posted on Jul, 8 2014 @ 09:21 PM
For the second time, foss was rudely awoken from his slumber.
"Like I said before, the rum just magically vanis.....", "Wait, why is it so silent?"
Looking out the porthole did little; it appeared as though it were night out. Opening the window a crack did nothing except alarm Foss further, as a
small, thin tendril of some dark substance started to trail through the opening. With mounting curiosity & horror, Foss could now see that...well,
nothing below him could be seen; Was he actually floating above the sea, as he last left it? Or had he simply awoken in another dimension, and was
actually floating on a sea of black.
Throwing on his cloak, and keeping the staff at bay for light, he locked up the porthole (with a small satisfaction, seeing that the black vine had
withdrawn just before the closing), and went above deck. Night & The White Wolf were gone, as were all the dragons.
Stalking to the upper decks, his eyes (grey, in the darkening light), picked up an odd series of ripples in the air in front of him; they floated in a
space at the far end of the deck, then froze; the two presences regarded each other...silently; both probing the others' auras in a cautionary, and
yet curious way.
"You don't belong here" said a voice, from seemingly all directions.
"Nor do you, but obviously you are here" Foss said, apprehension sliding in place next to the bravado.
**dry snicker, borderline cough** "I guess you could say you...flew right into my domain.". "Not that it matters" the voice chided, "The real
question is: What shall be done about you?"
"That would depend on what you have done with the others" Foss muttered, hoping that the entity unseen would pick up on the mounting anger; there
was a slight hint of threat behind the words.
"Ah, then, I see you were behind a couple pages...What if I told you it's not what I will do to your friends...but rather, what, I have already done
"For you see, while you slept (and yes, I knew about that) , the others have all been separated. It seems once again, you will all have to find one
Foss, while listening to the crawling chaos around him, had heard enough taunting. "That's it, I'm done" he thought, "Let's see how this bugger
likes it when I teleport somewhere else". Charging the staff, he quickly tapped it on the ground, and found himself on a rocky spur of a cliff,
overlooking the ozone-green sea. Remains of several boats seem to be lining the rocky shoreline below, but no sign of anything living was to be
"So...it begins" - The words just seemed to form in Foss' mind, for of course it would just begin; the quest
for the Holy Grail
for where his friends were.
And Syx...Sorry, but I slept through a couple pages worth of the story...Back now though!