[Cyril Darkcloud]

ooc: Fair enough, Morgeruat! *LOL* But you do list yourself as an expatriot of that order.

Not that any of these details would change a loner like Cyril's opinions of such things as guilds, especially after their armies never arrived. Speaking of changing opinions however:

Perhaps there is some real goodness to found among some of these knights .... ~ So simple an acknowledgment is not made easily and yet it must be made. This man can barely stand himself and yet will offer what little energy he has that the women might live. This knight could simply leave, yet he does not. The unsteadiness of the tower is palpable and disturbing and there is little time to lose. “You have died once this day. There is no need to die again. The women might be saved without the loss of your life.” He hopes these last words are true for there have been too many lives swallowed up by the darkness of this place. “Go and reclaim your life and know that you have my thanks. Soon the skies will clear - bear my greeting to the sun.”

The stones on the upper floors have begun to shake loose and he feels the entry of the restless and probing winds. Perhaps. Perhaps there is a chance that life may emerge even from the pits below this tower. The flesh on his hands burns and his life mingles with the newly moving air. Whisper hoots softly at the entrance to the chamber. “Lead me to them,” he says softly, and follows the owl into the dark stone corridors of the crumbling tower.

[ 05-14-2002, 07:49 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]