Saemond's Profile

Pulsating dry white, red, orange and amber hues—- the air shimmered as the fire spirits leapt forth to and fro in the pyre. Tendrils of black carnal essence twined and twixed into the night sky barring the waxing moon from sight. The pyre burned bright as the brave and the cowardly both made their passage in preparation for the next battle and deep within the hellish inferno a golden hue developed separate from skeletal coals that breathed life with every breath of the conflagration.
The searing radiation of the holocaust gave way to the black heat as dawn emerged victorious of the night. The souls of the warriors had departed, but in corporal ashes remained a warm and coppery glow.

...and the crow spoke of an age of eternal night and of the devouring of the sun. The sea will boil the blood of the maker, the sky will flood with a dark pestilence raping the land of all its bounty, and the mounds will break loose what death had acquited... So is the propecy of the end.

'I admit I cannot withstand it's corruption, I am no goodly man but i do not wish for the end. Too much anger rests in Kadagan as well, who will keep it safe?' Nerrad the Transmuter

'Odd style, you present yourself with.'
'Yes indeed, it suits me well enough.'
::lunge:: ::parry:: ::cross:: ::reposte:: ::parry::
'Strange you lead with your dagger, yet you attack in defend with your right...'
'I'd honor you with a flourish from my left but that would hardly be fair...'
'First blood it is, on guard!'