Post by Q'tar on Mar 27, 2016 8:51:25 GMT -5
Sailing through the blue cloudy mist, silently, gliding past occasional lightning flashes as it bounces between the cloudy apparitions. It always starts with the blue mist…..
A flash of lightning streaks across the path, creating a brief but vivid image. A glimpse of a grand city, glittering spires reaching towards the sky. The sun shining bright. Gliding over, a glow appears near the city’s center, similar to the vast mist. Moving closer, the glow seems to be created by a great blue bonfire. Surrounding the great fire are beings, head low as if in some sort of ritual.
The fire gets closer and closer then it surrounds, rushing back on the path through the Great Mist…
Another flash of lightning crosses the path, and thrusting forth is an image of a great battle. Near the center of the battle a magnificent white winged beast can be seen, spewing a deadly blast of ice from its great mouth. A chill is felt…….Then a pull back into the Great Mist once more…..
For what seems like an eternity, vivid images and events from the past emerge from the ever swirling blue mist with every lightning bolt. Some soothing, some frightening.
A vision of a woman holding a child.
The soothing sound of a bubbling brook weaving through a grove of thick trees.
A young woman, mesmerized by the small plume of flame emerging from her outstretched hand.
The sight of a Great Wyrm, standing in the center of a great city.
A man with a flowing beard destroying smaller, green skinned creatures with shards of ice flying from his fingertips. Small, glowing winged creatures weaving in and out of magnificent grove of slim trees, laughing and smiling as they fly.
Soon, ethereal voices are heard swirling within the mist…..
“Remember who you are, where you came from”
“Let our memories travel with you always”
“Never let our kind die. Do not snuff out the flames of our existence.”
The mist gets thicker and thicker as the lightning seems to intensify. The images and events seem to be flooding faster and faster, until the mist disappears into a large bonfire of blue flame….
And a cry from a newborn is heard. And the blue flame subsides and becomes a yellowish amber once more.
Another Kur’asi has entered existence, destined to make its mark in life, and offer them into the Flame, so their kind never vanishes….
A flash of lightning streaks across the path, creating a brief but vivid image. A glimpse of a grand city, glittering spires reaching towards the sky. The sun shining bright. Gliding over, a glow appears near the city’s center, similar to the vast mist. Moving closer, the glow seems to be created by a great blue bonfire. Surrounding the great fire are beings, head low as if in some sort of ritual.
The fire gets closer and closer then it surrounds, rushing back on the path through the Great Mist…
Another flash of lightning crosses the path, and thrusting forth is an image of a great battle. Near the center of the battle a magnificent white winged beast can be seen, spewing a deadly blast of ice from its great mouth. A chill is felt…….Then a pull back into the Great Mist once more…..
For what seems like an eternity, vivid images and events from the past emerge from the ever swirling blue mist with every lightning bolt. Some soothing, some frightening.
A vision of a woman holding a child.
The soothing sound of a bubbling brook weaving through a grove of thick trees.
A young woman, mesmerized by the small plume of flame emerging from her outstretched hand.
The sight of a Great Wyrm, standing in the center of a great city.
A man with a flowing beard destroying smaller, green skinned creatures with shards of ice flying from his fingertips. Small, glowing winged creatures weaving in and out of magnificent grove of slim trees, laughing and smiling as they fly.
Soon, ethereal voices are heard swirling within the mist…..
“Remember who you are, where you came from”
“Let our memories travel with you always”
“Never let our kind die. Do not snuff out the flames of our existence.”
The mist gets thicker and thicker as the lightning seems to intensify. The images and events seem to be flooding faster and faster, until the mist disappears into a large bonfire of blue flame….
And a cry from a newborn is heard. And the blue flame subsides and becomes a yellowish amber once more.
Another Kur’asi has entered existence, destined to make its mark in life, and offer them into the Flame, so their kind never vanishes….