Awakening
Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 5:24 pm
Viewing the world while upside down immediately after waking is an odd sensation. On its own accord your brain will attempt to compensate and flip the image for you which obviously can be quite confusing to one attempting to gain consciousness. Clawing desperately up from the realm of comatose to the beautiful illusion that is reality should not be hindered by the helpful mortal mind.
The pain in her ankle told her this was the reason she was not falling and after a moment to correct her vision and realize fully her situation she quickly became grateful of the pain for the distance was a very, very long way down indeed. The plummet was so far that its bottom was obscured in icy mists. Panning about with her green eyes revealed that her foot was snagged in an icy crevice which must have caught her after she went over the edge of a sheer precipice. She did not remember falling and nor did she know how she came to be where she was. The surrounding mountains viewed from her disadvantaged angle did appear familiar and she was sure she had traveled this way many times before but the reason for such journeys eluded her at the moment.
Calling a cantrip to mind and verifying it was intact and unbefuddled by whatever malaise afflicted her memory she contentedly twisted one way, then the other, hooked the heel of her other foot into another crevice did a quick hop and jerk of her body in midair and then she was free.
Falling.
This was not an altogether new sensation for a mage and would be quickly averted by the slow fall cantrip. Calling it to mind with lazy familiarity it took her a panicked moment which seemed to stretch an eternity before she realized that her fall was indeed not slowing one little bit. A magic dead area. It was in this free fall of time where her spinning intellect was able to grasp and comprehend a great many things all at once. Her robes which had always been a pride of pristine presentation were soiled, smelling and tattered in a most unbecoming manner. She was no longer in the hall. This thought came upon her, was analyzed and almost immediately set aside since she really didn’t know why she should be thinking it or what it really meant. Of course she wasn’t in a hall she chided herself mentally.
Sibilant giggles echoed up from somewhere in her mind.
Ah.
Unshelving the so recently tucked away thought she felt a revisitation was in order. She was no longer in the hall. The whispers were still here. She had coherent control of her body. With the wind whistling by her finely pointed ears it came upon her in a gust of cold realization that her faculties had been restored to her only to see her panicked and tormented by this predicament. ‘Wasn’t that just ducky.’ Once fair lips, now chapped and marred by whatever recent depredations had befallen her, curled into an unpleasant scowl.
“Cold turkey,” were the words that hissed forth from her lips. Somewhere in the back of her mind whispers grew louder, cavorted, jeered and raised high their challenge but she was already slowly closing her fel charged green eyes centering her, focusing, falling yes, but that was inevitability. One did not let the inevitable distract one from purpose. Feeling the connection though tenuous at best she held out her arms, her very body mimicking the call her psyche sent forth infused with all the sincerity her cold heart could conjure. The air continued to whistle in her ears, hair moist from the foggy depths she was plunging into and in this moment she felt despair. Not abandoned but rather the opposite having spurned any and all that may have interceding in this tragedy. This doom was of her own making no matter how the cackling demonic voices would gleefully cry out in the taking of said credit. This was a fitting end for one who shrouded herself in cold calculating company.
Sibilant giggles jeered and cackled.
Then it came upon her like a rushing storm, a surging icy cold wave spiraling about her, surrounding her, encompassing, chilling, rending and flaying, tearing away the sodden rags of her robes, ripping thru the mire of her hair, shivering over her disheveled form and cleansing her.
The whispering voices shrieked as a smile was tugged upon Frya’s lips.
Her ears were no longer filled with the rushing wind but instead the coursing raging waters echoing unceasing. She was no longer soiled and despoiled but baptized in the cold, unrelenting waters of the summoned elemental. It had returned to her even though she felt unworthy, embraced her even in her fallen state. Fair elven eyes snapping open were once again tinged a cold blue for the moment, the fel energies quenched and pushed back into the depths of her orbs. Cradled in a watery embrace she did not fear the plummet and though jagged rocks appeared suddenly below her the sounds of splintering bones and ripping flesh were not in evidence but instead the rush of water dashing along unhindered as it poured along the incline carrying her safely along to a gentle halt.
Slowly, feet settling upon the frost rimed ground she looked about clothed only in the swirling and bubbling waters of the elementals close embrace her clear seeing eyes regarding the cold lands of Northrend with new clarity.
“It is time we left this place.” She said quietly and the gentle burbling of the elemental agreed docilely. Raising her hands before her, fingers gesturing, curling and flicking she called into being a portal, a gate between here and somewhere far away and looked upon a jade hued island of tranquil waterfalls and elegant bambus forests.
