Post by rageofnocturne@aol.com on Jun 16, 2015 17:52:38 GMT -5
Vilkas had come to leave the temple of Svol where he lived with Raelgil his fiance. He had told her he just needed to go out on a venture for himself as it was something he needed to do alone. He head out fully clad in his armor with his war hammers on his hips and a shield upon his back the strong Paladin made his way out into the snowy night traveling from the temple. He ventured on wards for many days through the Knockskulls braving the unforgiving blizzards and even less forgiving wild roaming beasts.
He ventured from the south of Alzorc up through the Knockskulls to the far north heading for Modirfjall, the Mother Mountain. As he ventured onward he slew many a beast and defended himself against many a threats. He stayed a night within the Gaping Maw itself and was indeed visited by the ghost of the long dead giant. He stood fast, tall and strong defending himself against the ghosts wrath until day break when it vanished and he himself was allowed to finally relax from the trial. He left the Maw bloody and bruised, his armor however was clean, upon its exterior and bloody within from his encounter with the ghost.
He was strong but still he was mortal. As he pressed on another night came to pass where he came to rest in the snow is where he stayed as he was immune to the effects of the cold weather he wouldn't freeze to death. He healed himself of his supernatural wounds and got some sleep that night only to wake in the morning to continue his journey to Modirfjall. As he pressed further along he had finally come to make it to the base of Mother Mountain. Once there he took a moment to rest himself before he began to dig through the ice here and there until he dug up the old Shrine of Rig located there. He after cleaning the shrine of more ice only to kneel before it and began to pray to Rig himself. He would pray long and hard forcing himself to remain awake as the days and nights passed. Upon the 5th day of praying did something finally occur. The shrine began to faintly glow with divine energies before a force exploded from it sending Vilkas sliding back 7 feet from the shrine. When he lifted his head he saw a man. But by all the stories and being a Zorcan he would know whom this was.
The figure was large, had long hair and a beard, was very much indeed muscular from what showed under the sun glowing armor the figure adorned. His hard stare peered like daggers into Vilkas' very being before the being spoke--" My child, you have traveled so very long and far from those you love into such isolation. And to only uncover one of my many forgotten shrines. For this i thank you, but also must task you with the cleansing of this shrine.... Your travel has been long and hard and full of dangers which you have stood up against. But now can you find the strength to face my corrupted Herald who has desecrated my shrine." --the words were more of statements rather than any forms of questions. And when Vilkas looked around the force of the appearance had come to reveal many paladins, dead and frozen in the ice and snow of Modirfjall. He narrowed his eyes then looked upon Rig himself and then stood to his feet-- "I will my lord. In your name I shall face whomever has done this to your shrine." --he said as the figure stepped back and sat levitating over the shrine itself-- " Then so be it my child. Your foe is closer than you think...." --he said when very suddenly Vilkas was assaulted by the sudden stab of a Rimefire blade the cold bothered him little however the burning seemed to really strike a wound to the Dragonborn who turned with a grunt and a growl pulling his war hammers free and striking with Rejavik to clash with the blade while the Warmaster struck into the shield of his opponent. Vilkas knew the enemies weapon would, if allowed to strike him repeatedly, end him sooner over later. He fended off the weapon time and again with his hammers blow for blow before the blade was struck straight for his center. Caught Vilkas' eyes shot open and he was impaled upon the blade in his chest. The Herald grinned under his helmet a he forced the blade deeper through the mans body. Vilkas grunted as he struggled to continue breathing-- " You......lose...." --he said to the Herald who lifted a brow and opened his mouth to speak only for Rejavik and the Warmaster to smash the mans head being struck in from both sides simultaneously.
The Herald fell over in death as did Vilkas. Laying in the snow his weapons within his hands, his vision blurring as the rimefire weapon burned his flesh and insides he could see. The figure of Rig moving forward and onto him as he began to see blackness-- "Very good my child...you have defeated the evil here, but will you fall before you can cleanse my shrine?" --he asked as Vilkas spit out blood and released is weapons then gripped the sword and removed it from his body and struck it into the earth-- " In.....the.....name.....of....Rig......i....reclaim.....this......shrine...--he said then fell onto his chest in the snow. Out cold he lay dying, growing so cold and near his end as the figure smirked watching him and faded away with some final words-- " Rise my Harbinger...your work is not yet complete....you will fight on until your time is truly at its end." -- As the figure of Rig faded away its final portion glowed bright and fell upon Vilkas healing the man of his wounds and instilling him with the holy energies to make him stronger than he thought he could ever be.
