Damiynn
Fantasy Author
This is just a short piece of side work I just need a set of eyes on, thanks
Prologue:
The deep hollow mourning bells tolled over the city as the honor guard carried the shrouded form through the palace doors. The Dragonmaster, Van Edom, lay atop the bier for all to see as they walked across the silent hall.
He had died at the hands of the heroes out of the five lands, killed inside the Dragon Palace by their leader while the rest of his party lay dead about his feet.
Seven clerics of Urgass wearing blood red robes with elaborate black dragons stitched onto their backs followed behind, cowls low, their faces concealed in deep shadow.
Following the funeral procession was Torrac, the Dragon Highpriest. His large broad shoulders were slumped and his gravelly face was lowered, but his deep brown eyes were lit with a maniacal fervor. Unlike the clerics, his robes were simple, but he carried an intricately carved dragon spear, stained red with blood.
Crowds of commoners and an assortment of Dragonriders filled the hall, all watching as the body and its procession passed through.
A large funeral pyre was set in place in the center of the throne room where Van Edom had ruled. It was there they set the body.
At a signal from Torrac, the priests brought with them a young red dragon, about the size of a horse, still young enough that they could control it without using their minds.
Escorting the scarlet scaled dragon to the dais, it was placed next to the dragonmaster’s body. Torrac moved to the front, lifted his head and the staff high into the air and like the tolling of the bells, offered up loud mournful sounding prayer. As he finished, he gestured toward the acolytes and the young dragon drew in a deep breath, and set Van Edom’s body aflame.
Flames washed over the Dragonmaster’s body, melting it onto the pyre, sending it back to the fires that had created it and Torrac waved his staff over the burning flames, consecrating the ashes. Turning for the first time towards the assemblage, he offered up in sonorous voice, hope, hope that someday, Van Edom’s soul would be reborn again,
Prologue:
The deep hollow mourning bells tolled over the city as the honor guard carried the shrouded form through the palace doors. The Dragonmaster, Van Edom, lay atop the bier for all to see as they walked across the silent hall.
He had died at the hands of the heroes out of the five lands, killed inside the Dragon Palace by their leader while the rest of his party lay dead about his feet.
Seven clerics of Urgass wearing blood red robes with elaborate black dragons stitched onto their backs followed behind, cowls low, their faces concealed in deep shadow.
Following the funeral procession was Torrac, the Dragon Highpriest. His large broad shoulders were slumped and his gravelly face was lowered, but his deep brown eyes were lit with a maniacal fervor. Unlike the clerics, his robes were simple, but he carried an intricately carved dragon spear, stained red with blood.
Crowds of commoners and an assortment of Dragonriders filled the hall, all watching as the body and its procession passed through.
A large funeral pyre was set in place in the center of the throne room where Van Edom had ruled. It was there they set the body.
At a signal from Torrac, the priests brought with them a young red dragon, about the size of a horse, still young enough that they could control it without using their minds.
Escorting the scarlet scaled dragon to the dais, it was placed next to the dragonmaster’s body. Torrac moved to the front, lifted his head and the staff high into the air and like the tolling of the bells, offered up loud mournful sounding prayer. As he finished, he gestured toward the acolytes and the young dragon drew in a deep breath, and set Van Edom’s body aflame.
Flames washed over the Dragonmaster’s body, melting it onto the pyre, sending it back to the fires that had created it and Torrac waved his staff over the burning flames, consecrating the ashes. Turning for the first time towards the assemblage, he offered up in sonorous voice, hope, hope that someday, Van Edom’s soul would be reborn again,
You succeeded in creating a sombre atmosphere for what's happening, and, as is good for a prologue, it made me feel curious.
