The Immortal Night [T/P]
Dec 12, 2014 2:35:59 GMT -7
Post by Draven on Dec 12, 2014 2:35:59 GMT -7
Iron Will
Rank: "C" Always 20 Training Points
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User is more resistant to mental effects.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: User gets a +2 bonus on all Will Saves.
Limit: Must learn from Universal Miscellaneous.
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Godric was falling into that daze, his will simply was not strong enough. As hard as he tried he could not focus on the task. There simply was too many memories, he was being drowned in life times upon lifetimes of feeding upon blood. It was euphoric to say the least, and he was falling into that void of pleasure and happiness. He was lost once again for a time. But it never lasted thankfully. He regained his composure and learned a few things. Even a failure, one can learn from and what he had gained was the awareness of the pitfalls within his mind. Next time he will avoid this...
Thus Godric regained his nerve to try again. The benefits of regaining his lost memories could be out in the end. To find his anchor in his memory would solidify his mental resistance and he was deep in this thought. As if walking within a forest of thorny roses. Should he touch one of them he will fall victim to their venom. But he had wisened up and he was on a set path. Wading through memories with a headlong determination. The sight of the sun at the end of the rainbow he dredged forward on his way to find the source of a long chain of memories.
It was like reliving the past, and Godric was a witness in a body that took its own control. Godric had his eyes closed, his body was calmed through a breathing exercise, his legs crossed, arms resting upon them. He was employing every tactic he knew to get rid of any distractions that may loom over his mind. He was reliving a time when he was finding about the world of the night, it was when he was first turned into a dark creature, his first taste of blood, and the pitfalls of memories that followed. But he would not relish in the emotions that came with them else he fall into that void and daze.
Dreams of the past that haunts ones own mind. Everyone deals with such situations and traumatization, but Godric had lived so long that his mind was fragment. He had keys to his own kingdom though and if he could just remember what the rays of the sun looked like than he can anchor himself to that thought. He was getting close and he was starting to realize why he had forgotten such a memory. It was the night that he was turned, deep within that night, the way he had turned into the demon that he was. Spirits of old were ancient things, not bound by the culture of today.
Godric remembered the experience when the spirit merged with his body. He could remember how he become a demon of the night, how his hunger for blood rose, and how his fear of the sun began. A painful burn, his first kill, the taste of quenching the demon inside him. Bahl was the name of the spirit that inhabits him and all his kind. The source of their strife, and that night after the sun had set he remembered something. It was a women... A tear formed on his face, he remembered a women. It was the last sight of her before he left his human life. The sun was setting before he closed his eyes. The sight of the women brought back his first taste of blood. But the visage of that sunset was scorched in his mind. He was a murderer...