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 Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 8:09 pm
The Morning Lord watched Kora as she spoke, remaining stone faced and fire eyed through every word. The villager remained on his knees while slender rivulets of red rolling down his back, staining his shirt as they rolled along. The Knights that had seized him and set their pikes to his back remained at attention behind him, their weapons in hand but not pointed at the man. He continued to mutter obscene babble. It was ignored. The Fallen's eyes did not once stray from the priestess; when she finished her speech Valarous opened his arms towards her. With the rising sun at his back, The Morning Lord was aflame with dazzling sunlight. His golden palms gleamed as if they held suns of their own. His wings scattered motes of dancing golden glow across Dawn's Pier. "Child, your words are a testament to your faith ... You cast your lot with the lowly and meek in blind faith, trusting that with love and mercy each will be redeemed; that each stain shall be cleansed. Truly, you are a blessing to these people... People of Whitewater, look now to the sun as it rises from the deep. Behold its splendor, and reflect on your Priestess' trust." Valarous did not turn with them. Those golden orbs set their biting stare upon each of the villagers, watching them squint, avert their eyes or gaze at it in faith or desperation. The Morning Lord positioned his radiance before the kneeling man. He was glaring out at the coming Dawn from under his brows, still mumbling like a madman. "I broke my bones to build Whitewater..." was a more coherent remark from the deranged man. "Now, people of Whitewater, look to the West." They did. Every one of them, even the muttering man, turned to face the West. High atop the cliffs, Dawn's Pier's western view was of the coast of Wormwood Swamp; the docks and township of Whitewater Village. It did not seem bright. In pre-dawn, it was a grim assembly of gray and brown sooted in shadow. Only its Temple caught any light, and it glimmered like a dying candle's flame. Past the city walls far below, there were clusters of healthy trees. There was some green to patches of grass. Yet it was impossible to deny what they say. The green turned to sickly brown. The branches withered to bones. The grass became gray. Brown decayed to black. Beyond Whitewater Village, the Bloody Forest reached with knobby red claws; many of their limbs leaning eerily towards the town. Past the bloody forest, the rising sun's rays reached only so far. The marshes' infected, mutant landscapes reach back into silent blackness. "Now, trust in my words. The Creators' Love has fled these lands. They have fled in disgust. Disgust at the work of the wicked. Disgust at their cavorting and corruption. Disgust that Their once beloved children would turn from their presence, rather than banish the darkness. Disgust at how such willful ignorance allowed Their lands to be swallowed by poison and filth... Look at it now. Only Grix and Disease look back at you. Their presence both the result of the faithless... of allowing them to live among you... of allowing them to breed... faith that they do will do you no wrong..."Valarous clutched a golden hand over both sides of the muttering man's disheveled head, palms to his temples. The man started, and looked up at The Fallen with wild eyes. "What? What? Void can have you mister. Void can take all of you." He barked, and Valarous tightened his grasp. The Morning Lord raised the man up, "For leaving the wicked to their ways... Whitewater, your cowardice killed your country. Do you see this man?" It was impossible not to. The giant of a Fallen had lifted the man off his feet. The man gargled and screamed, kicking wildly with his legs to try and break free. The grip on his head was like a vice, pressure he could feel building as he was lifted higher into the air. Building... "While you let him alone, he sought after children. While you worked, he took them. While you wondered, he killed them. While you wept, he wept beside you to cherish your suffering." A couple of voices gasped aloud, alarmed and descending into shock. Life in the Swamp was hard. Sometimes, a child might go missing... run off into the swamp; get lost and be swallowed by the marshlands. It was a tragic part of life. They had thought it was a tragic part of life. One of the women was weeping furiously into her hands, rocking forwards and back on her knees. Her daughter's funeral