Amongst the Fel [Oboe] Jun 24, 2019 10:52:54 GMT -6
Post by Magister Oud on Jun 24, 2019 10:52:54 GMT -6
Magister Oud PL: 30,000 (Base)
It wasn't the most pleasant of places on the Earth but Oud knew that one day he would end up coming back here. The beating sun bathed the sands and rocks of this region in a cascading yellow-orange hue coupled with a scorching heat that would quickly fatigue those who were ill-prepared. The only breeze that rolled through this desert did little to cool anything—warm and dry that only served to exasperate the temperature here all the more so. In the distance a cloud of whirling sand could be seen, no doubt another sandstorm in the region. Thankfully it was far off.
That wasn't the Magister's concern right now. None of that was. He had come here in order to show Oboe, a dragon clan priest, a site of power that may be one of the things he had felt, that he had to come and investigate.
Soon Oud landed upon the edge of the precipice that was before them. A huge chasm in the ground stretched for miles as though a god had plunged their sword into the earth. The canyon was vast and deep without any sign of a bottom—any light that would show otherwise was kept out—anything further down than a few feet from the edge was completely covered in some form of magical darkness that flowed and twirled in various shapes like smoke on the wind..
It wasn't just the canyon, either. All around it the rocks and sands were tinged with reds and greens and purples, saturated in demonic energies that permeated and spread through this whole area, leaving nothing but decadence and decay across everything that it had touched.
The Magister looked down into the chasm below him. He has been in this once. He remembered how it felt as he was completely lost in the darkness with no light to guide his way out. He remembered how it was like being stuck in quicksand, body and limbs going numb that you couldn't even feel anything. Not just that, but even one's sight and hearing was completely taken. It was as though he had died down there.
But then he lived once more.
"Is this one of the places where you had felt something?" he asked as he turned to look to Oboe from over his shoulder for a brief moment. Then, he gazed out in front of him. He still remembered the taste of this power from the time he had siphoned some of it for himself. It helped revitalize him. Reenergize him. Help him gain back some of that power that was once taken from him.
"Quite a marvellous spectacle, isn't it?" spoke Oud aloud with a smile on his thinned lips. "Many people would consider this to be malicious, evil and against the very fabric of nature itself. But in the end… power is power."