Snippet #1459957

There was no anguish in those steps, as it was not Relan who moved, but the world around the man that flowed upon every movement. Breath came in easy pace with the race through the darkness, leaving the would be god free of any suffering. Destiny called, and so onward the upon fleeting strides did the world spin.

Ignorant of the branches that touched flesh and grasped at fabrics, was there only the exhilaration of flight bound by gravity, but every second did those gray eyes lead. Their vision parting past shadows and drifting ahead to plot route, but never had they beheld such trickery as this. There amongst the gloom stood a solitary figure that passed upon the blur of motion, only to be birthed once more just ahead. Had mind run askew with the cracking of world? Or perhaps the night troubled senses more then first assumed, and left Relan under the power of wisps that would lead steps astray. No longer was the man, which glowed the faint light of Rahnerat, sure and so with doubts heavy upon shoulders did path slow.

Hello Relan... Again the mans mind was touched by a voice that was not his own, but this newly found passenger within the confines of skull seemed different then the last. It left oily stains upon the edges of mind, and a bitter taste lingering upon the back of tongue. Trust was quickly put aside as tempting images took hold to dilute the workings of thought. How could such treasures be ignored? Power, wealth, and women, the very corner stones upon which all life stood, well as far as the would be god was concerned, were offered in glimpses. Yes, these things were of interest, but only slightly. Perhaps what troubled Relan more then the power such offerings gave however, was the fact that name was known to this... merchant.

As dried lips cracked open to offer warning, hesitation stilled the Rahnerats suddenly. Sacrifice..? Him? Well now, this one didn't seem to wise now did he? Relan was to be sacrificed for, not the other way around. So instead of words laughter erupted, not as heavy and world trembling they had heard but an hour before, but heavy and full of mirth. It was as if all of it had boiled over at last, every bit of the shattering events adding deep tones to the glee which it was evoked with. Peels of mirth at last broke, trembling hand lifted to wipe away a tear shed from such outburst.

"And tell me O ghost who appears as sanity withers, what proof have you to this claim?" Voice trembled, skittered on the brink of madness from it all. Surely this was all some sort of jest, some sort of game mind had flittered to. "Things invade my mind, speak to me, and now you do the same? What could you even possibly have to offer me?". Women could be drugged, lured in by the light. Power could be gained by stealing the lives close to rulers, and this one sought to offer Relan what already could be claimed without price? Yes, it HAD to be a joke. It had to be mind loosening.

"Now, unless you have any evidence what so ever that you're not merely a fever dream, off with you. I've some place to be." The last part was spoken more of a question then statement. Yes, the Rahnerat was pulled, and this the male knew. Yet to where? By whom? Was it this one all along? Had fate itself set the road to this goal? These questions alone made Relan study this being in a new light beneath the stars.

It was getting bloody tiresome not having any answers for any of these questions.