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Post by Subtle on Oct 11, 2007 21:32:36 GMT -5
A loud knock is heard at the door to the cathedral, as the sun set in the far distance. Two figures stand there, both in white cloaks. One was a massive man, probably armored, the size of the doorway itself, at least 12 feet tall and as wide as 3 normal people. The other was slightly more than five and a half feet tall, and the cloak hung to the curves of their body. The smaller form tapped it's foot impaitently as the doors to the cathedral remain closed, and the massive body moves to knock on the door again, raising it's massive fist and forcing the huge doors to tremble.
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Oct 11, 2007 21:59:01 GMT -5
The doors opened revealing an empty entryway, suddenly, rowes of torches lit up, revealing the way to one of the hallways that would lead to the main room of the enormous Cathedral.
Airoar heard the doors being forced open, however, he was not incredibly suspicious, if something was to be far amiss, he would have heard about it long before hand. He waited patiently for the guest to find his way to the main halls.
The man in the brown cloaked, backed off, once more into the shadows...
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Post by Subtle on Oct 11, 2007 22:20:33 GMT -5
The two figures do not question this. They simply follow the torches, the massive one heading first, moving slowly, the smaller one staying behind it, looking around, taking in his area, but slightly impatient at the pace of the first. Eventually they come to airoar's chamber and the larger one steps aside, so the smaller one can knock.
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Oct 11, 2007 22:24:31 GMT -5
"Enter." Airoar responded to the knock, standing up in respect for the guest. As the door opened, he stared at the smaller of the cloaked men without emotion. Before addressing the guest.
"Megiddo, I presume?"
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Post by Subtle on Oct 11, 2007 22:29:42 GMT -5
The smaller figure nods softly, steps forward and bows elaborately, one arm sweeping foreward as he bends low. He makes no move to remove the silken white cloak draped across his body though. " You presume correctly, my lord. My name is Megiddo, and I am at your service."
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Oct 11, 2007 22:41:31 GMT -5
Airoar made a twist of his hand, magically a paper appeared in it, then a faint glowed eminated from his hand, copying a portion of the map down onto the sheet of paper. He put it on the opposite side of the table towards Megiddo. He then spoke.
"What I need from you, is to proceed to the location on the map, and hunt down a piece of parchment. There are further instructions on the back of the paper." Airoar instructed, in a cool calm manner.
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Post by Subtle on Oct 12, 2007 13:05:36 GMT -5
The massive figure takes the peice of paper and looks it over before handing it to the smaller body, who reads the instructions then nods. " Very well, Master. Is there anything else you wish of me?"
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Oct 12, 2007 13:10:00 GMT -5
"Yes, do not reffer to me as Master" Airoar said calmly.
"Otherwise, you are free to go Megiddo." Airoar responded turning his attention back to the map and the various contraptions that rested upon the table.
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Post by Subtle on Oct 12, 2007 13:12:52 GMT -5
The smaller figure bows elaborately again, then turns to walk away, the larger figure following behind, covering his back.
When in the hall way, Megiddo reads over the directions, wondering what they say.
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Oct 12, 2007 13:17:21 GMT -5
The instructions were pretty basic, listing the area the map was located, the dangers in the area, and the means in which to return to him the piece. The very last piece of instruction however, gave a grave warning, that two allies had already been defeated and their pieces of the ritual taken from them, he would need to keep his security absolutely tight.
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Post by Red14 on Oct 13, 2007 2:07:40 GMT -5
A short man dressed in white clothing came into the outskirts of town. It was clear by his weary face that he was exhausted from what one would assume to be a long journey. Judging by the large sword on his back he had been carrying a very heavy object. "I need a place to sleep..." Graham muttered to himself. After a time of wandering he came upon an Inn, he would have bought a room there if he didn't notice the energies emerging from the Tent. "Huh, that's strange, I should probably check that out but Maybe I should get some rest first." Graham continued to mutter to himself trying to decide what to do.
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Post by Subtle on Oct 13, 2007 12:50:09 GMT -5
A trio of figures are seen fleeting across roof tops in the city the heroes occupied.
. Massive in sature, clawed hands and horned heads, their bodys were made up of cords of red energy twisted together, looking almost like the structure of human muscle. As the fleeted about, they could only be seen for moments, but a trail of energy was left behind them, thick and ominous as could be.
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Oct 14, 2007 0:06:04 GMT -5
(Alright, restarting things for the main group)
It had been a grueling ordeal, but they had suceeded. They were able to defeat Lady Dirgios and her hordes of black corruption, and had recovered the second piece to the silent requiem. They were injured, and would need rest once they returned. Daristan and Veon both walked in silence. Daristan, though injured, held his head high, he was able to curve his blood lust during the battle and was proud of the way he fought. Veon walked caussually, using his halbard as a walking to stick to better stabliize his injured body. They would reach the town in not too long a time...
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Post by Ninmast on Oct 14, 2007 0:14:14 GMT -5
Whatever injuries the cotton candy girl had taken were unseen. Her skin was completely flawless, without mark or blemish, even though her shirt bore a gash across the left sleeve and her hair looked like it had been thrown into a twister, but it was an unfair comparison. Her regeneration had healed her up before they had gotten even halfway towards town. As a result, while her step was a bit heavier from tiredness, it wasn't sluggish or limping like many of her allies. She wished she could spare the energy to heal them, but she was running a little low, and she needed to save what she had in case of another fight. Besides, neither the vampire nor the monk had wanted her anywhere near them, and holding onto what energy she had left had been the paladin's idea.
"So ..." she casually tossed out, looking to make some conversation, "anyone think they'll be having any dreams tonight?"
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Oct 14, 2007 0:28:02 GMT -5
"I plan on sleeping soundly" Veon said in response. Daristna however, simply ignored her, he had no response, nor care to reply.
"Why do you ask?" Veon questioned.
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