-Bronwyn sat within her quarters in the Den. The place as silent as a tomb. The eerie bellow of the wind rushing through hidden smoke stacks of unused firehousings, lending to the desolation of the place. The candle light danced over the skull of the anicent blue, as Darklit, the imp rested upon the top of the huge thing. Not much room remained within her chambers, but then, she didn't mind. She need not much, and her work with the skull wasn't complete. Taking pen to paper, she removed the old leather bound book, opening it to a certian page, and took to her writing before turning in..-
Summer's end..
"I've not seen the other's since my return. In truth, I don't know if they still walk amongst the living, or have come the ends that all eventually meet. The dust within the main hall shows little use of the passing months, in truth, worry settles upon my brow.
The battle we'd prepared for over the last few months lasted only mere moments. As most battles do. The familare prayers said by men going to thier deaths washed through the camp the eve before. Why do they do it? I heard them ask one another in the dead of night, hoping not to be heard.
Perhaps I could have answered them. Sent them packing away from one death, only to meet another. But that isn't a warrior's way, is it?
Who was to answer my own questions? No one. Just as it's been far longer than even I care to remember.
We do it, because it's what we do best. Perhaps, because the bloodlust that enters us, drives a special part of us onward to death, to face it at every possible angle, and push us beyond what we precieve as our capabilities. We do it, to prove we can do far more, than we thought we could. Even if that means, it's the last thing we do. We do it, for some un-godly reason, because it's all some of us ever know.
Of course, the echoed prayers were ignored. Over half the men and monsters that joined me over the months, met their doom under the Old One's harsh power. More than a handful made it back to whatever hole they crawled from. None except Darklit and myself returned to Vallenwoods.
Perhaps I've known all along, there would be none to greet. And yet, even after leaving court behind. I had hoped someone still haunted these halls.
I shall seek them out on the marrow.. godspeed to them, wherever they rest or wake.."
-She set the pen down, capping the berried ink, lightly rising the book to blow upon the still wet ink. Sitting back in her chair, she closed her eyes, and soon found rest for a short time..-