01-29-2018, 07:15 PM
It was no more difficult a stroke than any other that the shield maiden had thrust, but yet it was more rending than any blow she yet had dealt. She knelt exposed, assuming her own death to herald not far behind the clerics, but when her mind possessed her to finally come to questions, the imperial monster had left. Only a fading trail of blood dictated his path, in all else he was a phantom. Eowyn sat alone upon the Nexus floor, the dead and desecrated priest strewn before her as testament to her failure.
At length she resolved that he was deserving in the least of burial, so much as could be done. When the barrenness of her surroundings came fully to her mind, she began summoning white stones with which to form a cairn. It was a toil, and it was some time before the cairn was constructed. The dried blood of Pelor’s priest was not contained within the loose fitting white stones, and by the time her work was done Eowyn was as stained in his blood as her spirit.
She remained knelt by the grave of Tethoril for uncounted time, until at length a pair of arms locked her own and she was taken away from the grave site. Her mind was mired in the shadow of Kopaka’s malice, and she knew not where she was nor who it was who spirited her away from the site of her failure.
She was a silent burden, unmoving and unseeing as she was carried from the Nexus. She knew not who took her, save that they spoke no further than she as they moved, but their travel was terse and with purpose. And so Eowyn was spirited through the portal and it came to pass that she entered under the eaves of the Tangled Green.
At length she resolved that he was deserving in the least of burial, so much as could be done. When the barrenness of her surroundings came fully to her mind, she began summoning white stones with which to form a cairn. It was a toil, and it was some time before the cairn was constructed. The dried blood of Pelor’s priest was not contained within the loose fitting white stones, and by the time her work was done Eowyn was as stained in his blood as her spirit.
She remained knelt by the grave of Tethoril for uncounted time, until at length a pair of arms locked her own and she was taken away from the grave site. Her mind was mired in the shadow of Kopaka’s malice, and she knew not where she was nor who it was who spirited her away from the site of her failure.
She was a silent burden, unmoving and unseeing as she was carried from the Nexus. She knew not who took her, save that they spoke no further than she as they moved, but their travel was terse and with purpose. And so Eowyn was spirited through the portal and it came to pass that she entered under the eaves of the Tangled Green.