Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

Brother Jackson... a voice whispers through the dankess of the priests dreams, bringing his eyes to open in awe from the sight of partially wravelled specters around him, no walls, floor, or ceiling to keep him standing but yet he's just floating in the air. By the cosmos... his lips utter as his mind and body both are stunned through the vision before him. Suddenly his body is whisked forward, stopping in a room open to the anomoly behind him and halting before hitting a table with a large fabric ontop. Multiple colored threads coelesqued in one area while a figure works on two, one a dull grey and the other a vibrant silver-blue mettalic colored thread. You are probably wondering who I am, but that won't matter for now, the figure says, it's fingers working on a knot which has been made on the grey thread, setting it down before peircing the knot with the silver-blue thread. Then what are you going to tell me, that Twilight is coming back? Ceej says in a half-serious tone, knowing that something has to be wrong in the future of this reality to be taken through such a vision and allowed to see the symbolic representation on such a fabric. His gaze traces down a few threads, seeing that they combine over the coat of arms detailed to signify the capitol. You're closer to the truth more than you know Brother Jackson, the figure speaks with a slight melodic tone to it's voice, vibrating through the air and warping the appearance of the objects nearby. I've given you a choice earlier in your life, and you took the first path you found. Unfortunately, if you continue down such path you'll end up dying at the hands of Twilight. I'll be giving you another choice, young killer, to both redeem yourself and to set what you seek back into this world Balance. Belakai? Ceej asks and steps closer, the flooring under him bursting up before he's grasped by tendrils made from shadows, his hands gripping onto the floor as best he can, though his grip won't out last the tendrils. Belakai! he yells out, slamming an elbow into the ground and trying to crawl out of the hole. You show the composure of a bard, but yet the fighting spirit of a true warrior... your willpower might be stronger than most people could manage, but yet how your only bluff leaves you at a disadvantage will keep you from acheiving your goal... the figure speaks while stepping around the table. I'll unfortunately need to help tip the balances back into the betterment of reality's favor... with a hand lowered down torwards the priest, a trio of threads shooting from it's sleave and digging into Ceej's left arm, threading through into a heavy weave which looks much like a bracer. His eyes widened as he reached out with his right arm, noticing the threads injected into his other arm, looking back to the figure as he felt his body falling down with the tendrils dragging him away. What did you do? he calls out over the pain, though it's quickly numbed as he looks down to his feet as they're bare of tendrils before falling through the moon. Conahoy Jackson jumped from his rested sleep, falling forward from his praying stance as the moon is high, his eyes dialated as he tries to comprehend what had happened. My... bluff? he pants out as sweatdrops trickle off of his nose before hitting the dirt infront of him. His eyes look to the stave which fell forward as well, the gem gleaming a little brighter in the moonlight. His gaze quickly turns to his left arm, his right hand baring his sleave as he sits back and looking as a tripple weave that seems like tattoos along his forearm, though it continues up to his shoulder before he changes where he's looking through, unable to see where one of the threads go along his back, but able to spot that the red thread that goes to his heart is what looks like a sundial with the shadow warped. This can't be real... he says to himself before falling back against the tree, a leaf falling from it's branches and his eyes glare at it, watching as it freezes in place. Thank you Belakai... he whispers to himself as he closes his eyes, greatful for being given both such a gift and a second chance.