9 bells and the colors are flown low over the water. As I stand at the helm watching the crew go about their business, I feel my darkness flowing out of me. For the past two weeks I've lived with this evil... I had hoped that it would forever lie dormant within the deepest darkest dwellings of my soul, but since Ilor's sudden bloodlust, it has arisen to once again fulfill it's purpose. To watch and guard over Ilor... be it to protect him or others from him. As a Guardian of the Ancient Black Guard, I've sworn to uphold my post. So, here I sit... waiting until the next Ilor bursts forth into a ragging torent. I hope that day shant come.
Admiral Lord Cochrane · Wed Sep 29, 2004 @ 05:08am · 0 Comments |