Do you ever feel slow while running in a dream? When i try to run its all slow motion i can’t pick up any speed and so i get frustrated and go on all fours like a wolf, I begin to tear up the ground with my hands and feet flicking the mud behind me as i leave whatever is chasing me.
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PROLOGUE
“Step into the world of Panrue, Where the pilgrim is involuntary pushed from the path of a promise to fulfil a superior calling. Follow the dark isolated fantasy adventure as it twists and turns down into the silent obscurity of the void, could this be the pilgrims path after all?”
Act: 01 – Passage to the Depths
I just find time to scribe my endeavors before my next departure, I now forcefully sit in the depths of an emotionless cave by candlelight after I was chased by the viscous wolvines that infamously plague these lands. It’s true, the power of a wolvines jaw is so great it can crush a man’s armor, but luckily wolvines are not very fast like there ancient cousin, the werewolves, but they can smell the fear and sweat as it drips down onto this frayed parchment. I still cannot move until they have gone, I presume they can wait longer than I, for I am their prey.
I had managed to crawl into a hole on the mountainside but I had lost most of my belongings due to being pursued by the wolvines. The opening was a tight squeeze but I had no choice and I knew those beasts were too broad to fit through here. All I have now is a my lantern, a quill, my journal, two rocks of flint and a worn dagger, hardly worth trying to defend myself against the thick skinned creatures with what I have left, but also nothing against whatever may be in this concealing darkness. I have no choice but to venture further in these silent depths until I find a way out.
Its dim even by lanterns light and it seems this is no mere cave; it burrows further than I expected and there seems to be some kind of strange architecture down here, definitely not of relevance to mankind. Demonic carvings and etchings are scratched into the walls. I cannot go back but I fear for my life, I do not want to die before I reach pilgrims end I had promised you that, come whatever may, for I will prevail!
Act: 02 – Resonating Temptation
What is that scent? I enter a room of great height, demonic etchings and architecture scathe these walls too and it’s purely magnificent, beautiful even. I sketch some of the architecture in my journal, it’s just too fascinating not to.
There appears to be a beautiful feature in the center of the room but what is this smell? As I step forward I am overwhelmed! I am drawn closer to its sweet, alluring scent, pulling me to the centerpiece of pure innocence, Inside sits an irregular glowing fluid, the likes of which I’ve never set my eyes upon.
Whisper: “Come Closer, Touch it, Drink it my love!”
Act: 03 – The Black Out
Stranger: “Please hear me! You drank the sweet liquid did you not?”
I awake to the strong accent of an old highland man. I feel as if my soul has been taken from me and been given a thousand more, what is this sensation? I feel…obscure, is there something inside me? I do not feel myself.
Stanger: “Who are you? Please heed my words, I have seen what you have not for this is no place for mankind, we must try to resist and escape, for we are trapped in the Aurlousian domain!”
I hear but can barely see, stand, move or talk, but I soon realize cells are rowed along the tall dim lit hallways and I am in confinement. But if I am why am I not bound?
Stranger: “I know how you feel I was the same but you must trust and listen to me, Being trapped for weeks, I thought I would never hear or see another soul down here, but I can tell you I have a plan to break us free but I need your help.”
The Stranger was a scholar I could hear him in the cell next to me informing me about the civilization that I had stumbled across. The Aulousian, a hollow civilization shadows of their former ancestors, frail, weak and tormented beings they use potions and incantations to have incredible influence over humanoid kind.
To be continued.
