The Shadow Priest had seen carnage. Genocide. Fel, she had even caused some of it herself. The horrendous mess on the stage did little to unnerve her, but as her gray eyes swiftly scanned the others, she wanted to laugh. Instead, her mouth twisted into a sneer, as she observed the others, who were obviously reacting much more severely to the scene.
They are weaker than you, my pet. This is why only you hear these voices.
Back to the old you, I see, thought Glaidena, directing it towards the haunting whispers. She had never really had a conversation with them, maybe now she could try it, when there was nobody else to have a conversation with.
Be careful what you say, mortal… He is in your head.
“Who is this He you speak of?!” demanded Glaidena, and her pale face colored a little when she realized she had spoken out loud.
You will find out…
And the human was right back to hating the whispers. For a long period of her life, she had been without the whispers. Her mentor, a half-sanlayn, had given her two bracers, which stopped the voices and insanity. But, with the absence of the Old Gods to grant her power, Glaidena also began to have… some sort of Shadow withdrawal. She craved dark magic, and the only way to supply that was to take it from others who had dark magic. Little did she know that her very own teacher had been leeching her power, right when she put the bracers on. Since then, the women had been forced to let the voices into her head, but that didn’t mean she had to like them.
Glaidena lurched back to reality at a sound. She couldn’t place her fingers on it at first, but then she realized what it was. Running sand, as if someone had taken a sandbag, ripped it open, and waved it around like a maniac. She frowned as she identified the source of the noise, not knowing what to make out of it. A worgen pouring sand on a human’s hand? Strange, but not nearly as strange as what has happened to the group in this eerie place.
The worst is yet to come.
These whispers sent visible shivers down Glaidena’s spine; she made no attempt to conceal them. Beneath her silken sleeves, the women’s fists were clenched up tightly, as if she expected something bad to happen.
You definitely should expect something to happen, my pet.
Frantically, Glaidena donned her best poker face. Nobody would follow a leader who looked weak, and emotions were the weakest part of the human mind.
“I doubt a handful of magic sand is going to protect you against what lies beyond that door,” snapped Glaidena, striding up to the two smoothly. “I would recommend moving.” Not pausing to see if the two had protested, the shadow priest surrounded herself in a bubble of Light, an old trick she had learned before the whispers had got to her. Although the substance that made the shield was holy, that which created it was not. Glaidena had drawn some of the remaining anima from the skull pile to help sustain the little Light within her.
Shut the Light out fully, and you will have power beyond imagination.
She gritted her teeth, and, with effort, managed to resist the temptation. All that mattered was the moment at hand, not the far far future, so she focused on that alone.
Now that she was successfully protected, Glaidena attempted to fling the door open with grandeur. Attempt being the key word. The door hardly budged, and she assumed it was locked from the inside. At her failure, both the whispers and the strange voice laughed villainous laughs.
She hated to ask for help from others. That showed weakness, and weakness got you no where. But really, in this circumstance, she had no choice.
“Rogues, we could really use you right about now.” said the priest bitterly, letting sass biting into her words.
. Sorry for being so delayed, again. Hope it didn’t wane y’alls interest in roleplaying!