Post by Rudmed on May 16, 2013 2:13:22 GMT -5
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March 8th 23 CLE
The nights after the horrendous void attack in Freljord left the Grandmaster of the Final Truth sitting in a bed, within the Winter Claw village, recovering from his wound. One would have thought peaceful dreams would have filled the minds of all those involved after the triumph the forces of Valoran had over the evil Void entity. But for this once brave and righteous soul the nights brought a memory that he thought to be buried.
Rudmed thrashed in his sleep as if trying to fight some unseen entity that fought to bind him against the bed. This night would be no different as he began to twist and turn. Words about 'Innocence.', 'Mother', and 'Father' left his lips and they were repeated a multitude to times. His once tranquil sleep was rapidly turning into a nightmare.
Rudmed found himself standing on a hill overlooking his home town. He remembered this hill all too well. His family had their weekly picnics on this hill as they watched the sunset behind the town. It was a beautiful view as the sun's light bounced off the building almost making them glow. Not to mention the celebrations, where people would dance, laugh, and play music, but the best part of such festivals were the fireworks. Rudmed's village had a renown firework maker, who made them come to live. Everyone knew that the firework marker knew a little magic that he always added to his fireworks to entertain the younger children.
The village never seemed to have a dull moment during these times. It was peaceful and filled with joy as every citizen greeted another with a bright and honest smile.
This day was not one of those joyous days.
No today was a day that Rudmed saw the darker and sinful part of humanity. This was the day...he watched his parents die.
The Final Truth's Grandmaster watched his parents dragged out into the open in front of a roaring crowd, who hurled insults and various objects at them.
Where were the smiles and laugh that he heard during the festivals?
Rudmed's parents were tied to posts with dry wood at their feet, they were to suffer a slow and painful death. A death by fire till they were reduced to nothing but ashes.
Where were the enchanted fireworks that transformed into butterflies after they exploded? And the children laughing as they chased after the butterflies, desperately trying to catch them.
Then one of the masterminds behind this scheme to frame his parents stood on a platform before all the people condemning the grandmaster's parents. The worst part of all it the townspeople were cheering for him.
What happened to the speeches about tradition and prosperity? And prayers for another safe and happy year for the town?
Then the mastermind took a torch from a nearby man and approached Rudmed's parents. He threw the torch at their feet and the flames jumped to life, dancing like the people at Rudmed's childhood festivals. The bright orange flames greedily consumed the dry firewood, eager to reach the flesh of Rudmed's parents. However, it took its time, like a cougar stalking a wounded animal, it would wait until its prey was weak and defenseless. Then...it would claim the spoils.
But there was still time! Rudmed knew he could stop this from happening and he reached for his saber.....it wasn't there...nor was his revolver. But he knew how to fight with his hands, he could disarm one of the guards. But his legs would not move, he was frozen to the spot. His body would not obey him, and he would be forced to watch his parents burn to death.
He heard their screams crystal clear....wait...that wasn't how it went. He could barely hear them, but what was causing that change....
“WHY DID YOU WATCH? WHY DIDN’T YOU SAVE THEM RUDMED?! THEY WERE YOUR PARENTS!"
The voice from when he was stabbed in the stomach roared in his ears as he stood there. His rage rushed forth as he wanted to destroy the owner of the blade.
"LET ME AND I WILL!" Rudmed roared back at the sky, but the voice just unleashed a thunderous roar in response.
“WHY DID YOU WATCH? WHY DIDN’T YOU SAVE THEM RUDMED?! THEY WERE YOUR PARENTS!"
Rudmed reached for his weapons, but they had not appeared. He fell to his knees and began to cry. The voice continued to unleash its relentless rage on him, which mixed perfectly with his parents cries of pain. He would be forever haunted by this dream and he knew it. Upon looking at the sky, hoping for some kind of answer...he saw a single glowing eye staring back at him.
Then....he woke up drenched in sweat and looked around. He was safe, the beast was dead, it had just temporarily infiltrated his dream. The man calmed down a bit and looked around the room. Noting the peace and silence it had. Within this silence he reaffirmed his pledge to the order...no...what he has pledged his life to.
Ensuring righteous retribution comes down on those who deserve it. The day his parents died he learned of how sin goes unpunished, and how some are even praised for it.
