Erlösung

[Mirtok 2853]

 

*A light snow drifts off of the frosted peaks in the North and down unto the grounds below the sheer icy cliffs. A particularly powerful draft picks up mid-way down and tumbles towards the upper levels of the Castle, through a set of bars cemented in heavy stone and down a short staircase into a room barely lit by a slowly dwindling fire. The silhouette of an arm rests on the edge of the high-backed seat, and connected to that arm is a hand toying with the balanced hilt of some weapon obscured by shadow.

 

*The low flames flicker from time to time, but as the wind blows into the room it is snuffed out, leaving behind a pitiful collection of glowing embers. The room falls silent, the steady crackle of the once lit fire ceases and only the faint howling of wind can be heard; almost cackling. Just then the figure shrouded by the low-light rises from his chair with a grunt, gripping the hilt of the weapon and resting it on his shoulder, a beam of light intercepts it, a war hammer.

 

*The figure steps over to the hearth and kneels to the floor. The tiny embers give off enough light to illuminate the very edge of an out stretched hand, clasped in armor, digging deep into the ashes below the faint coals. He lifts them from their spent environment and with his other hand, sets the war hammer to lean on the heavy cobbles laid into the wall. Old parchment and spindly branches are tossed into the hearth with a rising plume of smoke. Larger logs are arranged around the bedding and finally, the coals are lowered back into the hearth.

 

*But they do not spark and the coals become ever more fainter in heat and glow. The figure leans in close to the coals and takes a deep breath before exhaling gently. The embers begin to brighten and their glow intensifies, revealing a white beard in the dark room. He continues to exhale gently; The coals brighten more and more until in a flash, the bedding ignites and the occasional crackle of burning wood rings out.

 

*The figure lifts himself up, retrieving the war hammer once again and slinging it onto his back. The flames climb higher and higher, illuminating the room brighter and brighter. Heavy grieves, a long white tabard, a black cross, gold pauldrons, a white beard and finally piercing green eyes. Mirtok stands up tall before the roaring fire and a slight smile creeps along his face.

 

"By the light of Celestia."

[Minea 124]

((Sorry for the OOC but bloody wonderful song choice, I could picture that scene as if it was a movie and truely that song choice fit perfectly! On another note great writing there mate))

[Gemmylou 484]

((He's backkkkkkkkkk.... Beautiful piece Jonanna. ))

[Mr_Boomer337 56]

(This is why I love reading posts by Jon, Once again, Brilliant writing.)

[Gaius ~ Sertorius Cagan 62]

[[Hochmeister Gaius Marius looks downward to the landscape below, hearkening Hochmeister Mirtok DeNurem to join him side-to-side amongst the Pantheon of the Greatest Writers]]