Threads Of Destiny(Eastern Fantasy, Sequel to Forge of Destiny)

yrsillar said:

The walls drew her attention more, painted on them were a pair of murals, they seemed to depict a stylized battle. Tracing the scene with her eyes, it seemed to depict a kind of story. At the beginning ill equipped folk were pressed by strange enemies, it was a bit difficult to tell what they were meant to be, with masses of different shapes, some like beasts, some like humans, some that Ling Qi thought might be dragons of a sort. They all had the same eyes though, deep and black, standing out from pale skins and hides.

As the story progressed, she saw the ill equipped people joined by a depiction of what she took for a mighty ice spirit, paired with a figure of blazing sunlight driving back foes with wind and ice and light. The ice and snow flowed into the image of a mighty host clad in strong armaments, with female figures soaring above, and men in white robes among the soldiers, radiating sunlight. On the other side then, showed what Ling Qi thought was meant to be a series of fortresses or great walls of ice and iron crewed by proud soldiers. All under a sky of shifting color, it showed battles with the black eyed foes, ending at last in a great wall of flame that roared from the earth, burning the last of the enemies to ash.

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yrsillar said:

Facing forward, toward the center of the room, was the visage of a young man, bright and smiling, with a crown of sunbeams in his golden hair. On the right of the columns was the face of a red bearded man, whose visage was wild eyed, his teeth bared in what seemed more a snarl than a smile. Last was an old and withered man, whose carved flowing white beard flowed into the art lower on the column. The man's face was deeply wrinkled, and his sunken eyelids implied that nothing lay beneath.

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yrsillar said:

"It is as you see around you. The three aspects of the sun are the three aspects of men. Joyous, inspirational Koliada, Lord of the dawn, Raging, mercurial Perkunas, the Stormbringer, and the wise, mysterious Crowfather, who walks beyond the Gates. A man who raises his hands to other men has allowed Perkunas to master him, giving in to his natural tempestuousness and rage. Such a man cannot stand among the suntouched, for he is open to the whispers of the Outer Night."

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yrsillar said:

"Yes, it is a hard thing, but they are not quite men as we are, yes? Their beast souls protect them from the whispers of Night. They cannot be suntouched, but their ways do no harm, so far from the Gates"

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yrsillar said:

Arranged around the room, she saw three statues of iron, their heads near the ceiling some five meters up. On the left was a young woman in rich furred regalia. A spiked crown similar to what Jaromila had worn in battle rested on her head. A scepter was clasped in her right hand and raised toward the roof. Her left hand clasped a sparkling orb of crystal to her chest.

In the center was a mature woman, whose hands held weapons of gleaming blue ice, a pair of axes, raised over her head. The mature womans expression was a defiant snarl and her hair hung loose and wild about her shoulders. Scandalously, the woman was garbed in only the hide and fur of some unidentifiable beast, wrapped around her shoulders like the cloak. The rest of her body was wholly bare and rendered in uncomfortable detail.

On the right was a crone. Hideous, with sagging jowls, a pointed chin, a bulbous nose and wild strawlike hair. The crone bent over a table and held a mortar and pestle in her hands. She was garbed in shapeless robes and furs, and her expression was a snaggle toothed smile exposing crooked fangs. A necklace of human skulls was carved hanging about her neck.

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