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Reuban Zarathos
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The Pendulum's Calm Story Line
« Thread Started on Mar 22, 2007, 8:22pm »

Night,...ever the veil of one's soul that is burdened with the scars of past wounds.

Reuban approaches the large, high, double doors that lead into the Imperial Ballroom. Decorated in the most ancient fashion, as it was in the days it was built. Pillars of highly polished marble stand at either side of the entrance, as never wavering centurions, they bear witness to all who would enter this vast chamber, meant for the merriment of the people therein. But tonight, this room will be the setting of a most sorrowful night, as Reuban has come for the solitude that the hour presents, as knowing that all else are nigh within, and he proceeds through the wide doors as they moan their announcement of his arrival at such the time, as it is three bells past midnight, and he welcomes the sounds that reflect his emotions.

The night is still. A slight breeze blows through the trees and a thin line of clouds trespass slowly across the moon. The doors swing wide,......it's hinges bellow, rupturing the dead silence as all of Draconia sleeps. Reuban takes a torch from the outer most part of the facing that lines the doors. As he passes through the now gaping entrance, a light wind plays about his cloak, making it twirl and twist ever so sudden, yet barely noticeable by it's wearer. The marble floor of the chamber is Grey as the glow of the moon lays across its threshold. Reuban brings the torch to bear upon the sconce just inside the door, then the other, opposite itself. As the sconces come to life with the flames that sprout from their bowels, the chamber is lit. The light that fills the emence Ballroom is likened unto a wave, spilling forth to uncover it's hidden depths, it's colors, and more so,.....it's total emptiness. This, as much the feeling, he feels ever so much, that he feels he is welcome within it's entirety, and solic...............................

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Re: The Pendulum's Calm Story Line
« Reply #1 on Mar 22, 2007, 8:27pm »

(as per: Rasconza Nagru)

The unrelenting rays of the hot midday sun washed over Rasconza with its soft, healing light. With an air of displeasure surrounding him, the crowds parted and jostled to get out of the way as a startled flock of sheep, while the former baron proceeded on-wards without a bit of hesitation, his mind wandering in the turbulent thoughts that plagued his mind.

A breeze ruffled his dirty blond hair, and his hazel eyes seemed to be centered on the path ahead. His loose-fitting, black shirt billowed slightly in the breeze, wearing matching coal-black pants that were cut off a bit beneath his knees, revealing the simple sandals beneath. His clothing reflected the Dragonspirian’s mood to a fine point, and his darkened hazel eyes glared at on-looking passerby.

“Sir, do you care for some fresh fruit?” an unfortunate vendor moved into the absorbed man’s path, holding up a small, pure-red apple. Absentmindedly Rasconza ran right into the smaller man, knocking him back a few paces and startling a few shoppers, bumped by the off-balance man.

“No, thanks,” Del’Argo replied politely, but his tone had the fine-edge of a polished knife, and his glare thrust a dagger into the man, who reeled back and quickly made his way back to his fruit stand, scampering out of the street and breathing heavily, his gaze lingering on the mysterious newcomer who started again, and drew more than a few stares from the riled crowd.

Quietly he continued on his way, every so often throwing a quick glare at the many sets of eyes that watched him. He arrived to the edge of the city, where buildings grew scarce, and the streets were nearly empty from the floods of people that crowded them near Caer Dragonspire, in the Golden River District, where merchants sold their wares and the street was among the best places to shop.

“Why do they watch me?” he asked with a bit of displeasure, and the former baron swept down an alleyway, while a few curious shoppers peered down the narrow alley between two small inns, but it was deserted, the exit blocked by another large wall.

Quietly the man crouched on the side of a small building, staring out across a sea of rooftops to where Caer Dragonspire, built around the spire of rock that had earned the duchy its name, loomed ominously, and he blinked, before turning and heading back to the small inn he was staying at.

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Re: The Pendulum's Calm Story Line
« Reply #2 on Mar 22, 2007, 8:32pm »

As he continues on, further within the vast Ballroom, the sounds of his boots touching down upon the marbled floor, are as drops of water at the bottom of a well. Echoing up the beautifully refined walls of the room, Up, past the portraits of Nobles, and various Lords and Ladies of distinction within Draconia. Past the decorative wall hangings, and tapestries, portraying lovely maidens, honored knights, and as well, legendary creatures of myth. Further past the curlicue embellishments that adorn the corners of the crimson and gold trimmed walls. Even above the ever watchful cherubs that sit atop them. With naught, the slightest sounds other than his, Reuban is assured that he is,...utterly alone. Looking around, taking notice of his surroundings. The wallflower chairs that line the sides of the grand dance floor on three sides. For those who would sit out a dance, or in as much, for those who would simply attend such events as to be social.

After taking in the various aspects of the room, he positions himself in the center of the cool, hard floor. Then slowly lowers himself to his knees. For what seems to be but 20 minutes, just kneeling, as if his mind delved into the deepest reaches of thought, almost as if praying,..........Reuban looks up to the ceiling as if to appreciate the massive, sparkling chandeliers, he irrupts into a woeful, guttural moan. One born of pent up emotions that he has for so long kept, from all those he would call friends in the Empire. His past, but mere slight mentions within the ears of his fellow Draconians, he feels he has naught a single soul to confide in as to his most heart wrenching forlorn. So tonight, in the calm, still of the night, he comes to pour his tormented memories into these ever so empty walls........................................

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Re: The Pendulum's Calm Story Line
« Reply #3 on Mar 22, 2007, 8:36pm »

A moan, fades from the anguished vocal chords of a man who has come to a realization of the present. As if waiting for a reply from some unknown entity within the walls of the ball room Reuban sits silently upon his knees. The echo from his own voice, for a mere second, rocks his senses. And in this fleeting time, he wonders who, other than himself could possibly be in such despair that they could loose such a guttural cry from within their soul? And as fleeting as the thought, it was gone. For he remembered that it was he himself who had let forth such a woeful sound. And in this recognition, the reasons for this would come rushing inward to fill his mind once again. All those he would meet, all those he would befriend. Names, .... names now are no more important than the description of a facade, a ruin in it's prime. For the only one to have any thought of its existence is the one who would think of them.

Four, ... four bells past mid-night, they echo through the night as if they were the dead. Crying ever so violently into the night to foretell some evil administered against them. At the sounding of the final tole, Reuban lies down atop the cold hard surface of the marble floor within the great room. Silhouettes of the furniture dance in the light of the sconces as they burn their way as well to extinction. Everywhere there is a high polished surface, the glinting of light from the flames of the torches are likened unto the stars in the night sky. Reuban lays down his head into his arms, thinking of the days long ago when all those he thinks of would be close, wishing well, greeting one another in the fashion of the time. Wishing ever so boldly that he one day, may haps could return to share pleasantries as such with them. But as it is with all things of fancy, this too succumbs to the night and tiredness he feels from the long day. And as he dreams of times better had, Reuban takes to sleep as unconsciously as the memories fade from his thought.

Even the soul needs rest, all be it its time is more than naught, it still weighs heavily when it is neglected. And as he falls deeper into the embrace of quiet solitude, dreams of loves lost, take form to haunt him once again.

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