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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rathan" data-source="post: 5163938" data-attributes="member: 1322">As the anger filled his senses and the red filled his vision something overtook Doren in an instant. Everything for him went black before him, and he lost his fix on Flintlok and reality itself. "This is not his time my son... this is not your time to play my role." Boomed a voice within his head and then all was silent.If it was possible for one to leave his body Doren was sure he'd just done it. He felt nothing and yet everything of a strange sort all at once. Blackness flashed to white and back only to loop slowly one color to the next of the rainbow and for the moment Doren was lost. However what those around him at the Pass could see was a sight truly meant for the Gods eyes only. Before the living elves and his fellow Knights Dorens body went rigid. arms outstretched and tossed slightly back behind his as his eyes burst open and a shooting bright light pierced the looming storm clouds themselves it seemed. His body, a temple to Blackmoor itself rose slowly off the ground and below him a web of sparkling white beams of heavenly white lights wove in intricate design below him. To some it might appear Doren was being taken by the Gods themselves to the heavens. The woven strands of light continued to pierce one another webbing a random seamless design below as Doren's body hovered above it. Before long the webbing outstretching fifteen feet in any direction below him. Below the mass of twinkling light the blood once staining the ground vanished leaving no trace of what the tribulations of war leaves on the earthen floor behind. Slowly his body moved in it's rigid position around the battlefield leaving only cleansed earth in it's place. Only the bodies of the fallen remain they were placed, each laid out, with hands crossed over their chests in neat honorable rows near where they had once laid in piles and bloody messes. For the moment it seemed Doren was in some control over this yet how was still left unknown. In Doren's mind however the red soon replaced with calm. All was serene here and for once it felt like Doren had peace in his heart. He saw his brothers face flash before his eyes, a smile dancing across his lips as well as his brothers in a happy childhood memory remembered. Flashing quickly to his father before his madness of drinking had set in and Doren was on his knee as his read him and his brothers a bedtime story. His mother's face looking down into his crib was next most likely watching him sleep as a baby with a wide mothers smile playing on her lips. For the moment all Doren felt was pure and unbridled peace. "I give you the power my child to cleanse thine enemy and bolster thine friends. Use it well my son, for your path from hereon in is drawn in the sands of time. You will know your place. Know peace my son and know that in pain comes sacrifice and with sacrifice comes happiness in one form or another."  the voice boomed once more and as the voice tailed off the light from Dorens eyes in the real world faded leaving him to see the cleaned and consecrated battle ground below him. As he took in the sight of what remained, he fell from the sky a short distance to his knees shattering the web to the four winds and with his head to the ground Doren wept outwardly. The feelings of happiness too much only to be stymied by the bitter reality of those lost now finally hitting home as he gazed upon them all in neat respectable rows. It was all in one moment, more than any man... even Doren, could bare. And so he wept.</blockquote>

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