Author Topic: Safe Haven  (Read 2538 times)

0 Members and 1 Lonely Barbarian are spying on this topic.

Offline Sentinel

  • Master
  • ***
  • Posts: 524
    • Awards
Safe Haven
« on: November 11, 2004, 09:40:03 PM »
Sentinel for once had to retire from the battlefield. Sentinel was a strong warrior, but he felt strained and hoped not to become just a killer. He would have to freshen on his other skills. And so he went on his Hajj, which all Anawaith Rangers by Ranger Law, ever year go to the Haven of Sain, where it as the most beautiful place in all of the Wood Elf Realm and secluded from the outside world. It was full of gardens and waterfalls with rivers running through the place. The great keep, in which everyone stayed was spectacular, having survived hundreds of years its tall pillars were covered with vines in which grapes grew. And so, this is where Sentinel retreated, having shed of his traveling clothes and armour, he wore a dark navy blue tunic in which a black silk overcoat was thrown over it. He wore black pants and small shoes in which was confortable. His room looked out on a balcony in which it looked out to a waterfall far off and the forests. Sentinel sighed and leaned against the railing, sighing deeply. He would leave in one week and would enjoy his time here, where he could write on his memoirs in which he saved in the library at the Guild. He wanted people to remember his exploits in life, for one day he would most certianly die.
Evil Is A Faceless Stranger,
Living In A Distant Neighborhood
Evil Has A Wholesome, Hometown Face
With Merry Eyes And An Open Smile
Evil Walks Among Us, Wearing A Mask
Which Looks Like All Our Faces

Offline Shahab

  • Apprentice
  • *
  • Posts: 6
    • Awards
Safe Haven
« Reply #1 on: February 09, 2005, 04:13:46 PM »
However, he knew that these wishes would be very hard to fulfill. He knew that his actions would never be truly forgotten, even if it was wiped from the memory of the earth, it was still etched on to his very soul. Despite his idyllic surroundings he could not find peace, for every night it would come back to
him. First sounds: screams, shoutss. orders and crying. then the images would come: first there was the army fully formed then the image was brutally shattered by the sight of all his comrades lying dead, his close firiends now simply names on graves.