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Obsidian Trident - Fall of the Scryer

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Obsidian Trident - Fall of the Scryer

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Obsidian Trident - Fall of the Scryer
-- written by Belom,
- adapted from true historical events.


The sky at the facade of the great house seated atop the Umbric Plains began to darken as claps of thunder could be heard. Violent rolling thunder claps were preceded by a massive bolt of lightning which had fallen from the Umbric skies and with a vengeance, shook the place where dreamers had gathered. The bolt, which had fallen with great force, pierced the pool of water which was located in the pit at the stronghold’s facade. The water began to erupt and seemed to spiral outwardly before becoming frozen in the shape of a glittering portal. The edges of the portal began to blur and bubble as a dense mist began to thicken around the waters of the pit.

A large sphere of polished glass began to materialize within the pool of water as the mist began to dissipate. The sphere could be seen more clearly and took the shape of a portal. The dreamers at the facade could make out that the portal was surrounded by a number of dreamers. Those dreamers heads were bowed as if in prayer. It was clearly noticeable that these apparitions in the pitted pool sported the crest of the Umbric Stronghold.

The portal then began to wobble unsteadily as its edges started shuddering and the disc of the reflective portal sent ripples across its surface which caused the entire plane to shake. After a moment, the shaking subsides and it quiets within the surface of the pool it begins to normalize to a still reflective pool once more.

With the ghostly portal remaining in the pit, returning from the vision, the dreamers began to murmur in voices too low to be heard as anything more than a din. Then an opaque orb began to materialize, covering the pit as the silhouettes of each Scryers near it began to vocally reflect on personally gifted visions of their future and tell the tale of how they were cast within the shadows on the ground. The portal then began to cloud over with mist once more, obscuring the visions of the Scryers' and brought a halt to their predictions. The pool of water then calmed as it displayed the mirrored reflection of the sky once more.

Just then, a loud and menacing roar echoed throughout the facade as the edges of the portal turn a deep blood red. Dark smoke began to emanate from the portal while screams and chakram fire was heard from beyond. As the smoke began to clear, a massive Hotax holding a Scryer crest in his claws appeared from within the portal. As more smoke began to clear, the ghostly apparitions of the Scryers in the pool had become transfigured and were replaced by their individual soulsphere. The beast then took initiative as he was witnessed crushing the crest he held into dust. The gathered dreamers stood motionless and without emotion as they witnessed one of the soulspheres vanish before the Hotax leaving no trace of waking.

The Hotax laughed maniacally and it was made clear that the beast seemed to enjoy the results produced from his actions. The dark smoke then began rising once more, and the vision of the Hotax was witnessed turning back to gaze upon the portal. The unnerving image of a plane filled with a multitude of roaring beasts with raised claws had replaced the calm reflective surface of the portal. The blood red edges of the portal began to lighten slowly, returning to its pure clarity and once again the portal started swirling through the scrying mists and then parting to focus once more this time a familiar figure seated upon the lower steps of the facade is seen.

Belom's head hung low as his eyes, now fixed on the falls leading to the pool below. It could be noted that his eyes had swollen, possibly from lack of rest. Unkempt stubble covered his face. The vision drew back to the apparition the ruling Scryer. A pair of co-partners joined him in his dismay, as each stared blankly into the falls and to the pool below. Then, arriving on the facade, a set of new, unfamiliar dreamers appear. The body language was unclear as they would cast looks upon Belom and his followers, offering the a mix of pity and disdain.

One among them all raises an obsidian trident, touching the follower nearest him upon the shoulder and granting him the crest of the Umbric Stronghold. The mists draw slowly around the figures as Belom's head drops in defeat and he begins to slowly fade behind the shroud until stillness comes to the reflective portal once more. The portal begins to shiver again, the heart of the reflective surface casting broad ripples that rebound from the edges and double back upon the center.

Each reflection causes a flash of the visions offered- Hotax claws lashing through crests, distraught dreamers with broken will, and stoic scryers balanced evenly around their orb and a final vision of Belom, exhausted and clearly hard driven by defeat. Belom would soon understand that he allowed his own greed and envy outweigh his love for the crest and the object of his obsession, the obsidian trident had become the very thing that brought him to defeat.

The solid form of the portal disintegrates into vapor, the reflections dropping away into the frothing basin of the falls. The humidity remains thick in the air, but the sky clears as rays of light pierce the overcast and drive the darkened clouds away.

T _ H _ E ____ E _ N _ D.
~Belom The Scrying Prophet
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