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 Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 9:27 pm
Eithne had been in and out of the main Geosn temple since meeting the boy the night before, but now the tall Runist was back and had entered some time before to be greeted by one of the acolytes who was an early riser. Black scarf still wrapped around her shoulders, head, and covering her face, the sandy brown material draped across her form, dark chocolate colour of her leather accessories, and the fact that she was so heavily armed for Melee were all tell tale marks of the tribe she had come from. Different tribes dressed differently of course.
The acolytes were busying about the temple performing routine tasks, she was as far within the main temple as she felt she could be, the mana spoke of cool waters, and the green and blue lights given off by the building itself were strange to her. This land was so wet and soft, her eyes were accustomed to what most saw as the barren wastelands of the Desert far to the South. A sea of sand was what she was used too, the scarlet sky at dusk and dawn, the calm call of the winds at night. Not the endless cries of unseen animals, and the un-nerving sound of water sloshing to waste in the streets. Regardless, she had come to the temple for her own reasons, and she was looking into them simply by standing within the Temple. She had eyes for no one at the moment, her own grey ones closed as she seemed to be feeling out the mana around her.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 10:26 am
Mekryd (( Hahaha... if I flaunted everything, there would be much flaunted whever I went. xd
And remember, I'm always watching. MUwahahah! ninja blaugh ))
The other Acolytes had already been up and dressed, as were the priests, by the time they had gotten to Ryushi. He, being the son of the Head, slept seperately from the others. And, as he slept seperately, as well as held a very bad temper in the morning, he was woken last. The other acolytes meandered about, serenly going around, doing their business in the morning. Ryushi was to greet people, a job that he wanted to do. The other temple denizens weren't too keen on the idea, either. He looked at the woman, blinking.
"Another from the Runist Tribes," he said out loud, and not very politely. "There've been more and more of you showing up all the way out here in the center of the ocean. But you're... really pale, for a Runist. Is that just a decorative tattoo?"Celestra looked to the young priest. Then look around. Was he talking to her? Pale? What's that supposed to mean? "What do you mean? What does being pale have anything to do with me being a Runist? And no. I was born with these tattoos on. A sign the Goddess gave to me as 'hers'. Who are you? Is this where I can get help and answeres to my questions? I've traveled quite far. And I'm in a hurry to return to my people." Looking at him with glowing ice blue eyes. She was still covered head to toe with white leather. Trimmed with some gold and blues shaped into birds in flight.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 1:35 pm
Ryushi raised an eyebrow. "Runist abilities are only passed by blood, by the dark-skinned nomads in the desert," he said, speaking as if it was well known, which it was.
"You can probably find help here," he said, "And you already are getting several answers. It seems unlikely I'll be able to stop anytime soon." He added, resentfully, since the temple etiquette mandated that he answer the questions of the curious aptly and as immediately as possible. However, it didn't stop him from putting a very infuriating tone of voice to his answers.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 1:49 pm
Celestra rosed a fine eyebrow at the voice of the young priest.
Thinking to herself, he must really not like his job. But why be here?
Shrugging her thought.
She blantly replied the truth.
"We are a part of them, and yet not. You must be speaking about the survivors. Our blood is not like theirs. If not purer like it had always been."
Rubbing her temple.
"Look..I just..I need a doctor. A healer. My people are dying. We aren't...we haven't stepped out of the world since the old war. We do not know, or have any medicine that has come after our time. I cannot afford my people to suffer much longer. If our race dies. So will the memory of the old world."
She looks to him, her features so tired and worned.
"Please...help."
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 2:10 pm
Medicines. Ryushi took this information in. "From the rebel tribes, then," he said, refering to those who prefered to hide in the eastern mountains rather than fight the war. Those who, at the time, were considered traitors. Now they were just considered slightly smarter for not getting caught up in it.
"A healer?" Ryushi echoed. "Most here are Mentalists, priests," he said, "The best that they could do is use curing water and earth energy magics, but with your... purer line, you've probably tried that already."
"You would do better off trying to find an herbalist or a Lyran. They are the sort to do it, though you could try asking the Head Priest," he continued refering to Head Priest Kurohana, his father, though Ryushi refused to address him as father. "Though he will probably say the same."
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 2:18 pm
Her glowing ice blue eyes lowered.
"I see. . . where can I find these. . herbalist? What. . is this Lyran? Another race."
Rubbing her temple more. They were just to many things her people has forgotten or they were just to new.
"I. I shall seek elsewhere. Maybe a traveler would know."
Looking out, the sun has risen. Causing her eyes to be more sensative then usual. She covered as much as she can of her head with her hooded cloak.
"I am sorry for bothering you with your treasured time, priest."
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 2:26 pm
"The herbalists are more likely to be around the deeper parts of the forest, in their little huts," he said. The only reason he had not gotten monumentally fed-up with this woman yet was because she obviously had not been here before. "Lyrans... well, you really haven't been in touch with the world, have you? Those in the northeast, inept magically. So, they must make machines and their own medicinces." Which was why they tended to do better in that regard.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 2:37 pm
"Northeast?" She nodded putting that information away.
