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The Plaque
Posted: 11 Feb 2005 09:27 PM |
The wind ripped at the sails of the ship as the water of the ocean crashed down on the vessel. The Mist Ripper was slammed from wave to wave with the force of a smiths hammer driven to the blade of a glowing sword by its masters hand. The creaking of the main mast was the only sound that could be heard in the wailing of the sea. Suddenly a voice could be heard within the chaos "Bhrodi!...Bhrodi Ferocitas!." I turned my head over my shoulder to see the pale face of my sergeant staring at me as I stood on the deck of the ship holding on to the fallen rigging with a grip hardened by over half a life holding a sword. "Yes my friend I said to the ghostly figure?" "Sir... the men... they are fearful.. what shall I tell them?" he screamed over the deafening winds. My glare unbroken as I faced the bow of the ship and the crashing of yet another wave into the already splintering hull. "Tell them that when we die it was the sea that did what no army had been able to do... Tell them that and say it with the pride of a father looking into the eyes of his first born son." I shouted back to him.
Suddenly he awoke drenched in sweat. Standing he shook his head and mumbled " So the dream unfolds again and this is how I came to be in this land, knowing little of my past but visions in the night." Returning his sword to its scabbard then slinging it cross shouldered he broke camp and set out, on foot, to his destination. With a renewed vigor he marched into the city and proceeded to his target never looking at those he passed. As he entered the temple mausoleum his pace slowed and he drifted to a stop just before the resting spot he had once seen when he came to Midor for the first time. He looked down at the plaque and his face saddened as he read the words, to himself, that before he had been unable to due to his wounds effect on his mind. Pausing at a certain part he softly spoke the words aloud as if in reflection " a candle in the darkness " then reading again to himself he continued until he came to the word oppressed. " And the oppressed eh?" he mumbled. Taking a knee he whispered quietly "What would you do?" and then suddenly he slammed his fist against the plaque and shouted "WHAT WOULD YOU DO?" Not waiting for the answer that would never come he stood and stormed away from the final resting place of Taris Kelten, the same way that he entered. |
Signed,
Bhrodi Ferocitas
"From discipline comes all else."
"He who wins the war writes the history."
"Si vis pacem, para bellum."
("If you want peace, prepare for war.") |
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