They surrounded him now, the rotting faces of men he had once called comrade, of tradesmen who greeted him as he went about his patrol routes, of children that once played merrily and of criminals he had thrown in the dungeons, they now moved towards him, soulless eyes picking which part of him they would tear off first.
As one, the crowd of undead monstrosities surged forward.
The elderly forsaken opened his eyes, had he been dreaming. He had not, just simply remembering.
He was Executor Anthraxius now, not Captain Anthony Thracius, or Anton to his friends.
He pushed himself to his feet and looked around Brill, the tall, intimidating buildings, the statue of the Forsakens beloved Dark Lady, it was home to him, it was familiar, comforting even.
He stood in front of the inn, the occasional mutterings and barked orders of High Delegate Viatrix Verranos could be heard periodically from the upstairs office. With a small smile curling the lips beneath his beard, the Executor set out on a small patrol of Brill itself.
Passing the former chapel of Father Geriand Dusksworn, he took a brief look inside. Dusksworns former apprentice Lynnea Krause was busy at work organizing books, either in case Dusksworn came back all of a sudden, or into some order of her own fancy, he had no idea, while she was watched by the grim shadowy figure of Bearach Blackaxe, who simply offered a brief nod to the Executor as he passed.
As he passed the statue on his way to the labs, he spotted Shadow Marshall Montague and his second Anwell Mar putting a new group of deathstalkers through their paces in a small training area they had hastily set up, the pair nodded a greeting to the Executor as he passed, which he returned.
The labs were always interesting to walk past, he could hear Professor Black and Teorius Darkcast working hard on something, he hurried past, not looking just in case one of them attempted to get him to test their lastest concoction. They never had done before, but there was a first time for everything
Past the labs, he reached the Brill graveyard where he often ended his walks, reaching the familiar well looked after grave he often tended in his spare time. The name reading 'Lorana Thracius' was carved crudely, for there was no body in the grave, he had never found one, he simply wanted a place to honor her memory.
It was here he opened the locket chained to his right gauntlet, looking at the pictures inside, one showed a man his prime, the first touches of grey starting to enter his hair and well kept beard, so different from the unkempt mass he passed off as his beard nowadays. The other showed a beautiful dark haired woman holding a newborn, who would now be nearing thirty if he remembered correctly, by the light, had it been so long ago?
Before leaving the grave the Executor remembered briefly the girl he considered his other daughter, Claudine Ophelia Blackaxe, wife of Bearach, he wondered how she was, where she was and whether or not he he would get to see her again. With a weary sigh, Anthraxius turned and walked away from the grave, leaving his memories for another day.
Subject: Lost in Memory 
Mon Mar 07, 2011 12:19 pm