That day...Rudmed changed.
March 8th 23 CLE
The nights after the horrendous void attack in Freljord left the Grandmaster of the Final Truth sitting in a bed, within the Winter Claw village, recovering from his wound. One would have thought peaceful dreams would have filled the minds of all those involved after the triumph the forces of Valoran had over the evil Void entity. But for this once brave and righteous soul the nights brought a memory that he thought to be buried.
Rudmed thrashed in his sleep as if trying to fight some unseen entity that fought to bind him against the bed. This night would be no different as he began to twist and turn. Words about 'Innocence.', 'Mother', and 'Father' left his lips and they were repeated a multitude to times. His once tranquil sleep was rapidly turning into a nightmare.
Rudmed found himself standing on a hill overlooking his home town. He remembered this hill all too well. His family had their weekly picnics on this hill as they watched the sunset behind the town. It was a beautiful view as the sun's light bounced off the building almost making them glow. Not to mention the celebrations, where people would dance, laugh, and play music, but the best part of such festivals were the fireworks. Rudmed's village had a renown firework maker, who made them come to live. Everyone knew that the firework marker knew a little magic that he always added to his fireworks to entertain the younger children.
The village never seemed to have a dull moment during these times. It was peaceful and filled with joy as every citizen greeted another with a bright and honest smile.
This day was not one of those joyous days.
No today was a day that Rudmed saw the darker and sinful part of humanity. This was the day...he watched his parents die.
The Final Truth's Grandmaster watched his parents dragged out into the open in front of a roaring crowd, who hurled insults and various objects at them.
Where were the smiles and laugh that he heard during the festivals?
Rudmed's parents were tied to posts with dry wood at their feet, they were to suffer a slow and painful death. A death by fire till they were reduced to nothing but ashes.
Where were the enchanted fireworks that transformed into butterflies after they exploded? And the children laughing as they chased after the butterflies, desperately trying to catch them.
Then one of the masterminds behind this scheme to frame his parents stood on a platform before all the people condemning the grandmaster's parents. The worst part of all it the townspeople were cheering for him.
What happened to the speeches about tradition and prosperity? And prayers for another safe and happy year for the town?
Then the mastermind took a torch from a nearby man and approached Rudmed's parents. He threw the torch at their feet and the flames jumped to life, dancing like the people at Rudmed's childhood festivals. The bright orange flames greedily consumed the dry firewood, eager to reach the flesh of Rudmed's parents. However, it took its time, like a cougar stalking a wounded animal, it would wait until its prey was weak and defenseless. Then...it would claim the spoils.
But there was still time! Rudmed knew he could stop this from happening and he reached for his saber.....it wasn't there...nor was his revolver. But he knew how to fight with his hands, he could disarm one of the guards. But his legs would not move, he was frozen to the spot. His body would not obey him, and he would be forced to watch his parents burn to death.
He heard their screams crystal clear....wait...that wasn't how it went. He could barely hear them, but what was causing that change....
“WHY DID YOU WATCH? WHY DIDN’T YOU SAVE THEM RUDMED?! THEY WERE YOUR PARENTS!"
The voice from when he was stabbed in the stomach roared in his ears as he stood there. His rage rushed forth as he wanted to destroy the owner of the blade.
"LET ME AND I WILL!" Rudmed roared back at the sky, but the voice just unleashed a thunderous roar in response.
“WHY DID YOU WATCH? WHY DIDN’T YOU SAVE THEM RUDMED?! THEY WERE YOUR PARENTS!"
Rudmed reached for his weapons, but they had not appeared. He fell to his knees and began to cry. The voice continued to unleash its relentless rage on him, which mixed perfectly with his parents cries of pain. He would be forever haunted by this dream and he knew it. Upon looking at the sky, hoping for some kind of answer...he saw a single glowing eye staring back at him.
Then....he woke up drenched in sweat and looked around. He was safe, the beast was dead, it had just temporarily infiltrated his dream. The man calmed down a bit and looked around the room. Noting the peace and silence it had. Within this silence he reaffirmed his pledge to the order...no...what he has pledged his life to.
Ensuring righteous retribution comes down on those who deserve it. The day his parents died he learned of how sin goes unpunished, and how some are even praised for it.
That day...Rudmed changed.