Zef The Owl
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"It's your time to awaken..."
"Now now, don't be frightened, many great things await you."
"Great in good, or great in terrible, I cannot say, but certainly something great."
"Many eyes are upon you, and I'll trust you'll not disappoint."
"But first, you must wake."
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Death was always a disorienting affair. When Fallon was knocked out by his, he'd lose the better part of his senses. The world going dark after his accident in the lift, whether it be slow or fast depended on his struggles, but death did eventually come for him. It whisked him away into darkness, perhaps to an afterlife, perhaps to the hands of some dwarven god, or a capricious demon, or perhaps to an abyss that promised not but sweet oblivion, taking all of his conscious piece by piece till nothing of what he was remained. Yet, oddly enough, none of these things came to pass, instead he would be there in that abyss for what felt as though an eternity. Unable to move, or speak, a void with no sensation to speak of with but a faint voice in the background. Each word seeming to drag out for eons, yet being completely ephemeral and hard to grasp. As though the words had impossible importance, yet at the same time, were of meaningless worth. A contradiction. "Now now, don't be frightened, many great things await you."
"Great in good, or great in terrible, I cannot say, but certainly something great."
"Many eyes are upon you, and I'll trust you'll not disappoint."
"But first, you must wake."
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Only when the last word was uttered, 'wake', from a voice of indescribable consistency did something happen to his abyss. A flash of light, followed by the feeling of being lifted up. As though a draft or massive hand had pushed him up from below towards that light. One that engulfed him, and caused every nerve in his body to come alight with life once more, caused breathe to fill his lungs and his skin to warm. When he awoke, he would be awoken with voices that started muffled as though in water, but became altogether more clear over time.
"Ey... Ey! Is he comin' too?"
"How should I know?! Keep focused on lookout, we don't wanna get caught out here like this you lout!"
The voice was hushed, but held severity in the tone as one person chastised another. The first thing Fallond would notice would be the smell of pine, and the feel of a warm blanket over him, while he rested upon a pillow. It wasn't particularly comfortable however, below him the cart wood was hard, and bouncing about, moving considerably. It was, indeed a cart he was in, driven by two tough looking work mules. All about him was a pine forest, with a poorly beaten road leading down a rickety hill. Two people seemed to be driving it;
One, was an older human with a grim complexion. He had narrowed silver eyes and short brown hair, his skin callous and scarred, suggesting great hardship. He wore a chain mail chest piece and seemed to have a large bastard sword strapped to his back. The other was a younger human, brown hair done back in a tail with a frown on his face. He seemed to be more in a cloak with a crossbow strapped to his back as the two bantered in hushed tones. Both were obviously mercenaries of some sort. There were no defining traits designating a kingdom or anything of the like. What did stick out though, were faint glows from their weapons. In small inlays both in the butt of the crossbow and the iron base of the bastard sword. The glows were of different colors, the crossbow's blue, the sword's a light green.
It was hard to make them out for Fallond who would just be waking up, his vision bleary at first he wouldn't be able to pinpoint the exact cause of the glows. Not that he didn't have plenty else to react to too, with all of the sensations about him.
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