(( This is a short intro story for a new character shortly to arrive at GG Hope you like it! ))
Absolution
The man awoke to darkness Darkness so complete he wasnt even fully aware he WAS awake, at first. Then, a noise Faint a first, but slowly getting louder; a rhythmic beating sound that seemed almost familiar. The sound increased, getting louder and louder, until finally, he remembered what it was. His heart; beating again after so many years of stillness.
With this realisation, the sound faded and the man slowly became aware of other sounds. His breathing, the small gurgles from a stomach long without food. Then he became aware of other things. First smell, a foul stench, like flesh left to rot and decay; then came sensation. He was laid upon something which, though once soft, had hardened over the years to an almost painful rigidity.
Finally, with the return of his senses, came the memories. He braced himself against their return, as he knew he must. They rushed through him, telling him who he was, why he was and finally, where he was. The memories awoke his emotions, and the strength of them tore a gasp from his throat, which turned into a scream, and the scream into a word, a name Angelique!
As the echoes from his scream faded, the man rose from where he lay, unable to see but knowing where he was. He knew this place, hed awoke here so many times before he didnt need the light to see its features.
Then, before him, a pale light flickered into view. Slowly brightening to reveal the form of a woman. Ancient in appearance, gnarled, and twisted, she spoke.
Once more it is time, my young fool... Time to seek your absolution in the world of the living.
The man looked up at the woman, Again you torment me Angelique Again you force me to face a world I know nothing of. Why do you continue to torment me? Have I not suffered enough for my crime?
Angelique looked over the once ruined form of the man as he rose, watching his body straighten and the rotten flesh fall away to reveal a firm and youthful man. Never enough, Marc La Barre, never enough. You know the price you must pay for your crime against me. You know what you must do to gain absolution.
Sighing, the man, Marc La Barre, stood and reached for the clothing he knew was beside him. With a resigned nod, he dressed and, collecting his bow from its place on the wall, stepped towards the door of his resting place.
Perhaps this time I will be free of you, old witch Perhaps this time I will find the one who will release me from your curse.
The old witch, Angelique, turned to face La Barre. You know the rules Marc. If you find her, you cannot tell her of your crime against me, she cannot know of what you seek. It must be real, or you will not be free. You have 1 year from this time to find your absolution, or face another century of pain.
With a nod of submittance, La Barre watched the old witch fade from view as she returned to the netherworld, then with a final sigh, he heaved open the door to his resting place, his crypt, and stepped once more into the world of the living.
@FloatingFatMan
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
(( This is a short intro story for a new character shortly to arrive at GG
Hope you like it! ))
Absolution
The man awoke to darkness Darkness so complete he wasnt even fully aware he WAS awake, at first. Then, a noise Faint a first, but slowly getting louder; a rhythmic beating sound that seemed almost familiar. The sound increased, getting louder and louder, until finally, he remembered what it was. His heart; beating again after so many years of stillness.
With this realisation, the sound faded and the man slowly became aware of other sounds. His breathing, the small gurgles from a stomach long without food. Then he became aware of other things. First smell, a foul stench, like flesh left to rot and decay; then came sensation. He was laid upon something which, though once soft, had hardened over the years to an almost painful rigidity.
Finally, with the return of his senses, came the memories. He braced himself against their return, as he knew he must. They rushed through him, telling him who he was, why he was and finally, where he was. The memories awoke his emotions, and the strength of them tore a gasp from his throat, which turned into a scream, and the scream into a word, a name Angelique!
As the echoes from his scream faded, the man rose from where he lay, unable to see but knowing where he was. He knew this place, hed awoke here so many times before he didnt need the light to see its features.
Then, before him, a pale light flickered into view. Slowly brightening to reveal the form of a woman. Ancient in appearance, gnarled, and twisted, she spoke.
Once more it is time, my young fool... Time to seek your absolution in the world of the living.
The man looked up at the woman, Again you torment me Angelique Again you force me to face a world I know nothing of. Why do you continue to torment me? Have I not suffered enough for my crime?
Angelique looked over the once ruined form of the man as he rose, watching his body straighten and the rotten flesh fall away to reveal a firm and youthful man. Never enough, Marc La Barre, never enough. You know the price you must pay for your crime against me. You know what you must do to gain absolution.
Sighing, the man, Marc La Barre, stood and reached for the clothing he knew was beside him. With a resigned nod, he dressed and, collecting his bow from its place on the wall, stepped towards the door of his resting place.
Perhaps this time I will be free of you, old witch Perhaps this time I will find the one who will release me from your curse.
The old witch, Angelique, turned to face La Barre. You know the rules Marc. If you find her, you cannot tell her of your crime against me, she cannot know of what you seek. It must be real, or you will not be free. You have 1 year from this time to find your absolution, or face another century of pain.
With a nod of submittance, La Barre watched the old witch fade from view as she returned to the netherworld, then with a final sigh, he heaved open the door to his resting place, his crypt, and stepped once more into the world of the living.
@FloatingFatMan
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.