[ Many, many more. The assault on Orr, the airship crash... There were too many to count. Too many lives in his hands.
Regardless, he marches through the open doorway, which leads into a sparsely populated gallery room. On one wall hangs a portrait of Riel, Gixx, and Almorra--leaders of each of the orders, co-workers of his in the Pact. On the opposite wall hangs a portrait of Rytlock, Zojja, Logan, and Eir--Destiny's Edge, the guild whose goals aligned with his.
There are eleven busts that line the path to the other side of the room, six on each side. Trahearne doesn't look long enough to know exactly who they are. His firstborn siblings.
Ravens nestle in the branches of the grand marble statue at the far end of the room--a tree carved of pure white, seemingly growing from the floorboards beneath it. His vision briefly scans the birds, but none of them have red eyes. And that can only mean there are more rooms. ]
...I'm scared.
[ He whispers this, frozen in his spot. These are the people that knew him. He's terrified of what they're going to say to him, because he knows they'll be right.. ]
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[ Many, many more. The assault on Orr, the airship crash... There were too many to count. Too many lives in his hands.
Regardless, he marches through the open doorway, which leads into a sparsely populated gallery room. On one wall hangs a portrait of Riel, Gixx, and Almorra--leaders of each of the orders, co-workers of his in the Pact. On the opposite wall hangs a portrait of Rytlock, Zojja, Logan, and Eir--Destiny's Edge, the guild whose goals aligned with his.
There are eleven busts that line the path to the other side of the room, six on each side. Trahearne doesn't look long enough to know exactly who they are. His firstborn siblings.
Ravens nestle in the branches of the grand marble statue at the far end of the room--a tree carved of pure white, seemingly growing from the floorboards beneath it. His vision briefly scans the birds, but none of them have red eyes. And that can only mean there are more rooms. ]
...I'm scared.
[ He whispers this, frozen in his spot. These are the people that knew him. He's terrified of what they're going to say to him, because he knows they'll be right.. ]