Stepping forward she arrived upon Pandaria.
The pain in her ankle told her this was the reason she was not falling and after a moment to correct her vision and realize fully her situation she quickly became grateful of the pain for the distance was a very, very long way down indeed. The plummet was so far that its bottom was obscured in icy mists. Panning about with her green eyes revealed that her foot was snagged in an icy crevice which must have caught her after she went over the edge of a sheer precipice. She did not remember falling and nor did she know how she came to be where she was. The surrounding mountains viewed from her disadvantaged angle did appear familiar and she was sure she had traveled this way many times before but the reason for such journeys eluded her at the moment.
Calling a cantrip to mind and verifying it was intact and unbefuddled by whatever malaise afflicted her memory she contentedly twisted one way, then the other, hooked the heel of her other foot into another crevice did a quick hop and jerk of her body in midair and then she was free.
Falling.
This was not an altogether new sensation for a mage and would be quickly averted by the slow fall cantrip. Calling it to mind with lazy familiarity it took her a panicked moment which seemed to stretch an eternity before she realized that her fall was indeed not slowing one little bit. A magic dead area. It was in this free fall of time where her spinning intellect was able to grasp and comprehend a great many things all at once. Her robes which had always been a pride of pristine presentation were soiled, smelling and tattered in a most unbecoming manner. She was no longer in the hall. This thought came upon her, was analyzed and almost immediately set aside since she really didn’t know why she should be thinking it or what it really meant. Of course she wasn’t in a hall she chided herself mentally.
Sibilant giggles echoed up from somewhere in her mind.
Ah.
Unshelving the so recently tucked away thought she felt a revisitation was in order. She was no longer in the hall. The whispers were still here. She had coherent control of her body. With the wind whistling by her finely pointed ears it came upon her in a gust of cold realization that her faculties had been restored to her only to see her panicked and tormented by this predicament. ‘Wasn’t that just ducky.’ Once fair lips, now chapped and marred by whatever recent depredations had befallen her, curled into an unpleasant scowl.
“Cold turkey,” were the words that hissed forth from her lips. Somewhere in the back of her mind whispers grew louder, cavorted, jeered and raised high their challenge but she was already slowly closing her fel charged green eyes centering her, focusing, falling yes, but that was inevitability. One did not let the inevitable distract one from purpose. Feeling the connection though tenuous at best she held out her arms, her very body mimicking the call her psyche sent forth infused with all the sincerity her cold heart could conjure. The air continued to whistle in her ears, hair moist from the foggy depths she was plunging into and in this moment she felt despair. Not abandoned but rather the opposite having spurned any and all that may have interceding in this tragedy. This doom was of her own making no matter how the cackling demonic voices would gleefully cry out in the taking of said credit. This was a fitting end for one who shrouded herself in cold calculating company.
Sibilant giggles jeered and cackled.
Then it came upon her like a rushing storm, a surging icy cold wave spiraling about her, surrounding her, encompassing, chilling, rending and flaying, tearing away the sodden rags of her robes, ripping thru the mire of her hair, shivering over her disheveled form and cleansing her.
The whispering voices shrieked as a smile was tugged upon Frya’s lips.
Her ears were no longer filled with the rushing wind but instead the coursing raging waters echoing unceasing. She was no longer soiled and despoiled but baptized in the cold, unrelenting waters of the summoned elemental. It had returned to her even though she felt unworthy, embraced her even in her fallen state. Fair elven eyes snapping open were once again tinged a cold blue for the moment, the fel energies quenched and pushed back into the depths of her orbs. Cradled in a watery embrace she did not fear the plummet and though jagged rocks appeared suddenly below her the sounds of splintering bones and ripping flesh were not in evidence but instead the rush of water dashing along unhindered as it poured along the incline carrying her safely along to a gentle halt.
Slowly, feet settling upon the frost rimed ground she looked about clothed only in the swirling and bubbling waters of the elementals close embrace her clear seeing eyes regarding the cold lands of Northrend with new clarity.
“It is time we left this place.” She said quietly and the gentle burbling of the elemental agreed docilely. Raising her hands before her, fingers gesturing, curling and flicking she called into being a portal, a gate between here and somewhere far away and looked upon a jade hued island of tranquil waterfalls and elegant bambus forests.
Stepping forward she arrived upon Pandaria.