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posted October 04, 2004 09:28 PM |
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Junior dismounted Beauty and looked upon the old Temple. The building consisted of compartments interconnecting with each other forming concentric circles, throughout the circular building. The Temple was enormous as it was also the living quarters for all that served the Temple. He walked around to the back of the Temple and entered into the West Hall where he found Calhoun still training.
He would address his friend with his departure.
Junior: "Calhoun. I have had a setback in my mission to restore the respect from our fellow guildmembers. Now I must travel to the border town of Gaerule and possibly into the heart of Syvall to the town of Saereas and perhaps even all the way to Raurian Mines."
He saw a look of realization and understanding in the eyes of Calhoun as if he knew the purpose of his mission.
Junior: "I'm sure that the others are too busy to come with me and I do not wish you to come. If we were to enter battle, you would wield nothing stronger than a dagger or quarter staff."
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gorman
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posted October 04, 2004 11:46 PM |
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*During the next day I awoke to a sunny day. As I roamed the streets of this new town with my cloak pulled low to cover my face I noticed how the city seemed so...lively. The people had no fear of others as armed gaurds roamed about on their patrols. Every so often I'd catch a glimpse of dark figures of people down ally's which led me wondering if they were the Hunter's or not. After losing them I had no clue where they were at this point. The terrifying thought of a dagger plunging into my back kept my heart racing for much of the time. Coming across a large building I looked around before deciding to venture inside to see what it's all about. Opening the large wooden doors I notice that, evidently, it's the Hall of Records where many sorts of famous people and other happenings are kept. As I roam between the aisles of books and scrolls I notice on one of the books a familiar name. As a matter of fact it happens to be MY name. Taking the book slowly off the shelf I open it. Skimming what it reads it evidently summons down to all the reasons for my running from my home. The way I lost everything I had. The reason for being hunted and accused as a criminal. Shutting the book my eyebrows narrow in frustration.*
Gorman: Why wouldn't they believe me?! *I whisper to myself*
Hunter 1: Perhaps, because as we know, you were set up?
*Looking up I see my pursuer's only about 3 feet from me, one in front and two behind me. Having sickening grins on their faces the slowly start to approach me, swords at the ready, waiting to plunge them into my body as they had done to my family. Glaring at the two behind me I throw the book as hard as I can at the lone hunter. Gasping from the shock of my sudden movement it hits him squarely in the face knocking him off balance for a second. That second is all I need to barrel him over and take off running with his two comrades in hot pursuit. Bolting around the corner towards the door I take a moment to pull the bookcase down upon my pursuer's. As the bookcase falls it creats a domino affect and thousands upon hundreds of thousands of books fall down. People get buried in the aisles and as I'm running out the door I catch a glimpse of the face of the librarian in complete shock as books are everywhere and the whole library is a disaster*
Gorman: Great...another tally on my criminal record.
*suddenly two gaurds grab me by the arms and stick the point of their swords to my throat*
Gaurd: You're comin with US bud!
Gorman: *sigh*
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Korejora
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posted October 05, 2004 04:16 AM |
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"I see," said Calhoun. He stood and walked past the paladin, sheathing his sword and showing absolutely no sign that he had felt weak and dizzy not five minutes before Alex had come in. He began walking down the hall of the West wing, evidently headed to the northernmost parts of the Temple where the clerics were; he walked steadily like any normal paladin. It was as if he wasn't sick.
"I will inform the clerical circle of your departure," he said, in his strong, quiet voice, stopping for a moment at the door. "...perhaps I was mistaken in believing you still had faith in me," he added silently before he disappeared from the hall.
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RedSoxFan3
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posted October 05, 2004 05:52 AM |
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OOC: The last post by AMtwis was at night. I'm going to reverse time a little bit.
Junior could sense the disappointment in his friend and was overwhelmed with guilt. He reconsidered his decision. Could Calhoun make such a journey? Could he defend himself? Whether or not he could, he decided he was going to bring his friend.
Junior: "If you have the confidence in yourself then you can come with me. I leave in an hour. I want to get a head start before nightfall. Meet me at the stables."
Junior left the Western Halls back outside and headed for the training grounds where he saw the new recruits jousting. It took him a minute to spot the half-orc amongst all the commotion, but he finally spotted Ang-Ho and called out his name as he approached him.
