Winters Curse

[The Lion 736]

A cold winter night is upon Hanseti, Lord Commander Lion III sits outside of Mirtok's throne room writing in silence. He stares at his hands for a moment and continues writing in his leather book, he cracks a smile and closes his eyes. Hes in the moment when sariant approaches, "Who goes there?" says Lion, "Itd be Maur." "ah, go on in the Hochmeisters been waiting." Lion stands up straightens out and follows Maur in. Mirtok and Maur begin to converse as Lion takes up his post, the meeting is over Maur exits and Lion is ordered to take a break by Mirtok. Lion nods and walks out, he flips his visor up and goes into his grey home. Heading upstairs with some tea and bread Lion sits in his office and takes out his leather book. He writes, "Seems its nearly taken over my hands as well, damn cold. I stand now as a ghost of the dark terror I once was. Maybe that's not true I feel the more that meet my blade the colder my skin grows. Is this the gods way of punishing me I do not know, why even question it." Lion begins writing a poem about winter, when a forceful knock thumps out from below, "****."

"What is it?" says Lion, "The Hochmeister needs you right away." Lion puts on his helmet and trudges towards the throne room. "This man was caught in the act of murder, he is responsible for 2 known murders in my realm. Murder will not stand as long as I sit upon this throne. Lion would you please bind him and take him to the stand, ill meet you there." "At once." Lion then grabs the man with crushing power and with the aid of Dain binds him by the hands and walk him out. "why'd you do it lad?" says Lion "Why not, those bastards don't deserve life, no one does. I'm only doing what I was meant to do." Lion remains silent. They reach the stand and Lion and Dain ready him and wait for the Hochmeisters arrival. "I Lord Commander Azagath Lion III of the Obsidian Guard, 1 of the 7 servants of Asulon and sworn guardian steward of Hochmeister Mirtok under his word sentence you to die." The man remains quiet as the sword drops down, Lion thinks to himself, "Now I grow even colder" as he wipes his blade. Noticing the shock on the face of his recruits issues a statement to ease their minds,"A man of his murderous nature is fully conscious of what he has done, in his mind his actions were right and therefor he remained silent and true to his ways. And people like that are not the kind of people that are fit to live." "Its true." says Lion. The men march back to town and Lion takes the time to clear his head and organize his thoughts, He follows Mirtok into the throne room and they share a drink and small talk, "Its late brother, get some rest." says Mirtok. Laying in bed Lion rests his head on his pillow and writes a small poem before going to bed.

What once was black is now white

Coldness crept in and caused a flight

Winters grasp is no more

I do not feel its mighty roar

Black to white

Grey to blue

What has happened to me

I have no clue

At least my hair is the same, Lion laughs to himself and sleep soon takes him away.

[Mirtok 2853]

*watching his brother retire to his home Mirtok says to himself . . .

"These days of darkness and violence pervert our once pure minds. Greed and blood-lust have become all that many know, all that many seem to care about."

*sighs and continues . . .

"My own brother, of blood and order, slips form me with each passing day. I know not as to what he will become nor what will become of me, only speculations and thoughts. Oh they times have truly changed from those we felt in Aegis. The warm sunny days, vast green fields, joyous peoples and meaningful lives. Why does evil taint us so, harm the simple and corrupt the complex. Why does evil yet prevail even after the sacrifice of great men and women in the depths of the nether?

*Mirtok slowly ascends from his bar stool and puts his mug aside. As he walks away he stares in the direction of his brothers home, muttering to himself.

"Sleep well brother, let the horrors of the day release you to the bliss of sleep and trouble you no longer; For tomorrow there is much to be done. I need you by my side most of all in these grave times, the north wants us dead and we are all that remains of good men of the past."

*He slowly walks up to his quarters, dragging his hand along the cold stones walls as he presses forward.

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