As Bruynzeel continues to berate himself and his long and deadly past.
A strange image fills his head. Of the two moons in both eclipse and crescent shapes. The sun just starting to line up with them. And then a very familiar tune plays in the background growing louder and more distinct.
One he had heard untold number of times before. The chimes of his precious music box. The last gift of his dead father. The sun continues to line up with the moons.
The light of day goes redish and then a dark purple shade as if dusk has fallen on Nirn.
The music becomes louder but it also becomes directional. He turns in his vision to discern its location. He is transported to the stables just outside of Markarth. Which surprises him greatly as he can tell he is no longer in the vision it is real.
The music of his precious heirloom continues in his head and seems to be coming from behind the hills in front of him. Wafting in on the breeze as if still in the dream. Then a thought without voice echos in his mind. "You must not just train, you are to lead them. It is your path to the honor you seek."
If he was to lead, he would again have to face those demons of his. The thrill of the kill, the satisfaction and revelry of the hunt. His younger brother would say something off the wall at this point. Enigmatic and more full of deep truths, than shallow lies. And someone who always seemed to have the right advice, not the right situation.
Bruynzeel quickly decides to see if...
"Yes! His scent is in the air, he is around here somewhere." looks around and seeing the youngest son of the stable boy cleaning a stall and says. "Excuse me, Jacob right?" approaching the young lad. "Yes, sir I am. My father is just in the house if you need a horse." Purrs then states "No I was wondering if you could take a message to my friends while I take a short walk down the path here." pauses and the boy looks thoughtfully but seems restless. "Look, I will give you a septim for your trouble." Pulls a shiny coin from his sleeve. "And if you do it quickly, I will talk with your father when I return. About how proud I was of you for helping me and give you both one more each."
A strange image fills his head. Of the two moons in both eclipse and crescent shapes. The sun just starting to line up with them. And then a very familiar tune plays in the background growing louder and more distinct.
One he had heard untold number of times before. The chimes of his precious music box. The last gift of his dead father. The sun continues to line up with the moons.
The light of day goes redish and then a dark purple shade as if dusk has fallen on Nirn.
The music becomes louder but it also becomes directional. He turns in his vision to discern its location. He is transported to the stables just outside of Markarth. Which surprises him greatly as he can tell he is no longer in the vision it is real.
The music of his precious heirloom continues in his head and seems to be coming from behind the hills in front of him. Wafting in on the breeze as if still in the dream. Then a thought without voice echos in his mind. "You must not just train, you are to lead them. It is your path to the honor you seek."
If he was to lead, he would again have to face those demons of his. The thrill of the kill, the satisfaction and revelry of the hunt. His younger brother would say something off the wall at this point. Enigmatic and more full of deep truths, than shallow lies. And someone who always seemed to have the right advice, not the right situation.
Bruynzeel quickly decides to see if...
"Yes! His scent is in the air, he is around here somewhere." looks around and seeing the youngest son of the stable boy cleaning a stall and says. "Excuse me, Jacob right?" approaching the young lad. "Yes, sir I am. My father is just in the house if you need a horse." Purrs then states "No I was wondering if you could take a message to my friends while I take a short walk down the path here." pauses and the boy looks thoughtfully but seems restless. "Look, I will give you a septim for your trouble." Pulls a shiny coin from his sleeve. "And if you do it quickly, I will talk with your father when I return. About how proud I was of you for helping me and give you both one more each."