Junior: "Ang-Ho. I need someone to come with me to Syvall. I know you are too busy with these recruits, but I wanted to take the strongest, most skilled fighter with me on my journey. I think it would be great experience for whoever came with me. You know these recruits best. Who is the one most able to defend oneself."
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Korejora
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posted October 05, 2004 06:43 AM |
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After having told the clerical circle about Junior's plan to leave that day, Calhoun went to his sanctuary. Most paladins referred to them as living quarters but no one disturbed the clerics while they were in theirs, so that was how it was referred to for them. He looked around at the place. It was clean and organized, but was lacking slightly in personality, for he had few personal possessions here. There were several books stacked upon the table. Interestingly enough they were not holy prayer books, but historical books and one work of fiction. Although many holy men constantly studied theology, to Calhoun such things came naturally. His faith and strength was inside, not sought through objects such as books, prayer beads, and... weapons.
Although he had not been feigning strength when leaving the West hall, Calhoun was unsure of Alexander's decision to invite him to come along. Maybe he was fine, now, and true, it was not common that he had the vitality to train. But showing strength was not necessarily a good thing. For all he knew it meant that the sickness had found a way past his mental and physical defenses, and now he could simply not feel it. His gaze fell to the snake that he kept in his room. Though somewhat uncommon, it was a recognized practice to handle snakes in religious complexes, to prove first of all that what seems evil may not truly be dangerous, and secondly to prove one's faith. Over time the snake had grown accustomed to him, and he to it; it no longer felt any reason to bite him and was like a domestic pet. He took the snake out of its glass home and settled it upon his lap.
"What do you think, Jade?" he asked the serpent, so named for the colour of its scales. "Should I go?" It nosed his hand, looking for food and hoping he might have some. As he did not it lost interest and slithered onto the bed, coiling back into its sleeping position on top of the blanket. He closed the door to prevent it from leaving - there would be a bit of panic if an escaped snake, no matter how docile, ran about the Temple. "I guess that's a no," he thought to himself. "It's probably best that I don't go, anyway..."
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AMtwis
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posted October 05, 2004 07:31 AM |
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- I think Gunnar would be your man. That boy is both fast and strong, but actually, he lacks some brain capacity. If you just order him, he'll follow them to his death. I'm sure you can make his brain work, eh? Anyway, take Gunnar. Take this not with you, to show him that he is released from training until he gets home. Ang-Ho took a piece of paper and wrote a message for Gunnar on it.
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Shadowcaster
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posted October 05, 2004 09:10 AM |
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The young lich strode on, locked in a journey with neither a purpose nor a destination. He simply went wherever his feet took him. Sometimes he'd run, sometimes he'd walk, but one thing remained the same.
He was still all alone.
Had Lokali been alive, the boy wouldn't have survived for long in the harsh wastelands. Being undead had disallowed him to be free of his lonliness, but the boy somehow found the will to continue on down the unknown path that he had set. The drier it grew, the surer the lich was that his feet were leading him to the home of the barbarians. He'd heard stories of these savages, some true, some not, but all equally unsettling. He wasn't afraid, though, emotion was one thing he would never have to worry about, save for the painful tinge of isolation that had dulled his spirits from the moment he had been raised.
Dust hovered in the air in almost nauseating amounts. How did the barbarians live like this, he wondered? After a while, the boy had had enough, and, after looking around to make sure he was still alone, if only to ensure what he already knew, he began to glow with a foreign light. It was the first time he had ever used this magic unopposed, and the glow was perservering perfectly under his steady concentration. It was as if he had been taught by a master of the arts, but the child had not even lived long enough after death, let alone before, to have had such training.
It felt good to use his talents, almost as if something in him was released. With the isolation that he viewed as a blight came an intense freedom, a freedom that would last as long as he remained alone. But where did his purpose lie if he was alone? Without connections to others, Lokali could be of little use to the world and he would wander on, forgotten by those who knew him and unnoticed by those who did not. He could not let that happen.
Lokali now had a purpose. He would find a place where he belonged, where he could find the meaning that he had yet to discover in this world where he was now outcast.
But where to begin?
