Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140927193312/@comment-5735114-20140930224157

(I'm not sure how, but Chinese Yahoo made its way into my bookmarks without me putting it there...)

Viraenil sat alone. He was in a massive room, full of gold and jewels, held up by pillars 10 feet thick. In the middle of the room, stood a pillar made of seemingly nothing but light, and atop it a thone, on which the High Elf was comfortably sitting. There was no door or exit in sight, and despite the lack of windows, there seemed to be light from outside. Suddenly, a young Dark Elf materialized before the pillar in bright blue flames, and instantly knelt down.

"Stand," commanded Viraenil.

The Elf stood at once. He was naked, apart from a few torn rags that hardly did any service to him, based on the snow that his unkempt hair held. He was also clearly malnourished.

It is his place.

"Speak."

"The gods wish to invite you to a banquet, Your Grace."

Viraenil chuckled. All these attempts to please him were always battered away. What did he, the most powerful of all, have to gain from gods? He was practically sitting on their power.

The Dark Elf seemed to understand after a moment. He left the same way he came in, and once the crackles of blue flame died away, the impenetrable veil of silence returned. Viraenil did nothing to disturb it. His isolation was his own, and it was what set him apart.

Even sound and light itself would bend to his will, and since he wanted it completely silent, so it was. The High Elf smiled, and silently reclined even further into the throne, until he was practically lying down.

The next moment, Viraenil was still lying down, though not on his throne in his Perfect World. It was in his dank, smelly cave, on a makeshift bed that mostly consisted of a log. It took him a moment to adjust back to reality. Once he did, he was not disappointed. His dream was not a dream, but a vision of things to come. Being discouraged about it wouldn't help.

''Soon enough... Soon enough.''