Board Thread:Roleplay Ideas/@comment-26453572-20160714141356/@comment-26084195-20160715191406

"Nnngh" Rerin groans as he gets off of the table. "Oh, my head. What happened? Was this... Your doing?"

No.

"Well then what happened to me last night?"

An awakening.

"Awakening?"

''Yes. After all of this time I have been watching over you, guarding you, waiting for this moment. At last, your potential has been unlocked.''

"Wait, you can't mean--"

''I do. Now, go and pick up your staff. See what happens.''

"No! I told you, I don't ever want to see that thing again! The things I had to do to get--"

Do it, Rerin.

Taking a deep breath, Rerin moved aside an old rickety desk and removed a floor tile, revealing a bone-white carven staff. He reached out to pick it up, and the moment his fingers touched it there was a burst of green fire.

''Excellent. Now, pick it up! It's time you started learning.''

"No! I told you already, I don't want--"

''Be silent. This is a power others would kill to have. You could do amazing things. And I can help you learn how.''

"But..."

''Look out the window. Do you see them? The soldiers stationed conveniently close to your house? The villagers who pause to eye it nervously? They fear you. They detest you. And it's about high time you showed them that you are not the sad lonely grave watcher they think you are. It's time you showed them how to really fear.''

Rerin looked outside, and felt his anger toward them rekindle, almost matching the fear of his own power. He retreated back into the shadows near his desk, only to find a large, unmarked black book that hadn't been there before.

"What... is this?"

''A book you will need. Your power is a rare one indeed, and a feared one. You will not find any books amongst the living that can help you, nor will you find any mortal that can impart the knowledge to you. But this is a book of the dead. Only the fallen can decipher it, so it will take you a while, but you will learn. You will hear the book in the whispering of the winds that blow on cold nights, and in the softly murmuring water of the streams, and in the rustle of the forest's leaves. But for now, we have sewing to do.''