Oneiroscope on 16/11/2005 at 03:28

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{OOC: Whew! Long time no post. Well, here's a bit more about Oneiros at the monastary. Dunno if I'll keep it as is, or at all. Also, I realized that I forgot about Amelie, Molly, Fern, and Nat! I have one or two ideas for them, but if you have any ideas, go ahead and post them.}

A Hound dodged and weaved its way through the swirling lightnings cast by Oneiros, soming within a breath of the wizard. The berserk creature thrust a vicious barbed blade deep into a seam in the demonic armor and hissed in sadistic ecstacy as Oneiros stiffened and moaned. The magical lightning from the wizard's gauntlets died away in a spitting frenzy of pruple sparks and gushing blood.

Sensing the weakness of the moment, other Hounds crowded in and likewise found seams to exploit. Soon the armored wizard was buried beneath an undulating mass of black cloaks, stabbing blades, and monstrous howls of triumph.

Gode watched from the smashed gate, despair filling his heart. Even through the lingering traces of the drugs the Hammers had administered to dull his telepathic abilities, the remnants of the Minders link with their charge enabled the Keeper to sense the building rage, guilt, grief, and mad frenzy within the wizard.

Every mortal had a point beyond which they could not go. Every mind had a limit, which once broken meant doom. Gode had often foolishly allowed himself to believe that perhaps Oneiros had no limit. That the formidable mind of the wizard, though shattered and rebuilt countless times, was still fundamentally intact and beyond the paltry limitations of human weakness.

But Gode had sensed a strain in the wizard from the moment he had appeared riding the lightning steed. A thinness. An unapproachable grief. He had come to murder his former Minders, perhaps because of the conduit they presented to the enemy of all things. And now that the most beastly of the remade, the Hounds of Harden, were assaulting both the mad wizard's body with their macabre blades, and his sensitive mind with the mere proximity of their twisted and monstrous thoughts ...

Gode's attention shifted as he began to notice something strange about the weather. The omnipresent clouds were racing away. A perfect circle of clear starlight was growing in the sky at breakneck speed. The Keeper saw that the stars within warped in a perculiar way. As if seen through a lens. Their color and brightness shifting as he watched. The Minder began to realize that somehow, unthinkably, the very substance and medium through which he veiwed the light was... bending. Like a growing droplet of water about to fall.

But soon Gode was distracted again. Ranks of Guardians and Fat Men were advancing upon the ruined gate. Gode gnashed his teeth. The monastary's only hope lay there beneath the rippling cloaks of the Hounds. And yet that hope was false, Gode knew. Through the ragged remnants of the link they shared, Gode sensed that Oneiros cared not who survived. Not himself, those in the monastary, not the Minders, nor any living thing anywhere. The Stone had won, Gode realized. Oneiros had become exactly what the Stone wanted. An indiscriminate weapon of mass slaughter.

Oneiroscope on 9/1/2006 at 18:05

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It's cool.:cool: Can't wait to see what you post!:thumb: