Exorcism
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Will you be laid low even at the sight of Leviathan? No one is so fierce that he dares to arouse him. (Job 41)
Not every war casualty is in vain; not every death a worthless expense. When Shadow and I arrived within the Weald's sunless heart, the ground lay littered with fallen soldiers.. armed to the gills with pitchforks and lanterns. Their slaughter came not by any human means as far as I could tell.. for they each had been pierced through; impaled. Disembowled. And each with a telltale trace of some ruddy substance rather like lichen smeared near their wounds.
In my time spent admiring the handiwork of some unknown assailant, Shadow had run off toward Carver's Outpost.. which was none too far from where I stood. He was bent upon enlisting himself in a war not his own.. if only for the sake of bringing it to an end. Yet it was not my intent to have his sword arm laid to waste in such pointlessness.. for I had need of him here.. among the slain.
Nevermind him though. He will return.. unless he himself becomes victim to the slayer of the others. I knelt down near my chosen vessel and with my dagger, I cast a circular boundary around the traditional five points into the deceased man's chest. He bled.. but not profusely. For he had been dead several hours by now.
No longer am I aware of the passing time, though the night sky had shifted through more than two constellations by the time Shadow returned. He was carrying Bryony unconscious in his arms and wearing a rather frantic expression upon his frightful maw.
"Lay her here," I indicated the carved up corpse whom I had been kneeling by. Shadow grimaced slightly as if he believed me mad, but after several moments and my own coaxing, he did finally relent and lay the red headed young woman to the ground beside the dead man.. and afterward retreated a safe distance to observe.
Within moments Bryony began to convulse and wretch, until the demon was expelled from her body.. not to return to me again.. but imprisoned inside the body of the corpse where he was angered to violence.
"Now, Shadow! Your sword!"
The man acquiesced and raised the blade overhead briefly before slicing down again with all his might.
Not every war casualty is in vain; not every death a worthless expense. When Shadow and I arrived within the Weald's sunless heart, the ground lay littered with fallen soldiers.. armed to the gills with pitchforks and lanterns. Their slaughter came not by any human means as far as I could tell.. for they each had been pierced through; impaled. Disembowled. And each with a telltale trace of some ruddy substance rather like lichen smeared near their wounds.
In my time spent admiring the handiwork of some unknown assailant, Shadow had run off toward Carver's Outpost.. which was none too far from where I stood. He was bent upon enlisting himself in a war not his own.. if only for the sake of bringing it to an end. Yet it was not my intent to have his sword arm laid to waste in such pointlessness.. for I had need of him here.. among the slain.
Nevermind him though. He will return.. unless he himself becomes victim to the slayer of the others. I knelt down near my chosen vessel and with my dagger, I cast a circular boundary around the traditional five points into the deceased man's chest. He bled.. but not profusely. For he had been dead several hours by now.
No longer am I aware of the passing time, though the night sky had shifted through more than two constellations by the time Shadow returned. He was carrying Bryony unconscious in his arms and wearing a rather frantic expression upon his frightful maw.
"Lay her here," I indicated the carved up corpse whom I had been kneeling by. Shadow grimaced slightly as if he believed me mad, but after several moments and my own coaxing, he did finally relent and lay the red headed young woman to the ground beside the dead man.. and afterward retreated a safe distance to observe.
Within moments Bryony began to convulse and wretch, until the demon was expelled from her body.. not to return to me again.. but imprisoned inside the body of the corpse where he was angered to violence.
"Now, Shadow! Your sword!"
The man acquiesced and raised the blade overhead briefly before slicing down again with all his might.
Labels: Bryony, Bryony de Rose, Druid, Necromancer, Storyteller's Triquetra, The Triquetra, Triquetra, Vale, Vale of the Enclave, Warlock, Warrick, Warrick Erebus
