Setting- Teutoburg Forest, Germany
Most fairy tales have been based within the mystical forests of Germany, and for good reason. It is not like the Amazon rainforests, where the only undiscovered secrets are those hiding in the bushes and trees. Some places hold a quality of anima, a life of their own. They have untapped and unknown energies that man hasn't even begun to understand, yet still there are those willing to try. On this dusky morning, a dark figure works feverishly to find the lifeline of the forest, the pulsing vein accessible only on this day of this year of this decade. These powers are not meant to be harnessed, it is not natural. Neither though, are the works of a sorcerer. By chance or will, it is to be that an obstacle rises between the sorcerer and his wicked ambition. However... Just below the surface of the wizard's magic, always there but hidden to our eyes, so much closer than you think, there is something more foul. The lowest rung on the ladder of horrors, who in this day and age can in all honesty say that they fear the famous visage of Count Dracula on the silver screen? Modern Halloween costumes are more convincing. At any rate, it is a common factor in stories of the nosferatu, that they cannot cross a threshold unless invited. They must obey the laws of that threshold, though they can bend them in ways we cannot perceive. What is lesser known is how that rule rings with truth. Sometimes we are visited by creations far and away from those said to have been made in God's own image, who come from places far and away from the realm in which life is said to have blossomed either in primordial oceans or in a place named Eden. These creations of another force cannot breech our home without permission, cannot enter our masquerade without a mask. Once having infiltrated, though, they do not like to leave. They are bad guests, some more terrible than others. What is behind their masks? Who can say, it is not for us to know.
If pushed far enough, this sorcerer may indeed extend an invitation to the worst guest of all.
Most fairy tales have been based within the mystical forests of Germany, and for good reason. It is not like the Amazon rainforests, where the only undiscovered secrets are those hiding in the bushes and trees. Some places hold a quality of anima, a life of their own. They have untapped and unknown energies that man hasn't even begun to understand, yet still there are those willing to try. On this dusky morning, a dark figure works feverishly to find the lifeline of the forest, the pulsing vein accessible only on this day of this year of this decade. These powers are not meant to be harnessed, it is not natural. Neither though, are the works of a sorcerer. By chance or will, it is to be that an obstacle rises between the sorcerer and his wicked ambition. However... Just below the surface of the wizard's magic, always there but hidden to our eyes, so much closer than you think, there is something more foul. The lowest rung on the ladder of horrors, who in this day and age can in all honesty say that they fear the famous visage of Count Dracula on the silver screen? Modern Halloween costumes are more convincing. At any rate, it is a common factor in stories of the nosferatu, that they cannot cross a threshold unless invited. They must obey the laws of that threshold, though they can bend them in ways we cannot perceive. What is lesser known is how that rule rings with truth. Sometimes we are visited by creations far and away from those said to have been made in God's own image, who come from places far and away from the realm in which life is said to have blossomed either in primordial oceans or in a place named Eden. These creations of another force cannot breech our home without permission, cannot enter our masquerade without a mask. Once having infiltrated, though, they do not like to leave. They are bad guests, some more terrible than others. What is behind their masks? Who can say, it is not for us to know.
If pushed far enough, this sorcerer may indeed extend an invitation to the worst guest of all.