had been three weeks ago. The man had been there. The man was five feet off of the ground. Valarous held his head between his hands, and they were closing together in prayer. Cracking. Splitting. His scream cut into an atonal groan as his cranium gave way, imploding at his temples and crumpling the man's face in a rush of blood from his nose and smashed eyes. The groan lasted only as long as his scream. Blood and broken gray matter Their screams lasted much longer. Valarous turned back towards the sun, and holding the mangled faceless corpse aloft he shouted out above the villagers' horror, shock and sickness. "FEAR NOT THIS SUNRISE! IT IS THE DELIVERANCE OF DAWN! THE MORNING COMES BRIGHTER THAN EVER BEFORE! TYRAL, REJOICE! THY SWORDS ARE DRAWN AND LIGHT SHALL REIGN AGAIN!"The Knights' uproar drowned out the villagers' hysteria. "THY SWORDS ARE DRAWN AND LIGHT SHALL REIGN AGAIN!" The Morning Lord threw the man's corpse away, over Dawn's Pier, to fall into the sea so far below. Discarded like garbage. When he turned back around the face the village people, only did their whimpers and strained breathing linger. "Rise, Whitewater Village. Rise with open eyes." They rose, clambering and stumbling as quickly as they could. For the elders, it came slowly. Some were too aghast to stand at all. Many shut their eyes, or turned them to the ground. "Today, all darkness is revealed." Valarous strode forward quickly, towards the villagers. He looked at Kora, and then to Alexander. He knew what was coming. "Brother, lend me your hands." While some of them put up their arms, cried our tried to flee as Valarous sped towards them, the Knights had formed a wall behind them, barring all passage leading back into The Sunhold Sanctum. The ocean yawned out to the horizon, framed beneath the edge of Dawn's Pier. The poles of their halberds and the shells of their shields did not budge against the backs that pushed against them. In all of the pandemonium, it took a moment to realize what was happening. The Fallen was touching certain townsfolk. The moment they were touched, they were seized by the Knights and taken behind their wall of shields. Many of the men who were touched did not shy from Valarous or Alexander's hands at all, but stood with their heads bowed towards the dawn. One by one, the touched When the others realized what was happening, nothing short of full panic ripped through the crowd. They were taking the faithful, and leaving the others facing the open air of Dawn's Pier.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 11:49 pm
 
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At the beginning, she felt of the warmth from the light peeked right behind him, shining his blessed golden armor that shine just as the sun itself. Glowing brightly, as if a true sign that is all that is holy. Kora was even more in peace when she heard his respond about her unselfish deeds that made her feel full of delight and relief. It shows that he understand the caring and love that can be done. His image is so dazzling, shines so lively as light, just as Kora always imagined seeing the angle be, than them casually around in cafes. This is almost exactly she would dream to see.
Even though he was so dazzling, she couldn't help but follow his order to look to the west, just like everyone else did. Nothing that she hasn't seen before about the swamp.
Than everything about her peace of mind instantly vanish when the Fallen grabbed the villager man; the very man she tried to save from all of this, was being pulled up off the ground from his throat/head. She was in horror as everyone else when the man screamed from pain. She so much want to stop him, but he was already being judge from the Fallen before eye's. The sound of pain, the suffering the man is being put with. It's a terrible sight to, she couldn't look once he was brought his ending with a terrible death with his face still show the suffering. Right there... right now, a life was taken and she did nothing to stop it. How could she? That guy, that Fallen angle... he.... and even so awfully thrown him away. She could only despair of this with a crushing pain of her heart. <"Did he really done all those thing that mention?"> A thought runs her head. A chance of the possibility, she may of had helping men that was guilty. More gloom of this, just piles up her despair basket enough to make her pay less attention of her surrounding. She still stood where she stands, now with a empty hand from attempt help. This is... such a event.
