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From Stone We Came


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Cold were his hands - his body - his breath… Pain cascaded through him as he lay, grappling and fighting with the power consumed in mortal hubris. Souls were rent in twain and mended back again, his vision swimming and flooded with visions foul and profane; his eyes long since rendered milky and clouded by dogmatic vitriol. Entombed, a broken body struggled, arms twisted and legs bent in all the wrong directions; yet, he endured, stoneborn resolve to fight past the pain and failure of yesteryear’s mistakes. Caught between two realms, he saw horrible, heinous things - machinations of the dead and bedamned serpent he wrestled, a thousand lives come and gone, the laughter of a child ‘fore a lance speared it through the eye socket. He felt the clawing hands of sin pry their way from his ribcage, before by sheer force of will they were forced back down. 

 

“Mine dove… Where art thou?” 

 

The inquiries of myriad voices, aligned for fleeting moments with his own. 

 

“Anything, to hear her sing once more…”

 

An utterance of forlorn shores. A memory of Light and Love.

 

He slipped further into moonlight’s embrace, and back again- labored breaths to stave off the end, his mind and soul steeled as the fight continued - a mortal man, to constrain the untamed will of what could be infinite if not kept in check. Infernal cinders caked his tomb, the wounds of the infernal host which had been dealt upon him at the battle for Aegrothond weeping intensely as essence flooded charred skin burnt by fel flame of demonkind, by both the hand of Tichar and Peon - faces, fading in the flames… Could he have saved them?

 

From stone, he had come.

 

Bone cold, sunlight dead…

 

“Pale… oh so pale…”

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The Scion sat, and waited. Deep in the dark pools beneath the earth, where the chill brought peace, he waited. Stone still, listening to the trembles of the land, vision cast far beyond the mortal scope. The creature waited, to see what there truly was to be seen. It would come.

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