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His walk echoed throughout the cobblestone road. Mothers tugged their children out the streets and fathers escorted their families inside. The man bore a pendant, that of an intricately designed cross with several vines weaving in and out around the silver. A scarlet cape drooped from his broad shoulders. Its hem hung on the ground worn and torn. In one hand he bore a gleaming blade, unsheathed and lit by the moon. In the other he held an unkindly limb of yew. It was gnarled with a twisted grain of black bark. A torn scarve of blood hung from its edge.
Gabriel was no man, no man any of these commoners were farmilliar with. They revered his power and feared his ruthlessness, but loved his battles. For he fought the corrupt and tore down walls of fear only to replace them with his own mythical story. It was said that he was a great healer... A prophet some called him, but in all his killings people often refrained from refering to him as a holy man. Fire and Brimstone was his steed. He travelled swiftly and was limited by no element. His philosphies were superior, unable to be understood by the frequent. They often attempted to figure his ways, but they always dead wrong, or just dead...
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