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TitaniumAlloy
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posted October 05, 2004 09:55 AM |
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Into the abyss...
It was a good thing the thieves guild was only on the outskirts of town, in the dark forest that was near the city gates. If the guild was in the city, they would surely be busts most days, even with the generous bribes offered to the Royal Guard. But this made getting into the town hard, because the guards kept pretty strict control over whose entering and exiting, having an especially keen eye for thieves. The easiest thing for them to spot was a bandit troupe of course, and the thieves werent about to have what happened last time.
Cedric entered the City gates first. He had a cloth over his face, not wanting to be recognized at the wrong moment. If the whole group entered at once, the guards would think they were bandits.
"Welcome, sir. Business?"the guard at the foreign gates inquired.
"My business is my own."Cedric grunted back.
"I see. Well, come on then. Open!"The gates creaked open, and the guard went back into the tower. Cedric entered, and headed straight for the Horse's Head tavern, situated in the southern slums.
Almost half an hour later, Knight walked up to the gates from a different direction. The guard came out again, seeming bothered.
"Well, yes? What? Go in! Open!"The guard said, and hurried back into the tower. Knight indicated to the others in the bush behind him, and they followed him in. This technique for stealthy infiltration was simple but brilliant, thought up by none other than the obnoxious Jon himself. Jon was one of the most skilled thieves among his kind, seldom seen and never caught, with a knack for brilliant techniques. The whole troup headed for the same place as Cedric.
So far, so good they thought, but that was because they hadnt seen the figure sneaking along behind them...
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Asmodean
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posted October 05, 2004 06:44 PM |
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All had gone as planned in the meeting.
Those who he had known would bluster and balk had blustered and balked.
But his well prepared arguments laid them on their heels.
Those who he could be sure of had expounded his 'virtues' and wit. His charisma and his fearlessness.
Yes the meeting had gone well. There was just the matter of the ballot to be held in three days time.
The Council of the Anointed would vote and whoever they chose would be the new Holy Commander.
It would assuredly be him, Sir Moridith Blackfist, Holy Commander of the Righteous Order.
The thought made him want to chuckle.
He had done everything he could, and the only one who might have opposed him effectively had taken himself off on a frivolous errand, and would miss his chance.
When Junior came back he would find the new Commnader would have less tolerances for his quirks and indulgences than Alexander 'Senior' had had.
And that thought made him want to throw back his head and laugh.......
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gorman
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posted October 06, 2004 02:55 AM |
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*As the gaurds walked me towards what I presumed to be the court I kept looking back in case the Hunter's where there. Seeing nobody that looked like them they kept me marching. Opening the large doors I saw an older looking man sitting on a high platform. Looking as though this was common he asked the gaurds*
Judge: So...what has this man done?
Gaurd: He made a disturbance in the library sir! Knocked down every blasted shelf in the place! Whole library's a mess. We don't know if there are any dead folk or injured ones sir.
*The Judge looked at me cross and stroked his white beard and finally sighing he said*
Judge: All right, here's his sentence. Ten years in prison and he shall clean the royal barns with nothing but his bear hands.
*As the gaurds snickered and the Judge gave a rather cruel smile I thought for a split second of escaping. Bad thing about that thought would be that the judge and 2 more people would be dead. Hanging my head in shame as they marched me to the Prison I noticed a rather odd bunch of people going into a tavern. As one of the gaurds slammed me in the back to keep me moving I shook my head and looked down again. Finally, arriving at the prison they placed me in a cell farthest from the door. They took my sword and throwing knives, they didn't find the dagger in my boot luckily, and placed them on a rack where all the other prisoner's belonging's were kept. The decaying body of some old man was sitting in the far corner of my cell. When I noticed it and the smell of death wafted into my nostrails I nearly gagged. Laughing the gaurd slapped my back*
Gaurd: Don't worry pal, he's only got another nine years to be here!
*Roaring with laughter they locked the door and had me stick my wrists through the bars they unlocked my cuffs and went back to their own quarter's. Lookin again at the dead body I leaned back on a make shift bed in the opposite corner*
Gorman: Today is definatly NOT my day. 
