Mighty Pendar Falls

Anarchist · Post by **Anarchist** » Sat May 28, 2005 6:05 am

Pendar's Gaurd robe torn and bloodstained hangs on the cross with a note attached..........

Fools who oppose us look now apon the robe of your Gaurd captain as it hangs on this Cross ruined. Know that I Cyrus of the Deatscar clan along with Grutar tore this from his usless groveling body as he conjured all his remaining strength to simply breath.

Who Needs The Law When You Have Death On Your Side!

Bailey Thunnigan · Post by **Bailey Thunnigan** » Sat May 28, 2005 6:22 am

Bailey reads the note at the board after she found the medico which she sent to Pendar to the seahorse...
She was wounded badly as well... Her eyes glared and she took a deep breath.
There was nothing to feel bad for... she fought well.
Raising her head again she headed north to look for both of them...

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The Night's Own · Post by **The Night's Own** » Sat May 28, 2005 7:17 am

An cleanly written note was added below:

Such fragile bonds of body.

Begin.

N.

Garett Gwenour · Post by **Garett Gwenour** » Sat May 28, 2005 8:59 am

Cyrus, you fell to me in the eastern woods. You will fall again, and again until your war on innocents ceases.

Stephen Rothman
First Knight of Kallahorn

Pendar · Post by **Pendar** » Sat May 28, 2005 10:44 pm

Waking with a start at some point in the night, his hand shot straight to the now stitched wound on his neck. His entire body trembled as he drew breath and took stock of his surroundings. His last memory hazey at the cross they had captured Grutar when the world started to swim.Fingering the neat row of stitches about his throat it was now apparent that Cyrus's cut had slowly bled him of strength.
Stifeling a groan he rolled over slightly and cast his gaze over the sleeping lady beside him her cheecks stained with tears implication enough she had wept herself to sleep.
Whispering an apology in her ear he half slipped half fell from the bed wrapping a cloak about his body as he slipped out the door with the aid of his staff.
Defeat tasted bitter in his mouth as he made his way up through town towards the holy cross.
Truly a walk of shame he murmered to himself as the cross came into sight the tattered guards robe flying like a flag in the night breeze.

Leaning heavily on his staff as he reached up and tore the ruined robe down he clenched his teeth against the acheing pull of numerouse stitches in his chest.Clenching the guard emblem to his chest....he turned his eyes the castle to the north and thought on the altar below. The walked seemed simply to far to make in his state but he hoped his words would carry.
Malachin, look not on me for by my nature I am weak,by my own short comings I am defeated this day. Look instead to this town and show me the path to its salvation for tyranny. I will follow the path you set before me what ever the price....simply...show me a way forward...

Turning back towards the inn his head hung in shame the young captain was only sure one thing, today was not one he looked forward to.