Djed Storm Repercussions (Eachann Marshall)

by **Imass** on August 11th, 2012, 3:19 pm

Imass' mind spun in disorder when Eachann asked for his Lakan. He could not give his most sacred weapon to him, it just seemed to strange. It was his most valuable possession and he had taken vows upon it. It was one of the practices he would never abandon from his racial peoples.

The Akalak remained quiet and did not respond to the Drykas' first request for his knife. He stared at the horse in silence once he realized the beast needed to be put down. Eachann beckoned to him again. The knight coughed, but hesitated at drawing his blade. He thoughts desperately in vain for another way to save the horse. The smoke was beginning to become unbearable. At least none of the wood had fallen around them.

Finally, Eachann's last shout woke Imass up. "I have faith in thee Yahal. I trust in thee Tyveth."

Taking his Lakan, he quickly jabbed the horse in the jugular and pulled violently. Spray immediately sprayed from the animal and drenched both the Knight and the Squire in a tint of red. Blood began to spill from the horse and soaked Imass' hands and knees.

Not taking more than a moment to mourn the horse, he got up and began to run out of the building. He was running out of oxygen and needed to escape the burning building.

Rolling outside Imass feel to the floor and began to roll. His body was scorched and he was coughing unbearably. He couldn't even open his eyes to see what was going on around him.

by **Eachann Marshall** on August 15th, 2012, 2:36 am

As quickly as Imass' own mourning passed, was counterpoint to Eachann's own protracted suffering. As the glimmering blade of the Akalak's blood forged blade feel, easily and neatly severing the horses jugular and subjecting the knight and himself to a scalding spray of the animals life. Each drop of which seemed to burn the drykas' face more so than the Djed spawned flames which raged all around him.

The youth knelt in the spreading pool of the slain horses blood, his hands resting gently on the animals suddenly slack flesh, head bowed in silent benediction to Zulrav. “Oh, Lord of Storms and Wind, lift the soul of this creature on your divine currents so that he might be granted once again a strong and healthy body, to feel your caress on his skin and in his mane.”

The youth likely had more prayer to pray, but the ominous cracking of a sagging timber, combined with the sudden resurgence of near blistering heat and suffocating smoke, coupled with the cloying reek of smoldering horseflesh, slapped Eachann in the face and caused him to stagger away from the dead animal retching, scrubbing his palms on his trousers.

“Preserve me Storm Lord!” He prayed fervently if quietly as he staggered towards the clear sweet light of day outside of the pulsing crimson heart of the burning stable. He continued to retch as he ran, and when he burst into the day light, the sudden lungful of fresh air that invaded his lungs unstrung his self control and Eachann fell to his hands and knees, skinning his palms till they bled as he vomited noisily and copiously on the stones beneath him. Nearby he was aware of Ser Imass but he couldn't spare more than a passing concern for the knights condition as his stomach again convulsed and pushed out more of his meager breakfast. On the whole it was a noteworthy day, and it was barely passed noon. He wondered if all days in the Knighthood would be so auspicious as he collapsed weakly onto his side, still retching and clutching his stomach against the pain of the convulsions when there was nothing left to expel.

by **Imass** on August 15th, 2012, 4:38 pm

Imass slowly clambered to his feet next to Eachann. He was still light headed and weak, but he needed to open his lungs up so he could breathe better. Glancing to his side he saw that the new squire was vomiting after pushing himself so hard. This was good that he was pushing his body to better extremes, but this was no time for happiness. The two men were covered in blood and the fire behind them was ragging.

Around the corner squires and knight rushed with buckets from the well to quench the flames. No doubt Ser Andre would appear eventually to finialize everything with his magic, but for now water was all they could do.

Imass was heart broken though. His will to continue was done. He needed to grieve now for the loss of the horse. With a sincere and genuine face he place his heavy hand on the Drykas' shoulder. He spoke with a somber tone,

"Sacred duty is in right action, Eachann, and courage on behalf of those who cannot defend themselves, " Imass paused and stared into the eyes of the squire. Each and every word was full of somber passion. His statements were heavy and one hundred percent real life. It was like he was giving the squires biggest advice ever.

"And goodness...what our gods desire..." Imass touched Eachann's forehead with two fingers, "Is here," then he touched the squire's heart, "And here."

Imass concluded, "And the goodness thy decide to do every day is what makes thee a valiant Knight. Remember the lessons this day thy whole life. It is in heart and mind our duty to rush into danger despite the outcome."

The Akalak knight walked away in ultimate sorrow for the horse he killed. He smelt the burning flesh of the animal drift through the air. He would not bare to look upon the beast.

A cloud of dark smoke settled in their air of Syliras as all grieved over the loss of the warhorse.

by **Eachann Marshall** on September 1st, 2012, 3:53 am

It was not extreme exertion which caused Eachann's stomach to empty itself, at least, it was only partly that. Equally as responsible was the amount of smoke he had inhaled, but perhaps most of all it was the Drykas' disgust and heedless self loathing which turned his guts inside out. He thought of Sirocco, dead for his masters arrogance and impatience, and he was all too aware of the blood of the animal he and Ser Imass had so recently destroyed which soaked his trousers and shirt making his clothing rigid and slightly tacky.

It was then, as he was ineffectually wiping at his clothes in a near frantic need to be clean that the inferno which the pair had braved brought the roof down. The central timber of the peaked roof sagged and collapsed with a thunderous crack, ciders and flames leaping skyward as the remainder of the roof cascaded in. By now, the rattle of booted feet echoed all around as Knights, Squires, and pages answered the bell rung by the first panicked man and Quincy's subsequent calls.

Exhausted, as much by sudden loss of bolstering adrenaline as by his exertion, Eachann struggled to rise to his knees as Imass towered over him. The knights face was starkly blank and his words sombre and intense as he spoke. Eachann heard the older man's words, but despite the Knights effort to share his advice or wisdom, the young squire could not feel moved by his sentiments. When the knight concluded and walked away, lost in his own thoughts, Eachann remained. Kneeling and watching as a fire line was formed, buckets of water passing back and forth as humankind fought to combat Djed spawned flames. It was a futile effort, as the anything in the stable which could burn was.

The building was a loss, the horse Imass and he had killed eclipsed the numbers that they pair had rescued, and all that Eachann felt was hollow. Uncertain of what to do, Eachann waited until the flames had been batted down at last, their fuel finally consumed and then, if no one needed him further, he would return to his barrack to sleep.

by **Chevalier** on September 26th, 2012, 3:05 am

Imass

LORE

Smithing a Horseshoe
Replacing Fear with Conviction

EXPERIENCE

Skill	XP Earned
Blacksmithing	2
Interrogation	1
Teaching	2
Leadership	1
Observation	1
Body Building	1
Running	1

Eachann

LORE

Smithing a Horseshoe
Trying to Deal with Smoke Inhalation

EXPERIENCE

Skill	XP Earned
Rhetoric	1
Blacksmithing	1
Running	2
Observation	2
Persuasion	1
Body Building	1

Storyteller Notes

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