[RPG] [BT] The flow of Blood

[Dominic]

Suddenly, a loud noise woke Louis-Joseph up, like thunder in his ears. The
assassin had caused the Mysterious Armour of Blood to fall, but no later was
his blade already in the viscount. Louis-Joseph stared at the attacker, but
could not recognise him, he looked around, holding his hand against his
chest, and felt a warm liquid oozing on them. As the assassin pulled out his
dagger to strike again, the guards arrived, but too few, they could not
catch him. Louis-Joseph Chénier, the Viscount of Rolbury, a traitor to the
lands he layed in, lost counsciousness before even realising what had
happened.

Nightmares haunted him while his body faught the poison. He saw himself,
floating in the darkness of the void. His blood slithered out of his chest,
taking the shape of an enourmous serpent, hissing at him threateningly. He
tried to hold it off, but it was no use, the fluid-like snake attacked him
and pulled his heart out.

His eyes opened, he saw the healers hard at work around him, and heard
"stoped... bleeding" before fainting once again. This time he was at a
mountain-top. It was strangely similar to Gaxano, he could recognise some of
the features. He sat down, confused, and remained like that for what seemed
to be an eternity. He then heard a rumbling, and rocks started flying. The
mountain was collapsing, and he would be burried alive. A rock flew past his
head, and he watched it go down, and he quickly realised that the mountain
wasn't collapsing, it was sinking! The mountain was sinking in an ocean of
blood, as far as the eye can see. The floor split under his legs, and he
fell into the abyss.

Once again, he woke up, sweaty, to a nauseating odour. The stench was
unbearable, but it only took his a few seconds to slip into his coma once
again.

He was standing on the ocean of blood this time, as if it were solid. He
looked around, lost, and the blood snake slowly rose up from below, it's
head, the size of a small bear, rose to his level. Slowly, it's colour
turned dark, like dried blood, before becomming pitch black and taking the
shape of a true serpent.
-"Sserth?", he asked.
-"The Dragon.", she replied. "Your world grows ill, you have not carried out
the will of the world. She is here to collect what is not given. The blood
must flow, that is the way of things."
-"Who?", he asked in confusion, overwhelmed by this divine vision.
-"She sends her minions to you, to take from you what you refuse to give.
Dwyga is her name, dymons she has sent you. You must revive the temples, the
blood must flow."

Suddenly, it became clear to him once more. He awoke with clear ideas in his
mind. The daimons. They were the servants of a new spirit, one he had not
heard of before. Dwyga was the dragon that served as the world's last form
of resistance before decay. She brought the daimons to this world to force
the blood the flow, for humanity was not doing it. Plans for a new temple in
Rolbury were already appearing in his mind. And so he fell uncounscious once
more, his mind layed at rest while his body recovered.
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