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Cyril Darkcloud · 03-21-2002, 03:00 PM

The air begins to move around him as he speaks and his bearing changes. Sounds, feelings and movements that are never far from his consciousness now begin to assert themselves in his speaking. “An althing had been called that one of our number might be chosen to bear the wight of the bond that ties that Terrible and never satisfied Hunger to our people and to carry that bond of terror and with it the Devouring Wind away from our lands and our living and into the outsider lands where it might be lost. This is the true character of the Exiling. The same Wind that scatters one among the Lands Far from the Sky and strips him of fellowship with family and clan makes him, paradoxically, more a representative of his people than before – a life surrendered to whatever path along which the Wind will move it. This has the effect of binding the Devourer to the exiled one – as long as he lives, the Devourer cannot attack the people and the scattering of his life into the outsider world drags the Devourer in its wake, pulling far from the Clans of Storm. It is curse, to be sure, but it is much more a curse upon the Devouring Wind than upon that one who is exiled.”

“The burden of the Exiling is the lot of the oldest of the stormwalkers and these were gathered for the casting of lots within the air. But that monstrous and desecrating Hunger had begun to whisper into the thoughts of she who was my daughter .....” His eyes blaze as his hand moves to the locket and his words harden like stones. “As the Clanmaster intoned his chant and opened his hand to grasp the lot the winds bore to him, I stepped forward and seized his hand in my own and would not release it until all other lots had fallen to the ground and the winds began to gather around me.” A fierce and defiant independence ringing in his voice, he turns to look directly at her. “I chose this, KayLisa ......” His gaze does not move from her eyes as he speaks. His voice lower now, but no less intense, he continues, “And I made other choices. In choosing to return, in asserting that she would again be my daughter, I chose to return and be broken that the Devourer might be destroyed.” His voice hardens once more, “You must understand this and have no illusions – the day will come when I must face the great Devourer of my people within the Scattering Wind, the very wind that destroyed those foolish knights, and to die a broken death within that wind is to die a death from which there is no returning. I chose this, KayLisa, and this is where my choice must lead if there is to be an ending of this and if I am to see how the child has grown during these lost years of my Exiling.” He stops speaking and simply looks at her, exhausted from the storm of memory and feeling.

ooc: Cyril's not the only one who's exhausted after all of this exposition.

[ 03-21-2002, 03:07 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

03-21-2002, 03:00 PM	#65
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	The air begins to move around him as he speaks and his bearing changes. Sounds, feelings and movements that are never far from his consciousness now begin to assert themselves in his speaking. “An althing had been called that one of our number might be chosen to bear the wight of the bond that ties that Terrible and never satisfied Hunger to our people and to carry that bond of terror and with it the Devouring Wind away from our lands and our living and into the outsider lands where it might be lost. This is the true character of the Exiling. The same Wind that scatters one among the Lands Far from the Sky and strips him of fellowship with family and clan makes him, paradoxically, more a representative of his people than before – a life surrendered to whatever path along which the Wind will move it. This has the effect of binding the Devourer to the exiled one – as long as he lives, the Devourer cannot attack the people and the scattering of his life into the outsider world drags the Devourer in its wake, pulling far from the Clans of Storm. It is curse, to be sure, but it is much more a curse upon the Devouring Wind than upon that one who is exiled.” “The burden of the Exiling is the lot of the oldest of the stormwalkers and these were gathered for the casting of lots within the air. But that monstrous and desecrating Hunger had begun to whisper into the thoughts of she who was my daughter .....” His eyes blaze as his hand moves to the locket and his words harden like stones. “As the Clanmaster intoned his chant and opened his hand to grasp the lot the winds bore to him, I stepped forward and seized his hand in my own and would not release it until all other lots had fallen to the ground and the winds began to gather around me.” A fierce and defiant independence ringing in his voice, he turns to look directly at her. “I chose this, KayLisa ......” His gaze does not move from her eyes as he speaks. His voice lower now, but no less intense, he continues, “And I made other choices. In choosing to return, in asserting that she would again be my daughter, I chose to return and be broken that the Devourer might be destroyed.” His voice hardens once more, “You must understand this and have no illusions – the day will come when I must face the great Devourer of my people within the Scattering Wind, the very wind that destroyed those foolish knights, and to die a broken death within that wind is to die a death from which there is no returning. I chose this, KayLisa, and this is where my choice must lead if there is to be an ending of this and if I am to see how the child has grown during these lost years of my Exiling.” He stops speaking and simply looks at her, exhausted from the storm of memory and feeling. ooc: Cyril's not the only one who's exhausted after all of this exposition. [ 03-21-2002, 03:07 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]