Balshare (balshare) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-08-24 13:52:00 |
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WHO: Balshare and Open!
WHAT: Balshare arrives, confused
WHERE: In the woods, outside of town
WHEN: this morning, just before dawn
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Ongoing
Father Balshare was stumbling. After five days of running, walking, stumbling, and riding across the countryside, his ability to cry for his fellow clerics in training, and for his superiors, was gone. He felt numb, and tired to the bones, and slowly leading the pony while it pulled the cart along seemed the most he could do for a long time. Still, when he reached the edge of the Dales and spotted the sign of the Inn, he almost wept again, this time for joy. Leading the pony and wagon toward the inn, he dreamed of hot water, hot food, and a warm bed to rest in. Even as he approached, he saw a strange shimmering, and suddenly people were running too and fro. What looked like a rift had opened in the night sky and he stared at it, eyes wide. He had heard, as he trekked across the Realms, of strange events, and whispers of Gods and demons and dark times, everywhere. But this... this was madness! And then his eyes widened as the rift moved toward him! "No no no no! Elias! Ya!" he pushed and kicked and poked the pony, who, truly, did not need prompting, but the road was now filled with people trying to get away and by the time he had the cart turned, the rift was almost on top of him. He had time to cry out a prayer to Mystra and hope he would survive before suddenly... he, the pony, and the cart, were all sitting in the middle of a street, one unlike anything he had ever seen, and no sign of inn, people running, or rift. "Where in the realms am I?" |