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Nightwing32193
2018-08-29, 05:03 PM
Gariff wakes up with his face in the dirt and a piercing ache in his head. The silt tastes bitter and foul, and despite the dim twilight, it is hot as though it has been baking in the sun. The bitter stench of brimstone and curdled milk assaults his nostrils, coating his tongue and throat in a nausea inducing film. Sitting up, Gariff spits as he wipes the scarlet soil off of his face. As he does so, he smacks his head on a low overhang of rock and curses in pain, rubbing his scalp ruefully. Looking around, he begins to take stock of his surroundings. He is in a shallow cave, barely more than an indentation, carved out of shiny black obsidian.

Outside the overhang, a vast, flat plain extends for hundreds of miles in every direction; the horizon seems much further than any horizon on earth. A furious wind howls perpetually across the plain, carrying with it the faint and distant sound of screams. The sky roils with black clouds, and every so often a turbid ball of dark flame hurtles from the clouds and smashes violently into the ground with a powerful explosion. The entire land seems illuminated by an otherworldy red glow with no discernible source, and the ground is covered in blood and viscera as far as the eye can see. To his left, Gariff can see a range of obsidian mountains stretch far into the distance, much sharper and more narrow than any earthly mountains, like a curved jaw of ebony fangs.

Dragodar
2018-08-29, 05:07 PM
Far, far away, looking like little more than a thin, pencil drawn line across the red landscape, a jagged black river cuts harshly through the plain. Gariff's eyes narrow. "Styx," he says through gritted teeth. As he gazes into the distance, a massive fireball slams into the ground several yards away with a concussive blast, sending him sprawling onto his back and leaving a deafening ringing in his ears. As he sits up and recovers from the intense heat and thundering sound, he sees a burnt black crater, nearly ten feet across, smoking and smoldering less than thirty feet away.

"I fücking hate this place," he mutters to himself. Through the dim lava light, he begins to feel the oppressive majesty of the blasted waste around him. The endless battlefield of devils and demons wages its own war upon his mind and senses as the shrieks and wails of the damned echo softly in his ears. "Now's as good a time as any to get the hell out of here," he growls, with a bitter smile at his own pun.

Turning around as he stands, he sees the diminutive frame of his companion, Thuria Auriniua, the golden feline ult he fondly calls Fury. "Fury, time to go," he says. The small humanoid lion stirs, his wings twitching as he slowly fights his way into consciousness.

With great effort, Fury rolls over onto his back, coughing slightly as he stares up at the black stone overhang. "What. Are. We. Doing. Here?" he asks, without looking away from the rock above him.

"Beats me, Fury, but we're on our way out. Let's not miss our train."

Gariff brushes the crimson sand off of himself as he mutters a few incantations, casting protective wards over himself and his companion.