Post by nemo on Oct 25, 2010 0:06:52 GMT -5
He stared over the city from his bedroom chamber with a look of satisfaction, one an artist gives after putting the finishing touch on his life’s masterpiece. The gray light from an overcast day painted his colorless skin an even more ghoulish tone, but could not penetrate the shadows of the crevices that wracked his face from age. A great pair of white eyebrows spread across his face like the wings of a giant eagle, his most distinct feature, dominating the rest of his visage as the eagle dominates his prey from above. His head trembled as he forced it into a nod, signaling for a quill to be handed to him. With the last remaining strength he could muster, Nestyre of Arancion signed his life’s work away, as if staring death in the face, but not fearing it, and breathing life into Daulan’s future.