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Legolas · 04-02-2005, 07:28 PM

Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale - 98/98

Failure. The death of many good men. Failure. And then, another chance.

For a long time he lay, sometimes desiring to return to his final rest, at others scolding himself for the mistakes he made. A personal test he had not completed to his own, let alone the powers', satisfaction. There were moments he simply rested, recovering from death. There were occasions where he listened, hearing the footfalls, breathing, words around him. Painting an image of his surroundings in his mind. That would be the tactician deciding on his next move. For deciding, he was.

The facts remained, constant. He was alive. To throw that gift away was to fail again. He had died for his cause, and would again, though he might have taken better care of himself. He had caused the deaths of others, by exposing them to Silverfall and his assassins. That would take atonement and the warrior pledged to confess his sins and accept proper penance at the soonest oppertunity.
He found his hammer by his side, and so there was only one other conclusion to draw. He was to live to continue his quest after repairing what damages he had caused to the best of his abilities. He would set out again a cautioned man, for now he had witnessed first-hand the shadow's grip on Silverfall, and had been thoroughly reminded of his own mortality in the face of those who abuse magic. He would write and send another inquisitor after the wizard he had faced here in the hall, for the weave of shadow magic he had sensed before was most disturbing and spoke of a greater taint and influence of the Mage than he had dared imagine.

When finally he sat up, his face had hardened and the steel in his eyes was sharper than it had been.

"I would know of the deity who graced us with life."

- essentially, he's looking for someone fit to take his confession.

[ 04-02-2005, 07:28 PM: Message edited by: Legolas ]

04-02-2005, 07:28 PM	#295
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 41 Posts: 5,459	Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale - 98/98 Failure. The death of many good men. Failure. And then, another chance. For a long time he lay, sometimes desiring to return to his final rest, at others scolding himself for the mistakes he made. A personal test he had not completed to his own, let alone the powers', satisfaction. There were moments he simply rested, recovering from death. There were occasions where he listened, hearing the footfalls, breathing, words around him. Painting an image of his surroundings in his mind. That would be the tactician deciding on his next move. For deciding, he was. The facts remained, constant. He was alive. To throw that gift away was to fail again. He had died for his cause, and would again, though he might have taken better care of himself. He had caused the deaths of others, by exposing them to Silverfall and his assassins. That would take atonement and the warrior pledged to confess his sins and accept proper penance at the soonest oppertunity. He found his hammer by his side, and so there was only one other conclusion to draw. He was to live to continue his quest after repairing what damages he had caused to the best of his abilities. He would set out again a cautioned man, for now he had witnessed first-hand the shadow's grip on Silverfall, and had been thoroughly reminded of his own mortality in the face of those who abuse magic. He would write and send another inquisitor after the wizard he had faced here in the hall, for the weave of shadow magic he had sensed before was most disturbing and spoke of a greater taint and influence of the Mage than he had dared imagine. When finally he sat up, his face had hardened and the steel in his eyes was sharper than it had been. "I would know of the deity who graced us with life." - essentially, he's looking for someone fit to take his confession. [ 04-02-2005, 07:28 PM: Message edited by: Legolas ]