2 Sangrophageous / 52 Kincadohoyom
1/ Kissing Time 2/ The Bound Window 3/ Storms of Gift 4/ The Snow’s River 5/ The Someone of the Name 6/ Kiss in the Pirates
/1/ Kissing Time
As the warrior became an adult and son of man, took his family magic and handful of learned spells to drink with others. Soon the company of others and wine becomes taste of war, sieges in ceremony the bond deep in mind breaks silence and sometimes sleep in time of peace. Alone among the liberated and local magistrates, the drink remains the same, the warrior breathes with each sip of mead waiting blindly until each new deed hides in the echoes of action. Exercise becomes opportunity, plans become attacks and emotion. The warrior turned rapscallion is caught, punished for days, moved in a bodybag every night, intimidated, then finally arrested and interrogated. Asked for accomplices he gives none, asked for serve the citystate he declines, now in a cell disconnected from those people and connections.
/2/ The Bound Window
A door of steel slides shut between concrete with a locking arm put into place, a grate between cells and one above each, the day burns with rays and night rains are all that wash away the waste, and this is something the warrior despises these conditions and uses his magic to escape, blasting a wall to rubble, only to sit in the rain. Guards throw open the door and the warrior and new neighbor take their uniforms, enough subterfuge to escape. The mage’s new ally makes a fatal transgression for the breakaway of their escape, the mage pauses, considers ending his alliance with the justice from the echoes of his honorable past, but chooses to value a running-mate in lieu of twisted fate. Without knowing they run, without slowing they stun their fears into favor with time to taylor swift getaway and guise to appear anyone in disguise and hide their faces in the city’s lights. With cloaks and roads to shadows and alleys, to food as a prize the warrior saves a life where his comrade taught to harm conceals with death instead of disarm a lowly kitchen boy, whom nameless runs at first chance. The villain keeps the worker’s coin left at an empty crate, but the warrior demands it as payment for escape.
/3/ Storm of Gift
The cellmate’s homeland spreads below their feet first, a quiet place of disrepair and ages of warfare bound by curious young eyes and experienced sharpened knives. By question of clothes and brothers in homes they are stormed by warriors who capture them and know him by name, “Elias,” their leader shouts, “now you will pay your dues where they are owed!” and the two are dragged to a home where Elias is given to his wife and children, the night storms bring them close and evening they sleep together like pets do. As daybreak peels away the stars a tribe of warlords and their child soldiers storm into the weak town. Elias saves the warrior’s life, the warrior saves his in return, but Elias monstrously kills a young attacker in sport, the warrior can stop the cruelty, but decides to spare Elias’ life without name or mention, only to desert the battle completely. As he leaves he sees the invaders about to cross a bridge, and casts out his hand with rings and tattoos glowing, only to ignore them as they cross into the valley.
/4/ The Snow’s River
The wandering warrior finds green grasses and meadows, another village, another settlement, another town, another city, taking another career of crime, but at first engagement turns against a cruel member of his unit, using invaluable magic and melts his mind until blood runs black and body falls, and abandons the rest outright. He retreats from vice and disvirtue, beyond the city, to a town, to a settlement, to a village, thru meadows on horse. He stares at a mountain like a painting in a museum, and decides to build at the edge of the trees not far from the road. For twenty weeks he builds and breathes in mountain air, trading fish and game for herbs and grain at the nearest trading post with the ugliest of beards. He returns in time for the first snow, and his habits remain much the same in training and meditation, in the first blizzard avalanche tumbles down the mountain, channeled over the river and buries him during a hunt.
