(Note: Open only to Lilithinos. Will contain erotic footage.)
Had he been dreaming? As far as he was aware, Undead weren't supposed to dream but perhaps The Light saw fit to bless the old man. Away form Stonevale City herself, he sat on the grounds of the wild lands. A student of the old order...he was practicing the arts on his own. The wind passed in from the north, from Salvar. He was a short but well built man, fully armoured with the attire of his ancient Paladin's Order. He lost track of the time and the day, weeks ago when he first arrived. The plains of Scara Brae around Stonevale were adequate training grounds. His chest rose and fell with each meditative breath he took. His glowing blue eyes deep in concentration. It felt good for him to sometimes take that long recluse form the world's troubles. He needed that long break before planning his next adventure. All though, the best adventures oft required no planning.
The sixth hour of that day, he no longer kept track of the days of the week by that point in his old age...he opened his eyes. The plains of Scara Brae were a beautiful sight to behold. The wind, rippling in from the west, caused long blades of grass to move in an almost wave like fashion. Rippling with the breeze creating a supernatural beauty. He'd been by himself for a long time. His offspring, his son, The Black Knight had established a small village nearby of which he'd been named a sheriff. He respected his son, and had been a good father to him after they had reconciled. Lorenor was an old man, he'd been alive for many millenia at that point. As alive as the state of Undeath could allow him to be.
He was seated on a rocky outcropping that day, relatively hidden from view. He detected a familiar scent about half an hour into the last part of his meditation. He smiled kindly. Opening his eyes slowly, the bright blue glow visible, He watched the approaching figure of his son and some villagers. The settlement of The Black Knight had no name. It was just a village for the many refugees of the world's wars and strife a few Akahiman survivors had made their way there knowing they'd be protected. Lorenor gathered himself and stood up slowly to his full height of five heads tall. He was a relatively short man, but well built. They rarely made men built like that anymore. He gathered his belongings quickly and jumped off the rock landing skillfully.
"Father." His son called and waved as he approached.
The Black Knight had advanced armour, almost made organic because of the shard of the tablet of destiny. He carried his helmet under his left arm and was accompanied by four others. Two women and two male body guards. All were Akashiman. "Father." The Black Knight called again. "You've been gone a long time."
"Three months." Lorenor responded accurately. Lorenor greeted the Akashimans fondly with a small bow of the body. He gestured with his left hand amicably in the style of their culture. "I was in deep meditation." Lorenor stated calmly.
One of the male Akashimans walked forth towards Lorenor respectfully. "What does the light command?" He asked. He'd always had a serious demeanor about himself but was a good man, he'd just been through a lot of shit.
"No decree this time. I just was taking time to replenish my power." Lorenor explained.
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