Originally Posted by
ircgeek
Xarcabard.
A gentle snow falls from the sky, so gentle that it was like the dandruff of angels.
Like baby angels.
A motorcycle engine can be heard, and slowly, a figure on a bike appears in the distance. It comes to a sudden stop, and the figure steps off the bike.
Tempyst shakes the snow off of his leather jacket. It was snowing hard. Perhaps a little too hard. But this had to be done, and nothing would deter him. He removes his shades and squints at the looming formation on the horizon.
"Castle Zvahl," he mutters to himself since no one else was there. "I will break you."