Fall From Grace
by: Peleps Jirden
Disclaimer: The World of Exalted and it's concepts are property of White-Wolf Gaming. However, all of the characters in THIS story are property of my RPing group and I (with the exception of Typhon and The Mask Of Winters).
This fanfiction is dark and deals with VERY adult issues, such as violence, sexual situations, and other adult subjects. In other words, keep the kids away from this story.
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Part 1: And the Last Angel Fell....
Peleps Jirden watched his Circle push the boat that carried his body out to sea, unable to completely comprehend what exactly had happened. The Wood Element Immaculate Priest had merely punched him, and yet, here he was, nothing more than a lost soul who didn't know where or who to go to.
They pushed the boat out to sea...and then walked away without even a glance back.
The town suddenly vanished, being replaced by an empty, void-like blackness that surrounded Jirden completely on all sides. He looked around frantically, hoping to find a friendly face in the blackness. But there was nothing...he was completely and utterly alone.
~They left you to die.~
Jirden turned to see a man in a dark-black cloak standing behind him in the void, a skull-like mask covering the man's face as he stepped toward Jirden. He had a deep voice...and Jirden felt as though he was drowning in deep, dark water. The man was tall, and rather large, and was carrying what looked to be a soul-steel grand diaclave on his back. Jirden was instantly on his guard, looking around the blackness for any other assailants.
~Do not fear, young Eclipse Caste.~ the man stated, still coming toward him. ~I have been watching you...and you intrigue me.~
Jirden took a step back. "What do you mean?" he asked, wrapping his arms around his metaphysical self. It was cold here...and all Jirden wanted was to be warm...."I..don't understand...."
The man, by now, had reached him and began walking around him, seemingly studying him intensely. ~I am the Mask of Winters~ he said, finally stopping when he was in front of Jirden. ~And I am prepared to offer you your life, half of my navy, and the power to take your revenge.~
Jirden tilted his head to the side, confused. "Who would I want revenge on? I...don't understand...." The Mask of Winters rewarded him with a short, condescending laugh. ~Why...your Circle, of course. Those so-called friends who didn't tell you of the fate that awaited you in your town of Radat. They'd been told, by one of the Chosen of the Maidens, that you were to die if you returned...and yet they did nothing to stop or warn you.~
Jirden's eyes widened in shock. "They...knew?? Even Scorpio??"
~He was told by the Siderial himself.~ The Mask of Winters explained. ~And yet...they left you to die there. In a Circle of MINE, there are no secrets. There is no betrayal. I offer you the chance to experience true companionship.~
Jirden looked up at the Mask of Winters, knowing that nothing like this came without a price. "What would I have to do to get this power?" he asked, feeling tears roll down his face even as he said it.
The Mask of Winters suddenly laughed. ~I see why my Lover of Darkness and Death is so enamoured of you. Innocent, yet bold and to the point. I like that.~
The Mask of Winters offered his hand. ~All that I ask is that you take my hand...and swear fealty to the Malfeans.~ he stated.
Jirden stared at the gloved hand, knowing what would happen if he took it. However, all he'd wanted was to be important to someone. Whoever this "Lover of Darkness and Death" was could, perhaps, offer him what he'd always been wanting.
With that final, desparate thought, Jirden took the Mask of Winters' hand.
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Author's Notes: I ADORE C&C...so if you've read this story and are happy with it, I would greatly appreciate any comments that you could offer.
I'd like to thank Anthony, Fred, Ray, Tessith,Josh, and Ronnie for a GREAT game. This is where my character "died" and I decided that he--well--didn't. Instead, he became a Deathknight....
And I wonder who this "Lover of Darkness and Death" is.....*wink, nudge*
by: Peleps Jirden
Disclaimer: The World of Exalted and it's concepts are property of White-Wolf Gaming. However, all of the characters in THIS story are property of my RPing group and I (with the exception of Typhon and The Mask Of Winters).
This fanfiction is dark and deals with VERY adult issues, such as violence, sexual situations, and other adult subjects. In other words, keep the kids away from this story.
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Part 1: And the Last Angel Fell....
Peleps Jirden watched his Circle push the boat that carried his body out to sea, unable to completely comprehend what exactly had happened. The Wood Element Immaculate Priest had merely punched him, and yet, here he was, nothing more than a lost soul who didn't know where or who to go to.
They pushed the boat out to sea...and then walked away without even a glance back.
The town suddenly vanished, being replaced by an empty, void-like blackness that surrounded Jirden completely on all sides. He looked around frantically, hoping to find a friendly face in the blackness. But there was nothing...he was completely and utterly alone.
~They left you to die.~
Jirden turned to see a man in a dark-black cloak standing behind him in the void, a skull-like mask covering the man's face as he stepped toward Jirden. He had a deep voice...and Jirden felt as though he was drowning in deep, dark water. The man was tall, and rather large, and was carrying what looked to be a soul-steel grand diaclave on his back. Jirden was instantly on his guard, looking around the blackness for any other assailants.
~Do not fear, young Eclipse Caste.~ the man stated, still coming toward him. ~I have been watching you...and you intrigue me.~
Jirden took a step back. "What do you mean?" he asked, wrapping his arms around his metaphysical self. It was cold here...and all Jirden wanted was to be warm...."I..don't understand...."
The man, by now, had reached him and began walking around him, seemingly studying him intensely. ~I am the Mask of Winters~ he said, finally stopping when he was in front of Jirden. ~And I am prepared to offer you your life, half of my navy, and the power to take your revenge.~
Jirden tilted his head to the side, confused. "Who would I want revenge on? I...don't understand...." The Mask of Winters rewarded him with a short, condescending laugh. ~Why...your Circle, of course. Those so-called friends who didn't tell you of the fate that awaited you in your town of Radat. They'd been told, by one of the Chosen of the Maidens, that you were to die if you returned...and yet they did nothing to stop or warn you.~
Jirden's eyes widened in shock. "They...knew?? Even Scorpio??"
~He was told by the Siderial himself.~ The Mask of Winters explained. ~And yet...they left you to die there. In a Circle of MINE, there are no secrets. There is no betrayal. I offer you the chance to experience true companionship.~
Jirden looked up at the Mask of Winters, knowing that nothing like this came without a price. "What would I have to do to get this power?" he asked, feeling tears roll down his face even as he said it.
The Mask of Winters suddenly laughed. ~I see why my Lover of Darkness and Death is so enamoured of you. Innocent, yet bold and to the point. I like that.~
The Mask of Winters offered his hand. ~All that I ask is that you take my hand...and swear fealty to the Malfeans.~ he stated.
Jirden stared at the gloved hand, knowing what would happen if he took it. However, all he'd wanted was to be important to someone. Whoever this "Lover of Darkness and Death" was could, perhaps, offer him what he'd always been wanting.
With that final, desparate thought, Jirden took the Mask of Winters' hand.
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Author's Notes: I ADORE C&C...so if you've read this story and are happy with it, I would greatly appreciate any comments that you could offer.
I'd like to thank Anthony, Fred, Ray, Tessith,Josh, and Ronnie for a GREAT game. This is where my character "died" and I decided that he--well--didn't. Instead, he became a Deathknight....
And I wonder who this "Lover of Darkness and Death" is.....*wink, nudge*
