And a co op. A chapter actually quite quiet, no climax, I prefer to "let the smoking ashes of the words" as said Bertin. I'll see the replay.
No uncontrollable excitement, or depression in sight, rather a serene feeling to the titanic work that still expect.
Music Inspiration: Blade Runner Soundtrack by Vangelis
Chapter XXXI. Arnulf "Rabbit-Twisted "- The Gods rise
So many dead. They had lost the son of Adalrik this time. The Bulls played all the music that obscured their gloomy mood. "As the sky . He thought of all the dead. Fast-aurochs died in the first battle against the Southerners, he was so overwhelmed by his mistake that he had not even paid court worthy of the name.
Yet he was still alive, but also Alwin was not finished. Aelor had lost a battle, not war.
They had arrived on the old battle sites and the ground was littered with bones and a slime green and fragrant. The feet stuck to the dough lightly with grass and wood rot. The earth was sick and he sent a silent prayer to Verion.
- Earth-that-roars. It said much for himself as much as for his companions.
Alwin now crying at night when they went to sleep. He did not like that. Not because of the tears but because he could do nothing but wait it out. The nerves of the wife were strained, so many deaths. Moreover, she knew that the end of the quest would signify their separation. He did not know how all this would happen. His wife, he knew would not question him but he could live with the burden of secrecy?
The forest was immense and yet large burn marks covering her and thousands of trees had been felled. Dark shapes waving the edge.
They were deployed as and when they approached. Arnulf gave his final instructions. " Nobody goes into the forest! "
Aelor was waiting, alone. The bearded old man was perched on his horse, his head bowed and his back covered with a coat of feathers. Her eyes were sunken in their sockets and his face seemed melted in a strange helmet made in the skull of a giant crow with dark and inscrutable orbits. He seemed asleep.
He gently raised his head and his long mustache twitched.
- Forest deny me. She does not want me. I'm so tired.
Arnulf was amazed at the plaintive tone of the old man, he had expected to have to fight hard.
- Each morning, they come back and kill my darlings. There is not a single bird in the sky. They have all abandoned.
- The gods do not want you and your plans.
- Your gods are bad, they watch the men die and rejoice.
- The gods are gods, they do not have to be good or bad.
- You are a wise man for a Leo. But you understand the benefits of a land without gods? Where man is free.
- Quit your little speech. You do not try to remove the gods but to take their place.
Shamans arrived first line.
- The sanctuary is still intact, otherwise you will kill any magic on this earth.
- And life is magic!
- And death is magic!
- And the soul is magic!
shamans holding others in chorus.
- Shamans, priests, the first line to keep the sheep in the fenced area. I could become immortal, to rule over these lands and provide all the magic that poor people want. You also can?
He raised his voice.
- Anyone wishing to be a god, enter the forest and find the sanctuary! Go ahead, I do not forbid them.
- Nobody move, Arnulf ordered in response.
The old man looked at him with wild eyes.
- Gullible! Every one of you.
He turned to Guylhom
- and you first! You listen to an ancestral shade and you gave your life for what ? To never have a child to wander endlessly on earth alone? Enters the forest and get what you want, even it! She wants you so much already.
Orlamünde blushed a little but kept a stern face.
- Go home Aelor while Pylos believes in you, you might still have a career counselor, free men of your spells .
- Ah! Pylos. As if I did not care a political career. You will never understand anything in my power early. Finally, it is too late. They come in and I doubt they make a distinction. They are strangely angry all be cons human. Hey is not it at Pylos we shot the first Blessed Sacrament?
All eyes were turned towards Orlamünde but she shrugged her shoulders.
- What do I know. I have not seen in fact.
- My father has slaughtered his own, There are little. intervened Guylhom
Aelor burst into a loud laugh.
- And you blame me for me what I do to your gods. They were already angry before I arrived. "Avenger" they shouted. But if you let them they will reduce your world to dust. Burgan
Shamans were outraged.
- You shot the divine sanctuaries?
- not us, beliefs wither, some leaders do not see the need to keep trees in the city.
- Trees? Woe to you! These are the Gods that you killed!
Aelor laughed away.
- Hey! Come back! Orlamünde shouted.
Shamans and Chiefs Burgan had returned Guylhom cons as if it were responsible for the slaughter of some trees.
A hubbub arose and tried to calm Arnulf shamans when the ground began to tremble
- It's over. Alwyn whispered a small voice.
He turned and attacked him a terrifying vision. Two huge trees near, they crushed everything in their path. Creepers swayed and plunged over men Ravens, catching the flight, the gutting. They tried to submerge, without the colossal success.
One was holding a huge sword of bone and the other a large hammer with which he crushed several birds at once.
Aelor advancing towards them, serene and no stop laughing.
Southerners began to panic, the men threw down their weapons and fled. Even Burgan did not led off and Arnulf felt fear him gnaw your guts.
Wiley approached.
- We will go home. We can do nothing against the gods angry.
- And Aelor?
- He is already dead and he knows it. You by cons you must remember that the gods have said. Go! Will embrace earth rumbling.
- Do not go, I beg you.
Alwin implored him with tears in his eyes.
- Gotta go my dear. Know that you gave me as much happiness as a warrior can dream. ... I told Leah that I come and see. If this is not flesh and bones will be in a dream and that I will dance at the ball for his twenty years.
She turned from him, unable to watch it go. Arnulf
felt his legs trembling as the huge wild creatures approaching. He realized that it was not really trees, just gigantic creatures covered with bark, ivy and vines alive.
Lightning began to fall from the sky dark, striking birds that were out of reach. Orlamünde was clutching the arm of knight scintillating.
He approached them.
- I will meet them as I have been asked the gods. I do not know if you need to come but it would please me.
Guylhom smiled.
- You know who is left with a large white sword?
- No. The other could be Furn, the god of wrath and thunder.
- Saint Royan, no less. I do not think I will hurt is not it.
He seemed to speak to someone else. Men
South were decidedly strange but he liked it he was nice and had courage.
- The Virgin?
- In my opinion she would prefer "princess." Guylhom said, smiling.
- Prin-cess?
She turned her head toward him and motioned that she was following. They went
to meet the Gods. They had almost finished the remainder of the combat army Aelor and eyeing the old high. He died with dignity, without a cry. The giant had called Guylhom Royan Saint caught it and swallowed it, just like that. Arnulf found it strange that the man who had caused so much turmoil on Earth could disappear so easily.
the Giants looked ready to hit and then lowered their weapons.
- Son! said St. Royan
He stooped and passed his hand gently before Guylhom. He fell to his knees and raised his hands to his face, screaming. Blood flowed between his fingers. Orlamünde frightened knelt beside him, shouting "Let ! Leave it! "but withdrew her hands when her face was back as before.
St. Royan smiled.
- She awaits. he said. His voice was covering too much wind howling. Furn
it had lost interest in them. It continued to rain down lightning and his face was red with anger despite the green color of her hair.
Arnulf entered the woods with his companions. The trees on the edge were marked with axes and swords, but the more they dug into the woods the forest was more dense.
Lianas sometimes descended toward them, turning them around like a dog sniffs and then recanted.
He brushed a bush of bay and gazed for a moment the clearing. A once beautiful tree was sitting in the middle. Its branches hung limply but he kept a certain majesty.
At his feet, three circles of land awaited them, everyone had a root that went around.
He felt a warmth go through her spine and blew lightly, letting the tension leave.
He motioned the others to follow him and they lay in graves dug for them. Arnulf
closed his eyes and thought of his children and his wives.
" House " murmured a voice before the roots do not contract and close the earth over them.
