A sort of warm glow overtook Drakan, as his eyes adjusted he found himself laying on his back in a field of yellow, and blue flowers. The sunlight bathed him in it’s golden hue, the warmth filling every fiber of his being, “Was it just a dream?” Slowly Drakan got up from the ground, though it was awkward as if every joint in his body was completely stiff. Patting the dirt off of his trousers, Drakan would make his way slowly through the field looking for anything to indicate where he was. As Drakan wondered for what felt like an hour he noticed something off in the distance, what he guessed was a lone figure, standing there. A little quicker than before Drakan started to walk, and then ran towards the figure, “Hey! Do you know where I am?”
Drakan got closer to the figure, noticing that they were wearing some kind of dark cloak, “Hello! I seem to be lost, do you happen to know where this place is?”
Condition Petrified Gained
Effect:
Unable to Act, able to percieve actions.
Suddenly Drakan felt cold, a chill that ran straight into his bones, every joint ground to a halt, every muscle spasmed out, his instincts screamed to run away. His eyes went wide, losing focus for a moment as the figure turned to face him, he suddenly found that they were close, incredibly close, maybe ten feet from each other. Creaking out of Drakans throat were a few broken sounding words, “Please, I, help.” The figure approached, and with a simple motion it raised a hand, placing it on his face. It was burning hot, an excruciating pain, that was so intense it made his vision flash white as he fought to stay awake. A feminine voice came from the dark hood that obscured the figures face, “It’s time to awake, my Apprentice.” Screaming out Drakan felt himself being pulled into the black pit of that open hood, engulfed by it’s unnatural darkness.
Condition Unconscious Removed
Effect:
Regain Consciousness
Jolting awake Drakan found himself lying in front of a fireplace, wrapped in some kind of fur blanket. Breathing heavily Drakan looked around, trying to figure out where he was. Drakan felt hands clasp around his neck, pulling him backwards gently, his eyes went wide as his primal instincts screamed to flee, but his legs refused to move. He felt the back of his head press against something soft, and one of those hands reached up from his chest, and began to caress the side of his face. Once more, that sickening voice creeped up, this time from behind him, “My dear Apprentice, you’re shaking like a leaf, what’s wrong?”
Condition Nauseated Gained
Effect:
Unable to move, unable to complete any action requiring concentration.
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Drakan had to steady himself, as he didn’t want to retch in front of this woman, he feared what that might entail for him. “You seem to be, petrified, why is that? Did I do something to you? Well… I suppose I did take you captive.”
Drakan could feel this woman's breath on the nape of his neck, her hand slowly leaving his face, instead moving through his hair. Slowly he managed to creak out a response, “I’m, not sure, why…” Slowly the woman patted his head, and moved away from Drakan, “I know why. I just thought you might be different, my dear Apprentice.” Drakans mind raced, “This is my chance, I should run now. Wait… where the hell is the exit to this place. Where even AM I? Can I get out of here, what if she’s dangerous?” Slowly Drakan could feel the woman moving around him, she was moving from behind, around the right, to face him. As the cloaked figure came around to face him, Drakans body began to freeze once more, his mind ceasing to run through ideas. Slowly the figure knelt back down, getting incredibly close, though no matter how close the two were, Drakan couldn’t see into the hood, as if some unnatural darkness guarded her face. “Perhaps, you are curious?” She said, tilting her head to the left a bit, slowly she moved a hand up to her hood, and then flicked it back.
Drakan had to fight to remain conscious as he stared at what was before him. Under the hood there was a woman, but she seemed more like a demon than a person. Twisted horns sprouted from her head, half of her face covered in blackened bandages, the other half had sharp features bathed in blood red, a single eye like that of a serpent, a quaint smile of dark purple. “Ah, my Apprentice, you must think of me a terrifying beast. You will adjust, with time, and then you will help me take what I want from this wretched world.” Slowly the woman moved her hand back out, Drakan tried to pull back, but it’s as if his body still wouldn’t obey his brain. Slowly the woman placed her hand on his face, a wicked grin forming on her face. Before Drakan could react she pushed herself upward, and placed her lips over his, forcing a kiss onto him, her eye shut, but Drakans remained forced open. His body didn’t react, as if he were a stone statue, petrified in fear. As the woman pulled back, she still had that wicked smirk on her face, suddenly Drakan felt something hot burning his chest. “AAAAAAAAH” He screamed out in pain, hands grasping at the center of his chest, ripping his shirt open to reveal a crest, or some kind of marking etched into his skin like a scar, it was blazing hot red, like a fire burning him alive. After a few minutes the pain subsided, and the scars turned back to normal. The woman stood up, pulling her hood back over herself, “I’ll be back, to begin your training, soon my Apprentice. For now, sleep well.” Suddenly as she said sleep, Drakan felt incredibly drowsy. His eyes were fighting to remain open, as the hooded figure stared at him, before eventually he succumbed to sleep.
Curse Gained:
Slaves Crest
Effect:
Unable to disobey Orders (Pain), unable to harm owner (Pain), unable to lie to owner (Pain), unable to kill owner (Death).