Post by Dorian Hawkmoon on Jan 30, 2012 19:44:54 GMT -5
(01/30/12 - 16:49:18 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: He sat within that great chair in the Hall and....well....brooded....for there was really no other word for what it was he did. Never having developed the taste for tobacco, he had fetched a tankard of the good honey mead he preferred, taken to his chair and......brooded.....as he nursed his tankard. The trip to MacLaaran last eve had been no more than a momentary diversion...he knew he would soon have to have that talk with Edfeil..and while not "dreading" it, per se, it was still not a thing he looked forward to. There was so much he could not tell...things she simply could not understand. Not that She was dull, by any stretch, just simply unable to understand certain....concepts.
(01/30/12 - 16:56:40 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: It had taxed Her enough to simply accept him as he was...that he was quite unlike other men....but though difficult for Her as it had to have been, still she offered both heart and friendship...no matter the things said, or things that were done...She had always stood by him and lent her support. Even now She defied Her own Master of the Guard to defend him.....knowing in Her heart that He could never do harm to either Her or the Kingdom. At that thought, he let out a soft snort...She had certainly been right on that account...legions would have fallen before he'd allow any harm to come to Her...or to this place. Whether or not Gerben hated...or despised him....made no difference to him...the only thing that he cared for was that Edfeil still loved him....oh, not as a woman loves a man...or a wife a husband....but the love of a Friend that would always be one...
(01/30/12 - 17:07:11 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: How could he put into words what had given him no choice but to leave....that ...Necessity.....that still owned his soul, even though he was the last. But there must always be one...and that one was to be him...until the time he was no longer....necessary. And the events that had occured in that.....place...he had been sent. Nightfall....once as beautiful as Windstorm in the summer...a place of peace and tranquility...beauty and strength....reduced to a horrible shadow of what it had been, virtually destroyed by a being so evil that the common mind would shriek in terror with only a seconds encounter. Then his thoughts meandered as they always did when he thought of there...coming as they always did to Sherlindrea...the unique bond they had formed. Had he been a different man, he could have easily loved her...and she would have returned that love easily...she had told him that many times, but accepted that it could never be. She had been one of the Druids of the Circle and taught him things of Nature even he had never known. His fingers closed now about the heavy tankard as he remembered his last vision of her....dead....her body torn and broken....violated in ways that could only have been dreamed of by a sadistic madman...and crushed the tankard entirely as the anger swallowed him, reliving what he had done to avenge her.
(01/30/12 - 17:17:47 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: That he was a savage could hardly be denied, but the things he had done in the name of revenge...and to fulfill the task he had been set upon....made a savage seem as tame as a kitten. He had loosed volumes of arrows...fought with sweat and steel until his blades lay discarded....broken...then finally using no more than his hands and hatred, tore his way to the one he sought...Torash the Cruel....it had taken dozens to finally subdue him and bring him before that loathsome tyrant. The curses had erupted from his mouth much akin to a volcano spewing lava....he had issued his challenge, no thought of himself or safety...only of revenge for Sherlindrea and Nightfall. Laughing, Torash had tossed him a sword and mocked him. It was the last mistake that sorry bastard offspring of some foul demon Lord had ever made.
(01/30/12 - 17:26:47 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: With Torash dead, the remnants of Nightfall's once proud army took heart, and pulling together in a desperate attempt, had defeated the demoralized enemy forces...they had at last won the day. In the aftermath Sherlindrea's Father, High Druid of the Circle had sought him out, thanking him for the things he had done and promising that his name would from that point forward be recognized as a mighty hero. But he had only stood there, shaking his head softly....he had been no hero, and wanted no part of the hero's acclaim...instead, he had given Sherlindrea's staff...the broken remnants of it, anyway...to her Father and told Him that if He wanted a hero, then look to His Daughter...and that he would always have a place for her in his heart. Soon after that, he had departed...hoping with all he had that he never set eyes upon Nightfall again.
(01/30/12 - 17:38:04 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: The war there had taken a mighty toll on him that took him months to realise...scars added to his already bleak appearance...and the foul curse that had hung over the land had left him pallid on the outside...wasted on the inside....whatever had been "good" in him, had been eaten away. Darkness filled his days as he wandered and the night brought no solace...he wondered if somehow the curse that had been Torash had somehow come into him...turning him into a creature of evil, destined to be what Torash had been, only worse.....much, much worse. he still could not say how long he had wandered, the darkness causing whatever soul that remained to him to rot and stagnate...avoiding all that was light and good...to save it from being contaminated by him. It was precisely at that moment....for reasons known only to whatever deity one chose to believe in....that he remembered Windstorm...and Edfeil....surely if there was nothing of "good" left within him, She would know....would feel...and that set him to find the way back...to hope...and perhaps if it was allowed....some measure of salvation.
