Log: At the Thorns

[thequestgiver]

Characters: All
Open? Yep
Where: At the edge of the Devouring Thorns
When: The 16th of Rebirth's Height
What: The heroes gather at the thorns to get a first hand look at the problem.
Warnings: None


There was a solemn sort of quiet at the edge of the thorns, the looming mass of twisted brush seemed to shift and creek as it was observed, sounding almost like the rocking of a boat at sea. Here and there a keen eye could catch a glimpse of what might have been a house, or an inn lingering in the harsh grasp. A sign post. A length of wooden board. Like the sea, it had swallowed it up, curling around it all and splintering it all into fragments almost unrecognizable. Now and then, there was a flit of motion. A small brown bird camouflaged by the thick branches, made visible only by it's head tilting this way, then the other, before it flew off.

Comments

[thequestgiver]

"Asking others to do what you can not,
A far cry from taking charge.
To think one the same of the other
Is the sign of an ego too large..."

[sorcerous]

"Or a sign that I measure the world in results, not in efforts." A more effective way to measure reality, he chirps.

[through_fire_be_reborn]

"Too lax, one has become
To let all others do
What would be the task of that one"

[sorcerous]

So says the one who seeks to change the fate of everyone in this world, he twitters back. If it is to descend into chaos, shouldn't all contribute to it? If everyone's fates are tied to their actions, that is.

[through_fire_be_reborn]

"All have, and all do."

[sorcerous]

But I have been molded by Order, he sings. And so has the King, and every Hero who would destroy you.

Take that away, loose me from my chains, and who knows what I could do...?

[through_fire_be_reborn]

"Who knows indeed."

There was a flutter as the tiny brown bird vanished into the thicket of thorns once more, the presence of the voice vanishing with it.