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Cyril Darkcloud · 03-21-2002, 02:09 AM

He feels the tensing fury in her movements as she begins to stand and is surprised at its strength. The hatred in her voice echoes within his ears as and stuns him moreso than the power that erupts from her hand. His own eyes flash with the sudden recognition of remembered death as the whirlpool is torn and scattered in the winds. He moves near to her, lightly pressing his hand upon her shoulder for a moment. ~ There is too much fury within each of us for me to touch her for very long here. ~ The air grows still as he speaks, “While our spelldancers struggled to keep the Devouring Wind away from our villages the elders of the clans met to pronounce the Scattering Death upon the knights.” His words begin to bite with the coldness of winter. “As she who was half of my heart was among the first to be lost, I claimed the right to execute the sentence. For days I hunted them through the mountains – hour by hour and piece by piece removing their confidence in all that they had been taught about battle and honor and the power of their outsider gods to protect them. I broke them and then I met them face to face within a killing storm .....” He breaks off his words, trembling at the memory and looking again at KayLisa before deciding to continue. “The winds tore the very breath from their throats denying them even the luxury of last words. I sang the Song of Scattering over them and as the wind reached the height of its fury I slew them all. And with each one’s final breath, his soul was torn to pieces by the wind and scattered beyond even the reach of his god ....” He stops speaking, numb in the horror of those moments, the shrieking of the Scattering Wind filling his thoughts.

Again his eyes find hers and he continues to speak, the bitter edge gone from his voice. “I gathered their ‘sacred’ baubles, those things for the sake of which they awakened the Desecrating Hunger and brought them to the elders. The destruction of these items released enough power into the storm magics of our spelldancers to hold the Devourer at bay while a course of action was decided upon .......” Moving to his quiver he withdraws the arrow he had so recently made. “These few arrowheads that I made from the golden symbols they wore are all that is left of them.”

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03-21-2002, 02:09 AM	#63
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	He feels the tensing fury in her movements as she begins to stand and is surprised at its strength. The hatred in her voice echoes within his ears as and stuns him moreso than the power that erupts from her hand. His own eyes flash with the sudden recognition of remembered death as the whirlpool is torn and scattered in the winds. He moves near to her, lightly pressing his hand upon her shoulder for a moment. ~ There is too much fury within each of us for me to touch her for very long here. ~ The air grows still as he speaks, “While our spelldancers struggled to keep the Devouring Wind away from our villages the elders of the clans met to pronounce the Scattering Death upon the knights.” His words begin to bite with the coldness of winter. “As she who was half of my heart was among the first to be lost, I claimed the right to execute the sentence. For days I hunted them through the mountains – hour by hour and piece by piece removing their confidence in all that they had been taught about battle and honor and the power of their outsider gods to protect them. I broke them and then I met them face to face within a killing storm .....” He breaks off his words, trembling at the memory and looking again at KayLisa before deciding to continue. “The winds tore the very breath from their throats denying them even the luxury of last words. I sang the Song of Scattering over them and as the wind reached the height of its fury I slew them all. And with each one’s final breath, his soul was torn to pieces by the wind and scattered beyond even the reach of his god ....” He stops speaking, numb in the horror of those moments, the shrieking of the Scattering Wind filling his thoughts. Again his eyes find hers and he continues to speak, the bitter edge gone from his voice. “I gathered their ‘sacred’ baubles, those things for the sake of which they awakened the Desecrating Hunger and brought them to the elders. The destruction of these items released enough power into the storm magics of our spelldancers to hold the Devourer at bay while a course of action was decided upon .......” Moving to his quiver he withdraws the arrow he had so recently made. “These few arrowheads that I made from the golden symbols they wore are all that is left of them.” [ 03-21-2002, 02:27 AM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]