Hapenlok’s Visions of Michol’s death

Hapenlok had visions of Sir Michol on Wednesday night.

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Category: Towns
Topic: Wehnimer’s Landing

Date: 04/27/2017 02:32 AM CDT

From: GAROFALOA

Subj: Log excerpts from Hapenlok's visions(Semi OOC a bit TL;DR,)

Well, a pretty eventful couple of days for Hapenlok, now, i had previously posted the beginning of the torment. Now, over this night and the past night, it’s all been pulled together, and a lot of you are totally confused. So, i’ve pretty much edited all my logs from last night and tonight with all the lovlieness, apparently, some of you had some third person messaging, judging by the reactions some of you had, so if anyone could reciprocate and post, i’d like to see what was going on from other peoples’ point of view if possible. Like, the doll thing. Anyway, prepare your butts for a wall of text!

(Visions from the previous night)
Your vision fades, and things look blurry around you. You move through the streets more now, rain falling from the sky. You step past a water puddle, briefly looking down, your brooding steel grey eyes and wet, yet unruly blue-black hair matted from the rain.
Your vision continues to be blurred, almost as if in a haze, and your hand goes to your scabbard, slowly unsheathing your blue mithril wakizashi. You pass by the northern gates, where a guard in the tower nods to you, but you pay him no mind as you slip into the forest, among the cover of night and storm. Your vision fades.
Your vision flickers again, as if memories or dreams flashing before your eyes. You are crouching, almost hugging the ground, slowly maneuvering through multi-hued patches of wildflowers.
Your vision blurs again, and night continues to pass, as you hide among the grass and dirt. Your eyes never are pulled far from the outpost. You think for a moment you hear someone shouting, an argument perhaps, a man and a woman.

Your vision continues to flicker, in and out, in and out, like the wild and sporadic illumination of lightning brightening the darkness. You wait, and the voices have stopped shouting. From out of the gate, a man in a Hendoran uniform and a thick white beard storms into view, marching off into the forest. You pause for a few moments, clench your wakizashi tight, then creep off into his direction. Your vision ends.

And now we get to tonight:
You suddenly feel a sharp stabbing pain in your head!
You suddenly feel a sharp stabbing pain in your left leg!
Your vision begins to flicker in and out.
Your eyes glaze over as you stare, unfocused, into the distance.
For a brief moment, your in the barracks. The next, the forest.
Again, the barracks, another flicker, the forest. Back and forth, the images flash, throwing you into an uneasy sense of vertigo.

You smell the scent of grass, and trees…and for a moment, your surroundings fade, as a memory creeps back to you. Your prey is walking in the woods, angry, he kicks at a tree, and you follow like a silent shadow.
You watch as the white-bearded man stops near some trees, exhaling as he takes in some breaths, attempting to calm himself. He stands among a grove of trees, looking up at the icy peaks of the Glatoph beyond. You reach into a container, and remove a white-bearded burlap doll. You drag the tip of your wakizashi across the doll’s leg, and the man near the trees falls to the ground!
With a faint incantation and a whisper of “Burn…” a spark fire leaves your finger tips, curling around the doll, and Michol begins to thrash on the ground, trying to slap away invisible flames.
You step out of the shadows now, the doll in your hands scorched and nicked. Michol squirms in the grove, his eyes filled with tears, pain, agony…and surprise, as he sees your approach.
You grip your blue mithril wakizashi a little tighter.
You clench the doll tightly in your hands, its frayed and scorched burlap surface the origin of Michol’s writhing agony. You pause for a moment, and stop. Michol slowly rises, turning to you….”Resist….” he says, fighting back pain, “…I do not want to hurt you….”
With another flick, more flames wreath the doll, and Michol once more falls to the ground. Your vision keeps flickering in and out, in and out. Again, Michol tries to rise, but you suddenly tire of the doll, and turn your palm outward to ignite Michol himself!
Nothing happens.
You are in town, surrounded by friends and allies. Another flicker, you are in the woods, standing as the corpse burns before you. Another flicker, back in town, another flicker, the fires rage.
>Meureii curiously asks, “Did anyone else see the doll head poking out of Hap’s pouch there?”(I sure didn’t! LOL)
You remove a white-bearded burlap doll from in your goat hide pouch.

I sincerely apologize for not being quite so forthcoming. and to any frustration that any involved might have had. It was the way i had chosen to improvise and RP with what was presented to me.

Anyway, Thanks everyone, we kicked ass tonight, glad i could get my mind off my troubles for a few hours.