As soon as he was there, he realized that he must surely exist in this place, for he could feel and he could see. And yet he wasn't sure of this. It had been so long since he had been able to notice things like these. However, he tried to see past the purple and put both his hands on the mushed mass of meat that had once served as his face.
"If I had known I'd be damned to this horrible figure, I might not have used the hammer on my face..."- the pandaren sighed.
It had been almost a year since he had passed on to the spirit realm, or so he thought this was what the purple place was. A humid and hot purple vapour lay above the same-coloured ground, preventing the Sentry from seeing further than his own body , and even that was hazy.
Suddenly a bright white light blinded him and he heard the crying of a familiar voice. When his eyes grew used to the light, he was back where he always was and it was purple once more.
Yet someone stood before him. It was a beautiful woman and where she stood, the purple gave way to green and the haze seemed to dissipate and give way to a shining aura.
"Greetings my child, I am Freyjia." -she said. "I have been searching for you for a long time, as you never came to the gates of Fólkvangr or for that case, the Valhalla"
"Your Grace, your name was not familiar but any mortal who would set eyes upon your magnificence would be able to tell at first glance that you are a great Lady and with inmense power, seeing as you have broken your way into this... this spirit realm." -andrekeroxd replied.
“And yet, warrior, my vision regarding this place has been clouded by some power. Someone has attempted to cheat a fallen warrior from Odin and myself. For I know that this cannot be only your doing. This blasphemer shall be found and put an end to. And as it so happens, it is your destiny to aid Cryptite on the doing of said task.” – Freyjia said gravely. “However, you are not yet strong enough or will be with the passing of time, and much less if your consciousness is being held hostage in this place.”
“For you, your Grace, I would wage a thousand wars and rot for as much time as you would have me in this… trap” –andrekeroxd declared.
“However, you would not be of much use to me or your realm stuck in this limbo, would you? No adventurer, I would bid you, who was once known as the traveler, to aid Cryptite in the finding of the ones who are guilty of such treachery against the gods. You must help him and your fellow travelers fortify themselves.” –the Goddess said to him. She continued: “Your companions wage war between themselves and each world they visit is flooded in their blood. As a wise one of your kind once said: “We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.”
“Your grace, it is not my place to disagree, but you must know that I am all not that I seem. I have cheated and betrayed many. Few of my friends received something that was not a dagger to their backs” – andrekeroxd said, while bowing his head.
“It is good that you acknowledge this, and for that I shall leave you something”- Freyjia said, as she drew a beautiful necklace from her robes “This is Brisingamen”. Saying this, she took a small pearl from it and put the necklace back around her neck. She folded her hands around the pearl and a white light came from in-between her palms.
When the light was gone, the pandaren could see between the palms of the Goddess a white mask made of clay with a red symbol on it. The pandaren received the mask, admired it for a second and then he put it over his face, completely enclosing his horrible wounds and the top half of his face.
“Wear this, brave pandaren, It is made out of the hardened white clay from your birth-town. Let it remind you of what your original purpose was.” -Freyjia explained. “The red symbol upon it is written in the language of your ancestors, known only to those of your bloodline, you need not to be explained what it means, I assume?”- she asked.
“Of course not, Your Grace” -andrekeroxd nodded
“Good, let it remind you of your sins, so you may not commit them again”- Freyjia said “Finally, I know that you cannot use your vision with the mask, I made it so that you know to trust me and you may hone your other skills and not trust so much in what you see, but what you feel and think” –The Goddess said. “I cannot take you completely back to your realm, but the mask will give you the power to transport your consciousness to the place of your death. From there, you must figure a way to recover your physical remains, which must be scattered around the world. And remember spider, you are not the only one with little birds, so try not to outwit me”
And with that, the Goddess vanished and it was purple again.
“I shall not, I promise” –andrekeroxd, the adventurer, said to himself.
"If I had known I'd be damned to this horrible figure, I might not have used the hammer on my face..."- the pandaren sighed.
It had been almost a year since he had passed on to the spirit realm, or so he thought this was what the purple place was. A humid and hot purple vapour lay above the same-coloured ground, preventing the Sentry from seeing further than his own body , and even that was hazy.
Suddenly a bright white light blinded him and he heard the crying of a familiar voice. When his eyes grew used to the light, he was back where he always was and it was purple once more.
Yet someone stood before him. It was a beautiful woman and where she stood, the purple gave way to green and the haze seemed to dissipate and give way to a shining aura.
"Greetings my child, I am Freyjia." -she said. "I have been searching for you for a long time, as you never came to the gates of Fólkvangr or for that case, the Valhalla"
"Your Grace, your name was not familiar but any mortal who would set eyes upon your magnificence would be able to tell at first glance that you are a great Lady and with inmense power, seeing as you have broken your way into this... this spirit realm." -andrekeroxd replied.
“And yet, warrior, my vision regarding this place has been clouded by some power. Someone has attempted to cheat a fallen warrior from Odin and myself. For I know that this cannot be only your doing. This blasphemer shall be found and put an end to. And as it so happens, it is your destiny to aid Cryptite on the doing of said task.” – Freyjia said gravely. “However, you are not yet strong enough or will be with the passing of time, and much less if your consciousness is being held hostage in this place.”
“For you, your Grace, I would wage a thousand wars and rot for as much time as you would have me in this… trap” –andrekeroxd declared.
“However, you would not be of much use to me or your realm stuck in this limbo, would you? No adventurer, I would bid you, who was once known as the traveler, to aid Cryptite in the finding of the ones who are guilty of such treachery against the gods. You must help him and your fellow travelers fortify themselves.” –the Goddess said to him. She continued: “Your companions wage war between themselves and each world they visit is flooded in their blood. As a wise one of your kind once said: “We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.”
“Your grace, it is not my place to disagree, but you must know that I am all not that I seem. I have cheated and betrayed many. Few of my friends received something that was not a dagger to their backs” – andrekeroxd said, while bowing his head.
“It is good that you acknowledge this, and for that I shall leave you something”- Freyjia said, as she drew a beautiful necklace from her robes “This is Brisingamen”. Saying this, she took a small pearl from it and put the necklace back around her neck. She folded her hands around the pearl and a white light came from in-between her palms.
When the light was gone, the pandaren could see between the palms of the Goddess a white mask made of clay with a red symbol on it. The pandaren received the mask, admired it for a second and then he put it over his face, completely enclosing his horrible wounds and the top half of his face.
“Wear this, brave pandaren, It is made out of the hardened white clay from your birth-town. Let it remind you of what your original purpose was.” -Freyjia explained. “The red symbol upon it is written in the language of your ancestors, known only to those of your bloodline, you need not to be explained what it means, I assume?”- she asked.
“Of course not, Your Grace” -andrekeroxd nodded
“Good, let it remind you of your sins, so you may not commit them again”- Freyjia said “Finally, I know that you cannot use your vision with the mask, I made it so that you know to trust me and you may hone your other skills and not trust so much in what you see, but what you feel and think” –The Goddess said. “I cannot take you completely back to your realm, but the mask will give you the power to transport your consciousness to the place of your death. From there, you must figure a way to recover your physical remains, which must be scattered around the world. And remember spider, you are not the only one with little birds, so try not to outwit me”
And with that, the Goddess vanished and it was purple again.
“I shall not, I promise” –andrekeroxd, the adventurer, said to himself.
