Post by BioLogIn on Feb 16, 2010 5:47:38 GMT -5
- It's getting really cold here. There may be no spring after this winter.
The words quietly fell down on snowy square of Refuge Cathedral. There was nobody to hear them here - warlocks became rare guests here, their numbers dwindling, clans scattered across the hell plane. BioLogIn knew this well and he was speaking to himself... for quite while already.
- I wonder, is there a brighter future that awaits us warlocks - mumbled he, coughing and trying to cover his face from a biting wind -
- And I wonder, is there anything that can be done by us here and now.
With the Unraveller gone, League of Warlocks fell apart. Last remaining warlocks were mechanically fighting over the power of Orb, but none capable of really changing a thing. Most fell into deadly slumber, dragging them away and away from the circle. New "Masters" were no leaders and couldn't inspire others like Old Masters did. Warlocks were slowly dying.
- And I really wonder, if there ever be a Spring after this winter - BioLogIn mumbled again, setting off to another roam over Hellplane. - Why do we think it should end with a Judgment Day or with a big badaboom? The world can just freeze to death and lay in frosty slumber for ages.
BioLogIn's footprints, clearly visible on young snow, led away from the Square. Passing by the gazebo of one of the Old Masters, BioLogIn smiled slightly, but another cough wiped the smile away. Suddenly he stopped and once again spoke to himself:
- There is a power given to the Orb. The power that can alter our very existence. I wonder, if one can really master this power or discover it's origin, will it be possible to save us from this slumber?
For a few minutes, he stood still recalling everything he knew about the Orb and about the Hell Plane. For a moment, he shook his head in disbelief, but then he told as if trying to convince self:
- There is no harm trying.
Turning and staring moving back to the Cathedral, BioLogin smiled:
- And, honestly, I don't have anything better to do right now.
The words quietly fell down on snowy square of Refuge Cathedral. There was nobody to hear them here - warlocks became rare guests here, their numbers dwindling, clans scattered across the hell plane. BioLogIn knew this well and he was speaking to himself... for quite while already.
- I wonder, is there a brighter future that awaits us warlocks - mumbled he, coughing and trying to cover his face from a biting wind -
- And I wonder, is there anything that can be done by us here and now.
With the Unraveller gone, League of Warlocks fell apart. Last remaining warlocks were mechanically fighting over the power of Orb, but none capable of really changing a thing. Most fell into deadly slumber, dragging them away and away from the circle. New "Masters" were no leaders and couldn't inspire others like Old Masters did. Warlocks were slowly dying.
- And I really wonder, if there ever be a Spring after this winter - BioLogIn mumbled again, setting off to another roam over Hellplane. - Why do we think it should end with a Judgment Day or with a big badaboom? The world can just freeze to death and lay in frosty slumber for ages.
BioLogIn's footprints, clearly visible on young snow, led away from the Square. Passing by the gazebo of one of the Old Masters, BioLogIn smiled slightly, but another cough wiped the smile away. Suddenly he stopped and once again spoke to himself:
- There is a power given to the Orb. The power that can alter our very existence. I wonder, if one can really master this power or discover it's origin, will it be possible to save us from this slumber?
For a few minutes, he stood still recalling everything he knew about the Orb and about the Hell Plane. For a moment, he shook his head in disbelief, but then he told as if trying to convince self:
- There is no harm trying.
Turning and staring moving back to the Cathedral, BioLogin smiled:
- And, honestly, I don't have anything better to do right now.
