1.7
- There is a lapse in the human mind that filters out things that stretch beyond it's own imagination. It can be triggered when encountering something too unbelievable for the individual or because of some global trauma. Banes use this lapse to the fullest. After ages of living in the dark they one day stepped out into the light. It was then that they realised that most humans do not have the capability to even notice. This have emigrated them into all the folds of humanity but they are careful to observe newcomers and people that act outside their sets of normal behaviour. This is why you must act ignorant to astounding things happening beside people acting oblivious.
- You mean that these Banes walk among people unnoticed?
- Yes, totally unnoticed. But this have posed a problem for the Banes as well. Since they are removed from human conciousness so completely they have to use tricks to manipulate humans. This can be made through things that humans call supernatural.
- Ghosts and mindreaders and such?
- Basically yes. And if they have a calm enough environment they have an excellent opportunity when humans sleep.
Clark closed his eyes and concentrated on remembering all this unbelievable storymaking. It sounded like a ramblings of a deranged mind but too much strange things had happened to him already to just ignore it.
The old woman continued to explain the world of now for a long time but she seemed to avoid the obvious question and finally Clark couldn't hold it back anymore.
- All of this is just weird but the main question is, why are they doing this?
- That is what you have to help me find out. There are news about an epic event about to unfold that the Banes have failed to defuse. Something that can disrupt the powerbalance they now hold. I think it is time you travel to Banford where you will meet up with three others like you.
- Ok, I will play your game
- This is no game! And you should make haste from now on. Banford is two days quick riding from here.
The old woman stood up and walked into the kitchen.
- I will pack you a meal if you ready the horse.
- What horse?
- The one in the stable of course.
In the stable a giant of a steed stood waiting for him. Dark with a few brighter patches with a mane flowing far longer than he had seen on any of the horses in his youth. The horse seemed very calm and it was an easy task to saddle up. The old woman came and filled the saddle bags with food and a pack of what she called things nice to have.
- It is time for us to say good bye. I'm called old lady Craw by the way. The ones like you know me and will help you if they can. Good bye.
- Good bye old lady Craw.
The horse proved to be a most powerful one with great speed and stamina. Clark went sore and tired long before the horse showed even the slightest hint of getting tired. They only stopped to eat or sleep. It seemed as if the horse knew where to go as it weaved across grassy fields and along roads. At a distance Clark could see villages settled among farmland, small forests and rolling hillls. At regular intervals he noticed large buildings floating halfway to the clouds above the villagesbut did his best not to act as if he had noticed them for who knew who watched.
On midday of the second day he was riding past a line of wagons and carts that had got stuck in a long que. With the traffic coming towards him as well the horse turned over the ditch and rode alongside the road. As he rode past the broke cart that had caused the long cue he saw the most peculiar sight. A large wagon was just passing by the broken cart with a wealthy man waving towards an angry man on the ground who was screaming back at the wagon. Stretched out over a crate on the ground there was a dark slim shadow of a figure who had placed it's head into a dead mans head and was screaming towards the wagon as well. All he could hear over the steady thumping of hoofs was, Damnation! Lord Anon!
- You mean that these Banes walk among people unnoticed?
- Yes, totally unnoticed. But this have posed a problem for the Banes as well. Since they are removed from human conciousness so completely they have to use tricks to manipulate humans. This can be made through things that humans call supernatural.
- Ghosts and mindreaders and such?
- Basically yes. And if they have a calm enough environment they have an excellent opportunity when humans sleep.
Clark closed his eyes and concentrated on remembering all this unbelievable storymaking. It sounded like a ramblings of a deranged mind but too much strange things had happened to him already to just ignore it.
The old woman continued to explain the world of now for a long time but she seemed to avoid the obvious question and finally Clark couldn't hold it back anymore.
- All of this is just weird but the main question is, why are they doing this?
- That is what you have to help me find out. There are news about an epic event about to unfold that the Banes have failed to defuse. Something that can disrupt the powerbalance they now hold. I think it is time you travel to Banford where you will meet up with three others like you.
- Ok, I will play your game
- This is no game! And you should make haste from now on. Banford is two days quick riding from here.
The old woman stood up and walked into the kitchen.
- I will pack you a meal if you ready the horse.
- What horse?
- The one in the stable of course.
In the stable a giant of a steed stood waiting for him. Dark with a few brighter patches with a mane flowing far longer than he had seen on any of the horses in his youth. The horse seemed very calm and it was an easy task to saddle up. The old woman came and filled the saddle bags with food and a pack of what she called things nice to have.
- It is time for us to say good bye. I'm called old lady Craw by the way. The ones like you know me and will help you if they can. Good bye.
- Good bye old lady Craw.
The horse proved to be a most powerful one with great speed and stamina. Clark went sore and tired long before the horse showed even the slightest hint of getting tired. They only stopped to eat or sleep. It seemed as if the horse knew where to go as it weaved across grassy fields and along roads. At a distance Clark could see villages settled among farmland, small forests and rolling hillls. At regular intervals he noticed large buildings floating halfway to the clouds above the villagesbut did his best not to act as if he had noticed them for who knew who watched.
On midday of the second day he was riding past a line of wagons and carts that had got stuck in a long que. With the traffic coming towards him as well the horse turned over the ditch and rode alongside the road. As he rode past the broke cart that had caused the long cue he saw the most peculiar sight. A large wagon was just passing by the broken cart with a wealthy man waving towards an angry man on the ground who was screaming back at the wagon. Stretched out over a crate on the ground there was a dark slim shadow of a figure who had placed it's head into a dead mans head and was screaming towards the wagon as well. All he could hear over the steady thumping of hoofs was, Damnation! Lord Anon!
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