by Nayt on Fri Oct 08, 2010 5:48 pm
For Etsu to form a reply, she needed to first get over the unnerving experience of being at this place. She'd learned about this before, this effect on people. What was it called, again? Spiritus mundi? Where you could stand upon a battlefield from hundreds of years ago, where thousands upon thousands of people lost their lives in brutal warfare, and without even knowing of the battle or even the war, you'd feel a horrible weight on your heart-- so heavy, in fact, that it felt like your body wanted to cave just by standing there.
That's what this was. There was a terrible spiritus mundi in this place, and it practically made Etsu feel weak at the knees. She had to shut her eyes, shake her head, and push past all that . . .
Etsu did just that, and made her intentions to this place known by taking a strong step forward and wrinkling her brow in stubborn displeasure. She'd walked a long way to get here and she wasn't about to let this place get the best of her and make her give in to that small urge to suggest to Eld that they go home and forget this graveyard ever happened.
She decided to make an initial observation before even getting into the major details. Yes, these plots were marked by items. Yes, they were evenly lined up. Yes, the ground felt dead and decayed here. And yes, they were in a clearing. But this was all stuff Eld had told her about before. There was one more important detail that he left out:
"There are pr-rots missing," she observed, before pointing to those in the front, and then especially motioned towards those in the back line. The whole back line was missing, in fact, but it was edged out as if something was supposed to be there--or, rather, that something had once been there, just like the front-line plots.