Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Jul 12, 2010 23:03:49 GMT -5
Memories are one of the many things that make rise humans above the rest of the animals. All animals have memories, whether passed on at a genetic level or learned through harsh lessons, but it is humans that have found the only way to take those memories and make them meaningful. They add people, places, emotions, actions and everything else into a maelstrom of recognition that invokes a particular feeling. These feelings could be anything, depending on the person, but one thing is certain: to feel them is to be alive...not feeling...means that there is something wrong.
Shuffling through the streets as the town clock struck 11:30pm, a tall man passed through the town square and paused in front of a restaurant. Yes...he remembered this place vividly and yet the memories that were attached to this image seemed lost forever. He pictured the perfect day, his friends acting awkward around each other because of unspoken feelings but he couldn't remember smiling or feeling anything at this time. He recalled how he chased after one of them, could remember punching him in the jaw and he clenched his hand instictively. Pain was something that he would always remember: Forgoil Halifirien had become snared to pain.
The grey-haired man had been captured, tortured and then released with a strange ring in his possession. It was only later that he realized the effects that the ring was having on him, but by then it was too late. He had heard the voices, urging him to act against his friends and the one he loved, and he had struggled to keep these forces at bay. Sylph...she had tried to help him and Forgoil remembered the pained look upon her beautiful face as she watched his descent into insanity. He couldn't stay around her, not when he had the potential to harm her: so he fled.
Halifirien had spent months crossing the entire globe, trying to find something to unbind this curse but there was nothing to be found. He was a husk now, a pale reflection of his former glory, and he felt the presence of the ring ensnare him once more. It had urged him back to Spain, where all of this began, and Forgoil felt the presence of something else. It was like the ring but at the same time...something was different about it. It seemed to beckon to him, like a child that is separated from its mother, but he had to get that ring back from Sylph. There was still enough in this wizard to attempt a coup against the forces controlling him, but he needed to act quickly or else he would succumb to them.
Sylph, Talon or anyone else couldn't know that he had returned or why it was so. Sylph surely would've told everyone by now that he was possessed by a dark entity, and they would not hear him out at this point. And the worst part was that they weren't wrong: he was rapidly losing control of himself and as he learned at this same restaurant that he was capable of great acts of destruction. He had to do this quickly and quietly because Forgoil would find the ring one way or another, and it wouldn't bode well if he found it when he wasn't himself.
ooc: Open thread, just trying to get back into the swing of things after my extended absence.
Shuffling through the streets as the town clock struck 11:30pm, a tall man passed through the town square and paused in front of a restaurant. Yes...he remembered this place vividly and yet the memories that were attached to this image seemed lost forever. He pictured the perfect day, his friends acting awkward around each other because of unspoken feelings but he couldn't remember smiling or feeling anything at this time. He recalled how he chased after one of them, could remember punching him in the jaw and he clenched his hand instictively. Pain was something that he would always remember: Forgoil Halifirien had become snared to pain.
The grey-haired man had been captured, tortured and then released with a strange ring in his possession. It was only later that he realized the effects that the ring was having on him, but by then it was too late. He had heard the voices, urging him to act against his friends and the one he loved, and he had struggled to keep these forces at bay. Sylph...she had tried to help him and Forgoil remembered the pained look upon her beautiful face as she watched his descent into insanity. He couldn't stay around her, not when he had the potential to harm her: so he fled.
Halifirien had spent months crossing the entire globe, trying to find something to unbind this curse but there was nothing to be found. He was a husk now, a pale reflection of his former glory, and he felt the presence of the ring ensnare him once more. It had urged him back to Spain, where all of this began, and Forgoil felt the presence of something else. It was like the ring but at the same time...something was different about it. It seemed to beckon to him, like a child that is separated from its mother, but he had to get that ring back from Sylph. There was still enough in this wizard to attempt a coup against the forces controlling him, but he needed to act quickly or else he would succumb to them.
Sylph, Talon or anyone else couldn't know that he had returned or why it was so. Sylph surely would've told everyone by now that he was possessed by a dark entity, and they would not hear him out at this point. And the worst part was that they weren't wrong: he was rapidly losing control of himself and as he learned at this same restaurant that he was capable of great acts of destruction. He had to do this quickly and quietly because Forgoil would find the ring one way or another, and it wouldn't bode well if he found it when he wasn't himself.
ooc: Open thread, just trying to get back into the swing of things after my extended absence.