#nosgothpillarofdeath

[the-ancients-son]

You see the teenage Death Guardian staring at some human laborers working in the Citadel's high garden from a distance. He seems entranced, his cheeks flush, chewing on his pinkie nail.

As Janus walked around the citadel, he spotted a certain guardian watching the garden. He decided to have a little fun and snuck up behind him. “Boo.”

[rahab-of-the-sea]

“Nobody’s seen you in days.” - nosgothpillarofdeath

@nosgothpillarofdeath

Slightly lowering his head as the other spoke to him, Rahab knew it was a point to be made.

“ Forgive me for my absence. I had some business to attend to in regards to some lowly vampire hunters that stumbled into my homeland. “ Placing a hand to his chest and slightly bowing in apology, Rahab spoke softly not giving away any shred of emotion in his words.

[uralterengel-blog]

So, not only did Sanguis flutter off to the Brotherhood and became besties with the EL PROBLEMATIC Death Guardian? But now they gonna go and be all buddy-buddy with the undead vampire version of their band leader? Y’all.

@sanctusintima @seelenverschlinger @nosgothpillarofdeath

[littlewolfofnosgoth]

The Pillars

The travel felt lonely after Mae left Vorador and the Cabal to explore the land that was kept from her - both sheltered mortal life and trapped in Meridian. Truly, she’d forever be part of the Cabal, yet their absence already made her homesick. She promised to visit during her exploration, once they inform her of their next sanctuary. Even her brothers and sisters that joined Kain’s command will be visited. Somehow...

Traveling next to the mountain range proved beneficial. Roads were easy to tread, small villages rested near the river that she could sneak in to feed. Being in the wilds was ever refreshing; even dashed through the land as a wolf in glee. The thrill made the lonely travels worth it. 

With a vast world to discover, it felt incredibly overwhelming. However, gazing to the north she remembered what laid there - the ruined Pillars of Nosgoth. Countless tales from both Vorador and Solus about the Pillars, how glorious they were before the corruption. And great sorrow when they fell. Now was the time to finally witness the remains of that dark history.

After another day of travel, she arrived. The land desolate, stone structures crumbling in decay, the air was filled with an uneasy aura. This was indeed a scar upon Nosgoth’s history. Shifting back to her original form, she advanced onto the steps. Golden eyes stared hard onto the black-stained pillars, cracked and shattered across the area. 

“Such destruction...if they reached beyond the clouds,” Mae paused, staring up above the clouded skies, “the magnitude to destroy them must’ve been tremendous...”

@nosgothpillarofdeath

[the-ancients-son]

“I wasn’t crying.” - nosgothpillarofdeath (teenage Mortanius again)

“It’s ok if you were... it just means you’ve reached your emotional limit. I’ll back off if you want me to though...” He let the young guardian have a bit of space, not wanting to come off too strongly.

[the-ancients-son]

Continued from: https://nosgothpillarofdeath.tumblr.com/post/185508103348/theres-a-seven-year-old-death-guardian-staring-at @nosgothpillarofdeath His smile went to concern. He approached some, but let there still be distance as he sat down. “Are you alright, young one?”

[rahab-of-the-sea]

"If you're not too busy, I'd like you to accompany me on an excursion to the Pillars." - nosgothpillarofdeath

@nosgothpillarofdeath

The Sarafan warrior had been hunched over a table with a map before him. When he heard the others voice, there was almost a sense of relief on Rahabs face as he turned and looked at Mortanius.

“ I’m just re-re-re-reviewing plans for the next battle. I wouldn’t mind accompanying you on this journey. “ It was always an honor to converse with Mortanius as Rahab gathered his helmet from the side and stepped forward.

“ Where may I accompany you too? “

[the-ancients-son]

‘don’t say that about yourself.’ - teenage Mortanius (nosgothpillarofdeath)

“I’m... only joking, I know I’m good enough,” he mustered a smile. He wasn’t a fan of showing his insecurities, sometimes even to those he’s close to. Barely anyone knew of his fear of not being good enough, and he didn’t intend for many to find out.