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*Energy: 3570
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 12:55 pm
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 12:09 pm
They clawed and pulled at the line of slowly advancing shields. Many shouted out to Valarous, for mercy, for forgiveness; that they would do anything to repent for whatever crimes they might have committed. They reached and grasped to attempt to make him touch them so they might be saved from their impending doom, but his hands danced away from them without ever touching one. The Fallen's golden body was resplendent amidst their filth and rags. He touched the elder woman that was Gold's charge; she was gently pulled backwards as the line of Knights surged forward around her, closing off the way for all others. One young man yelled over the hysterics of the others, "They would never do this! The Creators would never wish this upon us! You are a demon! A demon!!" His attempt to break through were met by the kiss of a steel shield upon his face. He stumbled backwards, clutching his broken nose and cracked teeth. Valarous' voice was a terrifying flame, burning through all hope and delusions the faithless kept. "Look to your travesties, faithless and cowardly ones. You let a Godless night reign over Wormwood, and now you shall face its terrors." The towering, terrifying, awesome presence of the Morning Lord turned then to the Priestess. He touched her, and soft words fell upon her ears. "Wormwood will need you, Sister. Now more than ever before." Suddenly she was pulled backwards by both arms. Gleaming suits of armor rushed around her as a sea of metal plates. She was pulled behind the line of Knights, to rest safely beside the others who clung to each other in fear and doubt. "I love you so much," an elder man tearfully assured the woman trembling in his arms, both among the faithful. Many more had shut their eyes and clamped their hands over their ears, desperate to will away the unfolding horror. One person and then another, Kora's younger ward, were brought behind the Knights. She ran to Kora and her mother with tears streaming down her face. Those that Alexander touched were drawn back to them as well. After his, no others came. They were 46 in number. All of the others remained trapped at the Pier's edge. Valarous turned to face the sunrise, the sky aflame with blood red, orange and yellow. Its luminence glittered across the surface of The Vast Sea like drops of blood and fire. "Gold! Gold, help us I beg you!" She could hear her name coming from behind the Knights; many voices begging for her intervention... and what could she do? The Knights marched forward, and the distance to the Pier's edge was closed. Those villagers at the back clung to the ones in front of them; their shoes barely fitting on the landing's marble lip. They numbered over 100. Men and women, young and old, all screaming and struggling to push back the Knights whose shields would not yield. Valarous' arms rose one more to cup the sun in his radiant palms, reflecting its light onto his own beautiful, cold and wrathful face. "In the name of The Beloved, Rykros, Pital, Rykort, Tyral all..." The mob rose up against the knights like rabid animals, cornered and fighting for their lives. What semblance of humanity they had was gone, leaving only howling beasts. With a resounding call, the Knights withdrew a step and lowered their pikes between their shields. "I deliver these heretics and their darkness unto your Dead Lands."The Swords of Salvation thrust forward at the villagers that sought to overtake them. The howls transformed to screams. Blood flowed and painted the Knight's halberds, shields and armor. It fell in strokes along the marble floor. In unison, the Swords of Salvation slammed their shields forwards, shunting the faithless back. The front stumbled into the middle, into the back. With nowhere to turn, those at the edge fell. Their screams cut through the chaos like a knife, and their fingers seized hold of those in front of them, dragging their neighbors with them. The Knights had gained momentum now. They bashed the herd backwards again, and with every step they took a dozen more fell; a dozen more grabbed hold of those before them, and they followed them off the ledge. Some jumped of their own accord. Others were struck dead at the Knight's feet, corpses to be kicked along the landing by the Knights marched onwards. The sea of screams did not cease after the last of them was forced from the Pier. They rose up from below, reaching, clawing, lingering in the moments after. Then there was nothing. Nothing but eerie, deathly silence. The Swords tossed the dead that remained over the edge, and bowed their heads to the Sun. In the morning light they were cast as statues of red and gold, marking Wormwood's brightest and bloodiest dawn.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 10:39 pm
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All the screaming... all the suffering... Kora's mind isn't straiten out yet from all this despair. The crying and weary people all around going crazy, much bigger that she would ever seen. She clinched her fist, wanted to do something so badly of their fear. Though she couldn't do anything once she felt the Fallens' golden gauntlet on her with a small message to her. With out warning, knights where caring her out. "W-What? W-Wait!" She was startled, attempt to not go yet. Though it's late for that when they already pull her out behind the lines. Kora was able to meat up with the old farm owner, than came her daughter. With them here, she still watch over back to the rest of the crowed from the other side of the wall of knights.
