Post by Gilashi on Aug 8, 2012 11:26:13 GMT -5
The clouds above Tamasha allowed only sparse filtering rays of moonlight to fall upon the village. The air was still and heavy with fog, sweeping through the village as if seeking some unknown home. As Gilashi came upon the outskirts of the quite village, he set down his pack and sighed, stretching his arms and legs fronts long journey, leaving him aching and tired. He had finally made it to his destination, far away from his long forgotten kingdom, and he hoped far away from his infamous crimes. Picking up his pack, his memories of The Sage crossed his mind.
The air in the hut reeked of stale smoke and incense, the only light glowing faintly from scattered candles around the hut. Sitting upon a small padded pillow was the old man. His gray hair fell about him in a tangled mess, along with his beard tied together in a leather throng. The man's skin resembled cracked, dried parchment stretched too tight over his bones. Even his robes, once remarkably bright and fine, were tarnished and covered in dust. It appeared as if the man had been sitting here for ages, waiting. But his eyes, those glowing emeralds deep in the elf's face glowed with a wisdom and power that burned deep into Gilashi's core.
"So you found me after all, son of the Apocalypse." The Sage wheezed, his breath coming out in a hushed whisper, yet Gilashi heard the words ringing loud and clear in his ears, as it the man was speaking directly into his ear.
"If you were expecting me and you know who I am, you must know why I am here." Gilashi had let his words rumble with his anger and exhaustion, his words echoing into the musty alcoves of the hut. He had stepped closer to the old man, eyeing a meal on a table next to him. A small amount of meat and potatoes,with a slice of stale bread and a knife to spread butter. Gilashi returned his eyes to the old man, and though his emerald orbs were uncomfortable to stare in for so long, he returned his gaze with his own burning ruby eyes.
The Sage laughed weakly, a horrible hacking sound, and for a second Gilashi thought he may die. "Young man, what you seek is unobtainable, especially for a child of The Doom-Bringer." Gilashi slammed his fist against the table, the plate and knife nearly falling from the table as his claws dug painfully into his palm.
"What is the true measure of a man? Is it what he does in his life, or what he is born into? Are we all slaves to our destiny, predetermined before we ever get a choice? I simply wish to know. Am I evil from my birth, for my fate? Or can I change through redemption? Answer me!"
The sage raised a trembling finger like a boney claw. "You will never be redeemed. No matter how hard You try Cursed Knight. You have been born into damnation. Accept your fate."
Gilashi laughed, his eyes glowing deep red, the crimson in his blood boiling with his demon rage, and slamming the table he sent the knife flying through the air, catching it in his hand and driving it into the sage's chest. As he turned to leave, he left the old man bleeding. "Fate has already destroyed me enough. From now on, I shall make my own fate." He left Glerinel that night, a monster to another city, and feared once again.
Gilashi sighed, shouldering his pack and moving forward. As he began to enter, he was cut off at the entrance by three young men in rags and makeshift armor, all wielding damaged and worn weapons. They all had the same dirty mess of hair and
eyes.
"Hey there freak. You know there's a toll for entering Tamasha don't you?" The obvious leader spat at him, the only mark differentiating him from the others was the small amount of silver chain around his neck. The other two laughed, and Gilashi sat down his pack again.
"Look here kids, I am exhausted and in no mood to give you all a spanking and sending you to your mommies. So make an intelligent decision for once in your life. Walk away, live another day of your miserable lives."
This stopped their laughing, and sneered at him. As the leader stepped forward brandishing his small worn sword he smiled with trembling lips, obviously infuriated. "We were gonna let you live, but now You have to pay the price for your big mouth!"
As they walked forward, Gilashi sighed. "What a welcome...."
The air in the hut reeked of stale smoke and incense, the only light glowing faintly from scattered candles around the hut. Sitting upon a small padded pillow was the old man. His gray hair fell about him in a tangled mess, along with his beard tied together in a leather throng. The man's skin resembled cracked, dried parchment stretched too tight over his bones. Even his robes, once remarkably bright and fine, were tarnished and covered in dust. It appeared as if the man had been sitting here for ages, waiting. But his eyes, those glowing emeralds deep in the elf's face glowed with a wisdom and power that burned deep into Gilashi's core.
"So you found me after all, son of the Apocalypse." The Sage wheezed, his breath coming out in a hushed whisper, yet Gilashi heard the words ringing loud and clear in his ears, as it the man was speaking directly into his ear.
"If you were expecting me and you know who I am, you must know why I am here." Gilashi had let his words rumble with his anger and exhaustion, his words echoing into the musty alcoves of the hut. He had stepped closer to the old man, eyeing a meal on a table next to him. A small amount of meat and potatoes,with a slice of stale bread and a knife to spread butter. Gilashi returned his eyes to the old man, and though his emerald orbs were uncomfortable to stare in for so long, he returned his gaze with his own burning ruby eyes.
The Sage laughed weakly, a horrible hacking sound, and for a second Gilashi thought he may die. "Young man, what you seek is unobtainable, especially for a child of The Doom-Bringer." Gilashi slammed his fist against the table, the plate and knife nearly falling from the table as his claws dug painfully into his palm.
"What is the true measure of a man? Is it what he does in his life, or what he is born into? Are we all slaves to our destiny, predetermined before we ever get a choice? I simply wish to know. Am I evil from my birth, for my fate? Or can I change through redemption? Answer me!"
The sage raised a trembling finger like a boney claw. "You will never be redeemed. No matter how hard You try Cursed Knight. You have been born into damnation. Accept your fate."
Gilashi laughed, his eyes glowing deep red, the crimson in his blood boiling with his demon rage, and slamming the table he sent the knife flying through the air, catching it in his hand and driving it into the sage's chest. As he turned to leave, he left the old man bleeding. "Fate has already destroyed me enough. From now on, I shall make my own fate." He left Glerinel that night, a monster to another city, and feared once again.
Gilashi sighed, shouldering his pack and moving forward. As he began to enter, he was cut off at the entrance by three young men in rags and makeshift armor, all wielding damaged and worn weapons. They all had the same dirty mess of hair and
eyes. "Hey there freak. You know there's a toll for entering Tamasha don't you?" The obvious leader spat at him, the only mark differentiating him from the others was the small amount of silver chain around his neck. The other two laughed, and Gilashi sat down his pack again.
"Look here kids, I am exhausted and in no mood to give you all a spanking and sending you to your mommies. So make an intelligent decision for once in your life. Walk away, live another day of your miserable lives."
This stopped their laughing, and sneered at him. As the leader stepped forward brandishing his small worn sword he smiled with trembling lips, obviously infuriated. "We were gonna let you live, but now You have to pay the price for your big mouth!"
As they walked forward, Gilashi sighed. "What a welcome...."
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.