A piece of the lost tale of Silogath, possessed by the shiny shield of Larmbesi, he died to the executioners blade and his tale was never finished.
Silogath coughed into a bloody rag and stumbled , he was having a coughing fit. People in Idapur wandered by looking at him . He pulled a small green bottle from his clothing and greedily drank the mixture tonic within. His fit subsided. He wandered the streets in a strange daze...
Soon finding a dark alley he crawled into it and from his back he pulled his shiny shield of Larmbesi , the reflection on it danced before his eyes, his face within the shield was old , his mouth and skin covered in red sores...
"Shiny shield... What have I become?"
The shields reflection shimmered, and there was Silogath's face looking out at him, the face was unrecognizable at first, but when Silogaths milk coated eyes cleared he saw his own face, young and healthy looking .
"Let.. me.. be.. you.. " a voice came from the shield.
"Yes...yes...but not now, it is not time" Silogath hissed into the reflection, the shield danced with light and a picture appeared moving across its shimmering face.
A man was riding alone in a forest , and around him were many wild dogs, there was a brook and when the rider and horse entered into the water they came out as if men. Then as like snakes they fell to their belly's and slithered across the ground , the man on the horse had no face when he washed it within the water.
The shield faded and alone again in the dark alley, Silogath fell into a deep sleep.
