The Fall of Water I
The machine whirs and hums, brought to life again and you both hop on, there’s just enough room if you shed the non essential items from your packs.
The trail you both left on your first trip up the phenomenon is crystal clear in the snow and ice. Knowing what to expect, you push forward faster than you did originally, the snow and wind pick up as you approach the Wall.
You both agree to leave the machine outside the Wall and step off, buffeted by the wind and snow, Thomas steps forward, you see the plain case in one hand and he motions to you with the other.
“STAY CLOSE!” The wind is deafening at this point. Thomas kneels to the ground and sets the box on the snow. He grabs your hand and opens the box. Immediately, the shockwave erupts from the box, but mysteriously, you are unaffected. The unnatural sensations of the sound of the ocean, the roar of the wind, the frigidness of snow, the steam heat of boiled water are present, but encapsulate you both in an aura of comfort, instead of pushing you away. You feel a serenity in the midst of this otherworldly sensation.
Thomas looks at you, wide eyed. “Here goes nothing.” He picks up the dagger and you see a glow emit from his eyes. His voice grows deeper, more resonant. It’s Thomas, but there is something more there. “Take the box, the wizard would not appreciate losing it.” he states matter-of-factly. There is an edge to his words and you look to him unsure how to hold onto his hand and pick up the box with the other. Releasing your hand, Thomas’s voice is even less natural than before. “Have no fear, I shall keep you safe.”
You put the box in your bag and step forward with Thomas. The Wall looms before you, and as you near it, there is an intensity you can’t quite put your finger on, but the aura extends forward and the Wall parts as you move closer. You move forward slowly, until you are completely surrounded by the wall. A storm rages around you, but the dagger, or Thomas, or both, keep you safe from the raging forces around you. All around, a deep scream echoes. Pain and weariness intermixed with bitter rage. You shut your eyes and put your hands over your ears to stop the assault on your senses until Thomas puts a hand on your shoulder, and the screams subside. You both press on, there is an odd gleam in Thomas’ eyes, somewhere between determination you get the sense that he is having fun.
The trail you both left on your first trip up the phenomenon is crystal clear in the snow and ice. Knowing what to expect, you push forward faster than you did originally, the snow and wind pick up as you approach the Wall.
You both agree to leave the machine outside the Wall and step off, buffeted by the wind and snow, Thomas steps forward, you see the plain case in one hand and he motions to you with the other.
“STAY CLOSE!” The wind is deafening at this point. Thomas kneels to the ground and sets the box on the snow. He grabs your hand and opens the box. Immediately, the shockwave erupts from the box, but mysteriously, you are unaffected. The unnatural sensations of the sound of the ocean, the roar of the wind, the frigidness of snow, the steam heat of boiled water are present, but encapsulate you both in an aura of comfort, instead of pushing you away. You feel a serenity in the midst of this otherworldly sensation.
Thomas looks at you, wide eyed. “Here goes nothing.” He picks up the dagger and you see a glow emit from his eyes. His voice grows deeper, more resonant. It’s Thomas, but there is something more there. “Take the box, the wizard would not appreciate losing it.” he states matter-of-factly. There is an edge to his words and you look to him unsure how to hold onto his hand and pick up the box with the other. Releasing your hand, Thomas’s voice is even less natural than before. “Have no fear, I shall keep you safe.”
You put the box in your bag and step forward with Thomas. The Wall looms before you, and as you near it, there is an intensity you can’t quite put your finger on, but the aura extends forward and the Wall parts as you move closer. You move forward slowly, until you are completely surrounded by the wall. A storm rages around you, but the dagger, or Thomas, or both, keep you safe from the raging forces around you. All around, a deep scream echoes. Pain and weariness intermixed with bitter rage. You shut your eyes and put your hands over your ears to stop the assault on your senses until Thomas puts a hand on your shoulder, and the screams subside. You both press on, there is an odd gleam in Thomas’ eyes, somewhere between determination you get the sense that he is having fun.
