Avacyn 1712 Share Posted January 7, 2014 Ironic, to think that the cold North would be the only place to bring solace to the tortured mind of a man whose passions burned so brightly. Not just his passion for his path, his zealousness, but his love for a woman he forced himself to leave behind. He keeps on marching, through the ice, through the snow, through the blizzard that strangely does not leave him cold. At least, he does not feel very cold. His long, grey cloak drags behind him through the white blanket of snow, leaving a gentle trail that sweeps over the footprints he makes with his steel boots, disturbing the peaceful facade that covers the dark truths the land conceals. In one hand, he holds his warhammer. It had been faithful and true to him all his years protecting Oren, and had brought many heretics and sinners alike to their knees. Thus, he named it “Repentance”. He looks down, still walking onward, opening his other hand. In it lays a necklace, a gold, ruby, and obsidian choker he had planned to give her the day they were wed. Around it, an inscription. He whispers the words to himself, clenching his fist around the jewelry. “I will always be with you, Charlotte.” He stops, the words like a dagger to his heart. He falls onto his knees in the snow, hunching over, beginning to sob. Charlotte thought him dead. He imagines her, alone in her room, weeping over his memory. It is too much to bear, and he opens his arms, shouting. The fleeting wind carries his voice away, his cry of passion impacting nobody. She thought him dead, and he would soon be. He would die alone here, in the North, as he intended. Then, she appears. Not Charlotte, but his savior. The Harbinger Shae’tan, the one who had guided his path, has led him to his salvation. She brought him to the Master’s lair. He ascends the icy bridge, step by step, unafraid to fall. He looks up, seeing the huge, black dragon’s head, fiery lava pouring forth from its waiting jaws. And inside, the dark figure, the one he had been waiting for his entire life. Words are exchanged. He learns much of the Master’s past and his goals… finally, the Master says the words he has been anticipating.“On this day… YOU ARE IMMOLATED.” Fire. Darkness. Sleep… It awakens. He- it- had been many things. A soldier. A father. A lover. An inquisitor. It was now so much more. It falls to a knee … or, what might constitute as a knee in its new form. It drops its warhammer, now slightly scorched, into the snow. Slowly, it stands. The Master had finally bestowed his gift… and it was ready. Before, Absolution had been just a name. Now it truly was absolution, the salvation that would come at the Master’s hand once all those who still remained trapped in their mortal prison repented. And they would be made to repent. It opens its fist, still clenched around the necklace. It reads the name, remembering. Yes, the girl. The girl would be the first. He would liberate her of the curse of flesh that plagued her. Charlotte… 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Haribo 385 Share Posted January 7, 2014 Lucien II facepalms. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519 Share Posted January 7, 2014 Kaelys saw that coming from a mile away! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gathius di Silvari 73 Share Posted January 7, 2014 Mia de Silvarois stands out on the balcony of Wallport her arm wrapped around Charlotte de Silvarois in a comforting embrace. She looks North, she rarely does, with those ever changing eyes. She shivers, even in all of those furs, she shivers. She looks at Charlotte, Marcus was dead to her and Charlotte was content with that hole in her heart. Returning her gaze to the North she sighs. She knew the truth, Marcus was not dead, but he was waiting, waiting for the time where Charlotte was strong enough to handle their love. Her eyes return North. What drew her there, the hell beyond the frozen waterfalls behind their mansion? She gazes out to the sea and the stars, so beautiful, as the fresh air blows. Yet she shivers, even in all those furs, she shivers. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DragoonCrow 346 Share Posted January 7, 2014 Crowley feels a disturbance in his man-genes, growing lightly as he mutters the word "Heresy." 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redbaron™ 690 Share Posted January 7, 2014 Lancel hears about nick foles death, cries. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jahrmann 37 Share Posted January 25, 2014 OOC: What kind of RP name is Absolution? Sorry for interrupting but that is not a logical name. It'd be like if I named my character Conjugation or Edification. You should rethink your character, I can tell you are new to roleplaying. Thank You, Jahrmann. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Avacyn 1712 Author Share Posted January 25, 2014 OOC: What kind of RP name is Absolution? Sorry for interrupting but that is not a logical name. It'd be like if I named my character Conjugation or Edification. You should rethink your character, I can tell you are new to roleplaying. Thank You, Jahrmann. ((Obvious alt is obvious. Get out of here, troll.)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
A Bunch of Mimics (Knyghtfalcon) 88 Share Posted January 25, 2014 Orokana watched the immolation, in a bit of awe as it thought back on the very short years before when it was immolated as well. It waits for the ritual to be complete, approaching the new Harbinger who shares the color of armor much like its own. Orokana offers out its gauntlet to its new comrade, raising and lowering its helmet in a silent nod. " Welcome. You will serve along side me, and all of us. We will serve our master, and serve him well." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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