Soldier Astray

[Zonty 994]

Spoiler

So just a foreword that everything except the battle itself for those who partook in it is an unknown information. Have a blast reading :3c

 

[!] Grand and marvelous

are the contents of

the eldest library,

and yet

for all the virtue within,

insanity looms in great quantities,

in a perverted equilibrium. 

 

‘Aheral who had come

to Silver City not so long ago,

whose mind was far

from keenest, and yet whose heart

beat strong for both

his peers and elders,

bore a perseverance great..

 

His struggle to be of aid to the

elven militia was to no avail,

and so, despondent,

he had delved

into the farthest depths

of the great pool of knowledge

that have accumulated

in the Silver State over a millenia. 

 

The knowledge was consumed,

like a sponge devours water.

Word by word,

row by row,

book by book…

Much of lore and history

was gorged down

by the ravenous mind.

And yet there was a line.

A limit that he shouldn’t have crossed.

By and by, and the privy

strings of text and tales

of foregone age obtruded him all round. 

 

From envy, a scorn was born, and thence hatred and malice.

Lunacy encroached. 

 

Day by day it waxed,

until became unbearable;

the endless well of spite had to burst,

and so in an attempt to unshackle himself,

to rid of those bonds,

the ‘aheral ventured to

one of the most prominent

once-rivals of Haelun’or.

 

Along his route,

a peer with an endeavour

of similitude was encountered.

And together they marched

and assailed the city of marble.

Celia’nor.

 

The approach was swift.

The unexpected ally of

camaraderie was of a powerful foe,

contrary to the elf.

Blinded by his hubris and avarice,

strike after strike, move after move,

his failure became eminent and inevitable.

A shield,

where once an insignia

of his hometown could

be gleaned now lay in debris.

His own sword cloven in two pieces.

One in dirt on the ground,

and the other - the one still attached to the hilt,

in his own neck.

A puddle of blood cradled his limp body;

his cadaver.

 

Madness claimed not only his mind, but both body and soul.

[DizzyGrey 1229]

S'Flaaowni watched the cackling madman die, shivering in fear as the battle raged amongst the streets some more. She couldn't even begin to comprehend what sort of insanity would have one do that.

[woke 1157]

An old Rychwaldian knight appeared as an unexpected guardian of the challenged citizens in the midst of the chaos brought on by an unexpected onslaught in the heart of Celia'nor. The combat was fierce and echoed through the narrow alleyways with every strike of the blade and every spell. When the battle reached its peak, the debris cleared to reveal what had happened: the knight, battered and wounded, lay unconscious on the hard gravel, and one of the enemies lay dead, his corpse still in the gory grip of death.


[!] A true depiction of the unconscious knight

 

Spoiler

Best CRP I've had in a while! You're goated, 10/10, will do it again.
However, because I'm a fleeper, I felt like I might have powergamed a little. I apologize and hope you don't mind.

 

[NotAPan 3052]

Erdwin journeyed far from the nation of Celia'nor, halting when he finally reached by the river. The memory of the fellow knight sparked in his mind. "Well fought."