|Championed by the Hero:||Lyonhardt|
|Motto:||"Chaos dwells in everything"|
The Story of Lyonhardt
Edited: 1964 g.e. [24, September 2014]
This is still a work in progress, mind you. I have written up to the establishment of our guild. If you were not directed here from my chronicles, it is recommended that you first read the story written there. This is a continuation of that same story.
Return to Godville
It has been little over a day since my life was forever changed, my life snuffed out by those I once called family. It is my own mother's blood that I am cleaning from my spear's blade. I cast a glance over to a bloody sack, its macabre contents beckon me to fashion a keepsake weapon from my mother's bones.
The sun has yet to rise on this bloody night, the night of my rebirthing. A single night is all it took for my vengeance to be sated, and for that single act it seems I offered my eternal soul to a wicked sorceress. She is watching me, as I cleanse the last of the crimson from the spear's edge, like a viper would its prey.
"Tis a thing of beauty, is it not?"
I turn my attention towards where She stands. I imagine this mask I wear was enchanted in some manner, allowing me to see from my eye yet the whole of my scarred half-face remained behind the white steel. I wonder if there is any regret within Her for not being able to restore what I was. I let myself take in the beautiful darkness that She is and know that I would be damned to make the same choice, for all of eternity. I have become little more than a ghoul dressed in fanciful armor, entranced by Her very essence and unable to break myself of it. I look to the crescent moon though the broken windows and know that, as surely as the sun will rise, I now belong to Her.
"You will come to your own, my White Lion. You will learn to find the passion in shedding and sharing blood."
Her tongue traces the edges of her lips as she speaks, turning from me and beginning to walk away.
"There is but one task I require of you. Do it, and I shall give you pleasures beyond your mortal mind."
She extends her hand towards mine and beckons me to stand with Her. She weaves a story of this world, of how the forces of good and evil are ever in conflict. Normally, as a being of chaos, She flourished as the world around her despaired. Something has changed, however, and the feud between the light and dark may finally be reaching its end.
"There is a prophecy, of sorts, that speaks of the coming of the end. Whoever wrote it, however, may have been the vaguest prophet of all."
As She speaks, I begin wrapping my spear's shaft and stand to place it behind my back. She approaches me and touches the spear, running Her delicate fingers up its length until she takes it from my hands and ties it for me. She then moves to my front, cupping the edge of my mask in one hand before turning, soft wisps of raven hair brushing against my armor.
"I care not for the recent changes in this world, but it seems that gold is required for status. And status is what I will need to regain my former glory."
She lets her hand fall against the steel plating until it clasps mine.
"I think, however, the acquisition of this commodity will benefit us both."
A Dance of Carnal Desire
The woman before me was on her knees, gasping for breath that would come with agony. I raise my spear in a triumphant manner, knowing that I had won this bloody dance. My prize was a golden brick and whatever coin the wounded woman had. I wonder if I should offer to any of the prize money, if for no reason than consolation. I see my Lady in the shadows of the spectator stands, looking upon me with satisfaction and something more ... dangerous. This was not my first acquisition of these bricks, but was definitely the most satisfactory way of obtaining them. Something had awakened in me, and I liked it. I offer her a brief acknowledgement before I make my way out of the Arena and into the city. Three other opponents would fall to my spear or the ax I crafted from my mother's remains before I realize the nature of my Lady's feral gaze. She found pleasure in the violence I partook in, captivated by the ferocity of my attacks and determination to achieve victory. My first defeat was at the hands of a righteous champion who held a certain renown from the crowd of our fight. Although we took the best from each other, his wounds seemed to mend faster than I could inflict damage. After the judges declared it a tie, they offered each of us a healing item to fight until a winner was decided. As we stood apart for our final strikes, I noticed that my opponent had suddenly began to glow in a golden light. Rushing towards him, I arc my body into the air and thrust my spear downward into his chest -- but my attack was repelled as that golden light streamed from his hands and barreled into my own chest.
Wild cheering ensued from the Arena as the judges prematurely counted me unable to fight. A group of individuals surround my opponent and carry him out of the Arena, praising his victory and preternatural ability.
