Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456 Share Posted June 27, 2018 Spoiler 16th of the Deep Cold, 1669 The Sil'Vethryn Steel Forge in Caras Eldar was eerily quiet for a week now, going on indefinitely perhaps to the approval of those who neighbored the business. The reclusive ‘ame who was typically seen either tending to the forge or skinning a freshly slain buck had all but vanished. A letter at the forge would be left for Mae as well as Caliban’s trusty Zweihänder. Sil'Vethryn Steel Forge ________________________________________________________ Deep within the Mixed Knolls, a shrine was erected far from the main road. An emaciated Caliban clenched his eyes shut as he weakly drew blood from his callous palm with a sharpened kopis. His grip turned ghost white as he held the shagreen covered hilt tightly dragging the ferrum blade across his other hand and afterwards drained his wound over the burning pyre before him. His hand trembled as he did this and a low rumbling was audibly heard coming from Caliban’s stomach. Caliban began to pray, albeit empty in voice. O’ father of the hunt, Blessed be to this bounty, whose hide will clothe our young, Whose flesh will fill our stomachs. As we take from your realm, we give back So our souls may be one with the great balance “Cernunnos will provide…” The ‘ame said to himself and his accompanying donkey after reciting the prayer, a forced smile being offered from the former to the latter. “I thought I was going back alone, but the Mother and Father are always with us - isn’t that right?” The malnourished donkey did not reply, not that Caliban expected it to. Behind the donkey’s voluptuous eyelashes was an apparent sadness in the beast. The mali caressed the bridge of the donkey’s nose letting his hand descend down stopping short at the muzzle before repeating this action to keep the beast calm. Caliban’s stomach then began to rumble and in his distraction, his hand felt something sticky when he touched the muzzle of the donkey. Cloudy droplets of blood with a blue sheen in the late evening sun. “It was very selfless of you to come along though, my llir, ahernan...” Caliban manages to say with a lump in his throat and he would go to softly embrace the donkey around the neck. He brings his kopis up from underneath the donkey’s view towards the donkey’s throat… Dying Donkey before mercy kill RIP ________________________________________________________ The cold winds of the desert night began to settle as the sun crept on the horizon. The slain donkey laid out in the sand with slight movements coming from its cut open under belly. Caliban’s head poked out of the bloody mess and he gasped for fresh air. With hefty breaths, the mali’ame looked around him. All was quiet at the shoreline where he rested and he looked out towards the rising sun. “I was so excited to leave this land - only to find myself coming back..” Caliban now had donkey to eat today. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
WuHanXianShi14 0 Share Posted June 27, 2018 Artimec lays a stick of incense at the shrine of Moccus, prince of Boars, beseeching stalwart constitution for his student. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Deer__ 1558 Share Posted June 27, 2018 Somewhere in Ceras Eldar a mali'ker sat before a stark white shrine, murmuring prayers with thoughts of her friend, Caliban. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Burnsy 437 Share Posted September 16, 2018 Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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