The Tread Of An Ancestor

[Malaise 1570]

 

An aged mali'ker treads gently towards a boat of decent size, flanked by two honorguard of old. Hues of black, violet, and grey don their shadowy forms - slender, elegant blades dressing their hips. The didactic being to who they pledged their lives sank into a throne of sorts, woven of dark wood and sea-stained fabrics.

 

 

The ship itself bore a familiar hull and crest -- that of Darkhaven, and the elder clans that led its people. A mane of white hair, with a streak of mauve stained upon the left bang draped over the seated mali'ker, robes of deep, noble colors painting a mighty contrast over the beings visage. Shimmers of gold shine the in the pale moonlight that was cast upon the being, revealing the finer details woven into his garb. 

 

The ship set sail for Ker'nor, with little words exchanged between the being and his sworn. 

 

"Raime - set course for the isle of ash. Brother, be of assistance."

[Elad™ 560]

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