The Black Knight of Tyr: Control
Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2004 6:36 pm
The Dagger Falls roared and splashed over jagged rocks as Arakiel stared at the power of it's natural design, his mind focused heavily on his faith. He had no place in Daggerdale to seek the comforts of his faith, but the force of the River Tesh that cascaded over, served as the drive behind his solidification in spirit. He was the river, in the likeness he moved over sudden drops to continue his flow. He kneeled before the waterfall, his hands fell to his sides, his palms upwards in humble expression. His eyes closed, and his head inclined to the sky above.
" O' Father o' Justice," Arakiel whispered to the drowning crash of water," I plead with you this day ta' take me into your Mercies... to cast out the darkness that had overcome my body. Let your divinity have my heart, mind, an' soul forever, an' drive away those influences that would do my faith ta' you, harm. I am your son an' servant."
His prayer echoed in his mind and to his heart, as he felt the strength of his words bring clarity to his clouded thoughts. This was his only way, he knew, to rid himself of the darkness that had touched his soul a few days earlier in the Crypts of Dagger Falls. That helpless feeling was something he would not allow to happen again, he swore to Tyr and himself. Arakiel clenched his teeth and reminded himself that Tyr would save him from this fear of losing control, and that his faith alone in Tyr would serve him as his shield against evil's manipulation. His open palms closed into hardened fists, and his posture become rigid, his will driving like a hammer on tempered steel. Never again, he swore to Tyr and himself over and over.
When he was assured in spirit that Tyr was hearing his words, he bowed his head and took in a deep breath, his shoulders slumping and his body relaxing to a position of servitude and humility.
" Father." Arakiel's voice called out louder than a whisper. " I want ta' help Lyon an' I know that he is not the most innocent o' men. His past is enshrouded in the ways o' devils, but I see nothin' but his try fer the good. Help him Evenhand, help him redeem himself, as he has placed judgment upon himself and has realized the errors o' his past. He chooses the path he is on now out o' fear, regret, an' the chance ta' be cleansed from the evils etched upon his bein'. Please hear him, please let him make amends 'for I believe no man should ever fall from grace an' never know the light again. Please I beg o' you, as yer servant, ta' guide me in helpin' him reveal the Truth, an' help him come forward inta' the light o' Judgment. Be Merciful o' Lord, for he knows his errors. Show him that the path he has taken is not one without meaning 'er hopelessness. This I plead o' you, as yer servant, as yer son... as yer student. "
Arakiel's heart thumped against the inside of his ribcage, his prayer resounding throughout his thoughts, his beckoning for salvation to travel outwards and in. Though he was faithful, he knew he was also without knowledge of Tyr's perception of Lyon. What did Tyr conceive to be the true Judgment of Lyon? What sentence would Lyon serve for his trial? Regardless, Arakiel had strongly decided to make sure Lyon would stand in defiance against his former self and whatever devils plagued his soul. He would help him in his fight, and help him regain his footing as a man of good. If he as a Tyrran, stood for the man, perhaps Tyr would know that Lyon was a man worth saving.
Arakiel let his questions and concerns fade from his mind, and he meditated. The calm emptiness that filled his mind, soothed him, as he let his proclamation to the High Priestess Wili Jorino from the past few days ago, serve as the dropped anchor into the sea of his troubled thoughts.
" My soul belongs ta' Tyr."
~Killthorne~
" O' Father o' Justice," Arakiel whispered to the drowning crash of water," I plead with you this day ta' take me into your Mercies... to cast out the darkness that had overcome my body. Let your divinity have my heart, mind, an' soul forever, an' drive away those influences that would do my faith ta' you, harm. I am your son an' servant."
His prayer echoed in his mind and to his heart, as he felt the strength of his words bring clarity to his clouded thoughts. This was his only way, he knew, to rid himself of the darkness that had touched his soul a few days earlier in the Crypts of Dagger Falls. That helpless feeling was something he would not allow to happen again, he swore to Tyr and himself. Arakiel clenched his teeth and reminded himself that Tyr would save him from this fear of losing control, and that his faith alone in Tyr would serve him as his shield against evil's manipulation. His open palms closed into hardened fists, and his posture become rigid, his will driving like a hammer on tempered steel. Never again, he swore to Tyr and himself over and over.
When he was assured in spirit that Tyr was hearing his words, he bowed his head and took in a deep breath, his shoulders slumping and his body relaxing to a position of servitude and humility.
" Father." Arakiel's voice called out louder than a whisper. " I want ta' help Lyon an' I know that he is not the most innocent o' men. His past is enshrouded in the ways o' devils, but I see nothin' but his try fer the good. Help him Evenhand, help him redeem himself, as he has placed judgment upon himself and has realized the errors o' his past. He chooses the path he is on now out o' fear, regret, an' the chance ta' be cleansed from the evils etched upon his bein'. Please hear him, please let him make amends 'for I believe no man should ever fall from grace an' never know the light again. Please I beg o' you, as yer servant, ta' guide me in helpin' him reveal the Truth, an' help him come forward inta' the light o' Judgment. Be Merciful o' Lord, for he knows his errors. Show him that the path he has taken is not one without meaning 'er hopelessness. This I plead o' you, as yer servant, as yer son... as yer student. "
Arakiel's heart thumped against the inside of his ribcage, his prayer resounding throughout his thoughts, his beckoning for salvation to travel outwards and in. Though he was faithful, he knew he was also without knowledge of Tyr's perception of Lyon. What did Tyr conceive to be the true Judgment of Lyon? What sentence would Lyon serve for his trial? Regardless, Arakiel had strongly decided to make sure Lyon would stand in defiance against his former self and whatever devils plagued his soul. He would help him in his fight, and help him regain his footing as a man of good. If he as a Tyrran, stood for the man, perhaps Tyr would know that Lyon was a man worth saving.
Arakiel let his questions and concerns fade from his mind, and he meditated. The calm emptiness that filled his mind, soothed him, as he let his proclamation to the High Priestess Wili Jorino from the past few days ago, serve as the dropped anchor into the sea of his troubled thoughts.
" My soul belongs ta' Tyr."
~Killthorne~
