The Darkness Between the Stars
This.
This place.
It is Angband.
It is Angband.
Not an illusion.
When Gorlim wakes, he is in his cell. Beaten. Bloody. Tortured as he was, starving and thirsty, dizzy and exhausted, as if the Bar had only been a dream of possibilities and nothing more.
Screams ricochet over stone.
Flesh is rended.
Blood flows and drips steadily as the moan (so close now) ceases.
Heavy footsteps cross the sticky, stained floor. Brutal breathing, the sound of a creature whose mouth and nose are misformed, that must breath in a thick, mucousy manner just to live.
It was time.
This place.
It is Angband.
It is Angband.
Not an illusion.
When Gorlim wakes, he is in his cell. Beaten. Bloody. Tortured as he was, starving and thirsty, dizzy and exhausted, as if the Bar had only been a dream of possibilities and nothing more.
Screams ricochet over stone.
Flesh is rended.
Blood flows and drips steadily as the moan (so close now) ceases.
Heavy footsteps cross the sticky, stained floor. Brutal breathing, the sound of a creature whose mouth and nose are misformed, that must breath in a thick, mucousy manner just to live.
It was time.