26-03-2013, 06:28 PM
OOC: I will be pausing Nicholas officially now. This is the story as to why and how he was paused, and the obvious possibility of his death.
Nicholas shifted his tired eyes open, revealing the dimly lit cavern he had been sleeping in. He slowly shifted up. His throat ached from being so completely dry, his stomach rumbled once again from lack of food. He looked to the large lantern which lit the cave, the great light of Isohel to Nicholas. After several days with no food or water, Nick was beginning to be beckoned out of his mind more than he already was naturally. His unnourished body begged him for water as he sat unnerved in the extremely humid cave in the middle of the desert. He murmured dryly to the light of Isohel,
"My body may no longer offer this suffering up to you..." He looked aghast towards the light; as he spoke fearfully. "I am sorry.."
He slowly retrieved his canteen of dirty water and got up, leaving the cave to obtain nourishment from the people he never once trusted more than himself. When he arrived parched into the small camp of tents, the people looked as if he was insane; and rightfully so. A few kindly women offered him clean water to drink after succumbing to Nicholas' request that they say a prayer with him first.
After drinking this, Nicholas looked down at the food they had put into his hands. An apple, in which the sun's reflection showed the fire of the camp... it was Vulcadestus. Then the potato, the harvest of the land... it was Drymaterras. And finally the fish, the creatures from the sea to nourish him... it was Niponautes. The only god Nicholas did not have possession was Aezophyris; the god of messengers, travelers, journeys. It was the only presence that was not with him.
"Interesting..." He murmured to himself as he looked out at the path in front of him, his thirst quenched and food in his arms. That was the journey Aezophyris wanted him to take. The final trial to his mortal being to truly be following the will of the gods. And these 'pilgrims' were taking far too long for Nicholas to please his deities.
"I believe the gods have called me to continue the journey alone." He told the woman.
And so he did. With little food and water, and a journey of unknown proportions ahead of him, Nicholas' chances of surviving the desert of the great pilgrimage are slim to none.
May the gods be with you, Nicholas.
Nicholas shifted his tired eyes open, revealing the dimly lit cavern he had been sleeping in. He slowly shifted up. His throat ached from being so completely dry, his stomach rumbled once again from lack of food. He looked to the large lantern which lit the cave, the great light of Isohel to Nicholas. After several days with no food or water, Nick was beginning to be beckoned out of his mind more than he already was naturally. His unnourished body begged him for water as he sat unnerved in the extremely humid cave in the middle of the desert. He murmured dryly to the light of Isohel,
"My body may no longer offer this suffering up to you..." He looked aghast towards the light; as he spoke fearfully. "I am sorry.."
He slowly retrieved his canteen of dirty water and got up, leaving the cave to obtain nourishment from the people he never once trusted more than himself. When he arrived parched into the small camp of tents, the people looked as if he was insane; and rightfully so. A few kindly women offered him clean water to drink after succumbing to Nicholas' request that they say a prayer with him first.
After drinking this, Nicholas looked down at the food they had put into his hands. An apple, in which the sun's reflection showed the fire of the camp... it was Vulcadestus. Then the potato, the harvest of the land... it was Drymaterras. And finally the fish, the creatures from the sea to nourish him... it was Niponautes. The only god Nicholas did not have possession was Aezophyris; the god of messengers, travelers, journeys. It was the only presence that was not with him.
"Interesting..." He murmured to himself as he looked out at the path in front of him, his thirst quenched and food in his arms. That was the journey Aezophyris wanted him to take. The final trial to his mortal being to truly be following the will of the gods. And these 'pilgrims' were taking far too long for Nicholas to please his deities.
"I believe the gods have called me to continue the journey alone." He told the woman.
And so he did. With little food and water, and a journey of unknown proportions ahead of him, Nicholas' chances of surviving the desert of the great pilgrimage are slim to none.
May the gods be with you, Nicholas.