It was an ordinary day in the Reverie Necropolis. 'Was' being the operative word.
Things had been relatively normal, which meant the resident Torments were mostly out of sight, but keeping keen eyes on those Dreamers that dared traverse the varying passageways and tunnels, the icy cold stone that opened up into wide caverns of graveyards not keeping a solemn quiet, but quietly reverberating with tiny sounds of clicks and clacks.
In what was today the nearest of the caverns was a Novice Dreamer who had come here alone, something which itself should already likely be the cause for alarm, given the relative danger of the area. This was Dreamer Zeal, who upon hearing that there was a graveyard in the Dream Sphere, had a single question pop into her head that simply wouldn't go away. 'What was there in a world of dreams that died and needed burying?'
As far as she knew people didn't dig graves for the Torments they destroyed, and so she was set upon with an intense curiosity that just wouldn't go away. So she had set out, making her way through the labyrinthine tunnels until actually finding some graves for herself! She'd walked through the large graveyard, looking at grave after grave, squinting her eyes and trying to make out anything that was on the gravestones to no success.
After some time she found what looked to her to be one of the most impressive monuments in the graveyard and looked it over, still unable to decipher anything. If she couldn't read what was interred, there was only one method left! To start digging.
As her name would suggest, she got to work with a considerable zeal, first digging with her hands at the hard dirt, but quickly giving up with this slow method and detaching one of her Sandglass shields, gripping it with both hands and slamming the point into the ground to tear out chunks. The sound of this made quite a racket, both echoing off the walls of the open cavern and traveling with little loss of volume through the first tunnels and passageways out of it.
Slam! Bash! Scrape!
The rhythmic sound of digging continued unabated for a long time, until suddenly the strike into the earth made a strange, hollow sound. "That's it!" she cried excitedly, "Just a little more and--"
The point of her shield hits again, and all at once everything seems to give way. The hole she'd dug wasn't even impressively large, but as if the mouth of some portal a yawning chasm suddenly opened up before her. This might have elicited excitement, had the method of this opening not have been caused by the sudden outpouring of an immense multitude of Torments. She let out a shriek, more out of surprise than fear, stumbling backwards and backpedaling as the Torments crawl over each other in ever increasing numbers to get out. Several take swipes at her as they exit, and the shield she'd been digging with shatters under the force.
"Oh crap! Um..! Retreat! Retreat!" She's got no one to shout at but herself for now but she's quickly running backwards as fast as she can, summoning another shield to her arm and trying to stay upright as more and more Torments keep pouring out. The normally calculating, skulking monsters of the Necropolis are not in the mood for their usual tactics, instead charging straight at the Dreamer in a frenzy, trying to surround and tear her to pieces.
What had once been sounds of quiet scrapes and falling rocks is now the raucous thundering not unlike that of a full on cavalry charge.
Reverie Necropolis - Gravedigging Gone Wrong - (Closed to Zeke, Amane and Larry)
Things had been relatively normal, which meant the resident Torments were mostly out of sight, but keeping keen eyes on those Dreamers that dared traverse the varying passageways and tunnels, the icy cold stone that opened up into wide caverns of graveyards not keeping a solemn quiet, but quietly reverberating with tiny sounds of clicks and clacks.
In what was today the nearest of the caverns was a Novice Dreamer who had come here alone, something which itself should already likely be the cause for alarm, given the relative danger of the area. This was Dreamer Zeal, who upon hearing that there was a graveyard in the Dream Sphere, had a single question pop into her head that simply wouldn't go away. 'What was there in a world of dreams that died and needed burying?'
As far as she knew people didn't dig graves for the Torments they destroyed, and so she was set upon with an intense curiosity that just wouldn't go away. So she had set out, making her way through the labyrinthine tunnels until actually finding some graves for herself! She'd walked through the large graveyard, looking at grave after grave, squinting her eyes and trying to make out anything that was on the gravestones to no success.
After some time she found what looked to her to be one of the most impressive monuments in the graveyard and looked it over, still unable to decipher anything. If she couldn't read what was interred, there was only one method left! To start digging.
As her name would suggest, she got to work with a considerable zeal, first digging with her hands at the hard dirt, but quickly giving up with this slow method and detaching one of her Sandglass shields, gripping it with both hands and slamming the point into the ground to tear out chunks. The sound of this made quite a racket, both echoing off the walls of the open cavern and traveling with little loss of volume through the first tunnels and passageways out of it.
Slam! Bash! Scrape!
The rhythmic sound of digging continued unabated for a long time, until suddenly the strike into the earth made a strange, hollow sound. "That's it!" she cried excitedly, "Just a little more and--"
The point of her shield hits again, and all at once everything seems to give way. The hole she'd dug wasn't even impressively large, but as if the mouth of some portal a yawning chasm suddenly opened up before her. This might have elicited excitement, had the method of this opening not have been caused by the sudden outpouring of an immense multitude of Torments. She let out a shriek, more out of surprise than fear, stumbling backwards and backpedaling as the Torments crawl over each other in ever increasing numbers to get out. Several take swipes at her as they exit, and the shield she'd been digging with shatters under the force.
"Oh crap! Um..! Retreat! Retreat!" She's got no one to shout at but herself for now but she's quickly running backwards as fast as she can, summoning another shield to her arm and trying to stay upright as more and more Torments keep pouring out. The normally calculating, skulking monsters of the Necropolis are not in the mood for their usual tactics, instead charging straight at the Dreamer in a frenzy, trying to surround and tear her to pieces.
What had once been sounds of quiet scrapes and falling rocks is now the raucous thundering not unlike that of a full on cavalry charge.