And the Snow was Painted Red

[Narthok 10416]

And the Snow was Painted Red 

Hopefully this isn't to gorey as I would like to do more descriptive pieces, however if it is I ask that the FMs message me so that I can make the appropriate edits.

The sun was dim was blocked by the pregnant clouds that infested the sky, leaking white flakes onto the quiet world below. Silent Knight and his band rode softly through the snow laden northern forests the snow crunching under the hooves of their horses as the banners of a white Lorraine's cross on a black field snapped sharply in the cold winds. Each man bore the signature sombre dark armour marked with the white Lorraine’s crosses of the Silent Men, however each suit was slightly different. A broad-shouldered man bore a flowing cloak of white fur, trimmed in gold his entire being echoed an arrogance and fanaticism so permeable that it practically leaked from the seams of his armour. Next to the caped man rode a man in the typical armour of the Silent Men, however his armour was decorated with the most beautifully painted crosses of any of the order. Elaborate swirling masterpieces that brought awe to those who would examine them too deeply. Leading the band was a massive beast of a man carrying a massive warhammer. His shoulders bent, weighed down by countless worries and troubles, a single hand placed over the cross painted to his breastplate as he rode through the snow.

 

As the group rounded the corner of the snow laden path they spotted a strange sight to the side of the road. Several hooded men seemed to be chanting in a strange tongue, the Silent Knight turned motioning to his fellows. He pointed at the group, tapped the cross on his chest then made an inverted U shaped motion with his index and middle fingers [ 16, 01]. Nodding the brothers dismounted swiftly approaching the group. Approaching the group Silent Knight drew a small note pad and stick of charcoal from a pouch on his belt and wrote “Business?”. The hooded man smiled broadly “We are just praising Talos before we go and burn out a nest of drowners”. Upon closer inspection it can be seen that the hooded men were surrounding the corpse of a small child partially dissected with its innards carefully opened and removed to create some odd symbols in the snow. The Child’s face was twisted in a rictus of pain, clearly they had been alive for quite a while before succumbing to the precise cuts of the cultist’s knives. Around the tiny creature’s neck is a crude cross somehow resting on the only piece of untarnished skin remaining on the corpse.

 

Silent Knight held up his right hand crossing his index and middle fingers [14], the armoured men nodded in understanding before subtly changing their stances to a ready position. Silent Knight nods slowly clenching his fist at the sight of the defiled child. He reaches over his shoulder drawing forth the elaborate avanite war hammer covered in Lorraine’s crosses. He tapped the handle of the hammer twice [17]. Nodding the Silent Men sprang into action drawing their weapons and setting themselves upon the cultists with a fanatical rage attacking with a berserk intensity while making not a hint of sound with their voices. Truly an eerie sight for any onlooker.

 

When the air stilled again and the dark armoured men stood in the snow, their shoulders rising and falling from their deep breaths. Silent Knight turned to the corpse of the small child, his shoulders shaking in what appeared to be the act of crying. Slowly replacing the innards of the child Silent Knight bandaged its wounds and began to dig his hands into the hardened soil clawing out a shallow hole. Silent Knight lifted the child with a tenderness bellied by his massive size the shaking of his shoulders increases as he sobs silently over the corpse. He gingerly places it in the shallow hole using his large hands to scoop earth and snow over the little corpse. The large man stands slowly placing a rough wooden Lorraine’s cross over the grave of the youth. Surrounding the small grave are the bodies of the cultists, torn asunder and ravaged beyond recognition. And so the snow is painted red.

Edited September 3, 2015 by Narthok

[Daisy 9732]

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

 

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