Tweet
Sitting on a straw bed, his back firmly against the stone wall, Verror chews at a hunk of dried meat. His eyes glassy, face blank, his chewing just a thoughtless habit for he had already eaten. Lost in thought he doesnt notice any of the movement around him.
"Kill any whom get in your way..."
The words echo in his head as he thinks about his days work. The excitement felt during what was his first task still fresh in his mind. A half-smile curls the corner of his mouth as he recalls his many victories and successful completion of his task. He lounges back further, absently pulling his blade across his lap as he begins to instinctively clean it. His mind wandering as he sits.
"How can you be gone little brother... We left so much undone..
We had so many plans... What happened?"
The questions troubling him for some time. Thinking back he remembers what the hooded figure told him when he learned of his search.
"He was weak of faith and body.. He was weak and now he is dead.."
just remembering the words make his normally cold features flush red with anger. Its not true! he reasons to himself
He was not weak! His faith as true or more than my own... You know nothing...
Thinking back he wished he had the gall to have defended his brother so.. But he had no chance to defend himself let alone his brother.. The thought not comforting his frustration he stands and begins to pace the room. A nagging thought plauging his mind for the better half of an hour he finally curses the silence and leaves the quiet barracks to accept his next task.
Upon reaching the hall his cold demeanor has returned but the voice echos a few more times..
Murderer...
He half-smiles and gives a whisper of a laugh as he walks the hall, still thinking to himself.
"Kill any whom get in your way..."
The words echo in his head as he thinks about his days work. The excitement felt during what was his first task still fresh in his mind. A half-smile curls the corner of his mouth as he recalls his many victories and successful completion of his task. He lounges back further, absently pulling his blade across his lap as he begins to instinctively clean it. His mind wandering as he sits.
"How can you be gone little brother... We left so much undone..
We had so many plans... What happened?"
The questions troubling him for some time. Thinking back he remembers what the hooded figure told him when he learned of his search.
"He was weak of faith and body.. He was weak and now he is dead.."
just remembering the words make his normally cold features flush red with anger. Its not true! he reasons to himself
He was not weak! His faith as true or more than my own... You know nothing...
Thinking back he wished he had the gall to have defended his brother so.. But he had no chance to defend himself let alone his brother.. The thought not comforting his frustration he stands and begins to pace the room. A nagging thought plauging his mind for the better half of an hour he finally curses the silence and leaves the quiet barracks to accept his next task.
Upon reaching the hall his cold demeanor has returned but the voice echos a few more times..
Murderer...
He half-smiles and gives a whisper of a laugh as he walks the hall, still thinking to himself.