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RedSoxFan3
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posted October 06, 2004 04:31 AM |
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Frostway: "Don't bother I do not have the time. When you see him next just tell him to pack for a two-weeks travel and meet me at the stables in an hour."
As I left for my living quarters, I wondered if Calhoun would come. What if he didn't come? I would have shattered any self-confidence I had instilled in him earlier. What if he did come? Would he be able to make the journey and was it even necessary for him to come at all? I was stuck between to choices, I must meditate and talk to Her for guidance and wisdom.
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TitaniumAlloy
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posted October 06, 2004 10:09 AM |
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A ruckus well made...
The troupe entered the tavern inconspicuously, ad sat around the large table with Cedric.
"Well? What now?"Jon asked, frisky as usual, with a lust for action.
"Split up. I want this man found by this time tomorrow. Meet here again, report back. No questions, this has to be done now. Every second longer it takes, is a second of our time, and time is money. Go!" Knight said, snatching the mug of mead out of one of Jon's hands and pouring it on the floor.
"Oi! Watch yerself, Knight! I can drink if i like!"
"Shut up and go, Jon."
Again, Knight elluded them into a false sense of urgency. But really, he just didnt want them to spend this time as a catbugrlaring expedition. He did not object, however, to the swift pickpocketing that was inflicted on most of the drunk patrons.
They exited and split up, Cedric hurried off North.
Knight headed up to the bar.
"Excuse me. I was wondering if you'd heard of a new, bad guy to town, so to speak. Could you help me out?"
The bar tender turned around.
"There is a new man, caused a fair bit o' trouble... wait, I dun know you! Mind yer business and I'll mind mine. I'm not ratting on anyone who might get revenge. D'ya want a drink or not?" Knight sighed... he'll have to do this the hard way.
"Oh. I see. Do you have any... wine?"
"Wine? You want, Wine?! oh ok.. i'll have to go out the back and get it. Wait there.
The bartender went through the door behind him downstairs to the cellar. After Knight heard the door shut downstairs, he followed after him.
He opened the door quietly, to see the man bending down searching through the crates. Knight crept up and grabbed him around the neck, pulling out his knife in one swift motion.
"Scream for help and i'll kill you right here... Now you'll tell me who this new thief is you've obviously heard of, despite what you think could happen. Easy now..."
"Yessir, please.. please.. his name is gorman. Thats all i know I swear, please dont kill me, this man just came in, an imfamous criminal, please, I have a wife and two kids, plea-" Knight had gotten all the info he needed, so he beat him with his blackjack and left him unconsious. Tavern owners always get the first news. As if nothing happened, he left the tavern like his minions before him.
Knight was headed for the Town Hall, so he headed North. Where the other asassins went, he did not know, but he chose them because they were about as loyal and trustworthy as thieves come. He worried not.
It seemed this gorman was known already...
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Ghasketh
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posted October 07, 2004 06:16 PM |
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Watching the young Lich dither with indecision Ghasketh approached warily. Though he was immune to most forms of the blight the young mage carried in him, the intensity of Lokali's strength meant that perhps even Ghasketh himself would be overcome.
Clad in a black robe that hid his face, his neck hung with bones and carrying a staff topped with a rams horned skull Ghasketh made his voice deep and guttural.
'Ye arrive at a crossroads Edged One' he said, in the imitation of an Ogre's grunting speech.
Whipping round, and tensed to fiht or flee the young Lich considered me boldly. There was good metal in this boy, if it didn't go to waste.
'What do you mean old one sneaking up on me like that!' he piped. His young boys voice unbroken.
'Sneak did I? Well these be the lands of my people, so if there's been sneaking done, I reclon it was you that's been doing it'.
'I didn't sneak!' he replied. 'I'm travelling...to...'
'Ah young Edged One, you're not travelling by the sounds of it.
You're running'.
'I'm not runni-' he began.
'Ah but you are, otherwise why would a young boy like yourself wind up in a place like this. There's things that would snap off your young arms like twigs, and then beat you to death with the bloody end if they caught you unawares'.
'I'd like to see them try...' I heard him mutter softly.
'Well if you're travelling then I'll let you get on with your travelling, but I'm sure we'll meet again soon'.
'How could you know that?' the young Lich asked.
'Ah me boy. Bagabones knows many things'.
