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 Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 8:24 pm
 As you enter the back of the Temple you see Cardea, she is a sileni, a satyr who is full grown. She smiles to you as she sees you.
"Welcome Young One. The supplies for the ritual are in the back storage room of the Temple. The Temple and the storage house on the other side of town are the only source of anything you might need. You can find almost anything in them. When you are ready please perform your ritual in the main chamber of the Temple. When you are ready to grow again, come here to repeat the ritual. If there is anything you need I will be around the town."
And with that explained she walks passed you and out of the building.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 2:09 am
After Cardea left Dez sat on the floor in a relaxed position and placed 3 candles in front she found in the temple in front of her, they were already lit. She started whispering the name Prometheus and concentrated on her question, What will I look like in the future?
Like a dream the vision came to her, an adult female with long red hair and large dark eyes. The hair was slightly curly and reached down to her waist. Her horns were curved, twisted and slightly sharp, evil looking. She was slim and beautiful, an older, more mature version of Desdemona.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 10:51 am
He sat in the temple, his entire body tensed. The three candles he had brought were placed in a line in front of him, their scents drifting on the still air.
"Prometheus"
Fedh's whisper spread throughout the temple, seemingly louder then it was. He shut his eyes, trembling with excitement, and saw...
A youth. Tall and unmuscled, with spiky silver-blue hair, tied in a pony tail down his back. He had an air of unassuming 'cool', if you could call it that, and a somewhat... evil grin - cocky, at that. The youth's cyan eyes glittered, and he leaned forwards to the fascinated boy, his pointed face glittering with malice. He was certainly handsome, but cold. He would, Fedh thought, have women following him in flocks - and break their hearts. Charismatic - but dark.
He blinked, and the vision disappeared. Well. That would be him. He couldn't wait.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 4:27 pm
As Cardea left him in that room in the temple, Shinkan stared down at the candles he had with him. Shrugging slightly, he placed them in their spots infront of him, then lit them.
He let out a small sigh as he stepped back and knelt down onto the floor. Closing his eyes, he muttered the one word.
"Prometheus..."
Soon, as he concentrated, an image appeared before him.
An older Satyr than he with dark red hair and red eyes stood infront of him. The Satyr's hair was shoulderlength, and some of it was loosely tied back while the rest fell around his face and eyes. His expression was a bit stern and broody, but he looked fairly calm and somewhat handsome. Several silver piercings adorned both of his ears and his horns were flowing back with several small spikes sticking out at a few places.
The Satyr also wore a light, black and red coat that extended down by his knees. And his shirt and pants were loose-fitting, but not so much that they would hinder him if he ran or move about.
Shaking his head to snap out of the slight trace that he was in, the image of the older Satyr vanished. Opening his eyes, Shinkan stood up and silently left, knowing he would one day look like what he had just seen.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 7:51 am
Nodding to Cardea slowly, Aquina stepped into the room of the temple. Slowly, she sat down on the floor, crossing her legs. The satyr closed her eyes and took a deep breath and then her eyes fluttered open once again. Aquina gently placed three candles in a horizontal line in front of her. Grasping the small matches slowly, she lights the candles.
Aquina relaxed all of her muscles, taking deep breaths in and out. "Prometheus..."
An image quickly appeared in her mind.
Standing in front of her, a much older Satyr... Bright indigo eyes stared back at Aquina. The satyr had light purple hair that when down about an inch below shoulder length. Because of her mishap with the dagger, it would never grow any longer. With the expression on her face, the older satyr was obviously much wiser than others yet there was a small aura of evil that enshrouded her. Tasteful silver piercings were worn on her ears.
There was a vague shadow of two cresent shapped daggers in the adult's hand but those would have to be found.
The satyr's attire was simple yet elegant. Her shirt was tight fitting and had one shoulder strap and indigo in color. The satyr wore a long, not skirt, but something a little like what Cardea was wearing. Around her waist was a silver belt that sat crooked on her hips. Delicate indigo gems were studded into the belt and on her long arms, golden bracelets were entwined. Each bracelet had it's own miniscule precise detail but each had at least one indigo gem.
Quickly the image vanished. Aquina opened her eyes slowly. What she had just seen... was to be her in the near future...
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 3:14 pm
Vael entered the temple cautiously and wearily waited for Cardea to leave before carefully taking a seat and lining the candles as neatly as possible in front of her. Then, just as carefully, she struck a match and began lighting them, one by one, until they all sat lit and flickering lazily in silence.
