Post by Razgriz on Nov 28, 2018 5:01:43 GMT -5
*The Red Emperor prepares himself to face yet another foe. This time though, not without weapons, but with a curved blade.*
No inconvenient so far; everything goes according to plan. I move with purpose and determination guides my mind. Speaking of purpose, I saw a rider and two other figures with him. Tormish cloaks most likely, though difficult to tell when one tries to remain hidden. They are headed north, deeper into this broken landscape, but why? Ahead lies is nothing but sand, desolation and death. Yes, purpose is the key. We all are driven by something or even by someone pulling the invisible strings and making us believe it all was our idea.
Even if I am my own master, there is still a force directing me. Beyond the killer, beyond the monk and beyond the would-be dragon, there is more. A connection formed, a bond forged and a promise made. I should not have told that man Aeron about it. It was not needed, yet I did it and now I regret it deeply. One again, I hesitate. Was this because that cataclysm card I got during Soul Harvest? You do not deserve that. Cannot I consume myself with my own fires anymore? Why following me through this glorious march to defeat?
All the titles and monikers whether they were earned or self-given, still do not measure up to the first one of them all. To be frank with you, the memories are not as fresh as they once were. Now, it all blurs into nothingness. If only there was a way to remember, then it all would be easier to comprehend. Perhaps if attempt what that Half-Orc monk Tonvg seemed to enjoy? Well, here it goes.
This I dedicate to you, my rival and my friend
Long ago, a shooting star caught us by surprise
A fleeting moment where the pact was made
You asked about the color of the sky above
I recall saying blue, despite of thinking in fiery red
Be it as it may, our priorities remain
Don’t you dare to die on me now
Because I look forward for the day
The day where our final dance is to be made
Crimson against Cyan, Death facing an Edge
Nobody and the Stranger what a tale
If you can forgive why is it that you cannot forget
Time knows we wanted no bitter sweet novel for ourselves
Now we are trapped in this never-ending shame
Be it as it may, our priorities remain
Don’t you dare to die on me now
Because I look forward for the day
The day where our final dance is to be made
Crimson against Cyan, Death facing an Edge
Nobody and the Stranger at it again
Sharpen you blade, ready your fists
Aim to the heart - if you dare
Fear not for your friends and fear not your foes
The first are of no interest to me
The later, I am certain you can best
Be it as it may, our priorities remain
Don’t you dare to die on me now
Because I look forward for the day
The day where our final dance is to be made
Crimson against Cyan, Death facing an Edge
Nobody and the Stranger meeting in the end
Don’t you dare to die on me now
Because I look forward for the day
The day where our final dance is to be made
Crimson against Cyan, Death facing an Edge
Nobody and the Stranger at it again
Sharpen you blade, ready your fists
Aim to the heart - if you dare
Fear not for your friends and fear not your foes
The first are of no interest to me
The later, I am certain you can best
Be it as it may, our priorities remain
Don’t you dare to die on me now
Because I look forward for the day
The day where our final dance is to be made
Crimson against Cyan, Death facing an Edge
Nobody and the Stranger meeting in the end
Reunion is uncertain, yet welcome
Can the past be lived by us again?
Hope, it is all about hope and nothing else remains