Post by Tristan Pendragon on Apr 16, 2006 20:51:04 GMT -5
It was night...or rather, the morning if you will. Three A.M. The Devil's hour...a mock of the Holy hour of three P.M. though it seemed as though Tristan had come close to meeting both God and Satan within five minutes of eachother. However, he had been right in the void: Purgatory. After a disastorous infiltration of teh Diadem Fortress, and Society of Shadows, Exvind's identity had been revealed to the Seconds In Command of the Society.
A small grayish rift opened outside of Talon Windwaltz's office, about five feet above the ground. Out of it, fell a man with blonde hair, moustache and beard, but battered, beaten, slightly burned, and wearing crimson bandages from the neck down. Next to him, fell a large sword, which as soon as it hit the ground, closed the rift. He laid on the ground, unmoving, before coming to his knees, simply to sheath the sword.
It was hard to tell where he was...it was so dark, the smoke had slightly blinded him, but the man felt his way to a door, and used the handle to bring himself to his feet. The area was familiar...outside Talon's office...perfect. Time for the secret to be revealed. His head hanging, so that his face nor distinguishable feature of his face was visible, he opened the door with a slam, and muttered, to a startled, tired looking-Talon, "Herr Vindvaltz...ze infiltration vas a failure.....ze Society knows who I am...and all I can say, is...................Long time no see...old friend....never thought I'd see you after Norway."
In the dim light, the man raised his head. Though shadows hid his face, his unusual amber eyes could be seen, like cat's eyes in the dark. "Remember me?"bg
A small grayish rift opened outside of Talon Windwaltz's office, about five feet above the ground. Out of it, fell a man with blonde hair, moustache and beard, but battered, beaten, slightly burned, and wearing crimson bandages from the neck down. Next to him, fell a large sword, which as soon as it hit the ground, closed the rift. He laid on the ground, unmoving, before coming to his knees, simply to sheath the sword.
It was hard to tell where he was...it was so dark, the smoke had slightly blinded him, but the man felt his way to a door, and used the handle to bring himself to his feet. The area was familiar...outside Talon's office...perfect. Time for the secret to be revealed. His head hanging, so that his face nor distinguishable feature of his face was visible, he opened the door with a slam, and muttered, to a startled, tired looking-Talon, "Herr Vindvaltz...ze infiltration vas a failure.....ze Society knows who I am...and all I can say, is...................Long time no see...old friend....never thought I'd see you after Norway."
In the dim light, the man raised his head. Though shadows hid his face, his unusual amber eyes could be seen, like cat's eyes in the dark. "Remember me?"bg