Aryr de Morte
03-29-07, 07:32 AM
Closed to Osato. Going to keep this post short and open you for. Best of luck.
There was a sweet, warm wind over Aryr's face as he stepped out of the manor's entryway. The smell of the prairie grasses wasn't quite as good, but it was a nice change from the city of Radasanth. Looking at the outside of the manor, Aryr noticed how much he really didn't like the color of the stone, the only thing that was good about it was that it blended well with the prairie grasses and made the house more or less difficult to spot. When the manor had been repaired, Aryr oversaw the construction of it and wanted the new stone in place. The color had worn over the past week though and it was now an uglier hue of beige than the deep, rich beige is was when the stone came in the first place. It fit the place well though, and there was nothing the soldier could change about it. All he hoped was that he could easily expand it for cheap. Also, he needed funds to expand and they would arrive soon, hopefully.
Now though, he just hoped to scrape by and find more members to become part of the new and revived unit, The Wraeththu. He had been ordered by the High Priest, his own father, to reinstate The Wraith. Renaming was Aryr's choice, The Wraith could not be replaced, but something could be made in its stead. This new fighting force would hopefully be as elite as the previous and they would ideally make progress in their eventual goal.
Aryr for now focused on the searing pain on his chest. He had just created the brand of The Wraeththu. The symbol of everlasting loyalty to the cause. The stifling hot brand had scarred his left peck, he almost screamed the pain was so intense. Regardless, the effect was well worth it. Instead of the all black tattoo that was the alternative, Aryr had done what most would not. Yes, it was brutal and savage but there was few better ways to prove one's loyalty. The only thing that topped branding yourself was fighting alongside your comrades honorably. One had to be ready to accept the fact that they might die and they had to be ready to accept that fate.
It's too hot out here. Damn...
The sun had been beating down on Aryr while he sat and thought about various occurances and such. Aryr would sit on the steps and soak in the heat for now.
There was a sweet, warm wind over Aryr's face as he stepped out of the manor's entryway. The smell of the prairie grasses wasn't quite as good, but it was a nice change from the city of Radasanth. Looking at the outside of the manor, Aryr noticed how much he really didn't like the color of the stone, the only thing that was good about it was that it blended well with the prairie grasses and made the house more or less difficult to spot. When the manor had been repaired, Aryr oversaw the construction of it and wanted the new stone in place. The color had worn over the past week though and it was now an uglier hue of beige than the deep, rich beige is was when the stone came in the first place. It fit the place well though, and there was nothing the soldier could change about it. All he hoped was that he could easily expand it for cheap. Also, he needed funds to expand and they would arrive soon, hopefully.
Now though, he just hoped to scrape by and find more members to become part of the new and revived unit, The Wraeththu. He had been ordered by the High Priest, his own father, to reinstate The Wraith. Renaming was Aryr's choice, The Wraith could not be replaced, but something could be made in its stead. This new fighting force would hopefully be as elite as the previous and they would ideally make progress in their eventual goal.
Aryr for now focused on the searing pain on his chest. He had just created the brand of The Wraeththu. The symbol of everlasting loyalty to the cause. The stifling hot brand had scarred his left peck, he almost screamed the pain was so intense. Regardless, the effect was well worth it. Instead of the all black tattoo that was the alternative, Aryr had done what most would not. Yes, it was brutal and savage but there was few better ways to prove one's loyalty. The only thing that topped branding yourself was fighting alongside your comrades honorably. One had to be ready to accept the fact that they might die and they had to be ready to accept that fate.
It's too hot out here. Damn...
The sun had been beating down on Aryr while he sat and thought about various occurances and such. Aryr would sit on the steps and soak in the heat for now.