[RPG] [SL]Einar's Final Request Granted...

[Eiyrn]

kathleen stalnaker wrote:
> <i>Hoshi entered the jail cell...alone.  She looked at Einar and then 
> away...a million things going through her head...this was her 
> husband...she loved him...and in minutes he would die by her 
> hand...for she was trained well in the art of death...and she would 
> not watch him suffer in deah as he had suffered in life...so this 
> would be quick and for the most part painless...though no death is 
> truly painless...she would not leave this to a man with an axe or a 
> gallows...for those sorts of deaths were as much about the pain they 
> caused as the death they caused.  She approached Einar and touched his 
> face and leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips and whispered in 
> his ear...</i>"You will always be in my heart...May the gods wrap you 
> in their arms and travel with you in beauty as you begin a new journey..."
>
> <i>A few swift motions and Hoshi's blade found it's mark...piercing 
> Eianr's flesh...opening an artery in his leg...she slid to the ground 
> with him and held him close as his life slipped quickly away...she 
> held him and whispered...</i>"I have granted you your final wish...in 
> death may you find your peace Einar."
/His mouth tried to form words they refused to make... he was not sure 
what it was he was trying to say anyways.  A bright light opened to him 
and he was held and cradled walking into with Hoshi by his side.  Maybe 
that was his sister, friend, confidant, soul mate that was beside him 
now... before it all went wrong, before it all went bad.

In the light was 3 men, each pertained at one time or another that they 
were his father.  They fought, they argued, they accused each other... 
and they did so over him.  As they did so he seemed to get smaller and 
smaller in their presence.  He couldn't understand them but it made him 
feel like he was less and less.  It seemed the after life was to be as 
demeaning as the life he just left. 

There was screaming behind him more that he couldn't understand like 
everyone was speaking a language he was not privy to.  He was grabbed 
roughly and pulled violently away from his startled three fathers.  He 
was placed on a gradual cover with... not blanket, a blanket would never 
make him feel this soft and warm...

He tried to laugh facetiously at the fact that he was being rescued from 
his Patron aboard the symbol of his Patron... but again the sound would 
not come and his lips moved noiselessly.  Soft whispering in his ear 
calmed him even as he felt his legs being bound... maybe it was not 
going to be so bad after all...
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