spooked it, and that something was nearing. The elf struggled to calm the horse, patting its sides and speaking soothing words, but his struggle was futile, the third time it reared, he fell to the ground, nearly knocking the breath out of him. He hears his horse gallop away at high speed, making no attempt to call for it, but he only lay there upon the dead soil, the dirt leaving stains upon the cloak he lay on.
A giggle is heard, not far away at all. It sounded as if a child had been only feet away from him, but the elf thought to himself "What would a child be doing in the Plaguelands?" The elf gripped the little grass and weeds left upon the ground, pulling himself to his knees, as he scanned the area for any sound or smell he could find. The figure comes closer now, as if he were face to face with whatever it was, as it shouts "Come Brother! Come play with me! ...Risticus!" He sat upon his knees shocked, his mouth gaped open, visible from beneath his hood. Could this be his sister? Felora? No... but she was consumed by the plague only months ago.. it could not be her. The Blind Elf spoke.. "Felora..." He seemed to struggle to speak, still shocked from disbeleif. "Come on Brother! Play with me! Play with me!" He wanted to stand, but he could'nt, but now... the voice seemed to grow impatient or annoyed, "Brother.... Come play with me, Now." It spoke in a forceful tone, making the Elf flinch. "You... you are'nt Felora... Leave here! I know my own sister!" All sound ceased around the elf, he could no longer hear, nor sense the figure.. but he assumed it was not over.
He stood cautiously, dusting himself off as his head tilted backwards, sniffing the air slowly. Suddenly laughter came from almost inches away, but this time it was not the voice of a little girl, let alone his sister. The voice was one with demonic origin, a dark one. He stammered when he spoke, "Wh- What are you, dark one..." The laughter ceased immediatly as he spoke, the figure holding his tounge for a few seconds, but then speaking in a tounge for which the elf could not decipher, "Lok' vrosh, tel' hammat kron krawl hashhat." The blind elf said nothing, what could he say to such a foreign language... The figure laughed once more, the tone growing deeper with every chuckle. "You do not speak the language of my people... Elf... oh, but you will soon.." He continues to laugh, but the elf does not allow it, breaking his laughter he asks, "What do you want with me... I have done nothing!" The figure steps closer to the elf, kneeling down to be at the same height, "It is not what you have'nt done... Risticus.... It is what you -WILL- do." He lets out a slight chuckle once more, more breif than the last. The Blind Elf speaks up once more, "How do you know my name, Dark One, when I do not have yours.." The figure was quick to answer, "I have not given it, Risticus, nor will I... All I offer you is a chance to have back what you love.. what you WILL love." Risticus stands there stuck in thought, of how he could know what he loves, let alone how he knows his name... "You know nothing of what has my love... Dark one..." "Oh!" Says the figure, pausing as he chuckles, "But I do... Risticus.. I know EXACTLY what you want.. what you hunger for.. and what you will hunger for.. All I want is to give you what you want, what you need." Risticus speaks up one last time "Then tell me.. Dark one.. what do I want?" There is nearly silence for a minute, almost making the conversation akward. "What do you want? You want your sister back... you want your vision back.." The figure does no more than snapping his fingers, as the Elf's vision.. Returns. Could it be that Risticus can see once again.. yes, it was true! His vision had been made like new.. better than new, even. He could not only see this darkened figure, but he could see the wind blow against him, see the fields which he lay on, instantly go from fields of death... to fields full of lush grass and forests.. he saw his sister, at the Figure's side. "You wield the blade of the Legion Risticus... I shall make what you want a reality." He gazes down at the elf, until Risticus speaks. ".....What must I do?"