Post by gabrielwormwood on Jan 12, 2010 8:28:39 GMT -5
The night was frigid and the sounds of the immortals throughout town echoed as they tore the city in twain. All manners of beings seemed to be out this night. This was hardly a place befitting human life. Gabriel barely considered himself human these days anyhow. He feared death no longer and clung to hope no more. Now he seemed to be in a place where his abnormal strengths would not cast him as a freak or monster. Yet he was still wary of all that went bump in the night. He knew the immortals still had a distinct advantage. This is why he was out this night. His one skill was his way of evening the odds. Blacksmithing may have been a menial job for him in society yet here it could be the difference in battle. His twin glaives reminded him on this as the blades shimmered in the moonlight.
He walked slowly through this night, almost leisurely. The fog this night made it hard for him to know his location. As he walked a silhouette emerged from the dense haze of white. A church in rundown condition appeared and his moral conflict began. He needed materials but he did not want to be sac-religious. Even in a place that most would call godless he held his morals.
"It is almost a sign... I need the materials... Yet I do not want to do something so hideous in spirit. God....Forgive me..."
With his mind made up he began to walk toward the building with purpose. As he approached the cathedral style doors he pushed them open with a loud and resonating creek. The church inside matched it's outward appearance. The cobwebs and dust made the place look almost like a ruin. The wind outside would be heard whistling through holes in the roof and howling through the rafters. It seems others had seen fit to come here as well.
Keeping his wits about him he began to fill his military style duffel bag with whatever he could find. He even took a few crosses with a shimmering appearance. He knew this would make for a fine hilt decoration after melted down. He would however brand his weapons with the cross as not to insult the former shape of the metal.
After a few minutes of pulling metal from door frames and exposed wall he strolled up to the altar. He knelt down ever so slowly and began to confess the sins of what he had just done and those he came here with. This way his way of making right. His actions were not of malicious intent toward the holy building but of the utmost necessity. He whispered one more time during his prayers.
"Lord....Forgive me"
He walked slowly through this night, almost leisurely. The fog this night made it hard for him to know his location. As he walked a silhouette emerged from the dense haze of white. A church in rundown condition appeared and his moral conflict began. He needed materials but he did not want to be sac-religious. Even in a place that most would call godless he held his morals.
"It is almost a sign... I need the materials... Yet I do not want to do something so hideous in spirit. God....Forgive me..."
With his mind made up he began to walk toward the building with purpose. As he approached the cathedral style doors he pushed them open with a loud and resonating creek. The church inside matched it's outward appearance. The cobwebs and dust made the place look almost like a ruin. The wind outside would be heard whistling through holes in the roof and howling through the rafters. It seems others had seen fit to come here as well.
Keeping his wits about him he began to fill his military style duffel bag with whatever he could find. He even took a few crosses with a shimmering appearance. He knew this would make for a fine hilt decoration after melted down. He would however brand his weapons with the cross as not to insult the former shape of the metal.
After a few minutes of pulling metal from door frames and exposed wall he strolled up to the altar. He knelt down ever so slowly and began to confess the sins of what he had just done and those he came here with. This way his way of making right. His actions were not of malicious intent toward the holy building but of the utmost necessity. He whispered one more time during his prayers.
"Lord....Forgive me"