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Tay Thormear · Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 1:40 pm Post subject: Changes

His body shook violently on the ground, the dreams were getting worse. Blood trickled from his eyes and nose, just like every other night. His body sweats intensely; a quiet growl came from his mouth every few minutes. He had told Tatiana he was visiting his daughter in the Underworld, in truth he hadn’t made it there. Staying in a secret spot, in the middle of nowhere, he tried to define his dreams and what was happening to him.

His body suddenly snapped up, sitting up straight and breathing heavily. Placing his arms behind his back and his hands on the ground he leaned back to rest himself. Letting his head fall back he stared into the night sky, looking for a picture by the stars. Breathing through his nostrils he smelt the peaceful night air.

“What is happening to me?” he asked himself. Each dream, skulls flashed before him and voices filled his head. Telling him time was up, not his time, but the time. He was growing more frustrated than curious, it had caused him to lose several hours of sleep each night, and to not be able to sleep beside his bride had begun to get to him.

He twirled a golden bracelet amongst his hands, remembering the bond between this one and the other. The bracelet was magically bonded to another that Tatiana –his wife- owned. This allowed them to find each other at any time, and in any place if they wore it. He quietly sighed to himself and forced it into his pocket. This must not involved her unless it has to, he thought to himself.

He felt different abilities coming on, not the ones he was use to. He couldn’t put his finger on it, he wasn’t apostate, he still believed in everything he ever had. He was still as ruthless as he always had been, or was he?

Ever since meeting Tatiana he had felt that he was softening. Not to slaughter and sacrifice, but to kill when needed. Beowulf still strived to fight and kill, but he wasn’t as out going to slaughter and murder as he had been. Had marrying Tatiana weakened him, or merely changed his powers? No, it had to have strengthened him, she was his positive side, the way she completed him had to have made him stronger. He was still as evil as ever, but perhaps now he would have to show it with new powers. Would his necromancy powers have to go, or could he live with them?

The dreams were beginning to drive him insane, there was nothing he could do but suffer. He had no idea where these dreams had come from, perhaps The Skulls? He had to wonder, after being apart of a recent raid that had defeated The Ebon Skull and allowed the Regulators to walk freely through Umbra, were they striking back? They hadn’t ever specifically chosen to strike at Beowulf, so why now?

There was only one way to find out, it wasn’t sitting in the woods alone. He had to travel to the temple of The Order of the Ebon Skull. There he would hopefully find his answers, and if not than perhaps he would find something else out.