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The Distorted Throne Room
Topic Started: Dec 15 2011, 05:17 AM (96 Views)
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And then he opened his eyes and a familiar throne room came to form around him.

The room was big and grand with standards and trophies’ hung from ceiling to floor. Well detailed carpets covered the stone floor, each of them big enough to be able to pitch a tent with and made with enough silk and cloth to clothe an entire platoon of soldiers. Everything from the chairs and furniture was well kept and lavish. Not a speck of dust could be seen with the cleanliness’ of the room to be almost…otherworldly.

At the center of the room, at an area of focus.

Placed on a raised platform, high enough for the viewer to see all within the grand hall. The very chair itself could have been a work of art, it look as if the finest craftsmen had craved it out of gold, and then adorned it with prized gems.

A great chair for a great lord.

Standing at his rightful place, by the foot of the platform, was a heroic spirit, the only one within the room. Standing still like a statue, his face impassive and unmoving, his breathing controlled.

At times where his visions would become too much, He would often come to contemplate his thoughts and memories. Living through more than once would often take its toll on the human mind but being the physical reincarnation of a countless number of unsung champions from songs, obscure tales and stories would be maddening insanity, once the visions and memories start to get out of control.

And so, when it gets too hard to think or too painful to remember, he would seek his quiet sanctuary.

The throne room of a thousand songs, from all ages past.
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