'Bagabones? Is that your name?' he asked. The unfamiliar speech sounding odd on his tongue, making him seem younger still.
'Well it's a name I've been called by some, and I find I like it. Now off with you young lad.
Oh and by the way'
They boy turned to me again.
'You might want to see what you can see from the top of that mountain' I said, pointing to the mountain that overlooked the land of Severya.
The boy turned to see where I pointed, and I found the edge of shadow I needed to Travel far away from here, but I caught the last words he utterered.
'Why, what will I see?'
Another string of the web in place perhaps I thought as I went to sit in session of the Necromancers council.
I kept the outfit on, an unpredictable leader is one that no-one is too sure of to turn on.
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gorman
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posted October 08, 2004 07:32 PM |
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*while sitting in my cell and looking out the window I notice that in the shadows of nearby buildings the Hunter's have situated themselves. Obviously waiting for the perfect chance to get at me. Sighing I slump back down to my cot and look at a nearby prisoner. He gives me a dirty scowl but it turns into a rather ugly smile*
Prisoner: Aye mate, what they got you here for?
Gorman: Disturbing the peace...
Prisoner: What be yer sentence? Do ye get to spend life like me? I used ter be a grave robber. They caught me diggin up the corpse of a wealthy old fool that died quite some time ago. What use is gold to the dead I said. But them damned gaurds didn't care. I offered to split it with em, but no. They threw me in jail and hoarded the gold themselves! They be just as rotten to the core as you or me eh?
Gorman: Aye...they're as cold hearted as a rock in winter...
*laughing the prisoner went back to staring up at the ceiling but his words had angered me. This man knew nothing of me and yet situated myself as "rotten" as himself. I've only done what needed to be done to make a living. Now I pay the price and I'm not exactly enjoying every minute of it*
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Shadowcaster
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posted October 09, 2004 01:53 AM |
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"What will I see?" said the lich, turning back to face the figure.
But it had vanished, lost from the boy's scope. Lokali understood not what he had been told, but his apprehension wavered as he stared up at the mountain that his curiosity would not let him leave to itself now that his hint was revealed. He still had within him the nature of a young boy, but his wisdom was far beyond such years would imply. The hardships he had endured served to shape the boy into what he was now. But Lokali had never dwelt much upon that trait of his, as it would have only driven him further away from those from whom he now fled. Wisdom was not of high value among the necromancers, mainly because they feared its powers of capability...because they feared revolution. The elders were content to rely solely on numbers to win the battles in which they grew entangled, and sought instead to hoarde all wisdom for themselves.
Within Lokali also remained a sense of naiveté, a constant opponent to the matured conscience that had dwelled inside of him since his last connection had fallen away. It had been easier to bottle up his maturity and let the facade that his outside maintained linger on the inside as well, but, no matter how hard he tried, the boy could never fully suppress the wisdom that threatened to isolate him further from the only home he knew. It was of little concern to him now, for Lokali had lost that home as well. With his fear now behind him, the clash between wisdom and innocence that had festered inside the young lich sprung up anew, and while he maintained his bravado of childlike naiveté on the outside, he released the wisdom that he had held within, now seeking purpose rather than acceptance above all else. It was better this way, Lokali rationalized. After all, he was now free.
It was, however, a hollow freedom as it stood, for it lacked purpose, but now the boy had a destination marked out for him. It was his first step in finding something that he assumed, even hoped he was meant to find, the first step he could take in the right direction. Yes, this path would lead to purpose. He didn't much care whether he was destined for good or evil; the purpose that awaited him atop that mountain would be fulfilled, and he along with it. The young lich headed southward toward his goal.
Perhaps he would find some answers waiting for him there as well.
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RedSoxFan3
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posted October 09, 2004 09:39 AM |
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Junior took a seat upon the mat on which he used to pray every morning and night. It was mid-afternoon, a time when he rarely spoke with Her. But such urgence, called for this unscheduled meeting.
He knelt down sitting on his shins and bent over touching his hands flat on the ground, closing his eyes. Oh Rahv... Come into my heart, into my soul. I wish to speak with thee. Alex rose upright to his feet in an upward clean thrust in a fluid motion, something which took months of practice. His hands were open arms spread out, staring straight up. He looked as he were reaching out to give his Goddess a kinly embrace. Such was the proper gesture to summon the ethereal.
