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Old Nicodemus
Guest
I asked Jeeves.
His impassive prescence behind me swaying gently to himself.
"Just really looked at them?"
The small night creatures of Vanern Swamp sang the chorus of the night. In the distance the Clay Jotuns could be heard crashing around the swamp.
Jeeves stood staring into the distance, his ethereal form a spiritual cloak of protection against anything the dangerous swamp has to offer.
I lay my head back on the ground and stared at the stars. I watched the constellations until sleep claimed me.
And I dreamed... of simpler times.
It is here that the whispers found me.. in my dreams.
I awoke with a start to find myself surrounded by mist. Whispers drifted around me. Calling my name.
Then She appeared. Terrible yet beautiful to behold.
Hel.
She approached me in all her dread majesty, the whispering got louder. She came and knelt beside me. Slowly she reached out and touched my forehead.
"You remember our bargain Nicodemus?"
I nodded mutely at her.
"Good. Sleep my Spiritmaster, you have honoured me, fought for me and have sent many a Lost Soul to Valhalla. Sleep"
She pushed my forehead gently. Her cold touch was somewhat comforting. I laid my head upon the ground and succumed to the darkness.
She whispered to me "Sleep, for I will need you again someday."
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The mists swirled and the impassive figure of Jeeves stepped forward. Slowly he bent and gathered the now empty Spiritmaster armour.
An ethereal tear streaked it's way down his cheek, he turned and followed the whispers into the mist.
Nicodemus
Spiritgimp :help:
The once and future Spiritmaster.
His impassive prescence behind me swaying gently to himself.
"Just really looked at them?"
The small night creatures of Vanern Swamp sang the chorus of the night. In the distance the Clay Jotuns could be heard crashing around the swamp.
Jeeves stood staring into the distance, his ethereal form a spiritual cloak of protection against anything the dangerous swamp has to offer.
I lay my head back on the ground and stared at the stars. I watched the constellations until sleep claimed me.
And I dreamed... of simpler times.
It is here that the whispers found me.. in my dreams.
I awoke with a start to find myself surrounded by mist. Whispers drifted around me. Calling my name.
Then She appeared. Terrible yet beautiful to behold.
Hel.
She approached me in all her dread majesty, the whispering got louder. She came and knelt beside me. Slowly she reached out and touched my forehead.
"You remember our bargain Nicodemus?"
I nodded mutely at her.
"Good. Sleep my Spiritmaster, you have honoured me, fought for me and have sent many a Lost Soul to Valhalla. Sleep"
She pushed my forehead gently. Her cold touch was somewhat comforting. I laid my head upon the ground and succumed to the darkness.
She whispered to me "Sleep, for I will need you again someday."
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The mists swirled and the impassive figure of Jeeves stepped forward. Slowly he bent and gathered the now empty Spiritmaster armour.
An ethereal tear streaked it's way down his cheek, he turned and followed the whispers into the mist.
Nicodemus
Spiritgimp :help:
The once and future Spiritmaster.
