Help us for we are trapped! Please!

Our mission was that of simple reconnaissance and yet there was nothing to prepare us for the disaster that befell. How were we to know that the land upon which we had settled our ship would somehow slip out of reality?

We are trapped now. We hide in our ship deep in the mountains to the north. Our instruments tell us that we are in a bubble beyond which there is nothing. An absemce of time and of matter. We are doomed we fear to live out our days in this place. We watch of course. What else is there to do but continue our mission. It is all that sustains us. But we are fearful that our prescence will be discovered by the demon hordes that charge this way and that across the land.

We watch and wait and keep our silence. We are trapped now...forever...

We are fatigued with your presence. We cannot take much more of the tormaent. We are a most placid and benign species and we wither and die as a flower without sunlight or water. We are fatigued. We cannot endure. Yet we know you cannot leave us. We are doomed!

We live between worlds in the spaces between atoms and there our existence was sublime. We had found our utopia and we were content. It was without warnng that the land in which you dwell was sundered and fell into our continuum. Now our existence is filled with the pain and suffering of your world. The noise! Oh the noise that spills forth from your realm is unbearable. We cannot endure the chaos and malevolance that eminates and permeates our space.

Our people die. They cannot cope with the change. We seek exile but where can we go? We are doomed....

I see all from up here. Nothing escapes my vision.

I watch for death. I guard the path of skulls.

The path of skulls: a one way road to eternal damnation. You might say I should pity those that are able to make this journey. But no. I envy them. These are the souls who made a decision in life. They chose in life to follow our lord and master bAdvibe. Or they chose to make no decision and being agnostic thought in their smugness they would 'wait and see'. Any who chose another path are lost to oblivion. They shall never walk my path of skulls. Those that chose, shall server Him for ever and a day while I am an outcast. Neither oblivion nor salvation awaits me. I am to be punished to stand on this path for eternity to ensure that only the fallen may pass to serve. How I envy yet despise them.

Another approaches who chose unwisely in life! I stand before the wretch and hail it. 'Stop! I am the guardian. You may not traverse the Path of Skulls...for in life you chose unwisely'