People where calling at the top of their lunges for her help. So so much want to go and help them but all these armored man are in the way. Once the Fallen gave out the orders, all hell let loos. The sounds of pain as heavy metal weight moving. "No, stop!" She plead for the villagers. She ran up behind the knights and called out. "Stop it! Your hurting them!" She state out the obvious. The woman tell the knights but they just ignore and push her away. Their scream echoing the whole area, rigging Kora's pore eardrums, making her fell down to her knees in despair. She doesn't care if this is all for cleansing Wormwood, if these many people are to die with out a second chance than she can not go with this. "No, please stop. This is not right! Please stop this. STOP!" She spoken loudly, there on her knees and hands down. Than right than, she really wish she take back what she said. Because right after she said it, all their cry's really stopped. Only dead silent. Kora broke into tears. "no..." She clinched her hands. The stench of fresh blood can be easily smelt in the air. "This is like Sodom and Gomorrah." A part of a story from the bible came to mind, but only it involves "raining fire strait from heaven".
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 7:38 am
  Alexander Hemsworth
Journeyman//Tyral//Male//Cleric
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Alexander's blue eyes continued to gaze into each of the faithless' souls as he slipped behind the lines himself, lost in the symphony of beautiful chaos in front of him. As it should be, Father Alexander sneered to himself mentally, for their spiritually chaotic lives in the swamp now manifested into physical chaos and suffering, fit punishments for those who failed to repent and turn their ways to that of the righteous. The beasts in front of him were being slaughtered as such, their faith clearly in their own physical prowess and nowhere close to putting their lives in the hands of Tyral or any other creator for that matter. The screams in the front began to fade as dozens of the insignificant people were shoved off the ledge, but the wailing had just begun in the back of those who did survive, one's wailing turning the head of Father Alexander from the spectacle in front of the Insignis. Some of her words were so beautiful, the way she screamed and begged "No, stop!'...his mind began to drift again to thoughts of being in his personal torture chamber with her before his eyes narrowed at one of her sayings. Walking directly behind her, his words offered no comfort or gleam of hope of redemption should she condemn the actions of the Swords of Salvation in her mind, "Your tears and pity are misplaced, sister, for those people clearly put their faith in their physical actions instead of the creators. They would not weep for you like you do for them, for if their spiritual lives do not matter like we have assessed, then they care only about you curing their physical ailments. How is this beautiful purification not right? How do you not see that if they were but faithful to the one you serve, or any creator for that matter, that they would be standing before you, rejoicing in their lives and also weeping for their brethren should they not recognize the truth of what I've just said to you now?"
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 3:55 pm
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Kora raised her head to wipe her tears away with her hands. She hears the guys behind her, questioning of her action. What's there to be question about? Her heart do not wish to see dieing villagers before her that had shone goodness to her. "... I-I... I can't help it... I still have hopes for them... A life... is too precious to waist." She spoke out, a little broken in her voice. Not even turning around to speak to him directly. She wrap around her arms wile still sitting down on the hard cold floor, moping down on her depression. "My heart... my heart could never stand by and except this with ease... I do not care if they wouldn't weep or pity the same as I do, I only care for their well being. Let them have a second chance to over see what they are doing, to learn of the blessing they have in their homes, gaine the will to go to their lord on their own... A second chance... A second chance to change their fate." It's a feeling like it would from a mother to her children. She would appreciated that they would show love back but all the mother would want is seeing them still alive and filling their lives with happiness. There's also one more thing that Kora believes. "...if everyone wore born on this planet, then I believe that there's a chance they can live together peacefully. We are children's, sent here in having a future, but... theirs no future for those people now." Kora want's to go home so badly now. Back home in Axiom. This place is so like the story's in the bible, many slaughter back than. She thought all that is over, but here it seam to just begone. This is no place for her in her pure ways, with little room for vileness.