A glowing figured appeared in the room coming down through the ceiling. The figure was nearly blinding to look upon. Frostway opened his eyes and saw the Mass of light nearing him. His eyes soon adjusted and he saw Her.
"Alexander Frostway!" She bellowed his name in delight, in full name as she always did with her beloved followers. "You have come to me again. What brings you to speak to me at this hour?" The question was always a rhetorical one coming from a Goddess, but such was the case with most interactions between the mortal and the immortal. He would answer the question out of ritual even though they both knew She knew the answer to his questions already.
"My Goddess!" he proclaimed, "The sword I must forge for Calhoun requires a Moxiel that may take a journey of two fortnight to acquire. I need allies to join me on my journey and I wish to know if I should bring Calhoun. He is weak and I am afraid he will not be able to defend himself if the worst is to happen." The paladin took a step back and fell to a knee awaiting his answer.
"Rise to your feet good Frostway. You do not need to bow to receive this answer. Look Me in the eye," the Goddess said with an encouraging tone. Junior raised his head and looked up into the warm, soft, light-hazel eyes of Rahv. There were no eyes he had seen, kinder, more beautiful than the eyes of Rahv. He had never looked into them until now, because it was frowned upon for a paladin to look into the eyes of his Goddess. But Rahv had offered this rare experience to Frostway and he nearly fell in love at the first glimpse of a moment. His heart-skipped a beat, his body weakened at the glorious sight. Many men, many palading have fell into sleep for years dreaming of nothing but the beauty of Rahv. Such was the danger in looking into the eyes of Her or any Goddess. He slowly rose to his feet keeping his eyes fixed upon hers. He was mesmerized as he stood up. His mind slowly regained focus. Rahv slowly waited for the stupid grin to leave Junior's face. The connection was much stronger between Goddess and paladin when eye contact was made. Rahv's consciousness became that of Junior. The link was so strong, he nearly saw himself through the eyes of Rahv. And with their psychic unity complete, She gave Junior the answer he awaited.
"Calhoun must leave with you on your journey. I sense a greater danger brewing on these grounds for your friend than in the trecherous lands to which you will travel. You know the danger of which I speak. Every day he loses respect from his peers. If you are to leave without him it may be too late to restore the faith you wish to return. He does not believe in himself to make the long journey. You must convince him to go with you while never letting him know of the dangers that await him on these grounds. Such information would be unbearable to his fragile confidence. I will be watching over you two. If you need help tell him that he will receive my greatest blessings. Your question has been answered. You know all that you must know. I bless you with the best of luck. Goodbye Sir Alexander Frostway."
Rahv smiled and departed instantly. Junior stood there startled by the sudden change in consciousness, by the incredible sight upon which few eyes were ever laid, and by the startling news put before him. His mind was filled with thoughts, thoughts of Her eyes, Her smile, Her beauty, but stronger ones yet were plaguing him, thoughts of bewilderment. 'My fellow paladins have not simply lost faith, but they are beginning to distrust him. How could they be a threat to him? How could they even outcast one of their own over not a single dishonorable act?' Now was not the time to fret for Junior. He left to address his friend.
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TitaniumAlloy
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posted October 09, 2004 12:10 PM |
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Deception leads to a very rough road...
"Can I help you, sir?"Inquired the Census officer, in a polite tone.
"I understand that there is a new man in town by the name of gorman. I'm sure you could help, point me in his direction?"Knight said in a persuasive manner, leaning on the counter. He couldnt help but see the small purse of gold near a stack of papers on the edge of the table. The town hall was a large place, giant domed roof with a painting of Deities depicted on both ceiling mural and stained glass windows. The man looked through his scrolls.
"gorman.. yes. he is enlisted here. But not where you want him, I hope to imagine. He is imprisoned downtown. I hope a meeting is all you were looking for, sir."
"Yes, this does complicate things. No matter, its a good thing you people keep track of these things. I knew it would come in handy."And with that Knight was out the door.
He headed back to the tavern. He would need all his men for this heist. They had pulled prison breaks before, but not like this. He saw that Jon was already back there. Surprise, surprise.
