Blackness and Sparks

[Crashlander04]

You don't know where you are, or how you got here. Everything is black.

Suddenly, a light appears - a single candle light appears, then hundreds.. The air is clear.

Ronguor the Old, sits down in a stone chair, lit up vaguely by the candle light. He rests his elbow on a stone desk in front of him which seems to appear out of thin air. He is tired; his silver beard traces the engravings on the top of the desk. His head is hung but you see his lips move slightly, again and again. It is as if he is talking, but not a sound leaves his mouth.

You walk closer, and closer.. You are standing behind him, looking over his shoulder. He has grabbed a small knife from his drawer. There is a stylized sun carved into the blade, curving into a needle sharp point. The old dwarf looks at it longingly. His eyes are watery.

He doesn't notice you.

He pulls out a rugged book. It is bound in torn and faded leather. More light is shed on the book. The candlelight reveals more from the blackness around the desk. An enormous hall - the walls are lined to the sky with stacked books - a library.. No.. An archive.

Grand pillars stream towards the sky into the blackness. There are statues carved into the pillars of many different bodies - all of different species. You recognize some - the elf, the man.. Others look foreign and breathtaking.

You turn towards the walls; past the impeccably carved figures you notice every book is bound in new, fine, leather casings. You look back at the friend you knew as senile and arrogant.

His skin has gone pale, and all life gone from his hair. His features are shadowed and rough.

He has turned to stone.

In front of him, under his cold, rigid, hands the worn book is open and the pages filled. You can not make out the words - they are written in letters you do not recognize.

You turn around at an ground-shaking crack behind you. Two red sparks fall from the eyes of one of the figures. Its arm moves slowly, breaking away little pieces of surrounding stone.

It reaches out towards you.

Everything goes black.

...

((This is a future tense story, my character isn't dead in current time. The subjection of the 'term' only applies to the few characters who are close Ronguor, who will be made aware of their selection and given the option to experience this event.

Otherwise, nobody's character has any knowledge, insight, thoughts, memory, etc.. of this occurrence unless told specifically in game by an informed character which is very unlikely.

OOC comments/questions will be tolerated as posts in brackets, if relevant to this concept or thread.))