She tried to keep herself as calm and relaxed as she possibly could, then shut her eyes and leaned back, letting out a small sigh of air on which she whispered the name, "Prometheus.." And just as she had said it, a vision took over her thoughts.
A small, dangerously keen smile paired with bright yellow eyes met her field of vision, belonging to a much more mature Satyr version of herself. Long silver hair came almost to her waist in perfectly straight locks, which framed her face and came only slightly over her right eye. Delicate yellow hoops pierced both of her ears, two in each, and each pair were connected with an even frailer still, yellow chain. She stood straight unwavering, an almost too-cocky stance.
Her top was snug, and of a silver color, strapless and trimmed along the top and bottom with a bright yellow. She had unattached, silver and yellow trimmed sleeves which started a little below her shoulders and fit tightly until it reached her wrists where it widened to a bell shape and came low to the middle of her fingers. Over the sleeves at the tops of her arms, were thick golden bracelets with silver gems in the direct center, but other than that they were completely smooth. Her skirt was slung low on her hips with a golden-yellow band, but the cloth was a matching soft, silver color. It came up short in the front, maybe an inch or two above her knees, but the back came in a soft wave all the way to her ankles. There was a strangely aware, dark sort of feeling to her, despite the little smirk on her face.
Suddenly the image vanished and Vael sat there, wide-eyed and in wonder. Then she smiled widely and made a joyful gesture with her hand, pushing herself up to leave. If that was her, she was going to be doing well by the looks of it!
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 11:15 pm
Taru nodded gravely at the elder and then dashed to the store house to get her candles.
Very quickly she placed the candles in front of her in the correct line and lit them. She was trying to be as quick as possible incase her nerves caught up to her. Once each of the three candles was lit she took a deep breath and sat cross-legged - there was no way now she could back out.
The name Prometheus was muttered through her lips as she thought, "What will I grow up to look like?" Her head slung down to her neck as she was bombarded by her future image.
The thick fog parted to reveal a lovely body facing the other way. Her pride, her pink hair was in long ringlets tied back, leaving a few small curls around her face. The hair alone would have made Taru smile. From there it only got better. Her horns also had taken on the same twists as her hair had. The older Taru turned facing the younger. Her face lost its carefree look for more that of a regal one. The once purple and pink garb was also different. The colors were more blended, swirled in places. It looked elegant and yet something she could fight in, the two part fabric flowed more freely around her body. The once short blade of the Princess Sword was very different. Its jewels shinned as bright as the blade in her hand. Her appearance overall gave the younger Taru a sense of honor, beauty, and above all royalty.
Before the young satyr could see and sense more the vision blurred and disappeared. Taru stood on rickety legs. She shook her head violently, freeing her mind of that image. The girl laughed at herself, there was no way that elegant looking creature was her! And that sword... she looked down at her waist where the Princess Sword hung - no, it wasn't a true vision after all. She must have not concentrated hard enough.
Taru slowly walked out of the temple sighing in defeat, while a part of her mind screamed and yelled. That growing part was telling her that it wasn't a false vision, it was the future!
"Argh, there's only one way to find out," she told herself softly while walking back to the forest's edge.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 10:47 am
Ishia carefully set the candles ahead of her lighting them one by one. She felt a bit silly about doing this, but after all it was the duty of every satyr to do so. Ishia had putt it off for far too long. She closed her eyes and whispered. "Prometheus."
A hushed wind blew over the candles and for a moment it seemed that everything was dark. Ishia had opened her eyes to see a hooded person standing with it's back to her. "Who are you?" She asked softly. "I feel as if I know you, yet at the same time I do not."
The hooded person remained motionless and uttered not a word. "Who are you!" Ishia demanded. "Do not hide your idenity from me any longer. Who are you!"
The cloak fluttered heavily as the wind picked up again. For a moment she saw the cloak fly away from it's owner as a female satyr stood in it's place. Her long blue hair fluttered in the wind, a slong slender braid wove inbetween the threads of her hair on either side of her head. A large Blue bow tied around her waist with soft pink bells at the tips of the strands. She wore a lavander dress like shirt with no sleves, but gloves that reached from her for arm to her middle finger on her hands. The skirt of the dress was no more then half way down her thigh and split up to an inch below her bow sash. A soft pink short clong tighly underneath. She also wore lavander shin gaurds over that looked as if they were attached to her hoovs.
The woman reached behind her into the bow and pulled out two large chukrams from either side. As she turned to face Ishia, she gasped. The womans pink eyes store at her fericly, as if to say she would fight if need be. Ishia did know her, this was a form she once had. In an instance the image dissapeared and the lights from the candle flickered once again.
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