SNOW AND ASH

[Monkee 7369]

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They made their way to the gates.

 

The Laughing Hag, cloaked and pale, carried him upon her shoulders. Bound and bleating was their vampyric prize, that darkspawn who had sullied an Archvigilant of Wyrvun - assaulting and corrupting her before that most sacred of wayshrines. He raged at the Vigilants who surrounded the pair with weapons drawn. Mention was made of the impermanence of what was to come, yet it was a lesson to be remembered; lest, they vowed, they hunt him down for a thousand years and return him to the dust each time he reformed.

 

He pleaded with his captor, for they were two of a kind. What warranted such an act of betrayal? "You make too much noise," was the Hag's response.

 

Upon stone and snow was he laid, before a roaring pyre that had already burned for one hundred days and one hundred nights, fed by a flood of Svarling corpses. There did the Laughing Hag perform her work, before at last, he was turned over to the Vigilants.

 

With a cold indifference stepped forth the Vigilant of Hope, uncorking a bottle to pour seawater upon the darkspawn. He writhed and screamed; "What is death without a little pain?" the Vigilant mused. Reaching down, a gauntleted hand wrapped around the vampyre's throat, and lifted. Steel-clad digits held a vice-like grip upon his gullet, until only air lingered between feet and floor.

 

"Wyrvun sends his regards," was the utterance, and shortly, the vampyre was tossed upon the flames. Screams pierced the night sky as he boiled and hissed. Flesh melted to bone, bone melted to dust, and all fell silent. Ash lingered in frigid air, mingling with the falling snow.

 

The vampyres had bought peace.

 

For now.

 

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[[Big thanks to the good rp and good sportsmanship! The conflict was a lot shorter than we expected, but we still had fun with it]]

 

[Royal Peasant 462]

Road on his stead, slowly marching through the familiar cold lands when a cool breeze flew over his head, carrying the snow from up on high and bringing it it over him. Until he suddenly caught the scent of ash on his breathe, and realized that it was not just snow, but ash, that was carried by the wind. Bringing the ash upon him as he wiped it from his cheek and rubbed it between his fingers.  "I wonder who's pyre needed such a strong flame..."