Post by Lord Ashram on Aug 12, 2004 17:47:54 GMT -5
:: On an early morning when there was no one wandering the castle except the guards, Ash was sitting in a chair near the fire. A rather large piece of paper on his lap and a piece of charcoal. Ash was drawing a picture based off of something someone had said to another a few nights ago and since things were rather slow and Ash had too much time on his hand he decided to do what he was doing.
After some time Ash finshed his work and sighed leaning back in the chair. Dull gray eyes looked his work over touching up here and there. Once satisfied he stood up and walked to the bar setting his drawing on the bartop and continued on to get a tankard and fill it with ale. Smiling to himself he took a drink.
After finishing the tankard of ale he set it on the bartop and grabbed the large drawing he made. He walked back over to the fire thinking it would be the best place to mount the picture.. He pushed a couch close to the fire and stood upon it and stuck the picture to the wall with a rather sticky substance that was found near swamps.
In silence he moved the couch back to where it belonged and folded his arms across his chest looking up at the large picture.. or rather the poster of Vaylen, the one Ash figured Vaylen was talking about when someone hadn't recognized him. It was obviously a mockery of this fake Lord of Terror. On the poster was something along the lines of a stick figure with squiggly lines representing wings and lets not forget two rounded horns ontop of his head. The face was rather detailed and no doubt Vaylens.. Most of the background behind Vaylen had been smugged with the charcoal making a fake darkness while the edge around Vaylen was white, like an aura of someone that is good, also there was a group of others in the background that were somewhat noticable and they were all laughing at him, one face stood out more that the others and it was Faust's... pointing and laughing. Over Vaylens head was a question mark, it wasn't too big but was there.. And at the top of the paper written boldly was 'Unkie(Uncle) Vaylen, The Spineless Slug', it was something Ashram knew by listening to others and having been then there before his blood brother Caelum tore Vaylen apart in a fight quite some time ago. It only seemed fitting that it be there along with everything else on the poster.
He closed his eyes a long while and spoke quietly to himself. "There.. now you have a poster with your face on it.. sorry it was late but it is an updated version of it.." His body tensed as his time was coming to an end for the time being. The darkness Ash feared was coming for him, a darkness unknown by anyone else since it came from his homelands of Marmo and he wasn't one to speak of it.. The few times before when it came he was able to supress the dark power and this time around would probably be the last time since each time this happened is got more powerful... while Ash is only getting older.. He headed out of the castle and out of the kingdom and until he could lift himself out of this coming darkness and control the demon king as he had done for over twenty years, he would not return..::
After some time Ash finshed his work and sighed leaning back in the chair. Dull gray eyes looked his work over touching up here and there. Once satisfied he stood up and walked to the bar setting his drawing on the bartop and continued on to get a tankard and fill it with ale. Smiling to himself he took a drink.
After finishing the tankard of ale he set it on the bartop and grabbed the large drawing he made. He walked back over to the fire thinking it would be the best place to mount the picture.. He pushed a couch close to the fire and stood upon it and stuck the picture to the wall with a rather sticky substance that was found near swamps.
In silence he moved the couch back to where it belonged and folded his arms across his chest looking up at the large picture.. or rather the poster of Vaylen, the one Ash figured Vaylen was talking about when someone hadn't recognized him. It was obviously a mockery of this fake Lord of Terror. On the poster was something along the lines of a stick figure with squiggly lines representing wings and lets not forget two rounded horns ontop of his head. The face was rather detailed and no doubt Vaylens.. Most of the background behind Vaylen had been smugged with the charcoal making a fake darkness while the edge around Vaylen was white, like an aura of someone that is good, also there was a group of others in the background that were somewhat noticable and they were all laughing at him, one face stood out more that the others and it was Faust's... pointing and laughing. Over Vaylens head was a question mark, it wasn't too big but was there.. And at the top of the paper written boldly was 'Unkie(Uncle) Vaylen, The Spineless Slug', it was something Ashram knew by listening to others and having been then there before his blood brother Caelum tore Vaylen apart in a fight quite some time ago. It only seemed fitting that it be there along with everything else on the poster.
He closed his eyes a long while and spoke quietly to himself. "There.. now you have a poster with your face on it.. sorry it was late but it is an updated version of it.." His body tensed as his time was coming to an end for the time being. The darkness Ash feared was coming for him, a darkness unknown by anyone else since it came from his homelands of Marmo and he wasn't one to speak of it.. The few times before when it came he was able to supress the dark power and this time around would probably be the last time since each time this happened is got more powerful... while Ash is only getting older.. He headed out of the castle and out of the kingdom and until he could lift himself out of this coming darkness and control the demon king as he had done for over twenty years, he would not return..::