The Heart Of Darkness.

[DragoonCrow 346]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cp02n3PMm0U

 

OrdenMarschall Crowley was sitting on the toilet when he got a vision from the creator. He quickly wiped himself and pulled on his uniform, putting a small note on his desk saying "I'll be back in a couple of days, remember to feed Grant." He packed his cold weather gear, taking his parka and giant ass backpack, filling it with food and other essentials for a small expedition. He makes his way outside, not bothering to wake the sleeping Sariant on guard duty, walking down the steps to the Kings Road and heading North from there. Crossing the Orcish bridge, which is less superior to Mirtoks in all, he looks upon the ruins of Greywynn. His old home, wiping off a tear of Nostalgia, he swears he could see some of his brothers running around, shaking it off as a part of his lively imagination. 

 

He looks upon the great arch leading to the North, yelling all kinds of curses at the heresy that moved the entire Northern gatehouse. He knows where to go, his vision leading the path. Through Tundra, snowy mountains and caves he went, slaying a couple of cultists here and some Bohra there. He makes his way to the ruined city, looking for an ambush, or ghosts, he heads into the ruined shrine. 

 

Downstairs he walks into the catacombs, knowing his way from earlier encounters, he lights a torch. Erul had told him about what he found, the shaft of a warhammer. Crowley was sure he could find him, and bring order and stability back to Anthos...Or at least a decent war. He finally finds the chamber he's looking for, fumbling around for a hidden switch, he finally manages, the door opening in front of him. 

 

He was disappointed to say the least, hoping to find the most glorious Hochmeister, he only found another tunnel, leading further in. He sighs and takes a step forward, startled as the door closes behind him. He frantically tries to find another switch, to no avail. He's stuck. Sighing he taps his helmet, waving his torch around. He could see skeletons, but nothing he recognized. Moving onward he entered the labyrinth, hoping he could find some way out. 

 

((So yeah, banned bbl kthxbai

[Terafir 90]

Aret had wandered through those caverns earlier about an elven day ago, and would find it amusing that Crowley got lost in them when he almost did as well.

((Have fun with real life. Good luck with your future.))

[Cat Evocation 3728]

​Vaclav nods to himself, less competition for his Christmas wish...

 

 

"Oh wait I'm suppose to be dead." He sighs.

[Dr. Ducky-D 277]

The Elven OrdenMarschall slowly rises from his bed, yawning and stretching as he looked around his cramped room for a moment. He sat there for a moment whilst he took in the utter silence, frowning as he shuffled to his desk, looking over to his clock. 

 

It was early morning, maybe that is why it was so quiet

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLp_Hh6DKWc 

 

He turned and wandered over to the door, pulling it open in one smooth, yet lethargic motion. The OrdenMarschall was in just casual wear as he made his way the short distance a crossed the hall from his room to another door, by which a small slot, similar to that of mail box was. Edric grabbed the small metal nob and opened up the box to peek inside. He grinned at what he saw but did not make a sound as he moved to the door, slipping it open and moving inside, now moving in a more lively motion. 

 

"I see you do not have that much paper work today! Party ti-" 

 

Edric shuts the door behind himself as he talks, but is cut off by the sight that is before him once he turns. Instead of a large 'Hansetian Bear' sitting at the finely crafted desk before him it seemed to be covered in neat stacks of papers. "Paper work, be glad you do not have to do it, brother." Crowley once said, but now it was piled up on his desk, and in the middle lay a single, solemn note. He quickly marched a crossed the room and scooped up the note, scanning it over with his eyes. He quickly dropped the note, letting it fall to the hard wooden floor. Something was not right...

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocxFrN5SyXs 

 

He turned and ran out of the room, practically smashing the door open as he met it. His feet skidded against the floor as he turned, moving for the lift. He took the lift up, going so fast the top of it smashed against the wooden arm that held it up, letting out a loud crack as he jumped off, his run turned to sprinting bounds as he made his way down the long stretch of hallway where every Sariant had their rooms, with each step his heels crashed against the oak floors, stirring up some of the Sariants, those of which looked out their doors at the running OrdenMarschall, bewildered by the very unusual sight. He did not utter a single word as he continued his way along, not stopping until he saw a soul between himself and the last lift he would take before he was outside.

 

A Sariant covered in snow, obviously having been inside comes down on the lift, brushing the snow free from himself whilst Edric hurdled toward him, unaware for the first few moments. The OrdenMarschall gone track star sputtered to a halt before the Sariant, finally drawing his attention as he called out in a few gasps. "W-where... where is Cro-Crowley!"  The Sariant simply stared at him for a moment before giving a unsure shake of the head and sputtering out. "I... I dunno." The  Sariant lowered his head in thought for a moment, but the OrdernMarschall was done with him, he growled in discontent as he pushed him out of the way, sending him into the stone wall as he lurched for the lift, practically jumping on as he made his way upwards.

