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[Cyrus Skyfire]

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Cyrus Skyfire stood in front of Hanses Hostel watching as one of the soldiers, Altyd, displayed a new bow he recently
had purchased. Hearing someone approach him from behind he casually looked over his shoulder. A figured draped in a long robe with a hood drawn up over it's face stood there. Calmly the figure reached up and pulled his hood back revealing a face devoid of any emotion. The man spoke first.

"Are you of the Order of Sanctus?" he asked in a rather dull voice.

At first startled by the lack of expression on the man's face Cyrus did not immediately answer. Just when he started to speak againCyrus found his voice and managed to reply.

"Indeed I'am."

Nodding slightly the man said "Good. I'am here to turn myself in."
Surprised, Cyrus could only stare before he continued."Tell your King, Talon Skyfire, I wish to speak with him."

"My Father is gone and is not expected to return for many monthes. May I ask your name?" Cyrus replied.

"Tarothin Armunn, Lord of Dark Cove." He said with a look upon his face almost as if he was surprised to find himself in Sanctus at that moment.

His father had spoken that name before....
It was so long ago Cyrus only had a vague memory of it's connection.

"Perhaps you've heard of me?" Tarothin inquired.

Cyrus was stunned when he slowly made the connection in his mind. This man, Tarothin Armunn, had just walked up to him and asked to be imprisioned. If only every enemy of Sanctus would do that. Being unsure of any charges that may be brought against him, Cyrus stood there thinking a moment. Tarothin spoke again.

"May I be escorted to my cell now?"

Studying the man a moment longer he almost thought he saw a swift change in the mans facial expression.. it almost looked like pure rage.. but it was gone as swiftly as it appeared leaving Cyrus to wonder if he had truly saw it in the first place.

Calmly, Cyrus replied. "If that is your wish then follow me."

He led Tarothin to the newly constructed Courthouse that also served as the cities jail.
Removing a key from his pocket he opened the heavy gate that led into the jailhouse proper.

"Choose whatever cell you wish." Cyrus said as he motioned to the three doors.

Tarothin didn't so much as glance at the doors, he calmly walked up to the first door in front of him. Walking over Cyrus unlocked the the cells door and thought he heard Tarothin muttering to himself. Stepping into the jail cell Tarothin calmly closed the door behind himself and took a seat on the bed still quietly repeating those words. Sliding the key into the lock Cyrus heard it click and turned away to find a guard to stand outside of the cell to watch the "prisoner".
This was perhaps the strangest thing Cyrus had seen to this point in his young life. Cyrus looked back one final time, he could still see Tarothin quietly repeating "Redemption" and "Justice" over and over.

[Tarothin Armunn]

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Tarothin had no idea how long it was that he's been in the cell. He didn't know or care if anyone was near. He was in his own mind deep in thought. Never even realizing he was mumbling those words.

He looked a little to the left and spoke.

"Did I move wrongly?"

After a long pause and shifting his weight a bit to look to the right, he spoke again.

"The board could be reset could it not?"

After another long pause he felt like he was rising or the room getting smaller. "Hmm... " It took him a few more moments to realize he was shifting his form and snapped out of his daze long enough to go back to his true self. Well, the one he at least wished to call his true self.

In a sudden rage, he slammed his fist into the wall behind him, hardly noting the pain it brought. "This was foolish of me."

"THEY ARE THE SHEEP! THEY ARE ALL SHEEP TO BE USED FO..."

Quickly he shook his head and his rising anger diminished completely.

"I was foolish, but that was then, not now."

"The curse was just that.... the curse was just that..." then went back into a daze hardly noting his surroundings.

A chuckle escaped his mouth after some time. "Ahh Talon... it's a shame... oh so much would he have enjoyed this day..."

Then went back into a strong daze again where even after a little while drool dripped down his chin to the floor and only did he snap to attention when he started to choke on his own saliva.

"There will be changes..."

"Yes..."

"Yes..."

"Yes..."

"Yes..."

And continued to mumble that for sometime after until he fell asleep.