Post by arnlagerkold on Jun 22, 2009 20:54:22 GMT -5
Preceeding this event Arn Leave Golden Myst after his Oath and his ways are taken harshly by a commanding officer. He would ride to the fate he had first agreed to and from there the story begins.
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Arn came to leave Golden Myst at such a speed that it only would take a day and a half to reach the gates of Jerusalem. He had riden though much. Stopping only for the water and moments his steed needed to rest though never stopping fully he would walk when needed. The suns heat beat upon him like a fire in the sky. The heat was frightening as he sweat from every pore upon him. Even the water he carried seemed to wear thin as would crest the last dune. Arn tired and with the will for rest stopped for what seemed a hour at the crest of that hill. Looking down with aqua eyes to the city bellow. There was a time it was home. A time where he was happy to look upon the gates before him. This time though was different. A deep breath filled his chest as he would mount Tera. "It is time my friend" he said softly as he urged the steed into a simple walk towards the gates. To the side of which his brothers at arms were crucified as a warning to all of his order. Arn rode to greet fate he had only come to join this order to serve his pentance but it was fate that he had found a home with in it. A reason to live with pride and honor. Now it was that honor that brought him to the gates. Guard Sounded as the Tabard was noticed by there eyes Arn would go down with out a fight as in his mind he had accepted the fate that were to come. He knew that god watched him. He know he lived a life of pride. Swift were the rush of troops forty men to subdue one Knight. The words cry was Arn approaches.
In the eyes of some there were tears at what must be done. Arn had always served to protect them take care of them when there fund ran short giving everything he owned to the people of the city. Even those near enough to the gate silenced as they realized what was about to happen. It was only a moment before the shaft's length of that spears haft was sent to Arn's chest Tera stood calm he knew that this is what his master wanted. Arn was immediately brought to the ground with a deep breath attempted to be taken the pain was feirce in his chest like a fire that kept him from breathing as he held his chest ten men soon would swarm him Arn never even resisted. Hands pulled behind his back shield stripped as that black bag was pulled over his head. The cry's of the men within the gates begged for the release of him as he was soon dragged toward city's jail. It was a cold chilly place where he knew what would come. Arn Spent hours there in the silence hands fastened behind his back with that shroud over his eyes. He was left upon his knee's where he would pray. A vistor would urge him to take a small vile. "it will dull your pain" he said though Arn would refuse " It would dull my Faith' He would reply the man understood as he watched the Templar with a look of sorrow. "Then I am sorry for what I must do." he said softly " But your purification has been ordered. For the sake of Gods mercy I beg you ask for mercy and agree to heresy Marshal Lagerkold. For I do not want to do what is to come" He spoke with a raspy voice to the man. He truly respected Arn an knew well that this man of all men had saved his life and his family only child whom had been caught in mist of a war at the gate Arn alone put his life in danger riding from the gates into the heat of battle alone for the child's safety it had earned him respect among the people of the land. It was only moments however before that firm hand was placed to Arn's bicep lifting him from his kneeling leading him down the hall. the man would string arn up from a hook pulling the mans amour off one piece at a time till he was left in his skivviess. "Arn I am going have to do things that will not please me. You know that your are the most honest man I have ever known and I am sorry for what I must do the inquisitor is here and will ask you some question as we proceed. I am sorry your still my child's hero may god be with you" It was with that Arn's muscles suddenly tightened flexing with the sound of the whip to his back the man was not gentle as the leather cracked upon small of his back biting into the soft stretched skin it was only the beginning. The man behind Arn wept with each new strike. Arn Gritted his teeth till his roar was released the pain greater then even his trainned mind could hold. Though never a tear. Four four lashes at the whip would bring the first question. As the crimson dripped down his back. Where everything but that Cross branded into his right should bleed. "You are charged with Hericy Degathia how do you plead." the question played quietly in the open square where so many watched. There voices were silent to his ears as they prayed for him of all the members of the order that had been treated in such a way over the week that had come to pass. Arn answered with a strength in his voice that had not been heard in Golden Myst. "I plead innocent to all charges. I have served my god Oath to the fullest of his will" Arn spoke before the whip cracked again tearing deep with the power of it's wielder. Though soon the question as given again. The same answer given to the man as a cry was give from the crowd for mercy. Though none of the sort would be given to him there would be no quarter for this man strung taught from the ropes that suspend him. It was to a new tactic of purification. The man behind Arn said a prayer as he stepped a way whispering " For the love of god Arn allow your self mercy, Do not make me do this before my Child." He said Arn spoke nothing as the hood was removed so that he could see the red glow of that sword that rested in the furnace to be soon brought to his abdomen. Arn Cry'ed out in pain the searing skin could be smelled among the scents of the market square the blade pulled a way as it would then be brought again to slice into his chest marking a cross upon left breast. Arn Teared to the pain that was brought upon him any man would as such curl things he was put though. The crowd was silent as Arn prayed to his god. Those words called out loud enough to ring upon the walls of the market square echoing every single word in a eerie manner. He prayed for mary to forgive his sins to walk with him at his moment of death for peter to help him through the gates of heaven for him to be accept as a good man whom served his gods will alone. "HOW DO YOU PLEA MARSAL Degathia ?" Was said above the crowds praise for mercy to the man that had never laid harm upon them. "Marshal Degathia all you have to do is ask for gods mercy and it could be yours" The inquisitor stated so gently so persuasively. Arn said nothing there as the blade was put down in exchange for salt. Soon was poored over shoulders chest and back rubbing it gently into the wounds that had been created only to be followed by a high percentage alcohol. Arn's body sweat as his every muscle violently shivered twitching against the pain his head lowered as he cried out with the pain. " Degathia your are charged to death and shall be crucified to pay for your sin's again god and the church. Upon this cross your life will wither till your death comes no tomb stone shall mark your traitorous grave Marshal Degathia. Templar your order dies with you." The inquisitor said as his armor was placed over his wounds the tabard placed over his shoulder and tied about his waist he was even given the honor of his sword by the man whom did the damage to him. Though when the ropes were released he would fall to the ground. There was not a ounce of energy to rise to defend. There was nothing left for him to give against the onslaught of the man that laid him upon the cross. "Fogive me" the man said as a nail was soon spiked through his hands With a roar of pain passing through Arn's dry lips. The man was careful to miss the bones. An save Arn the pain. Though soon he was placed out side the gate. Night feel with a silence about the gates. Arn looked though the pain to the star he loves so greatly. Every part of him hurt. Seared in pain. Every movement brought a tear to his eye though he no longer had the strenght to cry out. There were movements in the darkness Sal'Adin. A man Arn had met and earned the respect of came to his own aid pulling the cross from the ground arn would be dragged with the cross through the sand to the mans camp. Where the stakes were removed from his hand. A woman weilding a odd power stood before him. "You templar have been sparred for your sparing of my lord. An shall be tonight returned from the lands your traveled before coming to accept the fate of your order. You honor many today and show your dedication to all that you fought against us for. My your god walk beside you." IT was with that a spell was cast as three men lifted him they even had taken Tera form the stable who had been fitted with a stretcher. It was then that the men were sent with him To boarder of Golden Myst For Arn time would have stood still there he would arrive back under this spell the same night that he would have left though his wounds grave would forever remain with a note. From the caster " Three days of hell and honoroable action have granted my spell upon you Templar. My you find only hours pass in the home you left from. Return and serve them earn there respect as you have even the foe's you fought here." Mistress of Sal'adin. (end post)