I clutch my spear and leave the coliseum myself, nearly running into a dark-skinned elfling and her human companion. The two made an odd couple, but who was I to judge creatures of Godville? I was an unholy half-dead encased in monochromatic armor. My thoughts are interrupted as I notice that the elfling had turned to look in my direction. She was quite beautiful, as elf women typically were, but there was something else that distracted me for the long moments before her friend called out to her.
"Excuse me.. but are you Lyonhardt?"
I am leaving the city as a woman approaches me from behind. Her skin is like porcelain, smooth and pale wrapped in rags and bound within torn leather. I offer a simple nod, knowing that most people expected me to possess a voice and expecting no less from her.
"My name is Anafi-el. Your lady-friend asked me to find you."
My lady-friend? I know only one being that would classify as such -- my dark Lady. I nod, once more and relax my stance slightly, moving my hand to where my mouth should be and then making an 'x' motion.
"Right, they mentioned that. I'm supposed to have you go with me to the Guild Offices -- um, to apply for a new guild license."
I tilt my head to the left, studying the strange creature before me. Did she really expect me to believe the words of a complete stranger? Still, she had sought me out for some reason ... and, despite my recent loss, I still felt confident that ... should this woman play false ... I could remedy the situation easily.
A Guild is Born
As I open my eye, I feel the pressure of someone's head on my plated chest. Confusion takes center in my mind as I see my Lady, though asleep, barely clothed in dark linens and loosely wrapped around my form. As if aware that I was awake, Her body stirs and soon I find Her lips a short distance from the steel I wear upon my own face.
"You nearly succumbed to the abyss, my Lion."
Barely brushing Her lips against the metal, She pulls herself from me and slowly slides from the makeshift bedding. What ... had happened? I do recall the beast's final, feral attack, but nothing after. I find myself standing before realizing I was even moving, catching a thin smile dancing on Her lips.
"Am I not a welcome sight to you?"
If truth be told, the answer I would have given may have spelled the end of my miserable life. I gather my weapons and fasten the ax to my side. Before I reach my spear, I feel her body press against my back and her hands fastening the pole-arm to my armor, her thin fingers lacing the leather and cloth around fastened straps of pliable steel.
"Is all that you desire now the blood of those who live?"
It is better if she believes such, so I simply bow my head to her. I wait for her next words, but the silence that fills the dark alley became almost too oppressive for my senses. I turn from her and begin walking towards the town's gate. This town was familiar to me, yet still clouded in a haze of vagueness. I know this is where I met my first death, where my *mother* sealed my accursed fate with her own hands. I hesitate for a moment as I see the familiar form of a human woman -- the elfling's human companion. Her clothes were a creature of chaos in and of themselves, as was her haphazardly dyed hair. I catch myself wondering where her friend was before I turn my gaze towards the sky.
A voice I recognize, belonging to an earthbound angel, stripped of her wings -- the very same woman who had joined me on my quest for the better part of it.
"Sorry about bailing on you.. my Lord needed me to find a reality check for him."
Did the angel hear the words that came out of her mouth? I am sure, despite not having any features on the white steel of my mask, the implication of her stupidity was there. I look away from her and point towards the town's exit. We had a long trip back to Godville, to establish our small band who'd face a coming apocalypse.
At least, that's what the angel told to write while we were filling out the application:
Although the character and his Goddess were inspired by a song from Within Temptation, Sireine has her own song, as sung in our world by Blackmore's Night. The song in question is called Darkness, from their Autumn Sky album. The following is an excerpt from it ... a link to a youtube video is at the bottom, as I do not own the copyrights and do not have permission to upload my own version of it to share.
Once upon the dark autumn night
I was so very far from sleep
I longed to walk beneath the stars
Into the wood so dark and deep
Neither myth nor fairy tale
Could keep me from the path to the maze
But eyes upon me I could feel
Hidden in the shadows watching always
Something in the darkness pulled me deeper
Something in the madness eased my mind
Was I awake or was I dreaming
Cut the strings that bind me to mankind
Blackmore's Night, Darkness