Enemy of the Sun

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praetorian
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Joined: Sat Apr 26, 2014 2:09 pm
Guild: Rogues
Temple: Shadows

Enemy of the Sun

Post by praetorian »

It is a wonder that something so banal can turn out to be extraordinary.

Praetorian sat in the Council Room Meeting room, reflecting on the small flask of water he’d been carrying for maybe a hundred years now. He put feet his up on the table, remembering The Day That Was. She was somewhere out there, he liked to imagine; one day she’d come grab his hand and they would fall into it, like a daydream or a fever.

He snapped to the present, where he’d left his earlier thoughts: cliches of history repeating itself, the weight of his world resting in trinkets that could have as easily been cast into the anonymous corner of a Norland dungeon. And yet the wavering current of things brought them here, laid out upon the desk in the providential hour, primed to carry the scent of religious war to the highest thrones.

They’ll love the show,” he mused to himself. "But this is about what matters to me."

His friend, the Banished God. His deceased mother, the Seer. His sister, the Traitor.

His lost love, the sun that never sets.

Rising to his feet, he placed the flask into his pocket. He collected the items from the table, twitching with every touch.

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