A Time of Light (Kandor RP - Saldaea Perspective)

[Andrew]

The sun was trying to break through the clouds as Reikan awoke from yet another cat nap in this forsaken land.  As he arose to his feet the wasted grass under his feet cracked audioably against the sickly soil.  If a person did not know better they might expect the land to be nothing but a desert in weeks as it slowly died.  Sadly the land's fate would not be so kind, as day-by-day anything living would slowly be corrupted beyond any hope of return.  In the vast distance he could see the source of this corruption.  He held the gaze of that mountain only for a few seconds, but it was enough to bring back memories of conflicts that gave him the shivers. 

 

"Creator give us strength..." he mumbled to himself.

 

Pulling his eyes away, he turned to the silent commotion of the camp.  In this place they had been trained to make no noise unless you wanted to call trouble onto yourself.  They were the ones going to cause trouble!  Still, it was a rather interesting group.  Some gave off a sour look of intimidation to their surroundings while others looked as innocent as newborn babes.  They'd learn. 

 

He checked his horse's bindings once again.  He knew they were tight an hour ago, but one always had to be prepared for anything.  They were too close to make any mistakes when it might need to count.  Satisfied, he said to no one in particular.  "We ride for honor, we ride for our pride.  Mostly we ride for our shared anger of those dead."  Looking over the horizon he knew not all of them would be able to shed the anger and accept grief in death.  "Let us accept the inevitable!"

 

"Embrace death," they shouted back.

 

Reikan smiled and kicked into motion. 

 

OOC:  Lyv, you may run into us or watch from afar if you like. 

[Andrew]

The glint of sun shimmered off the sweat and drying blood of those who would never taste air again. The very air had finally begun to stop vibrating in his ears as he turned his attention to the dead. 

 

Johan, Olliander, Reuel, and Jim were not the first to find ever lasting peace during this trip, but they were spectacularly graceful in it.  They had plowed through the enemy with lost abandonment with a singular purpose one thought only capable of the Creator himself. 

 

As he carefully wiped Souvan's blade clean and acknowledge this groups lost members he could not help, but thank the Creator for this instruments ancient purpose.  It had served him well and would always.  The metal would cut true long after he was embraced by the hard dirt beneath his feet. 

 

He watched over the rest of his men with intent and purpose as they prepared the body’s single grave.  No time to dig individual ones this close to that mountain.  They would not leave them exposed and opened to the elements.  The crows could have the enemy; let the mother have his men.

 

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"These four will go as one man to the mother. May you shelter in the palm of the Creator's hand, and may the last embrace of the mother welcome you home."  He loosely spread dirt over bodies in the grave. 

 

Taking up a worn shield he and others began to plow the dirt over their resting place.  With time the hole disappeared leaving only a fresh scar in the Earth.  The physical scar would disappear with time and as the winds changed with the seasons this place would bloom once more. 

 

"Let the scar disappear and the only their bravery remain in the memories of those who were here at the end."