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(08-17-2015, 11:25 PM)Xydane Wrote: Their greaves approached loudly under the sound of plate clashing with mail. Their black and crimson armor marked by agony and hate was showered with the recent spilling of gore from many things that used to breathe.Xydanes post is OOC until further notice. Feel free to keep posting, but his post brings far more into the situation than I'm prepared to deal with without prior agreement.
Their greaves approached loudly, crushing the snow that blanketed the streets of cobble and stone.
Oh, for now it has been a time since they had returned home and those who survived over the trying years of Ishgard welcomed them with open arms. In time; however, those who knew of their considerable reputation had also learned one disturbing difference. No one knew what happened to the knights whom once served the passed Inquisitor Maulcrioux during the initial Dravanian attack and though they were thought dead, the brothers had returned with a loathsome aurora that followed them wherever they tread.
This hour marked the brothers back from a successful hunt for the decapitated head of a wyvern swung to and fro, clenched under the sharp metal fingers of Marcus Vale. Held with a deathly grip by the younger brother was also a woolen sack of unknown contents that dripped many crimson drops onto the white snow, leaving a trail that distinct the Vale Brothers' return.
Those citizens whom knew of the brothers staggered back at their arrival for Marcus and Xydane Vale had entered the setting. Even those few of the assembled knights had not the slightest idea that the intensity of the scene was about to rise.
Forcing their way pass unknowing adventurers, travelers, and citizens of Ishgard, the knights came to a halt within some feet away from where the instigator stood. The wyvern's head was dropped onto the ground, forcing a sound that mixed flesh, stone, snow, and bone to be heard by all.
Their dreadful helms, forged with revulsion, stared coldly at Evangeline and those that surrounded her.
Slowly, he began to unsheathe his massive bloodied claymore and with a voice that sounded impassive, Marcus Vale "The Nightmare" spoke.
"Xydane, let those unaware know the fate of such, for a public execution for the heretics shall now... begin."