Thoughts from the DreamingSo, these were handed off to me, told that they were 'fake' memories from The Dreaming, where pale masked people reside(d?). They had to have happened to somebody, though. - IYou remember seeing the armies facing off against each other, each side knowing it was in the right. The soldier was surprised when you cornered him behind a tent, but more surprised when your lance ran him through. Such a simple thing to break a bone. It's all a matter of leverage, really. Just apply the right force to the right spot. But oh, the sound it makes... music to your ears. You remember standing in the shadows, simply watching. A man in a drunken rage is bludgeoning his best friend to death. Now he'll never find out that he was innocent. You remember the way the champion's bronze mask shattered when struck. He rushed to quickly cover his face that he dropped his spear. The very same spear that finished him. You remember the musician unable to get his instrument to play. For a good minute in frustration, so bewildered that no sound came out. fittingly, you ran your barb through his ear. You remember the village of frightened farmers. Stalking between the buildings as they hid among their homes. The parents of the boy you just killed were so petrified by fear that there was almost no joy in killing them. Almost. |
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