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shamrock_uk · 05-06-2007, 11:39 AM

Detheriel

Through the anger and rage, Detheriel gradually became aware that the guard was no longer struggling and picked himself slowly off the floor, still shaking a little with emotion.

He looked down at his fists and was faced with the unpleasant realisation that he did not like what he saw. Never before had he lost himself like this, never had he been enslaved by his emotions to such an extent.

He took a shuddering breath and forced himself to regain control. He looked around at Telryn and winced in sympathy as he saw the bolt jutting from his chest, as if proud of the damage it had caused.

It was then that he saw Nivram being carried into the room.

He couldn't help himself but he retched immediately, his mouth filling with the acrid taste of bile as he beheld the desecration of Nivram's body. He choked it back, desperate that he wouldn't make his horror at the man's appearance plain for all to see.

When the brave man smiled at his friends, it was as if someone had driven a stake through his gut. Oh, what he was responsible for! Somehow the lack of accusation in Nivram's eyes only magnified the acute guilt that he felt until he could face his companion no more.

He looked around and saw the captain's questioning glance.
"Finish it. End it now," he instructed bitterly.

As Nivram drew close he was ashamed to find that he could not bring himself to meet the man's tired gaze. "I'll find our equipment" he muttered to the floor and quickly fled the passageway.

Once safely around a few corners he stopped and flung his back against a wall, breathing heavily, trying desperately to cope with what he had seen.

It was at times like this that he wished he had the battle experience of a grizzled soldier like Telryn. It was not that Detheriel hadn't been in battles nor seen his share of violence, but those had all been far removed from recent events. Fighting bandits or other foes in the countryside was a matter of a well-placed arrow here, a swift dagger there, followed by a retreat into the concealement afforded him by the countryside.

Here he was witness to the full horror and casual brutality that the human soul was capable of. There were no winners, there was nowhere he could escape to, there was only the unimaginable suffering that Nivram was enduring and that he was responsible for.

05-06-2007, 11:39 AM	#161
shamrock_uk Dracolich Join Date: January 24, 2004 Location: UK Age: 42 Posts: 3,092	Detheriel Through the anger and rage, Detheriel gradually became aware that the guard was no longer struggling and picked himself slowly off the floor, still shaking a little with emotion. He looked down at his fists and was faced with the unpleasant realisation that he did not like what he saw. Never before had he lost himself like this, never had he been enslaved by his emotions to such an extent. He took a shuddering breath and forced himself to regain control. He looked around at Telryn and winced in sympathy as he saw the bolt jutting from his chest, as if proud of the damage it had caused. It was then that he saw Nivram being carried into the room. He couldn't help himself but he retched immediately, his mouth filling with the acrid taste of bile as he beheld the desecration of Nivram's body. He choked it back, desperate that he wouldn't make his horror at the man's appearance plain for all to see. When the brave man smiled at his friends, it was as if someone had driven a stake through his gut. Oh, what he was responsible for! Somehow the lack of accusation in Nivram's eyes only magnified the acute guilt that he felt until he could face his companion no more. He looked around and saw the captain's questioning glance. "Finish it. End it now," he instructed bitterly. As Nivram drew close he was ashamed to find that he could not bring himself to meet the man's tired gaze. "I'll find our equipment" he muttered to the floor and quickly fled the passageway. Once safely around a few corners he stopped and flung his back against a wall, breathing heavily, trying desperately to cope with what he had seen. It was at times like this that he wished he had the battle experience of a grizzled soldier like Telryn. It was not that Detheriel hadn't been in battles nor seen his share of violence, but those had all been far removed from recent events. Fighting bandits or other foes in the countryside was a matter of a well-placed arrow here, a swift dagger there, followed by a retreat into the concealement afforded him by the countryside. Here he was witness to the full horror and casual brutality that the human soul was capable of. There were no winners, there was nowhere he could escape to, there was only the unimaginable suffering that Nivram was enduring and that he was responsible for.