Old Gods/Legends/What is Fate

Roleplay from Soren Navaar

Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods

Three friends walked down a winding path in fog, heading toward the city to become warriors for their homeland. From beyond their sight they heard an eerie chuckle. The three paused and looked at each other. “Dare we go on?” the first one asked. “Dare we stay?,” spoke the second. Both knew what the voice meant. The third grabbed both friends by the wrists and tugged them along. “If we want to be warriors, we must not fear a little fog,” they said. The other two rejoiced and followed along. A while later the first friend paused. “Do you hear that?” “No,” the others replied in unison. “There it is again!” they declared. Still nothing. “Someone needs help!” The first friend cried out and charged into the mist. “A true warrior never leaves someone to suffer!” When the friends caught up, they found no one, and their friend was gone. “What trickery is this?” the third friend shouted. “Your friend was going to one day lead an uprising that would slaughter your whole village. I decided to spare you that fate,” a voice called back. The two friends looked to each other and shuddered before thanking the Ephemeral Emperor for his generosity. Maybe that was all He wanted. The fog seemed to have lifted slightly, so they decided to continue on. While making conversation about what might have been, continuing on their way to the city there came a growl from the fog. Both friends drew swords, ready for the creature to strike. The creature, a great wolf, pounced, but the third friend dove to the side, finding safety. The second was not so lucky. A gargled cry for help was all that was heard before the third friend sliced the wolf’s head clean from its body. The Ephemeral Emperor chuckled from the mist once again. “Emperor, why are you doing this?” The Ephemeral Emperor giggled again. “This one was going to watch you rise to fame. They would have killed you in your sleep out of jealousy.” The last surviving friend looked at the remains beside him and fell to his knees. “Let me have it then. What is my fate?” Slowly, the fog lifted, and the city was in plain sight ahead of them. “You will lead humanity to great things young warrior.” “But my fate? My friends?” the friend called back. “How can you leave me be?” The Ephemeral Emperor laughed once more, nowhere to be seen. “My dear warrior, who do you think convinced you to take these fellows along?”

Soren Navaar