"Aye, cap-i-tan! Over 'ere! I heard some news. I couldnt find the man, but I heard that a newcomer has been booted into prison for making a ruckus at the library. Now i headed straight for this prison, and i see a flaw-"Jon started, calling Knight over.
"Tell me more tomorrow. We will discuss it as a team. Stop drinking, you insufferable fool and get to bed. I need us all at top capacity."
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The next day, the thieves gathered round the table in the private room. Jon lead the discussion for infiltration, with a map of the .
"Ok heres the plan, maties. The Guard's rotation of every station, marked here ->, is every 5 hours on a Waukeen Sundial. That means for every 5 hours there is a short period in between in which there is no guards at all stations. It is at this time which we work our magic. gorman is being held here ->, near the Wardens office. The Warden holds the key in his room, like any other prison.
Here at the west entrance ->, I will take out one of the guards during the first interchange at take his place, at noon. Then, two hours later at the interchange, I'll sneak forward and do the same with this guard here ->, who is guarding gorman.
Taking his uniform quickly, I'll hide the body and take the uniform back to the West Entrance. Knight, you wait there to recieve the uniform, and replace the guard at gormans cell.
Then if we can get the key from the Warden, then its smooth from there on. Got it?" Jon said, getting excited and the thought of pulling this. This was big.
"Great work Jon. We dont have time for questions now, this needs to be done today, because soon enough they will surely find the records of this guy, and he won't be living for long. The sun is almost overhead, so we best be going. I need everyone surrounding incase something goes wrong. I pray you are all prepared and rested. I know that this guy is worth the risk. The consequences of losing him is too bad, things arent exactly going well business-wise. To positions!"
They left the building with a sense of urgency and purpose. Just what Knight liked.
Turning left, he headed towards the prison the long way, to break away from the pack. He knew where it was, only too well. He had been in there. He knew the stench of it. He knew the pain of the cruel implements of torture. A mental image came to his head, reminding him of his 'visit' there, and a sharp pain was felt in the scar down his back. Knight pushed the thought out of his head, and continued on.
When he arrived at the prison, he climbed into the tree near the West Entrance. It provided good coverTaking out his pendant, he kissed it and prepared. He remembered the cruel face of the Warden, who laughed maliciously when the prisoners were tortured.
This times, it was personal...
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John says to live above hell.
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posted October 12, 2004 04:49 AM |
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Unbeknownst to Alex, Calhoun was also consulting a deity for aid. But this was a different Goddess. Not Rahv, but Her Sister. She was like Rahv but with a tinge of darkness, like the glow of the full moon in the deepest night. However, She was contacted by a somewhat different way to how Alex brought Rahv. When Calhoun had closed the door he put his hand to his heart, and covered his face with his hood, drawing his sword and making a circular motion in the ground. Then he placed the weapon on the floor in front of him, the blade pointing directly towards him. And then he, too, opened his arms as if to welcome an embrace, and the ethereal one came to him. She came down, beautiful but tinged with sadness, yet with all the joy of Rahv.
"Calhoun," whispered the Goddess quietly, as was Her own unique greeting. "Seldom do you Call upon me with such ire within you. Why have you Called me at this time?" He could not see Her face, for that was why he had put his hood down, but he could hear Her smiling. She already knew why She had been asked to come.
"I have felt how unsure Alex is," he said to Her. "I know he does not mean me any wrong, but I feel that he does not have faith in me. He believes that I can gain the respect of my peers if he brings me a weapon I can use with ease. But..." He continued to gaze at the ground, unable to find the words.
"But you feel as if it would be a lie," said the Goddess. "You feel that it would not be you that your fellow paladins would respect, it would be the sword." She put Her hand under his chin and brought his gaze to meet Hers as she pulled his hood from over his eyes, not asking him to look into Her eyes as Rahv had Alex. At feeling the warmth of Her touch, Calhoun nearly recoiled, realizing only then how sickeningly cold his skin had become in his illness. Then She touched his forehead, and this time the difference was apparent.
