The Poem i have viely butchered in the first segment belongs to somone else
whos name i cannot remeber unfortunalty, it can be found somewhere in
the Diablo 2 manual ! All my thanks to those people who do contribute
remember you inspire us all :)
"What fires burn within my heart and force me to contend
With the perils that await me at this tragic journeys end?
I have walked the roads that lead to Hell, I have challenged all but fate.
I have fought and bled and carried on just to reach this final gate.
And now this task before me looms, this dire deed undone;
I shall make my stand against thee until the battles won.
What fear or wound could ever still this last defiant cry,
As I stand against the Shadow 'neath the endless burning sky?"
The chords of the guitar rang out across the tiered lawns towards the roiling grey oceans as Bran FallenStar moved they came to a defiantly sad end, he crouched down next to the singer "It's well done" and she turned to him golden eyes smiling.
"I have had more time for things like that lately" he brushed reverent fingers through blood red hair and returned her smile with one of his own "Indeed you have, but I feel a but coming" her own eyes dimmed down to the burnished copper colour that he had come to know best. "But I have let my business commitments go for far to long"
He stilled at that, remembering.
He had awoken in Theirry's mansion exactly three hours after he had gone into the Necromancers stone in search of Lynx; the stone had been pulsing an unnatural black light. Lynx hadn't been breathing. He had been able to hear Theirry exhorting him to come away, to finally give up. How could he explain that that wasn't possible, not an option, never. But as the hours had passed into a day and that day had passed into night he had accepted the inevitable and had reached out to touch her cold face one last time. And the Necromancers stone had exploded.
The tiny shards had vaporised when they hit the air, and under his hand Lynx's face had flushed with heat and her eyes had opened showing a pale glimmering gold.
Then the soulmate connection had hit him like a freight train, sealing them together again even as he offered her his throat, she was after all a half starved vampire. He had taken her away then, from all of then. The Night world, Circle Daybreak and her numerous clientele to the house he owned on the English south coast; for recovery and rest.
However she needed to go, and he'd let her, but he could hardly bear the thought, she could die. Again. "Lynx..." he had been about to put forward an eminently reasonable suggestion about staying here, he had a painting to finish after all when she placed a single finger over his lips "No, Bran" she shook her head "I owe you my life, literally, but this is what I do and what I am" he saw the darkness in her eyes and felt justified in interrupting "It's driving you insane love, I can't stand by and watch that happen"
***
Lynx listened but she wasn't really hearing, she could feel the curtailing of her freedoms that even with the best of intentions her soulmate was trying to loop around her like chains. "It's not, it never was" her eyes were lucid if pained. She knew her being this open was rare but in this case it had to be done "What drove me so close was the lack of choice in what I did, you know the twisted pleasure I derive from pain"
She could see even now, the memory in the globe that she had always tried to forget, of her hands running with the blood of children and the fact that the blood had, excited, her. She knew now though that her strength had been tried and she held her destiny in both hands "Anyway" her grin was feral, I have a few little tiny bits of revenge to extract.
***
Bran sighed as she slid to her feet, he should have expected this. Despite the fact she was more open and sparkled in his company there was still a core of darkness to her that he couldn't erase. That stopped him dead, erase? He loved Lynx, she was his soulmate and to change her that fundamentally would make her something and someone her didn't know; he cherished the wildness and independence that made her Lynx Redfern, the Night Blade, his soulmate.
Bran stood up and wrapped an arm around her shoulders and began walking he finally spoke "This revenge then...... can I help?"
whos name i cannot remeber unfortunalty, it can be found somewhere in
the Diablo 2 manual ! All my thanks to those people who do contribute
remember you inspire us all :)
"What fires burn within my heart and force me to contend
With the perils that await me at this tragic journeys end?
I have walked the roads that lead to Hell, I have challenged all but fate.
I have fought and bled and carried on just to reach this final gate.
And now this task before me looms, this dire deed undone;
I shall make my stand against thee until the battles won.
What fear or wound could ever still this last defiant cry,
As I stand against the Shadow 'neath the endless burning sky?"
The chords of the guitar rang out across the tiered lawns towards the roiling grey oceans as Bran FallenStar moved they came to a defiantly sad end, he crouched down next to the singer "It's well done" and she turned to him golden eyes smiling.
"I have had more time for things like that lately" he brushed reverent fingers through blood red hair and returned her smile with one of his own "Indeed you have, but I feel a but coming" her own eyes dimmed down to the burnished copper colour that he had come to know best. "But I have let my business commitments go for far to long"
He stilled at that, remembering.
He had awoken in Theirry's mansion exactly three hours after he had gone into the Necromancers stone in search of Lynx; the stone had been pulsing an unnatural black light. Lynx hadn't been breathing. He had been able to hear Theirry exhorting him to come away, to finally give up. How could he explain that that wasn't possible, not an option, never. But as the hours had passed into a day and that day had passed into night he had accepted the inevitable and had reached out to touch her cold face one last time. And the Necromancers stone had exploded.
The tiny shards had vaporised when they hit the air, and under his hand Lynx's face had flushed with heat and her eyes had opened showing a pale glimmering gold.
Then the soulmate connection had hit him like a freight train, sealing them together again even as he offered her his throat, she was after all a half starved vampire. He had taken her away then, from all of then. The Night world, Circle Daybreak and her numerous clientele to the house he owned on the English south coast; for recovery and rest.
However she needed to go, and he'd let her, but he could hardly bear the thought, she could die. Again. "Lynx..." he had been about to put forward an eminently reasonable suggestion about staying here, he had a painting to finish after all when she placed a single finger over his lips "No, Bran" she shook her head "I owe you my life, literally, but this is what I do and what I am" he saw the darkness in her eyes and felt justified in interrupting "It's driving you insane love, I can't stand by and watch that happen"
***
Lynx listened but she wasn't really hearing, she could feel the curtailing of her freedoms that even with the best of intentions her soulmate was trying to loop around her like chains. "It's not, it never was" her eyes were lucid if pained. She knew her being this open was rare but in this case it had to be done "What drove me so close was the lack of choice in what I did, you know the twisted pleasure I derive from pain"
She could see even now, the memory in the globe that she had always tried to forget, of her hands running with the blood of children and the fact that the blood had, excited, her. She knew now though that her strength had been tried and she held her destiny in both hands "Anyway" her grin was feral, I have a few little tiny bits of revenge to extract.
***
Bran sighed as she slid to her feet, he should have expected this. Despite the fact she was more open and sparkled in his company there was still a core of darkness to her that he couldn't erase. That stopped him dead, erase? He loved Lynx, she was his soulmate and to change her that fundamentally would make her something and someone her didn't know; he cherished the wildness and independence that made her Lynx Redfern, the Night Blade, his soulmate.
Bran stood up and wrapped an arm around her shoulders and began walking he finally spoke "This revenge then...... can I help?"