Vision Log
From Atlantic Roleplay Wiki
Title: Vision Log
Author: Enoch
The vision began in Moonglow. I stood facing the Archmage Greypawn.
We were on top of what I recognized as his tower.
We began to do battle, and as he began to cast one of his overly intricate Archmage spells, Edda appeared behind him, covered his mouth, and delivered a crippling blow to his spine, rendering him paralyzed from the neck down. I quickly opened a moongate to the top of Charnell Hill, where he would not be able to feed off the power of his island. We dragged him through, removed his clothing, and chained him to one of the pillars atop the hill.
I calmly explained to him that it was here that he would meet oblivion, but that he would have to wait. First he would be made to endure torture more horrifying than anything he had experienced in his long years. All of this was strangely calm. Edda and I proceeded with in an unemotional manner, hearts cold as the death knights'. She used her graceful knife skills to carve runes into his body, and I informed him that he would soon be fed upon by the vermin of Umbra. We at first produced several rats from our pockets, and made them sniff and nibble at his flesh. As time went on, more rats were made to come join the feast, at first from the woods, then from cracks in the rocks of Charnell Hill, and eventually they began falling from the sky and swarming up the hill.
Graypawn cried out in pain as they scratched and knawed at him, tearing at his eyes and leaving their feces in his mouth. After a while, I walked up to him and whispered some incantations, and his flesh began to burn and boil as flames sprung from the ground around him. He was made to suffer both the ravenous hunger of the rats and the melting of his flesh many times over, until his spirit was utterly crushed and beyond repair. After our final act of illusionary torture, Edda calmly handed me her blade, and I thrust it into his chest, proceeding to tear out his heart. He soon succumbed to the peaceful embrace of Oblivion.
I was not surprised by the images that were produced, but it was intriguing that both Edda and I were purely mechanical in our efforts, showing no sign of the passions or emotions.