He ventured from the south of Alzorc up through the Knockskulls to the far north heading for Modirfjall, the Mother Mountain. As he ventured onward he slew many a beast and defended himself against many a threats. He stayed a night within the Gaping Maw itself and was indeed visited by the ghost of the long dead giant. He stood fast, tall and strong defending himself against the ghosts wrath until day break when it vanished and he himself was allowed to finally relax from the trial. He left the Maw bloody and bruised, his armor however was clean, upon its exterior and bloody within from his encounter with the ghost.
He was strong but still he was mortal. As he pressed on another night came to pass where he came to rest in the snow is where he stayed as he was immune to the effects of the cold weather he wouldn't freeze to death. He healed himself of his supernatural wounds and got some sleep that night only to wake in the morning to continue his journey to Modirfjall. As he pressed further along he had finally come to make it to the base of Mother Mountain. Once there he took a moment to rest himself before he began to dig through the ice here and there until he dug up the old Shrine of Rig located there. He after cleaning the shrine of more ice only to kneel before it and began to pray to Rig himself. He would pray long and hard forcing himself to remain awake as the days and nights passed. Upon the 5th day of praying did something finally occur. The shrine began to faintly glow with divine energies before a force exploded from it sending Vilkas sliding back 7 feet from the shrine. When he lifted his head he saw a man. But by all the stories and being a Zorcan he would know whom this was.
The figure was large, had long hair and a beard, was very much indeed muscular from what showed under the sun glowing armor the figure adorned. His hard stare peered like daggers into Vilkas' very being before the being spoke--" My child, you have traveled so very long and far from those you love into such isolation. And to only uncover one of my many forgotten shrines. For this i thank you, but also must task you with the cleansing of this shrine.... Your travel has been long and hard and full of dangers which you have stood up against. But now can you find the strength to face my corrupted Herald who has desecrated my shrine." --the words were more of statements rather than any forms of questions. And when Vilkas looked around the force of the appearance had come to reveal many paladins, dead and frozen in the ice and snow of Modirfjall. He narrowed his eyes then looked upon Rig himself and then stood to his feet-- "I will my lord. In your name I shall face whomever has done this to your shrine." --he said as the figure stepped back and sat levitating over the shrine itself-- " Then so be it my child. Your foe is closer than you think...." --he said when very suddenly Vilkas was assaulted by the sudden stab of a Rimefire blade the cold bothered him little however the burning seemed to really strike a wound to the Dragonborn who turned with a grunt and a growl pulling his war hammers free and striking with Rejavik to clash with the blade while the Warmaster struck into the shield of his opponent. Vilkas knew the enemies weapon would, if allowed to strike him repeatedly, end him sooner over later. He fended off the weapon time and again with his hammers blow for blow before the blade was struck straight for his center. Caught Vilkas' eyes shot open and he was impaled upon the blade in his chest. The Herald grinned under his helmet a he forced the blade deeper through the mans body. Vilkas grunted as he struggled to continue breathing-- " You......lose...." --he said to the Herald who lifted a brow and opened his mouth to speak only for Rejavik and the Warmaster to smash the mans head being struck in from both sides simultaneously.
The Herald fell over in death as did Vilkas. Laying in the snow his weapons within his hands, his vision blurring as the rimefire weapon burned his flesh and insides he could see. The figure of Rig moving forward and onto him as he began to see blackness-- "Very good my child...you have defeated the evil here, but will you fall before you can cleanse my shrine?" --he asked as Vilkas spit out blood and released is weapons then gripped the sword and removed it from his body and struck it into the earth-- " In.....the.....name.....of....Rig......i....reclaim.....this......shrine...--he said then fell onto his chest in the snow. Out cold he lay dying, growing so cold and near his end as the figure smirked watching him and faded away with some final words-- " Rise my Harbinger...your work is not yet complete....you will fight on until your time is truly at its end." -- As the figure of Rig faded away its final portion glowed bright and fell upon Vilkas healing the man of his wounds and instilling him with the holy energies to make him stronger than he thought he could ever be.