Peregrination Memory
A familiar vision enters all your minds one of aws working properly. A rock travels fast through a starry dotted expanse. However, this time it is not alone, behind it you see it joined by an array of rocks all of whom share the same destination, a system of six planets orbiting a blue sun. As they draw near, they are each buffeted by red energies that lash out from the planets. You see the rocks splinter and disintegrate but one survives careening off into the empty unknown. The vision doesn’t fade like previously but locks on tight. You watch it rocket through the stars, and it passes emptiness for a long time before a small speck in the distance appears, a blue and green speck that grows larger and larger.
The black and gold rock passes through the atmosphere, a golden burning aura covers it as it breaks through cloud cover and in a matter of seconds this once speck gives way to large mountains and forests and soon to darkness as it hits the side of a mountain but does not stop. It burrows a tunnel and as it does golden threads splinter and snap hitting sides of the tunnel and with each hit, grass, trees, and flowers sprout. The rock buries itself deep in the earth, stopping in a large ravine. A small inner stream now reflects the hot burning rock bathing the interior in a warm golden glow.
And for many moments, nothing stirs. A quietness hovers over this poorly lit area with only the sizzle of the cooling rock to hold back the pure silence but that too soon fades. As time passes, the ravine is filled with beautiful flora that spreads from this silent rock. What was stone is now earth covered by grass, what was moss is now flowers in a gradient of colours and what was loose rocks is now full trees that have seen the growth of an age in a matter of seconds. As the golden aura also begins to pass, cracks upon this gold and black rock are forced apart by two separate forces of light in the form of tendrils, one a blackish green and the other a light blue, both materializing from the ground below.
As the energies fight against each other in a spectacle that you only assume is some contest of ownership, the meteor splits into five parts. The rocks fall away leaving five shapes who find themselves each curled up in a ball clutching a small card. The tendrils shy back, slinking away into the ground from whence they came from.
Slowly each figure rises, revealing features of five tieflings of obsidian skin and diamond horns. They silently stare at each other before observing the world around them. Each reaches out in the air and pulls at something that is not there but as they do you catch a glimpse of plucked golden strings that all ring out a unique note in perfect harmony with the others. As the sounds echo through your minds you look back to the figures and find each is now fully clothed in different garbs.
One in robes of royal red, accented with golden stripes. Another in cold tough winter clothes held together by wrought-iron plates. Another adorned in metal plates of gold, white and blue scales. Another is wrapped in ornate winding gold metals and a chest that burns a bright flame. The last is wrapped in white light cloth, accented with silver shoulder pauldrons and a mantle of dark feathers.
Each climb up the tunnel and with the touch of an orange sun and the blowing of cold wind finally on their skin, they take one last look at each other, and with no words go their separate ways following their own ringing note.