Flarence
Noble of Flames~!
Towns Folk
Before The Merge.
Flarence lied in sleep, and he dreamed. Voices without faces seemed to call and mock, as if placing order and establishing chaos in unknown amounts. Flarence could hardly focus in on the voices, it was difficult to make out the sounds with his hazy mind. He had to concentrate. He pushed into his dream...
"So... this is where everything will be combined," a deep and commanding voice echoed from nowhere.
"I'm not sure we'll be able to pull it off, these 'Nobles,' of Xandria could prove worthy adversaries," another replied. There was laughter among the darkness, whoever these Nobles were, they weren't viewed as a threat.
To Flarence, he surely thought these voices must be Gods. Flarence was amused. Right, Gods. What a joke, he thought to himself. Flarence was just dreaming. He decided to enjoy it while it lasted and not assume anything ridiculous like that again.
"SHAMOHL," one yelled in the dark. There was a response; "JAO." There was immediate rumbling and a heavy pressure in the air as the commanding voice spoke over them. "Dare not to speak your names, we are being watched," it said to them.
"Here in Xandria is where we will merge the worlds. We have already captured the souls. The disbursement will take place over time, we have captured the heroes of the worlds, and sealed them away, however we do not have the power to eradicate them. Death has been disobedient as of late".
Flarence took back what he was thinking earlier. These guys had to be Gods. However, they were not all-powerful, it seemed.
"Over time? Alright then, I'll toss these ones out right now!" There was a monotonous argument and rumbling that sounded like thunder.
"DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU HAVE JUST DONE?!" the leading voice yelled. "lol wut," he said back.
"You have just released some from the captured, not only that, but together. It was hard enough capturing those!" The voice scolded.
"Whats the big deal? They don't remember us, and they don't know of Xandria or the fate of the world. We're all good!"
The players have entered the Capital of Xandria.
Flarence woke up to a bright light and a crashing sound. The roof of his house had been blown open. Instinctively, Flarence dashed out of bed and grabbed his sword that lay next to his door. He was about to draw the blade before he noticed four people knocked out on the floor of his home.
Flarence was deeply confused. Had people just crashed through his house? They were extremely strange looking to Flarence. None were dressed like Xandrains, nor did they have any tattoos from their owners, assuming they may be slaves.
Each had something completely different about them, meaning that even they were different to each other. Having just awoken from a strange dream, Flarence was already confused, but this was indeed.... strange. That was the only way he could explain it.
Before Flarence could approach the unconscious people, he was knocked out by a Xandrian soldier. Soldiers filled his home and tied up the people who had mysteriously appeared in Xandria. Flarence and the others were then transported to the Xandria castle, where their worlds began to shift more.
When Flarence had awoken, he was in a cell across from who were also caged but hadn't awoken yet. Flarence sat cross-legged, waiting for something to happen. He caught notice of a guard who was watching them. "What's going on?" Flarence asked him.
The guard replied to him,"It's unfortunate you were there when it happened, but the Noblewoman wishes to question the prisoners as soon as they awake; these here may be from other worlds."
Flarence continued pondering. He had a feeling that his dream and these strange people were connected, but he didn't say anything. When these strangers woke up, they wouldn't even know where they were, questioning them would prove rather pointless... or at least Flarence seemed to think so. Flarence sat patiently and waited for the strangers to wake up.
Flarence lied in sleep, and he dreamed. Voices without faces seemed to call and mock, as if placing order and establishing chaos in unknown amounts. Flarence could hardly focus in on the voices, it was difficult to make out the sounds with his hazy mind. He had to concentrate. He pushed into his dream...
"So... this is where everything will be combined," a deep and commanding voice echoed from nowhere.
"I'm not sure we'll be able to pull it off, these 'Nobles,' of Xandria could prove worthy adversaries," another replied. There was laughter among the darkness, whoever these Nobles were, they weren't viewed as a threat.
To Flarence, he surely thought these voices must be Gods. Flarence was amused. Right, Gods. What a joke, he thought to himself. Flarence was just dreaming. He decided to enjoy it while it lasted and not assume anything ridiculous like that again.
"SHAMOHL," one yelled in the dark. There was a response; "JAO." There was immediate rumbling and a heavy pressure in the air as the commanding voice spoke over them. "Dare not to speak your names, we are being watched," it said to them.
"Here in Xandria is where we will merge the worlds. We have already captured the souls. The disbursement will take place over time, we have captured the heroes of the worlds, and sealed them away, however we do not have the power to eradicate them. Death has been disobedient as of late".
Flarence took back what he was thinking earlier. These guys had to be Gods. However, they were not all-powerful, it seemed.
"Over time? Alright then, I'll toss these ones out right now!" There was a monotonous argument and rumbling that sounded like thunder.
"DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU HAVE JUST DONE?!" the leading voice yelled. "lol wut," he said back.
"You have just released some from the captured, not only that, but together. It was hard enough capturing those!" The voice scolded.
"Whats the big deal? They don't remember us, and they don't know of Xandria or the fate of the world. We're all good!"
The players have entered the Capital of Xandria.
Flarence woke up to a bright light and a crashing sound. The roof of his house had been blown open. Instinctively, Flarence dashed out of bed and grabbed his sword that lay next to his door. He was about to draw the blade before he noticed four people knocked out on the floor of his home.
Flarence was deeply confused. Had people just crashed through his house? They were extremely strange looking to Flarence. None were dressed like Xandrains, nor did they have any tattoos from their owners, assuming they may be slaves.
Each had something completely different about them, meaning that even they were different to each other. Having just awoken from a strange dream, Flarence was already confused, but this was indeed.... strange. That was the only way he could explain it.
Before Flarence could approach the unconscious people, he was knocked out by a Xandrian soldier. Soldiers filled his home and tied up the people who had mysteriously appeared in Xandria. Flarence and the others were then transported to the Xandria castle, where their worlds began to shift more.
When Flarence had awoken, he was in a cell across from who were also caged but hadn't awoken yet. Flarence sat cross-legged, waiting for something to happen. He caught notice of a guard who was watching them. "What's going on?" Flarence asked him.
The guard replied to him,"It's unfortunate you were there when it happened, but the Noblewoman wishes to question the prisoners as soon as they awake; these here may be from other worlds."
Flarence continued pondering. He had a feeling that his dream and these strange people were connected, but he didn't say anything. When these strangers woke up, they wouldn't even know where they were, questioning them would prove rather pointless... or at least Flarence seemed to think so. Flarence sat patiently and waited for the strangers to wake up.
