The Consequences Of Tyranny

[Lark 2227]

Lark frowned as he woke up on a cot, a monk tending his wounds tsking as wraps some

bandages around his chest and arms. "I see you here not that often Steelwall. But when you

do come; You bear the wounds that are meant to kill beasts."

Lark chuckles a bit and thanks the monk for patching his wounds.

The monk nods slowly, and departs the room to tend to others.

Lark looks around the room, grasping for memories of how he got here.

...

In time..the flash of blades, splashes of blood and the call of falsehood come

back to Lark and he scowls. He mutters "Otto" angrily and

trudges out of the Cloud Temple and fumbles around for his soulstone.

He grins sarcastically as he brings up his memories of Kralta and 

reappears at the Soul Pillar. He glances at the sleeping town and knows

what he must do.

 

Lark's steps are muffled by the dirt roads and crickets chirping in the night.

He makes his way to his smithy and sighs.

Lark slowly opens the door, his hand trembling a bit and looks around,

nothing having being touched yet and grins. Lark gets to work

moving his valuables into a trunk and places a note on it:
"If I may ever come back"

His hand travels over his workbench for a padlock and brings the metal piece over the lock and

clamps it shut. He shakes his head, cursing Otto for what he has caused as he walks downstairs,

the smithy creaking with every step, rousing Lorik.

 

Lorik, still in his guard uniform comes to Lark's door and knocks sleepily,

"Oi Lark, what are you doin'?"

Lark makes his way to the door and opens it up slightly, torchlight escaping into

the night as he does so. "Leavin'."

Perplexed, Lorik makes his way in and they converse,

Lark explaining the situation in as much detail as he can.

Lorik blinks back tears and looks at him depressed,

"But ya' can't leave..What about Kord?"

Lark pauses for a moment and steals a look upstairs,

Kord sleeps soundly, ignorant of the events that transpired.

"Watch over 'im fa' me. 'opefully I can return."

 

Lark motions for Lorik to follow him into the smithy and

walks over to the weapon rack.

He removes from the rack a grand looking

halberd, adorned with a razor sharp wing shaped head.

"This is Crow's Wing. I made it while in my 'omeland.

It wos fa' Lord Carrion but with 'is illness I entrust it ta' ya'

until I may return someday."

 

Lorik nods slowly, understanding his purpose and walks outside with Lark.

Hogvir sees the pair and learns of what has transpired.

Lorik and Hogvir plead for Lark to stay but to no avail.

Rain begins to fall, thunder rolls in the far north..

The trio looks up to the sky and back at each other.

Lark holds up his hand, a sack over his back, a sword strapped to his belt,

"It started with me, It shall end with me."

He turns from them and crosses the bridge,

lightning flashing across the sky as he does so.

 

If one would find a way into Lark's now abandoned home they 

would find a note addressed to the strelesy:

 

"Dearest Strelts, I 'ave gone against 'is 'Greatness' Otto.

I must repent my actions or be forgiven for them.

I do not know if or when I shall return.

Goodbye.

 

L.S."

 

[Richard / Mikhael 95]

Mikhael spits and curses Larks name.

[dude 230]

Lorik sits at home, depressed about loosing his best friend.

[iTzShambo 135]

Borat sniffles as tears run down his face.

[Knox213 10]

*Heinrik Van Roy has no idea what has gone on*

[bungo 3965]

Bogdanistan looks into his ledger of baptism, moving his finger to find the line.

 

"14. Lark Steelwall was accepted into the Church by Bogdanistan with the name of Zhavoronok Stalnyyenastennyye"

 

Bogdanistan frowns as he sees the line, muttering to himself.

 

"Great problems has cause, Zhavoronok.  He put aside vows of strelesy to be loyal to Carrion-House and has went away from eyes of Godanistan."

[Lark 2227]

Lark sits at the forge in Gronnkston, reflecting on his situation, wondering if his actions were really what Lord Carrion would have wanted.

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.