PRELUDE - Solemn Reflections
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Sister Elena stands besides her companions a saddened look on her face, the young woman clearly has problems coming to grips with the situation at hand but clearly she is not happy about this squabbling here and now.
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Indrazor can feel the eyes of Variel on him, Racist bastard. Yet he doesn't deal with him, he keeps his attention on Takeo and Muramasa. "Such evil can not be allowed to live. It must be destroyed, you can show such things no mercy, no compassion, or they will destroy you in the end. Your goal is just and honorable, but you can not teach a spirit, especially not with decite. No more lies, nor more half truths Takeo." The Inquisitor considers, tensions are high, so he doesn't press things, "Return with me to the Church of Iomeade, and together we shall banish the spirit in your blade, one way or another."
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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"What of the blacksmith's soul?" Ric asks, not directing his question to anyone in particular. Is it to be condemned to stay in the sword forever in some dimensional limbo simply because he had the misfortune to be killed when it was stolen? Or is his desire for vengeance enough to condemn him to an eternity of imprisonment and isolation?"
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"It is forfeit. Just like Olthair's, unfortunate, but those are the dangers of this world. We can not let our guard down or we'll end up this them." He points at the various corpses scattered about the chamber, zombie, skeleton, and fresher kills. His hand reaches up and holds his now empty eye socket, he snarls at the thought once more and spits on the ground. "I'm leaving."
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
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Takeo considers what Indrazor says for a moment, then nods. "Yes, let us go banish the souls in the blade. Perhaps having erased the wrong it has caused will allow the blade to earn a place with it's brethren in the Halls of Honor." Takeo joins Razor on his way out.
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Delphane pipes up. "For once I agree, let us leave this cursed place. It has us at each others throats. I am not a holy man, but if we just destroy everything that needs help, it deprives the world of something it needs most desperately...hope."
He hangs his crossbow back up in its position and proceeds back out of the cave.
He hangs his crossbow back up in its position and proceeds back out of the cave.
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Elena had been close to intervening in the men's fighting but it seems now conflict has died down even if there seems to be some disagreemment on the matter. However there seems to be no disagreement that leaving this rechid place is a good idea.
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Much has been learned this night by all and the heroes share a solemn silence with one another as they make their way back down through the earthen tunnel and out into the wilderness. Though successful with their mission, a great sense of loss is experienced by the group as they travel. A sense of loss that weighs heavily upon the heroes' hearts and one that will plague them for the years to come.
Softly, the crunching sounds of the heroes boots are heard as they make their journey back along the snowy frozen ground to the village of Trellmont where they reluctantly tell the mayor of their findings.
The crunching sounds continue to echo throughout the cold and bitter night as reality slowly begins to flood the heroes' minds and make itself anew.
Now in the present, the crunching sounds still continue to echo. This time however, instead of snow, we find the same six heroes treading along a gravel path amidst a cemetery.
Atop their shoulders rests a coffin containing the very man that had assembled them together nearly three years ago.
A solemn silence is somehow still maintained amongst the group as they continue to march ever onwards to the sounds of a funeral march...
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