Vizlin nearly kicked the door of his house out of it's hinges in anger as he stomped towards the stairs. On the second floor, he made his way to the balcony overlooking the great square filled with pyres.
"How dare you interfere in my town!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "For years you ignore our pleas for help, and
now you decide to show yourselves?"
Vizlin ranted on for several minutes, not hearing the door of to the balcony behind him, not hearing the hesitant footsteps behind him, not hearing the gasps of the townsfolk below, and realising too late, that his time had come.
"I will not be a prisoner to your tyranny any longer." Leann whispered, "It's time that I stood up for me."
With a push, Vizlin tumbled over the balcony, and into the flames of the large pyre below.
Leann didn't look at what she had done, and did not see how Vizlin caught flame, but rolled out of the pyre itself. Screaming in agony and confusion, he ran away from the pyre, away from the square. A path formed wherever he ran, but no soul offered to help, whether in confusion, fear, or hate for the fallen mayor. On and on he ran, until he reach the cliffs, and seeing the ocean below, he jumped. On and on he fell, until his body broke on the rocks below. Barely alive, he slowly burned, unable to scream.
Vizlin awoke as if from a dream. Blackness surrounded him like a cloak. He felt weightless as if he was floating in water, but without the sensation of swimming.
Out from the darkness, a voice spoke.
"
Hey, you made it."
Disoriented and more than a little intimidated, Vizlin looked to the source of the sound.
"Wh... who's there?" he asked, his voice cracking.
"
That's not important right now." the voice answered from a different direction, "
What is important, is that you roll the die."
"What die?" Vizlin asked. Looking around, he still saw nothing, not even his own hands."
"
Oops, my bad."
Suddenly, there was a small die in front of Vizlin.
I must be dreaming, he thought, as he saw no light source to illuminate the die, yet there it was, casting no shadows, yet clearly visible as if in daylight. Vizlin grasped at it with unseen hands. He felt the die, but could not see his own hand.
"And now?"
"
You roll it."
Hesitantly, with no comprehension of why he was doing this, or what he was even conversing with, Vizlin threw the die.
"What does that mean?" Vizlin asked uncertainly.
The voice remained silent for a moment.
"
Hmmm... that's... oh... ermmm... that's a bad place, let's not send you to him. Try again."
The die reappeared in front of Vizlin, and he picked it up again.
"That's worse, isn't it?"
"
No, no, no. This one is okay. A bit of a challenge, but I'm sure you'll fit right in."What does that even mean?" Vizlin asked as he felt his surroundings change.
Suddenly, Vizlin was in a dark forest. All around him he heard the sounds of animals.
What was that?A twig snapped behind him.
"
On second thought... perhaps Cre’oan Mal would have been a better choice..."
Vryad turned back to the world of the living.
"
Ah, well..."