The Harlequin Tale: Part I – The Old Crusader

Harlequin, Pt. 1 - The Old Crusader I
Some of the greatest tales begin with an ending…

Thus starts this photo-story series. I’ve spent some time pondering how I want to capture and present this recurring daydream of mine, and in many ways it is still in the works; this may not even be the final version of the sequence. I will assert, however, that while I have been undoubtedly influenced by many works (I’m big in the soci-psyc field, so I really can’t deny it), that this is an original stream of consciousness of my own and that any resemblance to other plots or elements is evidence to the Jungian concept of a universal mind. Or simple coincidence. Pick whatever candle better lights your way.

Finally, if you’re just interested in the photos and fashion, feel free to gloss over the text and scroll to the bottom for outfit, pose and location details.

Harlequin, Pt. 1 - The Old Crusader II

The only holy lights that burned within the cathedral now were the small array of candles resting on the Pricket stand. A heavy sigh escapes the lone caretaker as he reflects that the hearts these red-stained votives are intended to represent no longer seem to exist.

Harlequin, Pt. 1 - The Old Crusader III

Every creak, rustle and groan of his worn armor echos back at him as he passes the dusty pews; vaguely, he recalls when the sound of murmured greetings and soft prayers rose from the velvet seats as he walked down this very aisle. With each passing day, the memory fades a bit more, and from time to time he questions if it even occurred at all.

Harlequin, Pt. 1 - The Old Crusader IV

Standing before the Good Book, his heavy fingers carefully drag across the thin leaves. Somewhere, there was an answer to this emptiness. There had to be…

Harlequin, Pt. 1 - The Old Crusader V

His vision blurring with fatigue, the old crusader turns away from the podium and kneels down before the altar. Dry, strained lips begin to recite as he struggles to find strength-

“Our Father, who art in Heaven,
Hallowed by thy name-
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done
On Earth as it is in Heaven.

“Give us this day our daily bread,
And forgive us… forgive us-…”

Harlequin, Pt. 1 - The Old Crusader VI

The paladin wavers before faltering in his stance, coming to roughly rest on his hindquarters. He cannot ask for forgiveness, not for the trespasses made by the people, nor can he pray for them not to be led into temptation- the blasphemers were too far gone to be delivered from evil. Setting his helmet aside, he places his aching head between his hands, trying to refrain from weeping.

Harlequin, Pt. 1 - The Old Crusader VII

Drawing in a deep breath, he somehow manages to pick himself up and slowly shuffles to the prie dieu. Earlier, he had thought that donning his former garb as a holy warrior would perhaps provide insight into how to fight the wickedness consuming the land; instead, he found that the weight of the armor only weighed down his aged form and reminded him of the burden upon his soul. His knees sink into the cushion as he begs for a message- a plea for his efforts years ago to not be in vain.

Harlequin, Pt. 1 - The Old Crusader VIII

With his head hung low, a few clear drops run down the ravines of his face. As he goes to to wipe them away, the liquid catches the light just so that he turns his head and rests his eyes upon the Child.

Harlequin, Pt. 1 - The Old Crusader IX

The man rises to his feet once more and moves toward the sacred image. His mind steadily contemplates what rests before him- the Child was the first form of the Lord, whom bore the message to the people. Then… perhaps it is in the children there will be an answer.

The lines of his face draw upward as a smile forms- the old ways may have come to an end, but something new was about to be born out of them.

The Old Crusader - A

This dude was a bit hard to put together because there are not many ‘old’ skins out there in SL, let alone male ones, and I was striving to stick with what I already had in my inventory. I worked on using the shape to show age, along with discoloring the armor. Overall, I’m pretty happy with how this part of the sequence turned out, as while he looks aged, he does have to live a number of years longer before being anywhere close to decrepit.

Outfit: King’s Armor from ::: Bare@Rose ::: [tinted]
Head: Caunatha(Male) – Helmet from BOXED HEROS [de-shined]
Eyes: 30-diseased eyes-dim blue from edge grafica [free]
Skin: Xavier damage_2010 Group gift – Bald_Scars from *Muism*
Pose: Photo I – Preg-Holding On from [Long Awkward Pose]
Photo III – The lustinian from [Long Awkward Pose]
Photo V – Rawkstar11 from [Long Awkward Pose]
Photo VI – Emo-Bloody Hell from [Long Awkward Pose]
Photo X – Rawkstar8 from [Long Awkward Pose]
Location: Basilica Cardinale

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~ by Terry Toland on July 8, 2010.

6 Responses to “The Harlequin Tale: Part I – The Old Crusader”

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