Haunted visages similar to the aurora borealis stalked the night sky, as the somber cemetery slept underneath what little visible moonlight there was in the atmosphere. Sharp had only recently arrived within the area, her footsteps and small ruffling of clothing becoming hideously loud against the cemeteries silent backdrop. Her reasoning for being within this cemetery was a simple one, Chaoris had given Sharp a simple "Mission". Sharp was here to investigate disturbances within the area, apparently a rival "god" had been attempting to manifest their power from the corpses of the mages here, or so Chaoris had believed. Sharp disdained this sort of work, she was a fighter, not an investigator, or at least, that's what she currently believed since this job didn't involve the truth of the universe, that could only be gained from physical combat against an opponent. She understood the sweat of an opponent hitting her blade, their life matter spilling, her life matter spilling, she could understand their feelings only through the violence that was the truth of primordial combat. Barbaric, and violent, it was where she flourished, not through finding secrets hidden away in the ghosts of gravestones. Chaoris was her master, and she held a contract with him, so of course, she had to oblige him, but she almost wished that another weaker follower could have gone, one who wasn't so understanding of the truth to have difficulty with such mental, and to her, trivial matters. All Sharp needed was to slice the truth open from their lying, corrupted bodies, which she desired to find within this area faster than the lies from gravestones.
The cemetery echoed the noise as the leaves crunching beneath her, the peaceful atmosphere sounding more ominous the further within this large area that Sharp went. The tree's slept as evidenced by the leaves upon the ground, the gates were broken open from years of misuse and trust wasted, and the area had a fog about it from the chill in the air no doubt, or so it would seem at the surface. The fog spoke a silent sonata of unnatural pathways floating throughout the air, spawned from foul magic. The Fog was hiding something, it was like a puzzle, a puzzle that was causing Sharp to start experiencing untold frustrations as her limited mind started to loop through confusion. The puzzle only seemed to get worse as the magic around her within the fog became choking in how hostile it was, almost like a miasma. Sharp wandering through the stones had no names faced a small fit of lashing out almost wishing to care names within the stones as it made her upset; the lacking of names upon said stones was a crime against those who had lived and now rested here, their names were important, their goals, passion, all of it was placed in the name and the deed, but now there was nothing, no one could remember, learn, gather, admire, capture their flags, their ways of life, now they were just bones in the ground, restless, debased, void of purpose. Perhaps Sharp was getting upset as she could relate to them, Sharp was basically a dead woman anyway, just that she could walk, and occasionally talk, unlike they who always slept and woke nevermore.
This got the long since unused cogs within her mind started, who was Sharp, was she really like those without a name on a tombstone? Sharp had some identity, she was a follower of Chaoris, but why was she a follower of him? Could it be due to her blind belief in him, and his goals, her understanding of his truth that allowed her to try and understand others feelings, or due to the key that he held, that was her own little gateway into the world which she should normally call her home. Sharp didn't wish to admit or think about the why; to say why she was a follower of his would result in almost no answer. To Sharp's great shame she had no idea why she was his follower; yes Sharp could understand more through the physical than the emotional; yes combat was a distraction that helped her know the meaning of the world around her, but there was something missing, and these tombstones were showing her that what she was missing was herself.
Sharp was the perfect follower for Chaoris, the perfect bodyguard for the political giant, but she never was just... herself. Faeral had shown her that much already, opened her eyes to it, when he became a killer after she spoke, the influence that she had over him in that moment, or at least the influence that she perceived, showed her that she was speaking for Chaoris but wasn't speaking for herself, he fought just like she would have fought all in his name, it was like a mirror, which meant it was the words rather than her actions which grew the girls perception of the world, it wasn't her mind, but his. This unsettled her further as she began to float thoughts around within her brain, and began to question exactly who she was, rather than trying to find out where the hidden "god" was who was starting to rival Chaoris. She was losing herself and the mission since for one of the first times in her brief life, she was trying to think about herself and what it meant for her to be alive rather, than the goal that Chaoris or really anyone who had, had her key before wished for her to accomplish.
