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on_holy_groundDarius was up late, working on a new sermon in his office. He had been doing a series about the seven deadly sins, and this week the topic was about pride, but for some reason he was having trouble putting his thoughts on the subject into words. Pride was something that he had not really felt for a very long time, and as he sat there thinking, he couldn’t help but to remember the last time, a moment that had been the greatest in his life before he had taken his last quickening.
August 24, 410
Darius stood looking over the city of Rome, watching as the public buildings were torched, along with the bodies of those who had resisted. He had yet to wash away the blood that stained his hands and arms, but was in no real hurry to do so, preferring instead to watch as the great city was burned. He was proud of what he and his men had helped to accomplish here, but there was much more that needed to be done and they would soon be on the move again, marching to Paris, and then on to the sea.
Darius sighed softly as the vision of his past slowly faded from his mind. When he looked down at the mostly blank sheet of paper once again, he dipped his pen in ink and slowly started to write, his thoughts on the foolishness of pride finally coming to him on the wings of a memory.
[ooc: *clears throat then glares at pup* Darius wants it to be known that he is not proud of this moment in time now, but that it was the proudest moment of his old life and since he doesn't believe pride to be a good thing anymore, this would have to be it. Thank you for listening.]
August 24, 410
Darius stood looking over the city of Rome, watching as the public buildings were torched, along with the bodies of those who had resisted. He had yet to wash away the blood that stained his hands and arms, but was in no real hurry to do so, preferring instead to watch as the great city was burned. He was proud of what he and his men had helped to accomplish here, but there was much more that needed to be done and they would soon be on the move again, marching to Paris, and then on to the sea.
Darius sighed softly as the vision of his past slowly faded from his mind. When he looked down at the mostly blank sheet of paper once again, he dipped his pen in ink and slowly started to write, his thoughts on the foolishness of pride finally coming to him on the wings of a memory.
[ooc: *clears throat then glares at pup* Darius wants it to be known that he is not proud of this moment in time now, but that it was the proudest moment of his old life and since he doesn't believe pride to be a good thing anymore, this would have to be it. Thank you for listening.]