"Thank you priest. And yes. I have, my people, have not left our homes in hundreds of years. We had no reason to. Until now."
Bowing her head in respect to the priest, her arm crossed to her chest as custom of her people. A glowing blue bird on her left arm shone even in the litted room.
"May your god watch over you."
Reading to leave. She twirled silently.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 2:46 pm
"Wait, I meant northwest," he said, flustered. He probably should have felt more honoured should he have grasped who he was talking too, but he did not. Having corrected his mistake, he bowed, as a formality, and gave the accompanying customary farewell. "May the spirits guide you along your path favourably."
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 2:51 pm
Mekryd "Wait, I meant northwest," he said, flustered. He probably should have felt more honoured should he have grasped who he was talking too, but he did not. Having corrected his mistake, he bowed, as a formality, and gave the accompanying customary farewell. "May the spirits guide you along your path favourably." Smiling softly to the priest. "I thank you, priest. I hope you find your desired path. One like you, should not be contained within the confines of this world. You are. . . " She thought for a moment for the right words to say. "Powers you seek are many. And so much more then what they can teach you here. I see your potential, it hums about you." Chuckling to herself. "Mm, if you let your guard down. You can hear, feel the mana guide you." Bowing once again. She left for the northwest. Her people need her urgently, she cannot let them down.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 3:06 pm
(( Hrm... we need a Lyran city for a location, and maybe the Runist Temple. ))
Ryushi actually smiled at this as she left. He thought like he did, or saw how he thought. But this was his best place available to him to push his limits. It was the first source of mana for their people, and as such, was believed to have very strong spiritual powers as well. The thing though, that it lacked, was experience. This place was shielded, over-protective. He had no experience with the world as it was, and he knew this bitterly.
He turned back to the temple, and stared at the main shrine for a while. "Well, until I may leave..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 5:39 pm
((At least I know i'm going northeast. XD Sunny said she had some plans or something, waiting on her input. Back for awhile. Man, I got a splitting headache.))
Celestra returned to the outside world once again. Leaving the temple behind.
The place was bursting with activity. So much noise, colors, and smells. It over rode her senses. The world here was so green, beautiful even, though she knew deep in her heart. As the past has shown. Mankind would never have enough. Eventually the past would be redone. It was after all human nature to want something that it really shouldn't have.
Shaking her head of her morbid thought. She quickly glanced around.
Something was stalking though the mana.
There were people still able to do that? In this time and age? She thought most of the arts were gone as time erased the memories of the old.
Well, didn't the young priest mentioned things she didn't know?
Maybe there were other tribes, clans that still tried to keep their heritage intact as much as possible. Hidden from the eyes of greedy 'men'.
Sighing out. She brought out a strange instrument from her many pockets. A smooth flat glass like object with four points, and a thin crystal that floated over it slightly, spinning around.
Whispering something gently, the think crystal spinned madly before stopping. One of the sharpened end pointing to a different location then before.
Tucking it away once she was done. She begin her move foward. To the direction the needle pointed at.
To the northwest.
Saying a silent prayer, "Goddess, please. Let me feet become the wings on your wind."
Her adventure begins anew.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 8:55 pm
"Hm," Opening her eyes at long last as if breaking out of some trance, Eithne's grey eyes scanned the surrounding chamber for any acolytes on duty. Oddly, they seemed to have left this inner chamber for the time being, causing her to frown from behind her scrafs and retreat towards the outter, and slightly more populated rooms. She caught sight of an acolyte who looked almost like the one she'd seen the night before, as well as the retreating back of a figure all in white.
This acolyte would be just as good as any other, and it would certainly be amusing if he was indeed the same one.
"You there," She said simply, a smile in her voice as she sounded in good spirits, reaching out slightly with one gloved hand although she wouldn't actually touch the acolyte. "Could you answer a question for me about the Mana here?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 8:59 pm
Runists and questions everywhere. These words repeated like a mantra in his mind over and over, increasing the little dark cloud over his mind. "Of course I would," he said, though he added 'have to' in a low undertone, though it wouldn't be obvious, due to his back being turned. He remedied that, by turning around slowly to face her. Ah, the grey-eyed runist.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 9:17 pm
Reaching into one of the pouches tied to her wide belt, Eithne's gloved fingers withdrew a vial with a slim neck and fat bottom, the glass seemed warped and twisted although the actual surface of the bottle was smooth. The warped nature of the glass seemed to give it the appearance of having characters carved into it slightly, which was actually to be expected of a Runist Mana Vial.
"Do you think that I could take a bottle of the temple's mana with me on my travels?" She asked sweetly, already having had a prime opportunity to do so without asking, but it would have been better not to steal it should the mentalists be able to feel the mana leaving without their concent. She assumed that it would be akin to taking a mana vial from the Runist who'd crafted it and expecting them not to notice. Which was near impossible in her tribe.
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