Accompanying the screams along the winds now were whispers. Incoherent and menacing ones, some with only a few recognizeable words that popped up in between the mad babbling. Common, Valthi, Demonic, Offworlder Tongues, Nekonian, Dwarvish, Inustani, it was all there.
Then came a dark and deep voice from within the wind, cutting through the whispers like a knife. Everyone in the party could hear it, this entity wasn't going for exclusiveness. "Won't you JOIN US?? There's always room in the Conversation. WE HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY!!!! SUCH WONDROUS SIGHTS TO SHOW!!!" it said, taunting them from within the deep fog, laughing maniacly upon finishing it's piece.
Then the fog seemed to clear... no... seemed to be pushed aside, revealing something to the group.
To each member it was a different vision. To each one it was equally convincing.
To Astrynax, it was the accursed moogle himself... End. Looking very disappointed.
To Kilisha, it was her own brother, Tairn. The one she had accidentally killed years ago. He even had an arrow sticking out of his throat.
To Duile, it was his human father. Looking quite agitated.
To Bunny, it was a wounded wolf. One that looked like the very same wolf she had tried to bring into the group. It looked like it was covered in severe wounds.
(OOC: This is gonna get very personal for some of the characters here, cutting it really deep.)
Astrynax
"You stupid fool... you haven't learned ANYTHING have you? Still having those thoughts and urges aren't we Astrynax? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY ENLIL TRIED TO HELP AN IDIOT SUCH AS YOURSELF!!!" said the diminutive moogle-dragoon, pointing an accusing finger at the mage.
Kilisha
"Recognize your handiwork you stupid bitch?" asked Kilisha's brother, his voice seething. All while saying this, black ooze dripped down from the wound in his neck.
Duile
"You worthless pathetic ingrate! Here you are off doing shit work AGAIN!!!! This is what you wanted to do so much with your life Duile? THIS of all things was better than being apart of the Doman Military? You're a disgrace... a mistake that I wish I had never made!" growled his father, looking down upon his son, as if he were still a child.
"Dad?" asked the Half-Elf, his usually stern face fading into a look of absolute confusion and a bit of pain.
"Don't you DAD me... you're becoming more and more of a worthless investment BY... THE... DAY!! I don't even know how your whore of a mother could've given her ok on this line of work. Stupid elven bitch never knew what a REAL job was!!" snapped back his father... getting more and more enraged by the minute.
Duile tried to respond... but was choked back by fear. "N... N.... No!! That's not true!" he said finally getting enough courage to respond.
Bunny
The wolf gets up and whines towards her, pleading for help. Standing is an obvious task for it, as the canine's left leg is severly bloodied and appears broken. As if it had fallen into a hunter's trap. It's eyes pleading to Bunny... wanting help...
(Yeah... this is gonna be pretty interesting...)
Edited by: Ash Fanrico