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: He sat within that great chair in the Hall and....well....brooded....for there was really no other word for what it was he did. Never having developed the taste for tobacco, he had fetched a tankard of the good honey mead he preferred, taken to his chair and......brooded.....as he nursed his tankard. The trip to MacLaaran last eve had been no more than a momentary diversion...he knew he would soon have to have that talk with Edfeil..and while not "dreading" it, per se, it was still not a thing he looked forward to. There was so much he could not tell...things she simply could not understand. Not that She was dull, by any stretch, just simply unable to understand certain....concepts.
(01/30/12 - 16:56:40 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: It had taxed Her enough to simply accept him as he was...that he was quite unlike other men....but though difficult for Her as it had to have been, still she offered both heart and friendship...no matter the things said, or things that were done...She had always stood by him and lent her support. Even now She defied Her own Master of the Guard to defend him.....knowing in Her heart that He could never do harm to either Her or the Kingdom. At that thought, he let out a soft snort...She had certainly been right on that account...legions would have fallen before he'd allow any harm to come to Her...or to this place. Whether or not Gerben hated...or despised him....made no difference to him...the only thing that he cared for was that Edfeil still loved him....oh, not as a woman loves a man...or a wife a husband....but the love of a Friend that would always be one...
(01/30/12 - 17:07:11 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: How could he put into words what had given him no choice but to leave....that ...Necessity.....that still owned his soul, even though he was the last. But there must always be one...and that one was to be him...until the time he was no longer....necessary. And the events that had occured in that.....place...he had been sent. Nightfall....once as beautiful as Windstorm in the summer...a place of peace and tranquility...beauty and strength....reduced to a horrible shadow of what it had been, virtually destroyed by a being so evil that the common mind would shriek in terror with only a seconds encounter. Then his thoughts meandered as they always did when he thought of there...coming as they always did to Sherlindrea...the unique bond they had formed. Had he been a different man, he could have easily loved her...and she would have returned that love easily...she had told him that many times, but accepted that it could never be. She had been one of the Druids of the Circle and taught him things of Nature even he had never known. His fingers closed now about the heavy tankard as he remembered his last vision of her....dead....her body torn and broken....violated in ways that could only have been dreamed of by a sadistic madman...and crushed the tankard entirely as the anger swallowed him, reliving what he had done to avenge her.
(01/30/12 - 17:17:47 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: That he was a savage could hardly be denied, but the things he had done in the name of revenge...and to fulfill the task he had been set upon....made a savage seem as tame as a kitten. He had loosed volumes of arrows...fought with sweat and steel until his blades lay discarded....broken...then finally using no more than his hands and hatred, tore his way to the one he sought...Torash the Cruel....it had taken dozens to finally subdue him and bring him before that loathsome tyrant. The curses had erupted from his mouth much akin to a volcano spewing lava....he had issued his challenge, no thought of himself or safety...only of revenge for Sherlindrea and Nightfall. Laughing, Torash had tossed him a sword and mocked him. It was the last mistake that sorry bastard offspring of some foul demon Lord had ever made.
(01/30/12 - 17:26:47 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: With Torash dead, the remnants of Nightfall's once proud army took heart, and pulling together in a desperate attempt, had defeated the demoralized enemy forces...they had at last won the day. In the aftermath Sherlindrea's Father, High Druid of the Circle had sought him out, thanking him for the things he had done and promising that his name would from that point forward be recognized as a mighty hero. But he had only stood there, shaking his head softly....he had been no hero, and wanted no part of the hero's acclaim...instead, he had given Sherlindrea's staff...the broken remnants of it, anyway...to her Father and told Him that if He wanted a hero, then look to His Daughter...and that he would always have a place for her in his heart. Soon after that, he had departed...hoping with all he had that he never set eyes upon Nightfall again.
(01/30/12 - 17:38:04 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: The war there had taken a mighty toll on him that took him months to realise...scars added to his already bleak appearance...and the foul curse that had hung over the land had left him pallid on the outside...wasted on the inside....whatever had been "good" in him, had been eaten away. Darkness filled his days as he wandered and the night brought no solace...he wondered if somehow the curse that had been Torash had somehow come into him...turning him into a creature of evil, destined to be what Torash had been, only worse.....much, much worse. he still could not say how long he had wandered, the darkness causing whatever soul that remained to him to rot and stagnate...avoiding all that was light and good...to save it from being contaminated by him. It was precisely at that moment....for reasons known only to whatever deity one chose to believe in....that he remembered Windstorm...and Edfeil....surely if there was nothing of "good" left within him, She would know....would feel...and that set him to find the way back...to hope...and perhaps if it was allowed....some measure of salvation.
