Post by Metzgermeister on Dec 3, 2005 15:04:49 GMT -5
Uriel thrashed awake as the effects of the drug wore off. He wondered how long he had been unconscious this time; it was night, but it could be any day at all. Looking around, he recognized the secluded grove where he had begun to feel the effects of Mashadar once again and managed to take a draught of the anaesthetic. He also recognized the now-familiar pull to the North-East, to Tar Valon. Gathering together his belongings, Uriel began the laborious process of strapping on his armor. Starting first by donning a mail shirt undershirt, he slipped on his legplates and greaves, then moving onto his platemail breastplate and gloves. He belted on his longsword to his back and his knife to his waist. The helmet came last, slipped onto his head, concealing all but the black emptiness of his eyes. Thus completed by his armor, Uriel ghosted into the bush with the grace of a stalking leopard. He was hungry. Very hungry. It had been a long time since he had last feasted on an unwary soul, and the fight with Mashadar had left him drained. He remembered the nation Manetheren had been nearby, and there had been plans for a small town by the name of Baerlon. Still prowling, Uriel decided he would head for Baerlon, and try to pick off a farmer. For now, he would have to do with regular game. A rabbit sat grazing ahead of him, unaware that death came for it this day. Grabbing it faster than lighting, Uriel stabbed to the heart and drank in the sweet ambrosia that was life-energy. The meal had dulled his hunger's sharp knife, but not entirely eliminated it. Uriel darted off faster than most horses, his Mashadar-wrought armor being no hindrance as he loped through the forest to Baerlon.
Duyl Walocwal was not having a good day. The harvest this year had been poor for everyone, but most especialy him; forcing him to sell his farm and take to the road. All he owned were the his long cloak with a deep cowl and the clothes on his and Jayn's back. His wife had died in the past year and so had both his daughters and a son. All he had left was little Jayn, and even he seemed sickly. And now he was resorting to stealing. His most recent prize, a loaf of bread, under his arm, Duyl made his way out of Baerlon and into the forest, where he and Jayn were hiding. When Duyl arrived, he could tell something was wrong, Jayn was nowhere to be seen, and all the animals of the forest were quiet. Moving to the right with his eyes to the ground, he spotted a streak of read smeared in a line towards a tree. His eyes moving slowly upward, following the line, Duyl hesitantly glanced up the tree. What was left of Jayn's little body hung from a tree branch. The rest was scattered around in other branches. Duyl heard a loud thump behind him, not even bothering to turn around, he said: "The Light save me." As he felt the cutting feeling of a knife sliding into his body, he also felt along with it a great ripping, like his life was being drawn into the knife. It was over in seconds.
Uriel whiped the blood from his knife on the man's coat. He was content. He had been elated to find a child alone in the woods, but then the man had come while Uriel was still savoring the taste of the child's blood. Dismembering the child had been unnecessary, but a perk he had enjoyed.
Uriel set off once more in a tireless lope to the North-East. Closer to Tar Valon. He lost himself in the run.
Duyl Walocwal was not having a good day. The harvest this year had been poor for everyone, but most especialy him; forcing him to sell his farm and take to the road. All he owned were the his long cloak with a deep cowl and the clothes on his and Jayn's back. His wife had died in the past year and so had both his daughters and a son. All he had left was little Jayn, and even he seemed sickly. And now he was resorting to stealing. His most recent prize, a loaf of bread, under his arm, Duyl made his way out of Baerlon and into the forest, where he and Jayn were hiding. When Duyl arrived, he could tell something was wrong, Jayn was nowhere to be seen, and all the animals of the forest were quiet. Moving to the right with his eyes to the ground, he spotted a streak of read smeared in a line towards a tree. His eyes moving slowly upward, following the line, Duyl hesitantly glanced up the tree. What was left of Jayn's little body hung from a tree branch. The rest was scattered around in other branches. Duyl heard a loud thump behind him, not even bothering to turn around, he said: "The Light save me." As he felt the cutting feeling of a knife sliding into his body, he also felt along with it a great ripping, like his life was being drawn into the knife. It was over in seconds.
Uriel whiped the blood from his knife on the man's coat. He was content. He had been elated to find a child alone in the woods, but then the man had come while Uriel was still savoring the taste of the child's blood. Dismembering the child had been unnecessary, but a perk he had enjoyed.
Uriel set off once more in a tireless lope to the North-East. Closer to Tar Valon. He lost himself in the run.