Gaze Into The Abyss...

[Avacyn 1712]

 

 

        The familiar warmth of blood sprays onto Harrison’s face, as his longsword cleaves right through the exposed neck of the man kneeling before him. A raven lands nearby, interrupting the grim silence that saturated the air of the courtyard that night with a remorseful caw. The raven’s landing was soon followed by the sickening sound of a head thudding onto the cold ground, and the body slumping over and crashing as well in a cacophony of chain and plate clattering. Harrison stares down at the dead man for a moment, the greater portion of his visage masked by a black bandana that sought to cover the horrible wounds that ravaged his lower face at the moment. He looked at the man’s head, staring at it with his green eyes: a youthful innocence one sparkled within them when he ran the halls of Ard Kerrack as a child, when he worked in the forges of Wallport, when he first met the Order of Saint Lucien, and Raigeki, and Rymeul, whose skulls now littered his hall, among many others. The candle of childhood extinguished, it was replaced by age and experience, accompanied by a bleak weariness. He stared and stared at the bleeding stump of a neck, the dark reddish circles under his eyes giving him an almost manic look. He sighed sadly, as he picked the head up by the hair, and set off for the upper keep.

 

       Plated boots echoed softly in the dismal stone halls of Caer Penhros, as its Lord made his way through them. The torches burned low, the embers dying as the quiet night continued onwards, and the man that walked the castle’s halls casted a fearsome shadow on the walls. The banners of crimson, black, and white lay still, the ravens, roses, and crosses embroidered upon them an eternal reminder of who this man had become. He turned a corner, and stood at the head of a long corridor, facing the marble chair on the other end. Towering behind the seat were objects of a similar whiteness.

 

 

     As the man slowly makes his way across the stone tiling, the macabre smiles of the polished skulls grinned at him, constantly mocking, making sure he knew where his place in life was, now. Tusks, crowns, circlets adorned many of them, but a few stood out: their foreheads marked by a bright red cross. The man’s shadowed eyes rested upon these few, as he took his seat, now surrounded by the ghosts of this bloody war. He sighed sadly, the black cloth obscuring his mouth fluttering slightly in his exhalation. He was tired of all this. He wanted some rest. He grasped a nearby skull, and held it up in a palm. The faint torchlight made the polished surface shine, the red cross painted on it quite bright.

 

 

 

“Alas, poor Rymeul. I knew him well.”

 

 

He sets the skull down.

The raven flaps its wings, and flies off into the silent night.

[Imam Faiz Kharadeen 3167]

"Heretic."

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

Raigeki ponders how Harrison got his skull, for he never died once in this entire fight, infact he wasn't even logged in until yesterday.

 

 

" Raigeki, and Rymeul, whose skulls now littered his hall, among many others."

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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