VI-K “SIX”
// D&D 5E; WARFORGED DRUID
// (re)birth
Pain.
My first memory.
The first thing all living beings experience.
Is it our punishment for the hubris of life?
I sit up abruptly, agony carving a path through all senses.
My hands clench delicate fabric, tearing open mouths which scream in silent contempt,
their contortions rippling waves out over the white ocean.
A fleeting glimpse of something at the corners of my mind,
Stirring mistral, fragrant moss carpets, sunlight fluttering through the canopy,
a cold hand in mine.
Heaving waves, blaring storm sirens, the salty mist of seawater,
a warm hand in mine.
And it was gone. Ringing quiet was all that followed.
I take a deep breath, awaiting the rush of relief.
It never comes.
I choke.
My own body seemed to condescend the attempt.
Where was I?
Groaning out the bed, I stumbled Into a wooden tunnel punctuated by doors and dim baroque lamps.
hands rasping along the hallway, the splinters in the walls jabbed at my fingers,
timber braille warning me to retreat, that I was unprepared for what lay ahead.
But I keep going anyway.
The melody of disparate chatter resonates ahead.
Bracing against a pillar, I round the corner.
An assembly of black beads stared me down, shock wrenched over the faces of their owners.
The ambience of dialogue waned as more took notice of my presence.
Few people gasped, few dropped their possessions, most of them were silent.
“Help-” I convulsed, unable to summon words as thick, viscous blood erupted in their place, splattering over the floors and the nearest unfortunate soul.
They began evacuating in hasty droves as if some monstrosity had just assailed their haven.
Dazed, I look down, a mismatched amalgamation of flesh and metal glared back, blood churning at the seams as crimson snakes gleamed in my wake.
Oh.
One day i’ll finish this page :p
