Board Thread:Roleplay Ideas/@comment-26453572-20160714141356/@comment-26767096-20160716152249

Eureka Enderborn wrote: Codebreaker 2100 wrote: Nyssa skips through Rohan, looking cheerful and carefree. Almost to the Wold. Night begins to fall, and a cold breeze plays across the fields of Rohan. Rerin, streaking across the fields on his horse, pauses for a moment. To most, the wind would just be inconveniently chilly. A few may take it as an ill omen. But Rerin could feel something more in that wind. It gave him an uneasy feeling. He stopped his horse and dismounted, standing very still and listening very hard.

Then he realized that the wind carried voices.

They were everywhere, in the rustling of the grass and the bone-chilling wind and the stamping and whinnying of the horse.

Feeling a cold sweat break out, Rerin took of running through the fields, running and running and trying to escape the overwhelming noise of a thousand disembodied souls, but the voices followed him, whispering despicable, unspeakable things, things which could drive a man mad. If he weren't mad already, that is.

So great was the cacophony that he didn't notice the woman walking into the wold until he ran right into her, promptly falling over and hitting his head on a rock, bringing the sweet peace of unconsciousness. When Rerin runs into her, Nyssa falls backwards onto the ground. She's hurt her right hand, but otherwise she's fine. When she stands up she sees Rerin on the ground and sighs.