 

Shouts came from below from worried Sariants as Edric hurried upwards. Despite having been the one who made the lifts and knowing you must be gently with them, lest they break, he abused the lift as he rushed for the top. He crashed the lift against the arm that held it up once more, and this time the pulley snapped and broke, sending the lift falling like an broken elevator back down from wince it came, whilst he burst from the lift room and moved skywards. 

 

Finally the OrdenMarschall made his way outside and he saw the sky. A strong wind blew in from the North, carrying a blistering cold and a downpour of giant snow flakes, slowly forming white piles in the courtyard. Edric snarled at this, as if Nature thought to keep him down now... he leaped out from the safety of the main keep, feet punching heavily into one giant pile of snow into the other as he made his way onto the walls, crashing against the battlements as he looked out into the almost blizzard like weather, shouting into the wind.

 

"Crowley! Where are you, you big dolt! Get back over here!"

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2kwie-gs2o For all the FMA fans

 

All that there was to answer him was the hissing of the wind in reply to his demands, he slowly slumped down against the battlement as he looked over, unable to see a single thing through the snow, which collected around him quickly. "Where did you go..." He inquired to himself thoughtfully through chattering teeth. The sounds of oncoming Sariants from the keep came from behind him, he let out a shaky sigh and leaned his head against the battlement before one of his brothers, actually dressed for the weather climbed up and dragged him inside, grumbling at his foolishness. 

 

A few hours later the OrdenMarschall found himself sitting in his chair, bundled up as he warmed up slowly. A finished letter sat before him, sealed and all. A Sariant trotted up and looked to Edric, to which he nodded and an understanding was made between them. The Sariant lifted the letter and made his way a crossed the room to the aviary. It was bound for the missing OrdenMarschall, and Edric would spend hours staring at the aviary, desperately awaiting a response. Hours passed, many times he almost nodded off into sleep as he waited, people passed by and spoke to him, but he stood like a statue, standing vigil. No letter returned but his own, the bird unable to find who was to receive it. With all hopes lost the OrdenMarschall packed up and moved down the stairs.

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fb_0a4AAjc 

 

Sariants worked at the lift he had broken... so he was forced to take a detour, all the while the thought of things, of his missing brother, of the first Sariant he truly got to know and to actually serve with. Before long he found himself back at his office, he slipped in without a word and moved to his desk, dragging his feet against the carpeted floor. He pulled out a small note book and his quill, writing slowly and carefully, the page titled, 'Those who shall be added to the hall of heroes.'

 

Common names along this list were those like;

'Hochmeister Gaius'

'Hochmeister Samuel'

'Hochmeister Mirtok'

'OrdenMarschall Eldak'

'OrdenMarschall Maur'

'Grand Sariant Gadreel'

'Grand Sariant Erik'

 

The list seemed to go well on past this, naming almost all the past Hochmeisters and some notable OrdenMarschalls and Grand Sariants, only the ones Edric had heard about or known... but at the very end of this list, in the spare space he had he wrote in big letters. 

 

'OrdenMarschall Crowley Thorne'

 

He then flicked through his notebook to a clean page, slowly sketching a man. By the end he had made a large man in a heavy plate uniform like that of which he himself wore and armed with a tower shield and gladius. The page was stained with what seemed to be a few tears, those of a man who has seen too many men like Crowley come and go in such a way, he flipped the notebook shut and stood, reaching into a nearby chest. He withdrew the very same gladius he drew in the hands of the smiling and cheerful Hansetian bear, moving to the stone brick wall. He mounted the beautiful yet simple sword, stepping back to admire the testament to the memory of his amazing brother and fellow Sariant.

 

He turned away and clenched his teeth, moving back to his desk. He ended the day the way he started it; checking the clock.

 

It was almost midnight and Edric would need all the sleep he could get, he sighed and moved for his bed, simply letting himself fall limply to it.

 

(Free my Crowley... plz)

[TwilightWolf 901]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kEbsEhrsm4o

A pair of familiar ruby eyes followed the OrdenMarschall as he trudged past the small animal enclosure that Titania leaned comfortably against. Though she knew there was something amiss and she yearned to speak out, her lips remained sealed as he continued on through the beginning snowfall. Wondering if he had even noticed her at all in her cozy corner next to the lowing cattle, she paced gingerly towards the battlement, grasping her hands around the frozen merlons… Her answer came with the slam of an iron gate and the distant crunching of boots against layers of snow.

 

Denial forced her back to her duties, back to the stone halls and to sleepless nights. Uncertainty dragged her back to those same front gates, and amassing angst caged her there. With every creaky opening, a lie veiled in hope, she loathed them even more. There she stood, seemingly frozen in time while glaring numbly towards the chilled iron bars. Occasionally a Sariant would saunter in, offering a dispirited shake of his head and a melancholic half smile. Moons passed, Edric's hand landed softly on her shoulder, offering a halfhearted squeeze in shallow reassurance. She remained still, half wishing that the cold would take her.

"Why?"

 

[Bones 180]

Crowley would notice a torch light behind him as Erul's voice would ring out, followed by a chuckle.
"Lost too, eh?"
 

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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