Requiem Shard

After the Rumbling Pass [/uo] An orangish-red light flickered quietly within the hearth's stone enclosure. Peppering the soft murmur of nearby conversations with the erratic popping of embers. Azrael huddled close, cursing the climate of the First Province which permeated deep within the Westerner'...

Before the Rumbling Pass [/uo] "Are you not the hero in your own story?" The familiar voice echoed through his mind. Intermingling with others like so many ripples upon the surface of a wind-swept lake. It was a distant memory now. But, the meaning behind the man's words remained the same...

♛ Azrael Rhyn “What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.” - Peracles [[ Most spoilers redacted, but minor ones below - read at your own risk. DO NOT METAGAME! ]] Theme https://i.imgur.com/s7Z2DdC.jpg Appearance Physical Description...

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He sat beside the hearth, delicate parchment clutched between the leather clad digits of his left hand. A sharp breath rattled through his chest, as the words sank in. The parchment slipped from his hand, sweeping gracefully toward his lap. His heart, what was left of it, was torn asunder. Lilith w...

It was dark, but then again it was always dark in this forsaken place. Especially here, southeast of the haunted forest of Tenebrae. Here, nestled between a ruinous fortification and an overrun logging mill, a copse of dark and twisted trees cast large shadows across the blood-sodden ground. The so...

Repent [/b] "I would like to have a word with you in private on a serious matter, if you have a few moments to spare." Focused upon the task at hand, the man's voice startled him, and he pivoted quickly toward the source. When he saw Severus standing there the color immediately bleed from...

"The Sun Rises..." A gloved hand lifted to guide the heavy wooden door shut. Caius often used those words in parting as a reminder. It was nearly a mantra, with how often the former Chaplain spoke the words. Often, the young man had sat at the bedside of an ailing brother, to offer what c...

A cloud of dust, kicked up by a handful of horses, traveled lazily across the ruins of Riverside -- cloaking the structures against the waning sunlight. Still, light refracted strangely across the floating motes, casting an eerie gloom across the gathering crowd. Cal remembered seeing the figures e...

He stood quietly, brilliant blue eyes scanning the lush green canopy of the surrounding forest. His hands, bare of the darkened steel that normally encased them, set upon the weather grey stone of Fort Praesidium's battlements. A summer breeze stirred the dark blue robes about his long frame. He kn...