Notorious
One Thousand Club
Descension
(A fantasy RP by C.DEX and Notorious)
"For crimes against...you are... sentenced to descension..." A voice said, muffled by the sharp ringing in the man's ears as the one who was talking to him faded in and out. He laid on his knees, broken, beaten. "...for violating the laws of the..." The ringing in his ears made it hard to hear what was happening to him, the blood dripping down his forehead and caking his face more than enough to blind him as the lone man swayed slowly as he tried to regain his senses. What had happened? Why was he so badly hurt? Was he in trouble? He had to be, he was beaten an inch away from death. He could hardly remember what had happened, then, that same voice that got him into trouble whispered back to him, answering his thoughts as if they had been a question.
"You're being sentenced to death..." The voice whispered to him, his voice inside the man's head as if they were his own thoughts. His voice was cold, unforgiving, yet, he spoke only in a whisper. "You better pay attention. They may be the last words you ever hear."
Suddenly as if on cue, the broken and bleeding man snapped back to reality as the ringing in his ears ceased and his temporary blindness seemed to no longer be an issue as he opened his eyes wide. The people in front of him were not his own, they were strangers to him. None of them were the dreadlocked, war painted brothers and sisters that was normally near him. Nor were many of them even human as he looked out into a crowd that had gathered before him. An avian man, his race officially known as the Avar, stood next to him, reading what was essentially his sentence for his wrong doings.
"Gunnar of Veldard, do you have any last words before you are sent to the abyss below?" The Avarian spoke in an authoritative tone. This man held Gunnar's life in his hand's, he thought to himself that perhaps he could reason with him. He was all out of fight even for being a viking of Veldard, perhaps diplomacy would get him out of this.
"You're wrong..." The whisper came back. "You are already as good as dead to these people... Ask him to read your sentence once more. Listen."
"What... Am I being sentenced for?" Gunnar managed to speak, blood dripping out of his mouth as he finally was able to force words out after the phantom voice in his head stopped talking. The Avarian groaned, losing patience with what was supposed to be a simple execution but officially he had to speak or risk losing his position.
"Gunnar of Veldard. For your crimes against the Avarian people, for taking willingly part in raids against our people. For murdering on our land. For pillaging our buildings, razing our crops and-..." The Avar seemed to smirk at Gunnar, taunting him. "For being born under the sign of Necras. We, the Kingdom of Avaria on the Isles of Arcadia... Sentence you to Descension." The Avarian paused. "Or, if your slow viking brain does not know what that means... We will be dropping you from this island and into the abyss below where you will meet a certain and painful death." He sighed, "Do you have any last words?"
"The Sign of Necras? I am no necromancer! I can not use magic! I am just a warrior, a husband... a proud viking of Veldard!" Gunnar shouted back at the Avarian. "My people fight for our lives being unclaimed in an unforgiving sky. We are not blessed by Arcadia like you... I only do what I have done for my people. Do not kill me... I am innocent!" He shouted, growing angry as his pain disappeared from what had to have been a brutal beating. Blood poured from his mouth as he roared, "I AM NOT GUILTY!" He shouted to the heavens, hoping one of the gods would here his plea.
"No one is going to save you. Only one god is listening now, you are wasting your breath." The voice said to Gunnar, almost bitterly as it watched the man shouted at the crowd of Avarians and other mixed races who watched the viking get sentenced to death.
"We have a Starseer, Gunnar of Veldard. She has confirmed that you are indeed, born under the Sign of Necras. It is a forbidden sign, one that you should have been caught for at birth. With that and your crimes against our people, your sentence is indisputable. You are guilty." Gunnar began shouting back at the Avarian as two guards picked him up, he had been shackled on top of being beaten so he collapsed once they had begun to move him. Their talon fingers dug into his shoulders and sides as they drug him to the side of the platform, there, Gunnar seen where he really was.
Below him he seen nothing but a sea of clouds and darkness below that. The two stars that lit the sky were casting two shadows below the floating island they were standing upon. The two Avarian guards turned Gunnar to face the crowd one last time, his eyes catching the woman who had exposed him. She was wearing dark red robes, her face concealed by a thin veil in which he seen her smirk underneath it. He spat at her and began to shout belligerently, a Veldard warrior never dying quietly.
As ceremonious as his sentence had been, his fall was much less ceremonial as both guards then pushed Gunnar off the side of the island. He began to plummet into the abyss incredibly fast, he watched with his own eyes as the floating islands he called home began to fade from view like he had never seen before. He had lost brothers this very same way, them being kicked off their boats and sent down into the unforgiving abyss. He had thought he would die to the blade or a spell of some sort, not like this.
The mysterious passenger of Gunnar's was uncharacteristically quiet as the viking fell faster and faster down, passing through clouds and his vision fading the further he fell as he became disoriented. Suddenly, he broke through the layer of clouds and could not believe his eyes when he seen what was beneath him. What he thought the abyss was and what it actually was had been completely different. He had fallen so far only to seen an awe inspiring huge body of water beneath him, nothing like he had ever seen before. Gunnar was blacking out from falling from such an incredible height that he barely got time to comprehend the land masses in the distance or just how ridiculously vast everything was. He blacked out before he hit the water, a loud crash signaling that the viking had finished his descension.
His body was broken and his spirit fleeting, the Viking was gone. When he had hit the water like any normal person he had to have died... right?
"Gunnar of Veldard." The phantom spoke, breaking the darkness Gunnar was encased in. He had no idea how much time had passed, if he was living or dead. All he felt was a floating sensation, he couldn't even feel himself breathe. "You are too important to be cast into the sea forever. You were chosen. Sleep." The Wraith instructed. "In a moment you will be awakened by two strange... people. You will see them as demons but do not harm them. I will not allow you to. Sleep... You will understand more when you awake from this abyss."
And so, Gunnar slept.
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