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*Energy: 3570
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 10:47 pm
"You believe that peace can be had by the mortals of Rykros, yet you are not one of them." The Morning Lord looked onwards towards the sun. Blood was pooled across the engraved marble at his feet and splattered across his arms and face. That crimson could not diminish his fiery brilliance. Not in the slightest. As Tyral's Swords assembled back into formation, their Commander remained in commune with the Dawn. "Yourr mercy is unparalleled. Your compassion is without boundaries... you live among the darkest depths of Rykros, and welcome all with open arms..." Valarous' tone was disturbing. It lacked the admiration his words proclaimed. "Your kindness is heartfelt. Your sorrow is true. You weep for these Heretics. You grieve their passing..." His six golden wings flashed in the brilliant sunrise as they began to unfurl. The Fallen's fingers were still outstretched towards the morning light, curved and clawing to cup its golden radiance. "Does your perverse God love them all? Does he revel in their vice and depravity?" All eyes were on the Morning Lord. His Knights, bloodied but brazen and brandishing their blades, stood at the ready. Still, the Fallen did not turn. "Does he command you to cry for these heathens? Or do you cry because you are young and naive?"
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 3:37 pm
((Typed out the best I could. Hope it's good and wont get me killed. :I ))
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The voice of Valarous struck her, hearing the first word he said out of his mouth with in the distant. Somehow, he knew. Somehow the holy fallen angle knew that she didn't belong with the Rykros. She wonder if he knows where she even came from.
His words are hurtful. She afraid that this might happen. Hearing the
holy knight saying that her heart is tours the dirty people, is hurting her cleric pride. Everything she believe in is being push back in to suffocate. It's as if it's all down hill from here until she notice something... She only just notice now than she should of had way earlier... Everyone here even the angel only warship the Ryroks gods. Kora thought that seeing the angel up close the first time would be from in the heaven with god, but really he only served Rykros'. This is why her action are being questioning a lot, why they don't understand so much of her god compare to theirs...
She feels a gap now, between where they are and where she stand in doing the work in the name of the lord. Kora thought that their ways is very much similar to her own, but it really different to it's standers. There's no need to look up to them no more... all their minds, all their loyalty and hope belongs to someone else. At the very last sentence, she couldn't help but chuckle, feeling less fear now. "Heh... I've been called naive before. I guess that's how I was made..." She slowly pull her self off of the floor. "You may call me what ever you like. It douse not change of where I stand for my god." Kora is okay to open up now, theirs no need to hold back now that he already knows. Hopeful they wont see her non faithful to their god and wont smite her where she stand. She spoke calmly in her voice with her tears dried away. "The god I serve is merciful, love, pure, and even so is wrath, judgement with patients... He is everything and within everyone. One god, curated the very beginning of the universe, and curated the life along the human race." She spoke up, preaching out all that he is in his good name. She may be a little rusty for this since this is her first time.
"Yes, he does love everyone. As his children, he loves his curation very much... unlike the one you called Grix... He will always give use love and his forgiveness, thus we must treat with each other the same just as he does for us. Even though if we walk the valley of shadow, we shall not fear evil. For deep within even the darkest dept where the souls are trap, there shall be light as long their is hope. Hope that will shine bright through, purifying all the sin and corruption." She said out what she believe the best she could. She would very much like to say more, but the very tell of the bible is to long to go into details. No time to talk about the son jesus christ or about satan. The only main thing is about the god.
