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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fenris-77" data-source="post: 8284989" data-attributes="member: 6993955">Hah, yeah, first draft issues (stupid autocorrect). 'Depravity' there is a tabula rasa upon which your mind can inscribe things more horrible than my pen can limn. Here's part 2, Germany 1293...In the winter of 1293 a German monk named Gerhardt Kemmler had a dream in which a black raven, bearing a olive branch, came to him and told him that his God demanded he make a pilgrimage to Constantinople. For his many sins Gerhardt would not be permitted to travel by sea, or in any luxury, but must travel barefoot and by land. So, with the blessing of his abbot, Gerhardt set out from his humble monastery in Odenburg. He walked many long miles through the Kingdom of Hungary and through the lands of the Bulgarians. He was turned away from every door and offered no solace or succour. The freezing cold numbed his flesh and even the rocks of the land seemed to turn under his feet.Finally, starving and half mad, Gerhardt crossed over into the Byzantine Empire and took the road through the Nevyastata Forest. Gerhardt’s mind was clouded with visions of great black stone blocks and flocks of ravens blotting out the sun, and in a daze he wandered from his path into the dark heart of the forest. He stumbled lost and sobbing for many days until he finally found a path paved with smooth white cobbles that lead deeper into the forest. After a while he came to a clearing, and saw before him a great barrow made of black stone, upon which sat a kindly old man with a staff.The old man spoke to Gerhardt and told him that his God had taken pity on him and that his trials should end if he were to undertake one last task. “If you agree to this task,” the old man said, “here is hot soup from my cauldron, warm furs, and the road to your heart’s desire”.“What task is this?” Gerhardt asked, hope leaping in his breast.The old man smiled at him and said “A simple task, good monk, just to write down the words of your God in this fine book,” and he pulled from under his black cloak a wonderful tome, bound in black leather chased with gold and made from the creamiest white vellum. And Gerhardt agreed…</blockquote>

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