Visions Of A Disturbed Mind

[*Cadence]

A swirling fog hangs thick within Oubliette’s mind. Glimpses though someone else’s eyes – or perhaps her own unbeknownst - haunt her on an almost continual basis. She cannot quite determine if these are actual glimpses into another world or perhaps the product of an overactive imagination. Here is what she sees:

-Two weeks prior:
Ethan: The wealthy Noble who lives in the Greytower’s District has caught her eye. He frequents this tavern often – as do most the upper-crust nobles in the Lady’s Ward. She goes up and introduces herself. They flirt for a time. He has nice skin…

One week prior:
Somewhere.. buried underneath the Cage – a city within the City: She stands adjacent to an ebon-skinned merchant who speaks in a strange tongue… and yet she somehow understands every word he says. He is requesting.. no .. ordering her to retrieve something – something that was ‘taken’ from him. His intense red eyes impale the very essence of her soul. .. the vision fades.

Four Days Prior:
EthanÂ’s bedroom. Nearly two weeks of essential foreplay culminate into this moment. His tongue is buried deep into her mouth, she can smell his strong cologne. They both grap at each other animalistically stripping each othersÂ’ tops down. Down falls his shirt, and with it the protective enchantments. Oubliette pulls him close, lecherously moaning as they are intertwined in each othersÂ’ arms. With a click of a button, she pops out a stiletto concealed within his belt, and in the same swift motion manages to drive it up his unusually thick skull. With vicious force, she twists her wrist and the knife turns inside his head. Ethan opens his mouth to scream, but the only thing that fills the air is silenceÂ… and blood.

Last Antipeak:
PantingÂ…. There is a sharp pain on OublietteÂ’s side from the exertion, yet she keeps sprinting for dear life. Turning back around every once in a while, she notices enraged members of EthanÂ’s clique hot on her tail, loathe to give up the hunt. They know.


After each ‘dream’ Oubliette awakens with a splitting headache.. each time in her bed, unharmed. Though this morning she woke to sore legs.. as if they had been heavily exerted not too long ago.

[*Cadence]

Last Night:

...the vision is one of Oubliette skulking in the shadows, overhearing a conversation between a particularly ugly imp in silken clothes and an enormous middle-aged woman with a large vertical scar on her face..


...later that night she clasps her petite palm tightly around a small metal orb.. a sensory stone, and imbues it with the weight of her memories...