Kora look up to Valarous, no longer dazzled by his golden armor. It's just a peace of metal to her now. And to Valarous... he is a man, but still a powerful holy knight. She doesn't speak too high, only telling him what what he needs to hear. "... My tears shed by will to what I feel. God gave me the 'will' so I chose on my own. I understand that you do not see the same thing as I do so I will say no more... This land belongs to Ryroks and so shall their beliefs. In the land that is a mystery to me, my belief will still be carry within me. I will respectfully not jump into your peoples work.. I am an outsider after all." She lastly said. Even though she felt right to say all she could, she knows that she is still over powered here. Him and the army of knights, here ready to kill again. She felt like her old self as a queen back then for speaking up, but that still alone isn't gonna change what's happening now. Here, she can't force them to stop. She is one girl.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 7:28 am
Alexander Hemsworth
Journeyman//Tyral//Male//Cleric
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Alexander never once turned his head from the Faithful in front of him, but his eyes looked around him as the carnage ceased, the screams falling far into the distance and fading with the continued glorious rise of the sun. Lord Tyral must have been very pleased to bring us such a vision as this, the Cleric chuckled to himself as the pools of blood began to coagulate around his feet and in other places on the pier. Surely she must believe what she is saying, for we are all children, including myself, but these people would have been given such a chance if Lord Tyral had willed it or stopped our progress into this god-forsaken swamp...As Father Alexander opened his mouth to reply, Valarous' voice overwhelmed both himself and the Cleric in front of him as the cold stare settled back onto Kora, studying her every movement and every word of her reply with a meticulous process, psychoanalyzing every part of her response now that the Cleric knew she was not of Rykros initially. Her next words in response to the Morning Lord caused a Holy fire inside of his heart to ignite as he took two steps towards her and spoke in a raged, yet normal volume voice,
"I expected no less of a statement from a faithful Cleric who is outside of her jurisdiction and planet even, especially now that I know you believe yourself to still be under his protection. Welcome to Rykros, and recognize that it is Rykros who bore everything you see before you, including his most precious and beloved son out of his four children, Lord Tyral. It is Lord Tyral's sun that now bears warmth upon your flesh, and his sky that gives you the very air that you breath to preserve your LIFE! Hope comes in the form of his purifying and divine rays, a sign of a glorious fire that will burn away all the ashes of the impure and leave standing those who are faithful to him! All of our wills may be our own, but do not dare think that he does not look down upon you right now, and see the mockery you send at his works! If Lord Tyral saw these people as fit to live, then they would've been spared either by the mark of the faithful, like you were just spared because of such a mark, or by some other form of his hand working in their lives. These people had NO future, sister, and you must accept this fact."
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 12:07 pm
((Sorry for the delays and lackluster response, but I figure some progress is better than no progress :/ )) The Fallen regarded Kora motionlessly. His Swords remained at the ready; prepared to pounce and cut their way through any other that would mark themselves as infidelous. "Your courage is equal only to your bravery... I do not regret sparing you. But your God has no sway here. You come from a realm that was made by a single being, were all life was made by One. That is not so, here. Do you know who made your mortal kin, Priestess? Grix. Even the animals of the wild are his by right... did you know this? The Lord of Stones; The Lord of Light; The Mother of Love and The Allfather all created this world and brought to it peace, purity and love... then Bedlam created you. To this day you have lived in blind faith, comforted in the knowing that all things were made equal and whole. That is a lie. In speaking it you spread it. I will kill you if you continue. This land; its faithful and people need you. You are a light of mercy and compassion that we are not. You will stoke the fires of hope, and keep them strong in the wake of all of this bloodshed. You may think it criminal, sister... you may think it wrong... but I tell you now that you know nothing of what is right and wrong in this world. You know nothing of the suffering and struggles of its people, nor their sins, nor the Creators whose world has been poisoned through centuries of neglect. It will not continue, and any that seek to stop it will die. The Lord of Light illuminates your future, sister... and it has two ends. One is below, drowned in the darkness with the other faithless curs. The other is here, alive and restoring our world to what it was meant to be. I will not make you choose yet... not until your ignorance has been taken from you. Alexander."The Morning Lord looked to his Priest. "Educate her, and when you are finished you will let her decide her own fate."He did not look at Kora again. His wings rustling with golden chimes, the Fallen strode back into the Sanctum, his glimmering boots leaving prints of crimson on the stone behind him. He was accompanied by all but 4 of his Swords. Those four that remained turned their attention to Alexander, and waited for his command. [EXIT]
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 1:29 am
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Things could of gotten a little better. She took his words in her head, what he think of her compared to their own belief. Kora knew already that they would of kill her already, even with the mistakes she have made but he seen her with great use. It's a strange twist that she would have to choose her own fate, through educating first though. Kora is indeed mercy and compassion, she always been... and always her ignorance would get her in trouble. Right now, she see's a great trouble from this. From what she hear from the Fallen, she will have to be taught about their religion and life... More like force it to her. She see where this is going. Being taught by someone else's religion and join them even already gotten one of their own. This is troubling to Kora for it's agents of her belief to stick with only her god. Bowing down to another belief lord is agents the rules of the 10 commandments.
