Storyboards: Talsharr

The Re-awakening | The Testament

The Re-awakening
As the birds outside the Vale chirped with an excitement only the spring weather could bring, the sun arose on what should have been an average day. As the sun peeked in through the windows to greet Talsharr’s waking eyes, thoughts of a calm, removed afternoon deep in meditation to learn the secrets of the universe itself, a familiar voice that had not been present for many years once again asserted itself.
“Talsharr, wake up and put your pants on. The time has come again,” it said, in a firm tone.
Talsharr sat up at once, eyes wide open, looking about to find the source of the voice that disturbed his peaceful slumber. “You know very well I’m not in the room.”
“Oh, it’s you,” Talsharr said aloud, disturbing the petite figure sleeping next to him. “Sorry, dear. Go back to sleep.” he whispered softly.
Ever so careful, he wiggled his way out of bed to his slippers on the floor. Stepping into them, a sudden rush of puzzlement swept across his face. Sighing, he sat back down and started to get comfortable in his bed once again.
“I wasn’t playing around. Get up, and go. You have to be in Muros in today.”
Without arguing, as the Voice was very persuasive, he put on his breeches, took up his staff, and headed for the door. Before reaching the door, he turned briskly about, and headed straight back for the bed. Delicately, he kissed the woman in bed on the forehead and fixed her blanket back over her arms. “I’ll be back in a few days, Sar,” he said softly as he caressed her cheek.
“You’re going to need to make some better travel arrangements.”
“Like a horse?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Oh, that. Right... It’s been a while.”
“I know. It’s like riding a horse. Once you learn, you never forget.”
“Yeah, but if you fall off a horse, you can get back on. If I mess this up, it gets a little bit uglier.”
“Just get going. I’ll let you know what’s going on as you travel.”
Talsharr focused intently for a moment, deeply in thought, before assuming the shape of a silver wolf. “Wait” he blurted out before assuming the form of a falcon. “That’s better.” He spread his golden wings, and flew off into the horizon.

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The Testament
As the sun sets into its daily hibernation, the weight of the world condenses into a single, unique strand of thought. With each passing second, the strain intensifies as it consumes my state of mind, sending rippling shockwaves of unbearable discord through the fibres of my consciousness.
The power that is entwined in my very being is causing the most distress. The shimmering streams of the very energy of Life circling everything blinds my eyes and dulls my senses. I can barely withstand it any longer. I can feel my sanity seeping away with every ounce of Will I
harness.
I can hear the music in the fabric of existence, an ability that few have and many study lifetimes for... and I wish for it to cease. In my addled state of mind, I think of but few things in this mortal realm that can soothe me, and the one I cherish the most is the furthest from my grasp.
With each day that passes, I yearn more for her to be around -- to hear her voice and feel her touch. I am pained, and in a constant state of discomfort...
I can feel the energy growing dim, and I cannot stop it...
I can hear the echoes of eternity growing louder and louder, and deafening the most sacred and secluded part of my very soul...

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