A Single Rose Amidst The Ashes...

[ACanadianCraft (Nate) 682]

Mason Owynson lumbers silently along the docks, flanked on either side by shifty looking men.
Although his expression suggested a deep and pensive state, he is briefly shaken from his thoughts.
His gaze took to the small crowd that seemed to be gathering, marvelling at a rather tall man.
Mason catches a glimpse of his features, faltering momentarily.
He narrowed his eyes in Geralt's direction, hoping to get another glance at him,
but is interrupted when one of his men collide with his shoulder.

"Sir. We're pressed for time as it is."
"Aye. You are right- we'd best not tarry along the waters edge."

It couldn't have been The Zealot. It was not possible.
Best not dwell on such things.

[Sentlit 108]

A darkly-clad figure strides amongst the hordes of busy peoples flitting to and fro, off to their various businesses and activities. His eyes show a bright green, almost glowing in the sunshine, offering a strange contrast to his unnaturally dark hair. Shooting up from the sides of his head which is raised above all of the shorter races are pointed ears. His pale skin stretches from the ends of his long sleeves and up to his face, only broken by a few scars of times' past.

 

His glowing eyes wander over to the large figure with several others about him, then begin to travel back to his feet. Quickly they shoot up again, his eyebrows furrowing, feeling a strange familiarity of the giant among the crowd. He pauses, sticking out more than before, seeing more than one familiar-feeling face among the crowd. Looking upon the giant again, he makes out the small pendant and his reddish eyes.

 

Something seems to stir his memory, but he quickly suppresses it, looking down again. He does not look back as he begins to stride down the docks once more.

 

"Perhaps... no." he mumbles to himself as he walks away, thinking of what was an age ago, thinking of a certain dark elf and her giant husband, of a life-saving encounter, of what he thought was the only good man among thorns.

[tnoy23 202]

Toby speaks once more, pacing back and forth for a few moments first "Geralt, if I could.... I would like to speak with you a moment. You probably don't know me or have even heard of me, but you may have been told of my father.... My name is Toby Wi- **** that, I'm Toby Thenelthin today. I am Toby Thenelthin, son of Iskast Thenelthin..."

 

 

He would lean on his staff again, glancing him over "Sound familiar?"

[Esterlen 4499]

The shade of an old man long since passed from life wanders through the halls of the Krelmstad, the seat of the Imperium, saying nothing and avoiding the errant gaze of strelts or tutored princelings that looked where they ought not to.

 

A wretched spectre that could not be given release so as to finally pass into the void, the Spectre of Kosanov would have been driven mad, were it not for his resolve to watch. He had no unfinished business, no vengeance upon any man that need be carried out, no, the shade only sought to watch. This will to know bound him to the earth.

 

He wanted to watch what happened to the realm of man when he and his comrades were no longer there. He wanted to watch a collapse, change and turmoil, but he also sought to see whether humanity would survive without its righteous protectors. But years after he had taken a sword to his own gullet, there was no chaos or disorder. The realm of man had found a way to survive, and the Order's time had been and gone. There could be no return of these sons of the Creator, nay, for it would not be the same.

 

"The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living. There may be no rebirth."

[Leric 1097]

Leric Tresery stands in the background attempting to keep himself concealed. He watches the tall figure curiously, noticing the similarities between him and the man he once knew as one of the few people taller than him as well as one he considered a long-term friend.

"Couldn't be him." he said to himself "He's long gone now."

after a few more moments of surveying the man and the people surrounding him he turned about and headed off bringing his hood back over himself to cover his trimmed ears. 

[IrishPerson 693]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.