Kora rubbed her eyes, getting heaver by the minuet with lack of rest being brought here in since night. She's very tired easily shown from her baggy eyes. Being stuck in here, would really tempt her to leave in any way possible.
The blond woman look over to Alex, a high ranked person from what Kora could tell from the Fallen addressed him. He douse dress well and have a charming looks on him compared to the others wear. But his face is motionless, unfriendly just like everyone else. He and the 4 other soldier now watch over her. "..." Kora want to say nothing, not when she's going to be lock up here. But her eye's moves over to the corner. "Could the rest of the villagers be send back their homes now? They have done your test and was promise to return now with the sun up. I am the one to stay here, right?" Kora mention about them to him. She may not return to the village anytime soon but at least the others should. The may be just as exhausted as her.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 12:08 pm
Alexander Hemsworth
Journeyman//Tyral//Male//Cleric
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Alexander barely managed to stifle a smirk at his brother-in-arm's comments about Grix creating all the humans, knowing far well that he had risen above such people many years ago. All the way back, the Lord of Light through his mysterious ways granting him opportunities to be taken towards his infinite wisdom or to throw away and live about the insects of the world forever. His humanity was all but gone with that fateful day, and then ever further gone on down the road as even his purpose was transformed from merely healing the sick to purging all of the darkness in Tyral's realm.
The Insignis listened well to the Fallen's comments, yet his eyes stayed transfixed on the faithful Cleric in front of him. Educating this woman...will be very pleasant, Father Alexander chuckled pervertedly to himself as first he heard the command. Fascinating...her ethic seems to be rock-steady, focusing only on others when she's the only one surrounded and being told to be educated. Giving the Cleric a glance over again as she spoke, his eyes then turned upon a guard and nodded slightly to him.
With a signal from the guard, the line holding the villages in the Pier broke, allowing passage for the villagers to funnel through before four of those guards broke off. "Do not worry about them anymore, sister, and let us begin. I would know who you are, and where you come from, considering that you are not of Rykros initially."
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 4:02 pm
((I'm guessing from your last sentences that you meant, "I would like to know who you are-..." ))
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"T-Thank you." She responded to him, grateful that the rest can go home. Now leaving her all alone to this place, just like the very day she gotten to this world. Here again to be on her own, a lonely cleric in a big world. "Then let's start be exchanging names... I am sister Gold Summer. Often people would only call me by my first name which is fine with me. What shall I call you?" She know asked for his name. Maybe he would like to called something else than "Alexander."
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 3:47 pm
(Nope, Alexander's a real a** XD ) Alexander Hemsworth
Journeyman//Tyral//Male//Cleric
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"Father Alexander Hemsworth." The Insignis responded boldly and with a formality to the human in front of him. How oddly bold of this woman, to try to tell him how to start a conversation within his own sanctum; Father Alexander shrugged it off as an attempt to maintain her own ground in her troubled state, but kept in mind to take the reigns further if need be. Couldn't have a non-loyal to Tyral Cleric, although a gorgeous one and overflowing with compassion, thinking that she could come on in and own the place.
Turning around and heading on a normal round around the town, as well as a chance to show off the new visitor to the rest of the guards, the Cleric motioned for her to follow. Looking over his shoulder for a second, Alexander called out as he walked along. "You shall call me Father Alexander, but we're off-topic already. Where are you from, Gold Summer? Come, I will show you what we do here for the sake of Lord Tyral."
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