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[Morus McStravick]

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Dawn breaks high in the mountian peaks the light of the early morning finding its way into the opening of a large cave. Inside the remnants of a small fire smolder away, as the morning light fills the cave a giant mound of fur stirs. Beside it propped against a large rock a great blood stained axe rests waiting yearning for another day of adventure.
Images flash through his mind.. Days of old... fallen comrads... great battles.... then they shift...His wife her beautiful long flowing blonde hair, sobbing atop her roof garden looking to the sky....His son screaming angrily at the wind as it blows through his hair... He snaps up throwing the giant bear pelt form his muscular form, not being able to stand fully he crouches and slowly makes his way outside the mouth of the cave along the way his fingers trailing over the two carvings in the walls at the entrance...one side the head of a great dragon carved into the stone the other the symbol of his clan two giant war axes crossed.
Outside the cave he stands fully allowing his old bones to stretch... he brings himself to a crouch at the edge of the high ledge his crimson kilt blowing in the cold mountian wind, he looks out at the wide mountian range the wind howls about him and he shakes his head.
Again the wind howls and blows but he stands firm in his crouch a grim expression upon his face, he whispers into the wind...."They all think me dead father.. it is best i stay away."
Again the wind blows not quite as harsh this time almost soothing,
"Yes father these old bones still have the stength of my youth i am your son after all."
The wind howls once more and his Grim expression fades into sadness tears filling his eyes.
"Yes father my heart misses them but will they.... will she forgive me surely after all this time she has found another."
Again the wind howls knocking him back a step.
He stands fully the grim expression returning to his face and he roars back at the wind.
"No! The McStravicks are not dead they return... It begins with me!"
With that he turns his back in the wind and stoms back inside the cave picking up his great axe in hand he looks at its blood stained blade and through gritted teeth he whispers "Its time."
he staps his great axe to his back picks up his pack and sits infront of the smoldering fire watching the winding smoke thinking of home his wife his son.
calling on the Virtues to guide him home swiftly he whsipers....."Sanctum Viatas"
In the blink of an eye he is standing once again on the streets of Sanctus looking around there is not a sole in site at the early morning hour he makes his way past Hanses Hostel stoping infront of Castle Blackguard he stops looking up at its great walls he drops to one knee paying his respects to King Talon and his old friends before standing and making his way home.
Slowly he opens the door of McStravick Manor all is quiet.. the rush of air entering the house sends dust into the air the manor had lay empty for some time now, someone had been here recently however their foot prints were still on the floor, he climbed the stairs checking every room.. not a soul was in the house, he made his way to the rooftop garden surprisingly it was not overgrown. he begins taking some of the wooden benches about the garden and tossing them off the edge to the ground outside a satisfied smile on his face as he hears them slit into pieces.
Once his work on the rooftop is done he makes his way outside to gather the broken wood into a pile preparing it for a singnal fire.. He strikes steel to flint and a great fire ignites as he watches the smoke rise up into the sky.
He stands throws his head up and roars.... "We Are McStravick...We have Returned!"
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Morus McStravick
Clan McStravick
Cursum Perficio I accomplish my course.

[Toni McStravick]

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For quite some time she had remain where she could search her thoughts. Her mentor and friend, Alma, long passed from the realm. When her husband and brother both had vanished, she believed surely they had finally fought to the death.

Standing slowly, her ice blue eyes took in the surroundings of her camp where she had remained hidden from all. With a soft sigh and a slight nod to herself she began to gather her belongings. It was time...time to return home.

"Kal Ort Por" the mystical words softly rolling off her lips as she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she stood in front of Hanses. Her mind going over the many festivities held here. The nights of relaying tales from hunts and battles.

Her nose crinkled as an acrid odor wafted past her. Turning slowly she could see the black smoke rising in the sky. It took but a moment for her mind to register the direction it came from....the manor.

Confused and in a mild panic, she raced toward the smoke. As she reached the front of the house, her blade drawn ready to strike, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes glanced over the charred benches heaped before her.

Through the smoke, she saw the long unkempt red hair. Her breath caught but a moment, before she realized it was not a ghost which stood before her. The tears began to well in her eyes as she stepped around the fire, standing before him.

Staring up into his eyes, hers narrow slightly before striking him with open palm. All the anger over his disappearance suddenly giving way to relief that he was home. Her body crumpled into his arms.
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Lady Toni McStravick-Skyfire
Knights of Clan McStravick


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