"See how feverish you are," She said to him. "The Dark has taken ahold of you. Your pain cannot be eased here; it can be and has only intensified. You must go with Alex." The Goddess did not wish to warn Calhoun of the danger that dwelt within the walls of the Temple. As Rahv had predicted, She sensed that his unease was too great. But She did not lie to him. There was indeed no way to cure him of his illness at the Temple.
"It is strange how, whilst associating Me with Darkness, the Paladins have an aversion to prayer to me. Yet you who are in darkness feel how I know It so well, and seek out my advice." She gestured to the sword he had lain on the ground in ritual, and it floated gently and sheathed itself.
"You will see that the journey you two will make will involve much more than the weapon that Alex seeks. Bring that which is most familiar with you - you sword and your friend Jade. And-" She was quiet for a moment to allow Calhoun to hear the footsteps that sounded in the hall, "-Alexander comes at this moment. My Sister has spoken to him, and now he seeks your audience. Farewell." Smiling radiantly as did Her Sister, She departed as Junior reached the doorway.
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That's the best part.
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Professional
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Lets get gorman....
"Wha-?! UGH-"Jon took out the guard stationed at position one, the West Entrance. He took the guards tunic off and put it over his shirt, followed by the Cap marked with the Signet of the King. The pants were plain black so they were not necessary to take off, and no one wanted to do that anyway. He dragged the body over to the bushes in a hurry, he suspected that the other guard would be back here in no time. Running back the other guard walked his way.
"Reporting for duty. Name?" Jon asked. Having done this before, he knew that he could get the upper hand by trying to seem higher rank than the guard in question, so no uncomfortable inquisitions would take place.
The guard sensed the air of authority.
"Jones, sir."And that was all Jon heard from him. Knight could see that all was going well from the trees.
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After what seemed like an eternity, finally the bell sounded throughout the fort. Knight saw both Jon and the other guard go inside the fort.
Knight crept forward into the bushes where the unconsious body lay near the entrance, waiting for his new guise. He couldnt help but notice the nice fracture that Jon had caused to the poor soul's head with the back end of his knife.
Soon enough, Jon came running out pulling a tunic and cap from under his shirt. Knight ran to meet him, this transition had to be done quickly.
Shoving the clothes on, Knight ran to his post outside gormans cell. He could see the steel bolted doors on the Warden's room as he ran past.
When he arrived at gorman's cell, the other guard was already there. The rusty door led to the holding rooms, where there was apparently two men being held captive. He knew straight away which was gorman, as the other looked old and unfit, and gorman looked fresh from the daylight. Little did he know that he would see it again soon once more...
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John says to live above hell.
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Responsible
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Heroine at the weekend.
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He spent the morning reading reports.
He got reports now, he was considered as good as the Holy Commander, though the Council of the Anointed wouldn't sit in vote until three nights from now, when the full moon rose.
Seemed there had been a bit of bother at the library, someone had pretty much wrecked the place. The culprit had been caught and tossed in jail already so he needn't disturb himself.
A scratching at the door interupted his musings. It was Gawl, one of the younger paladins he had 'taken under his wing'.
'Excuse me Sir, but you asked for any news regarding the.....Diseased One?'
Gawl wasn't sure how to refer to Calhoun, who hadn't been the same since the day the Old Commander had been slain.
'Yes? And is there any...news?' He asked. That one would have to be dealt with soon, or else his hand might be tipped.
'It seems he's departed the castle sir' continued Gawl.
'Departed? But he can't even walk the length of a corridor without breathing hard. The fool, he thinks none of us notice'.
'Well he has departed sir. In the company of....Alexander Frostway', he finished in a rush, knowing what would come.
'WHAT!!?' bellowed Sir Moridith. 'Frostway was in the castle and I wasn't informed. Don't you know that we are in one of the most crucial stages of my plan! And you let him walk about free! And with Calhoun! You idiot! You are lucky that he's left again, otherwise I might have your head on a pike. Get out of my sight, and find out why they left and for where.
I might have a job for you later'.
Gawl left quickly, not wanting to face Moridith's anger for a moment longer.
Flinging his full goblet of wine across the room he rose and stalked to the window.
Fools the lot of them! If the plan were to fail now it could take decades to put it back on track.
He had to find out what Frostway and Calhoun were up to.
Things might require a more....personal involvement.
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To err is human, to arr is pirate.
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