/5/ The Villain of the Story
Elias and other men ride horses in the foothills of the same mountain in the spring, they find the warrior mage’s cabin and claim it their own. They eat his jerky and boil his hominy, while sharpening weapons and counting stolen gold, and in a day’s time, while on patrol one finds the warrior mage in early spring frozen at the point of death. He hurries and excites the others with the story of the frosty man posed and poised to tunnel thru the snow of since and whence avalanche, a sleeping standing and look of defeat. Elias ready to relieve on the body waits to remember, surprised to recognize him, now snaps and brags at him, “you, Devereux, are a traitor, and this is what you gets, I am alive!” -- “Who was this Devereux?” asks one, Elias answers, “I was in Tagos and served sentence so he could eat, but he was too thick-headed for the city, and ended up in the same prison, so I broke him out, because I could not bare the sight. Only to have him take me hostage! He demanded take him I to my family, where he taunted my children with terrible laff….it shook my heart and changed my path to this life...but he wasn’t done,” Elias circles Devereux, “he was a spy for mercenaries he lead to murder my entire people.” Elias kicks frozen-Devereux in the shin, the fabric chips and skin breaks revealing blood ice. One of the bandits offers Elias an axe, “this is for my family...” and he smashes Devereux to vermillion crystals, shards of bloody ice get in their faces, his most. In their clothes, on their fingerprints wiped and spread. Elias is out of breath and terrible at heart, the others laff and watch the red snow melt in the midday sun. Elias readies to relieve himself here and now. They grow pale at the sight of a skull rising from the puddle of blood.
/6/ Kissing the Pirates
Now skull’s face rises showing teeth, now a hand of bones pulls skeleton to bloodpool surface, crawling from the precipice of a red mirror, now skin begins forming, painted red and covered in rolling drops regathering beneath it. They turn to run and the outstretched fingers wrapped in tendons and tissue make fist. The blood on their clothes burns, hence the blood cells on their skin soaked to the bone and blood curls their nerves and turns their senses against them. Naked blood-covered emotioned unstable Devereux fights them, one by one they are weak and take unhealable wounds, disarmed of their own weapons, taunted he repeats their own prayers and please, one by one their arrows cause wounds that heal and swords cleave cuts that seal with smoke and sulphur. Devereux stands over Elias, the blood on him is thick and turns black in contact with skin, it seeps into his body like oil to wood, thin veins like black root threads into his eyes, the crippling pain of shock second only to convulsions of acrid metallic fumes, a faint and pitiful attempt to cough some admixture of this. Devereux says, “You say my name - Nicodemus d'Évreux.”
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1/ Kissing Time 2/ The Bound Window 3/ Storms of Gift 4/ The Snow’s River 5/ The Someone of the Name 6/ Kiss in the Pirates
/1/ Kissing Time
As the warrior became an adult and son of man, took his family magic and handful of learned spells to drink with others. Soon the company of others and wine becomes taste of war, sieges in ceremony the bond deep in mind breaks silence and sometimes sleep in time of peace. Alone among the liberated and local magistrates, the drink remains the same, the warrior breathes with each sip of mead waiting blindly until each new deed hides in the echoes of action. Exercise becomes opportunity, plans become attacks and emotion. The warrior turned rapscallion is caught, punished for days, moved in a bodybag every night, intimidated, then finally arrested and interrogated. Asked for accomplices he gives none, asked for serve the citystate he declines, now in a cell disconnected from those people and connections.
/2/ The Bound Window
A door of steel slides shut between concrete with a locking arm put into place, a grate between cells and one above each, the day burns with rays and night rains are all that wash away the waste, and this is something the warrior despises these conditions and uses his magic to escape, blasting a wall to rubble, only to sit in the rain. Guards throw open the door and the warrior and new neighbor take their uniforms, enough subterfuge to escape. The mage’s new ally makes a fatal transgression for the breakaway of their escape, the mage pauses, considers ending his alliance with the justice from the echoes of his honorable past, but chooses to value a running-mate in lieu of twisted fate. Without knowing they run, without slowing they stun their fears into favor with time to taylor swift getaway and guise to appear anyone in disguise and hide their faces in the city’s lights. With cloaks and roads to shadows and alleys, to food as a prize the warrior saves a life where his comrade taught to harm conceals with death instead of disarm a lowly kitchen boy, whom nameless runs at first chance. The villain keeps the worker’s coin left at an empty crate, but the warrior demands it as payment for escape.
