"...Well I looked my demons in the eyes,
laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me.
You see, I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you kind of bore me."
There's a lot of things that can kill a man,
there's a lot of ways to die,
listen, some already did that walked beside me.
There's a lot of things I don't understand,
why so many people lie.
It's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged."
Empty by Ray LaMontagne
Rhydin is a place of change. Fortunes are made and lost on the predictability of change in Rhydin. Lives in countless tally sacrificed at the city's Altar of Change. People of all cultures, personalities, times, races come...some seeking to affect it, some to embrace it, others to get lost in it, and others still arriving unawares as a result of it.
He was one of those that came seeking it, seeking to affect it and change the cruel turn of fate in his life, our Barrister did. He rushed headlong into it, arriving within the city, thrown into its stewing with its unique mix of angels, demons, fae, monsters, healers and murderers alike. He came seeking to affect it, and as many, many others before him and since, got swept away in its unforgiving currents and became lost in it....and inexplicably changed by it.
The biggest irony of Rhydin was for the perpetual changes it affected in lives and lifetimes, nothing in Rhydin changed. Nothing ever seemed to get resolved, or remain resolved for long. Chaos reigned unfettered. And peace was no where to be found.
His life had become a series of games and puzzles, mysteries and mayhem...games that could not be won, puzzles that could not be solved, and mysteries that would not be unveiled. He was a tired man. Tired of playing the game that was stacked against him, tired of chasing after meager clues to puzzles, tired of the mysteries and mayhem that insisted on maintaining their grip on his life. He was a tired man...worn and weathered.
Lucien stood in the front foyer of the empty townhouse and swept his attention over the place that served as his residence and office. Rebekah was gone by the time he had gotten home from the shipyard. In the front hall, in the middle of the chess board field, with ivory and onyx armies lined up and ready for battle, he left a red jewelry box for the Setite. Earlier that evening, notes were sent to Kate and Sylvia by way of the page boys he relied on.
The Barrister left his residence, secured and warded the townhouse and started down the road to one of the stables where a horse was waiting for him. Gwyr was away on another assignment, which meant he would be left alone at the Compound.
laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me.
You see, I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you kind of bore me."
There's a lot of things that can kill a man,
there's a lot of ways to die,
listen, some already did that walked beside me.
There's a lot of things I don't understand,
why so many people lie.
It's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged."
Empty by Ray LaMontagne
Rhydin is a place of change. Fortunes are made and lost on the predictability of change in Rhydin. Lives in countless tally sacrificed at the city's Altar of Change. People of all cultures, personalities, times, races come...some seeking to affect it, some to embrace it, others to get lost in it, and others still arriving unawares as a result of it.
He was one of those that came seeking it, seeking to affect it and change the cruel turn of fate in his life, our Barrister did. He rushed headlong into it, arriving within the city, thrown into its stewing with its unique mix of angels, demons, fae, monsters, healers and murderers alike. He came seeking to affect it, and as many, many others before him and since, got swept away in its unforgiving currents and became lost in it....and inexplicably changed by it.
The biggest irony of Rhydin was for the perpetual changes it affected in lives and lifetimes, nothing in Rhydin changed. Nothing ever seemed to get resolved, or remain resolved for long. Chaos reigned unfettered. And peace was no where to be found.
His life had become a series of games and puzzles, mysteries and mayhem...games that could not be won, puzzles that could not be solved, and mysteries that would not be unveiled. He was a tired man. Tired of playing the game that was stacked against him, tired of chasing after meager clues to puzzles, tired of the mysteries and mayhem that insisted on maintaining their grip on his life. He was a tired man...worn and weathered.
Lucien stood in the front foyer of the empty townhouse and swept his attention over the place that served as his residence and office. Rebekah was gone by the time he had gotten home from the shipyard. In the front hall, in the middle of the chess board field, with ivory and onyx armies lined up and ready for battle, he left a red jewelry box for the Setite. Earlier that evening, notes were sent to Kate and Sylvia by way of the page boys he relied on.
The Barrister left his residence, secured and warded the townhouse and started down the road to one of the stables where a horse was waiting for him. Gwyr was away on another assignment, which meant he would be left alone at the Compound.