Post by Enemy of Fate on Apr 7, 2006 19:01:26 GMT
Deithus awoke from his unending sleep in a blind panic, panting in repetitively shallow breaths; his lungs were aflame at the lack of oxygen. His pupils dilated and sweat poured down his face and pooled around his body, he quickly sat up at the waist to peruse his new surrounding, using his back arms as support for his midsection.
His eyes gazed around the room, sweat dripped from his nose as his head swung back around him to get a full view of the room he was in.
The walls were burnished metal, with no gaps between the walls; the entire room was forged from a single piece of metal, with no holes bar for a large metallic door to his behind. He looked down at his body to see he had been clothed in a simple two piece burlap legging and linen shirt, his feet were bear. He then began patting himself to see if he was awake, his flesh felt sore to touch, particularly tender were his ankles and neck. With each pat against his clothes he drew more sweat onto his hands, which felt moist and fresh to the touch.
The room drew heavy with darkness, the walls holstered two blue, glowing spheres, seemingly designed for the purpose of providing light to the entire room, although seemed to be doing this job somewhat ineffectively.
Deithus rose up to his feet, struggling under the tenderness of his feet and arms, he proceeded to view the rest of the room which appeared otherwise empty, it appeared that he had spent an exceptionally long time on the floor looking at the amount of sweat that had pooled around the area where his body had been, yet his back did not seem exceptionally sore of stiff.
Deithus cast back his mind, trying to remember how or what had happened that had ended up in his waking in this room, but he drew a blank, his mind then turned to other thoughts that should have proved commonplace for anyone, ‘Who am I’ and ‘Where was I born’ all came up blank, Deithus stood still for a moment, his forehead contorted and wrinkled and his brow furrowed as he thought about his predicament for a moment. This feeling of ambiguity was unique to him, even if he had felt like this before, he could not remember it, yet every nerve in his brain tingled with the sensation that there was something wrong.
After pacing back and forth for his room in a stupor, trying to remember, he turned his attention back once again to his current predicament, moving forwards to the door with arm outstretched to inspect it. It appeared solid at a glance, made of the same metal as the walls of the room the only way it could be seen or perceived as a door was the mechanism positioned to the centre right of the door, a simple impression in the shape of a hand, defiantly designed to restrain whomever was inside, preventing them from exiting, but as he approached the door it opened in a smooth a noiseless descent into the lower portion of its frame.
Deithus instinctively took a sharp step backwards into the room; he peered through the open portal to view the adjacent room. He could see another metal door on the opposite side from his open door.
He ever so slowly moved towards the open door, as his vision into the next room grew larger he could see a series of metal doors identical to the one he had just exited, this room appeared to be much more brightly lit by much more powerful glow sphere that were affixed to the walls. After much assurance that the path was safe, Deithus took his first step into the adjacent room with surprising caution, finally being able to view the entire room. It appeared circular in design, with a series of eight identical doors, spaced evenly around the walls. Except for the door directly next to the one he had exited from, which was slightly larger, with an identical one to that on the opposing side.
The door located two doors from the larger one was enormous compared to all the other ones however, and appeared marked with a series of dots and connection lines, indicating some sort of sign or notice in a language not interpretable by Deithus. He hung for a moment in thought, bracing his chin with his hand and stroking in disbelief, his beard appeared clean shaven, and as he ran his finger across his chin he could feel a scar burn under the pressure. He then moved to one of the walls so as to see his reflection, in hopes of in some way triggering a memory, or glimmer of hope in his brain as to his origin or reason for being in this sterile hellhole.
Deithus admired himself in the reflective walls of the main room, he was a fairly tall humanoid, middle aged as he could determine from the wavering reflection in the wall, his jaw dropped and he stood dumbfounded at the image in the wall…. He could not remember his face, he could not delve deep as he had hoped to pull any trace or glimmer of the character stood in front of him in the wall. He was blatantly human… at least that much he could decipher, simple definitions and motor functions were readily on hand from his mind, yet nothing more sprung forth.
His eyes gazed around the room, sweat dripped from his nose as his head swung back around him to get a full view of the room he was in.
The walls were burnished metal, with no gaps between the walls; the entire room was forged from a single piece of metal, with no holes bar for a large metallic door to his behind. He looked down at his body to see he had been clothed in a simple two piece burlap legging and linen shirt, his feet were bear. He then began patting himself to see if he was awake, his flesh felt sore to touch, particularly tender were his ankles and neck. With each pat against his clothes he drew more sweat onto his hands, which felt moist and fresh to the touch.
The room drew heavy with darkness, the walls holstered two blue, glowing spheres, seemingly designed for the purpose of providing light to the entire room, although seemed to be doing this job somewhat ineffectively.
Deithus rose up to his feet, struggling under the tenderness of his feet and arms, he proceeded to view the rest of the room which appeared otherwise empty, it appeared that he had spent an exceptionally long time on the floor looking at the amount of sweat that had pooled around the area where his body had been, yet his back did not seem exceptionally sore of stiff.
Deithus cast back his mind, trying to remember how or what had happened that had ended up in his waking in this room, but he drew a blank, his mind then turned to other thoughts that should have proved commonplace for anyone, ‘Who am I’ and ‘Where was I born’ all came up blank, Deithus stood still for a moment, his forehead contorted and wrinkled and his brow furrowed as he thought about his predicament for a moment. This feeling of ambiguity was unique to him, even if he had felt like this before, he could not remember it, yet every nerve in his brain tingled with the sensation that there was something wrong.
After pacing back and forth for his room in a stupor, trying to remember, he turned his attention back once again to his current predicament, moving forwards to the door with arm outstretched to inspect it. It appeared solid at a glance, made of the same metal as the walls of the room the only way it could be seen or perceived as a door was the mechanism positioned to the centre right of the door, a simple impression in the shape of a hand, defiantly designed to restrain whomever was inside, preventing them from exiting, but as he approached the door it opened in a smooth a noiseless descent into the lower portion of its frame.
Deithus instinctively took a sharp step backwards into the room; he peered through the open portal to view the adjacent room. He could see another metal door on the opposite side from his open door.
He ever so slowly moved towards the open door, as his vision into the next room grew larger he could see a series of metal doors identical to the one he had just exited, this room appeared to be much more brightly lit by much more powerful glow sphere that were affixed to the walls. After much assurance that the path was safe, Deithus took his first step into the adjacent room with surprising caution, finally being able to view the entire room. It appeared circular in design, with a series of eight identical doors, spaced evenly around the walls. Except for the door directly next to the one he had exited from, which was slightly larger, with an identical one to that on the opposing side.
The door located two doors from the larger one was enormous compared to all the other ones however, and appeared marked with a series of dots and connection lines, indicating some sort of sign or notice in a language not interpretable by Deithus. He hung for a moment in thought, bracing his chin with his hand and stroking in disbelief, his beard appeared clean shaven, and as he ran his finger across his chin he could feel a scar burn under the pressure. He then moved to one of the walls so as to see his reflection, in hopes of in some way triggering a memory, or glimmer of hope in his brain as to his origin or reason for being in this sterile hellhole.
Deithus admired himself in the reflective walls of the main room, he was a fairly tall humanoid, middle aged as he could determine from the wavering reflection in the wall, his jaw dropped and he stood dumbfounded at the image in the wall…. He could not remember his face, he could not delve deep as he had hoped to pull any trace or glimmer of the character stood in front of him in the wall. He was blatantly human… at least that much he could decipher, simple definitions and motor functions were readily on hand from his mind, yet nothing more sprung forth.