/3/ Storm of Gift
The cellmate’s homeland spreads below their feet first, a quiet place of disrepair and ages of warfare bound by curious young eyes and experienced sharpened knives. By question of clothes and brothers in homes they are stormed by warriors who capture them and know him by name, “Elias,” their leader shouts, “now you will pay your dues where they are owed!” and the two are dragged to a home where Elias is given to his wife and children, the night storms bring them close and evening they sleep together like pets do. As daybreak peels away the stars a tribe of warlords and their child soldiers storm into the weak town. Elias saves the warrior’s life, the warrior saves his in return, but Elias monstrously kills a young attacker in sport, the warrior can stop the cruelty, but decides to spare Elias’ life without name or mention, only to desert the battle completely. As he leaves he sees the invaders about to cross a bridge, and casts out his hand with rings and tattoos glowing, only to ignore them as they cross into the valley.
/4/ The Snow’s River
The wandering warrior finds green grasses and meadows, another village, another settlement, another town, another city, taking another career of crime, but at first engagement turns against a cruel member of his unit, using invaluable magic and melts his mind until blood runs black and body falls, and abandons the rest outright. He retreats from vice and disvirtue, beyond the city, to a town, to a settlement, to a village, thru meadows on horse. He stares at a mountain like a painting in a museum, and decides to build at the edge of the trees not far from the road. For twenty weeks he builds and breathes in mountain air, trading fish and game for herbs and grain at the nearest trading post with the ugliest of beards. He returns in time for the first snow, and his habits remain much the same in training and meditation, in the first blizzard avalanche tumbles down the mountain, channeled over the river and buries him during a hunt.
/5/ The Villain of the Story
Elias and other men ride horses in the foothills of the same mountain in the spring, they find the warrior mage’s cabin and claim it their own. They eat his jerky and boil his hominy, while sharpening weapons and counting stolen gold, and in a day’s time, while on patrol one finds the warrior mage in early spring frozen at the point of death. He hurries and excites the others with the story of the frosty man posed and poised to tunnel thru the snow of since and whence avalanche, a sleeping standing and look of defeat. Elias ready to relieve on the body waits to remember, surprised to recognize him, now snaps and brags at him, “you, Devereux, are a traitor, and this is what you gets, I am alive!” -- “Who was this Devereux?” asks one, Elias answers, “I was in Tagos and served sentence so he could eat, but he was too thick-headed for the city, and ended up in the same prison, so I broke him out, because I could not bare the sight. Only to have him take me hostage! He demanded take him I to my family, where he taunted my children with terrible laff….it shook my heart and changed my path to this life...but he wasn’t done,” Elias circles Devereux, “he was a spy for mercenaries he lead to murder my entire people.” Elias kicks frozen-Devereux in the shin, the fabric chips and skin breaks revealing blood ice. One of the bandits offers Elias an axe, “this is for my family...” and he smashes Devereux to vermillion crystals, shards of bloody ice get in their faces, his most. In their clothes, on their fingerprints wiped and spread. Elias is out of breath and terrible at heart, the others laff and watch the red snow melt in the midday sun. Elias readies to relieve himself here and now. They grow pale at the sight of a skull rising from the puddle of blood.
/6/ Kissing the Pirates
Now skull’s face rises showing teeth, now a hand of bones pulls skeleton to bloodpool surface, crawling from the precipice of a red mirror, now skin begins forming, painted red and covered in rolling drops regathering beneath it. They turn to run and the outstretched fingers wrapped in tendons and tissue make fist. The blood on their clothes burns, hence the blood cells on their skin soaked to the bone and blood curls their nerves and turns their senses against them. Naked blood-covered emotioned unstable Devereux fights them, one by one they are weak and take unhealable wounds, disarmed of their own weapons, taunted he repeats their own prayers and please, one by one their arrows cause wounds that heal and swords cleave cuts that seal with smoke and sulphur. Devereux stands over Elias, the blood on him is thick and turns black in contact with skin, it seeps into his body like oil to wood, thin veins like black root threads into his eyes, the crippling pain of shock second only to convulsions of acrid metallic fumes, a faint and pitiful attempt to cough some admixture of this. Devereux says, “You say my name - Nicodemus d'Évreux.”
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