Sitting down in between unmarked graves, Sharp let out a sigh, the cold wind brushing against her auburn hair. This place, it was influencing her, the fog was getting thicker, and her mind was becoming clouded with thoughts of doubt. Sharp should scream out against these thoughts, Sharp should declare what she is, but Sharp couldn't scream, yell, or destroy anything, for she didn't know what she actually was, or why she was here. She couldn't fight against the thoughts that plagued her mind for she had no answer, and no conviction against it, and then within that small clearing between the graves, Sharp's mind wandered till it threw itself into a circle, then with a silent whimper she fell asleep within the clearing, her body leaning rather than laying, exposed and vulnerable.
Total WC: 1064/3000
Post WC: 1064
The cemetery echoed the noise as the leaves crunching beneath her, the peaceful atmosphere sounding more ominous the further within this large area that Sharp went. The tree's slept as evidenced by the leaves upon the ground, the gates were broken open from years of misuse and trust wasted, and the area had a fog about it from the chill in the air no doubt, or so it would seem at the surface. The fog spoke a silent sonata of unnatural pathways floating throughout the air, spawned from foul magic. The Fog was hiding something, it was like a puzzle, a puzzle that was causing Sharp to start experiencing untold frustrations as her limited mind started to loop through confusion. The puzzle only seemed to get worse as the magic around her within the fog became choking in how hostile it was, almost like a miasma. Sharp wandering through the stones had no names faced a small fit of lashing out almost wishing to care names within the stones as it made her upset; the lacking of names upon said stones was a crime against those who had lived and now rested here, their names were important, their goals, passion, all of it was placed in the name and the deed, but now there was nothing, no one could remember, learn, gather, admire, capture their flags, their ways of life, now they were just bones in the ground, restless, debased, void of purpose. Perhaps Sharp was getting upset as she could relate to them, Sharp was basically a dead woman anyway, just that she could walk, and occasionally talk, unlike they who always slept and woke nevermore.
This got the long since unused cogs within her mind started, who was Sharp, was she really like those without a name on a tombstone? Sharp had some identity, she was a follower of Chaoris, but why was she a follower of him? Could it be due to her blind belief in him, and his goals, her understanding of his truth that allowed her to try and understand others feelings, or due to the key that he held, that was her own little gateway into the world which she should normally call her home. Sharp didn't wish to admit or think about the why; to say why she was a follower of his would result in almost no answer. To Sharp's great shame she had no idea why she was his follower; yes Sharp could understand more through the physical than the emotional; yes combat was a distraction that helped her know the meaning of the world around her, but there was something missing, and these tombstones were showing her that what she was missing was herself.
Sharp was the perfect follower for Chaoris, the perfect bodyguard for the political giant, but she never was just... herself. Faeral had shown her that much already, opened her eyes to it, when he became a killer after she spoke, the influence that she had over him in that moment, or at least the influence that she perceived, showed her that she was speaking for Chaoris but wasn't speaking for herself, he fought just like she would have fought all in his name, it was like a mirror, which meant it was the words rather than her actions which grew the girls perception of the world, it wasn't her mind, but his. This unsettled her further as she began to float thoughts around within her brain, and began to question exactly who she was, rather than trying to find out where the hidden "god" was who was starting to rival Chaoris. She was losing herself and the mission since for one of the first times in her brief life, she was trying to think about herself and what it meant for her to be alive rather, than the goal that Chaoris or really anyone who had, had her key before wished for her to accomplish.
Sitting down in between unmarked graves, Sharp let out a sigh, the cold wind brushing against her auburn hair. This place, it was influencing her, the fog was getting thicker, and her mind was becoming clouded with thoughts of doubt. Sharp should scream out against these thoughts, Sharp should declare what she is, but Sharp couldn't scream, yell, or destroy anything, for she didn't know what she actually was, or why she was here. She couldn't fight against the thoughts that plagued her mind for she had no answer, and no conviction against it, and then within that small clearing between the graves, Sharp's mind wandered till it threw itself into a circle, then with a silent whimper she fell asleep within the clearing, her body leaning rather than laying, exposed and vulnerable.
Total WC: 1064/3000
Post WC: 1064