Iron Quill - Apprentice - Soulstone

[Laatija Gray]

Open Spoiler

 

I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry.

I know this is alarming.

I will do my best to explain.

 

You are in the Market;

Cradled in velvet

As red as blood,

 

For anyone with the coin to buy;

For anyone with the magic to use.

 

You may hope for a righteous man.

You may hope for a hero.

You may even, perhaps, hope for a Nightmare.

 

It does not matter.

You will be consumed either way.

 

The shadows you see,

Shifting, lurking:

This is the world you once knew.

 

No longer are you a societal member,

Freely interacting with mortals.

You have a new function now.

 

The magician’s stagehand;

The conjuror’s assistant;

The apprentice of another's soul.

 

You have no body.

You cannot run.

But there is a world here, with us,

 in-between 'alive' and 'not'.

 

They do not know

Of the dream in which we dwell.

They, the living.

We, the Lost.

 

It is a world in which

Color is symphonic,

Sensation is perception,

Sentiment becomes a pungent fragrance.

 

Crystal has become your body.

Magic has become your being.

 

To move,

To breathe,

To be,

Is a gesture of wonder

 

And a whisper of power

 Frozen in stone.

[Bogo]

Spectacular!!!  Gave me chills!!!

[Haunter]

Whoa.  

 

That is... extraordinary.

 

I'm blown away.  What a wonderfully artistic, evocative piece.  It made me feel.  Simply brilliant.

[Laatija Gray]

Thanks guys

[noob]

wow...

[sup3rmunchkin]

Holy cow. That was amazing...