Dara’s eyes snap open, half-way through her meditation, as the face of something — which isn’t something’s face, at the same time — looms into her inner eye. Startled, she takes a deep breath. Nothing in the forest clearing has changed. Her companions, bickering at their ‘home base’ nearby, haven’t come to bother her.
So what was that… thing?
Cautiously, the half-elf monk closes her eyes again, trying to lull herself back into a state of inner calm. But the faceless creature, something rageful and emotionless about it at the same time, looms back into view, and she can almost feel it. Frustrated, and a little disturbed, Dara once again opens her eyes to stare at the clearing — the dark, twisted-looking clearing.
Who are you? she wonders, Who are you, that so grabs my inner eye and turns it upon you?
Something sinister? Something from the government? …Scrying, perhaps? But Dara has never felt a scrying before. And surely a creature that… strange… would be able to scry on a magic-less monk without problems.
Shaking her head, she stands up again, giving up on more meditation. The thing will not let her feel peace. Only its strange void of emotion, and its mentally knarled visage.
Why can’t I see its face? What could be so powerful and not have given itself a face? …it makes no sense.
(Source: velvetdemon.net)
