PredatorX
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(Looking for a female to play the girl Rhiannon. May also be interrested in takers for the roles of Moiraine and Golgoth. PM me if interrested.)
For fourty years Culain had been withdrawn from the world. Hidden in the vale of shadows, deep in the forest. He was a shell of his former self but actually enjoyed the aging process. The joy and tragedies of his past was behind him now. He had found peace in the small cabin. He was close to fifty years old now and looked forward to each added year with satisfaction. He still trained with his twin silver blades each day and kept his body in perfect shape. Not much because he needed to but because old habits die hard.
Culain, once known as the best swordsman alive. Some of his peers even claimed he was the best swordsman that ever lived. That title was now Golgoth's. Golgoth, the immortal lover of the demon queen Moiraine herself.
Whenever Culain thought of her he still felt the longing and sadness in his heart. They had all changed. Being immortal was the surest way for corruption to creep into the soul. Being immortal and a queen, with ultimate power and no consequences for your action was a growing ground for evil.
Culain stood up from the table where he had finished his meal and went outside the cabin. The sun was setting and it grew increasingly dark. Something was not right. He sighed and went inside and took up his belt with the two silver swords in the scabbard. He attached the belt to his waist and walked out again just to find a young woman kneeling just outside the door. She was beautiful and her grey shirt was stained with blood. Culain examined her closer. She was exhausted and her eyes was closed.
Culain resigned to the fate that brought her to his door step and lifted her up with ease. He brought her inside and placed her on his bed and sat down to wait. It did not take long until he heard foot steps outside.
With no haste he rose to meet the intruders. There was only two of them and they where armed with swords.
They smiled when they saw him standing in the doorway. They saw an older man with beginning silver streak in his black hair.
Culain smiled back.
"We look for a girl. Did she come this way old timer." The man to the left asked.
Culain smiled as he noticed their hands on their sword hilts.
"She are resting." He simply said.
"Bring her out then or suffer the wraith of the demon queen." The man snarled.
Culain did not reveal the shock the words brought him. He simply smiled.
"Come and take her then and bring the demons with you whore sons." He said softly as he drew his swords. Feeling the adrenaline rush he hadn't felt for fourty years.
For fourty years Culain had been withdrawn from the world. Hidden in the vale of shadows, deep in the forest. He was a shell of his former self but actually enjoyed the aging process. The joy and tragedies of his past was behind him now. He had found peace in the small cabin. He was close to fifty years old now and looked forward to each added year with satisfaction. He still trained with his twin silver blades each day and kept his body in perfect shape. Not much because he needed to but because old habits die hard.
Culain, once known as the best swordsman alive. Some of his peers even claimed he was the best swordsman that ever lived. That title was now Golgoth's. Golgoth, the immortal lover of the demon queen Moiraine herself.
Whenever Culain thought of her he still felt the longing and sadness in his heart. They had all changed. Being immortal was the surest way for corruption to creep into the soul. Being immortal and a queen, with ultimate power and no consequences for your action was a growing ground for evil.
Culain stood up from the table where he had finished his meal and went outside the cabin. The sun was setting and it grew increasingly dark. Something was not right. He sighed and went inside and took up his belt with the two silver swords in the scabbard. He attached the belt to his waist and walked out again just to find a young woman kneeling just outside the door. She was beautiful and her grey shirt was stained with blood. Culain examined her closer. She was exhausted and her eyes was closed.
Culain resigned to the fate that brought her to his door step and lifted her up with ease. He brought her inside and placed her on his bed and sat down to wait. It did not take long until he heard foot steps outside.
With no haste he rose to meet the intruders. There was only two of them and they where armed with swords.
They smiled when they saw him standing in the doorway. They saw an older man with beginning silver streak in his black hair.
Culain smiled back.
"We look for a girl. Did she come this way old timer." The man to the left asked.
Culain smiled as he noticed their hands on their sword hilts.
"She are resting." He simply said.
"Bring her out then or suffer the wraith of the demon queen." The man snarled.
Culain did not reveal the shock the words brought him. He simply smiled.
"Come and take her then and bring the demons with you whore sons." He said softly as he drew his swords. Feeling the adrenaline rush he hadn't felt for fourty years.