Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140725170325/@comment-12599067-20140802032834

(I'll take it, then.)

The first image hit her without warning, although it was not one she was unfamiliar with. The image of the raven beating it's wings against it's cage showed itself, although this time the bars rattled with every strike until the raven was free. It took to the air and was gaining speed, but then the sky itself shook and rain began to pour down. The raven squawked and attempted to stay airborne, but before Saga could see more, there was a flash as the sky itself quaked once more.

The second image didn't inspire much hope either. There was an arena of some kind, dug into the earth with wooden pikes driven into the earth to be sure the combatants could not escape from the pit. Inside the pit were multiple creatures, all battling one another with fang and claw. A bear had sunk it's fangs deep into the wing of a dragon while a screeching eagle swept downwards, raking it's claws against the hide of both the dragon and the bear as it flew. All the while, two serpents, one larger than the other, watched as the creatures tore each other apart, occasionally snapping their fangs at the other creatures. All the while, seventeen spectators watched on from above, jeering and clapping at the battle below.

The third image was even worse. The sky was red and the world itself seemed to be trembling at the majesty of some kind of giant shadow, crushing flesh and stone beneath it as it tore the world apart. Before it stood a man and his two advisors, a giant headless man and another man whose appeared to have broken every bone in his chest and legs, and behind them legions of shadowy figures. Suddenly and without warning, both advisors stepped forwards and drove knives into the man's chest, and withdrew from his rib cage the Red Diamond, shining and glistening with blood, and the legions of the damned behind them roared in approval as they raised their weapons to the crimson sky.

The last image was the worst of them all. A formless darkness, speaking in inaudible whispers and muffled screams that came from multiple mouths somewhere beyond her vision, was before her, shifting into forms that were too terrible to discribe. However, the darkness finally settled upon one form. A horribly burned man, his bones blackened and his skin shrivelled from flame, locked gazes with eyeless sockets and regarded her for a moment, then raised a shrivelled finger to his burned mouth and hushed her.

And with that, the images faded from Saga's mind.