Death of Me
Friday, September 19, 2008
Further concerning the value of this Method. Certain objections arise. Firstly, in the nature of all human love is illusion, and a certain blindness. Nor is there any true love below the Veil of the Abyss. (Crowley)
Wife.
She is constantly on my mind, now more than ever. Three days of utter darkness and pain have left me little else to dwell upon.. until at last, and much to his surprise, I have allowed Priam the Executioner to find me. All the while he had held to his belief that I and Bryony had left Eunomia together. Perhaps Astarté held the same assumption as well.. for she is nowhere to be found.
It is unknown whether anyone may recover from the injuries inflicted by such a bed of nails, for most who've had the misfortune of tasting the cruelties of Priam's torture chamber, are swiftly put to death beneath his blood stained axe in the end. It has taken me several weeks to feel as though I might actually join the living once again.. though I dare not say I shall ever be fully alive.
It is in my best interest to take my bounty share of Eunomia's harvest and head back to my own home within the Gloumenwood. For I am certain I have overstayed my welcome.. and the Executioner's hospitality wears thin.
And yet a part of me.. longs to seek my wife.
Bryony.
Wife.
She is constantly on my mind, now more than ever. Three days of utter darkness and pain have left me little else to dwell upon.. until at last, and much to his surprise, I have allowed Priam the Executioner to find me. All the while he had held to his belief that I and Bryony had left Eunomia together. Perhaps Astarté held the same assumption as well.. for she is nowhere to be found.
It is unknown whether anyone may recover from the injuries inflicted by such a bed of nails, for most who've had the misfortune of tasting the cruelties of Priam's torture chamber, are swiftly put to death beneath his blood stained axe in the end. It has taken me several weeks to feel as though I might actually join the living once again.. though I dare not say I shall ever be fully alive.
It is in my best interest to take my bounty share of Eunomia's harvest and head back to my own home within the Gloumenwood. For I am certain I have overstayed my welcome.. and the Executioner's hospitality wears thin.
And yet a part of me.. longs to seek my wife.
Bryony.
Labels: Bryony, Bryony de Rose, Druid, Necromancer, Storyteller's Triquetra, The Triquetra, Triquetra, Vale, Vale of the Enclave, Warlock, Warrick, Warrick Erebus
