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 Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 1:01 am
In a long forgotten time, there was a world whose peace was untimely disturbed by the appearance of a force referred to as The Darkness. No clear answer to its purpose or origin have been discovered or at least the very deepest secrets had yet to be leaked. It materializes as a thick, light blocking cloud that appears as if out of no where and once it travels over a kingdom it is not long before a sort of plague befalls the inhabitants and death is swift and unyielding. Many of these things are just rumors or assumptions...as no one has survived once The Darkness envelops a kingdom.
Until now.
It was late in the evening and a feast celebrating the recent harvest was in full force. No one saw it coming, no one sensed the warning signs or so it was to be believed. The evening turned for the worst in a mere matter of hours as the black tendrils of Death worked through every inch of the kingdom and placing a mark of the citizens. These marks began to grow and thrive moving slowly up towards the brain. Early stages formed a dark, bruise-like rash, followed by a fever and hallucinations. The final blow however was not from the original mark and its after effects - only the children could see the truth due to their sensitivity to the creatures, though their pleas to their elders were seen merely as hallucinations - but from a skeletal type being that searched out beings with the mark and sucked the very life force from them, leaving them empty and void of life.
One of these children who had been playing out by the shore had seen the clouds coming. The daughter of the King's adviser who had warned against strengthening their watch of the area even though this time his words had fallen on deaf ears. She had watched in horror as the cloud descended upon the kingdom up in the hills and as she began to rush back to discover her father's face she was suddenly stopped by one of the creatures.
"P-please, I need to see my father..." she exclaimed in fear, gazing up at the tall, haunting figure. At first the creature made no answer save a rasping drawl as it breathed.
"...Those who have already been marked have been disposed of..." it spoke in the common tongue so she could understand. She shuddered wildly at the sound of its voice as if it was reaching right into her soul, but somehow found the courage to continue.
"So...am I the only one...left?" her lip trembled.
"It may be so. I do not sense any other lifestreams within the area." it replied bluntly.
"Well then why don't you get on with it? I have no one to live for...anymore...take mine as well."
"You would willingly give up such a gift?"
"One that you take with so little care?" she responded bitterly as she became resolved to her fate. Suddenly the creature surprised her with its own version of a chuckle.
"You are too young to understand our purpose for what we do. Regardless, I am unable to consume your lifestream. For some reason you have been spared by my master...but it comes with a price." Without further explanation the creature reached out and took hold of her shoulder before she had a chance to move away. Immediately it felt like her entire body was on fire and the girl tried to scream out but no sound came. A blinding light engulfed her body and the wind picked up around the two of them violently. Through the commotion the creature spoke to her as if it were whispering into her ear. "You will no longer age, so long as this seal remains on your flesh. My master will call upon you in the future as he sees fit. Until then, I suggest you leave this place for my brethren may do more harm despite this mark..."
And with that the creature disappeared and the storm began. This was the cleansing after the purge of The Darkness, which would leave behind the uninhabited shells of buildings. The girl retreated to a row boat hidden away in a cove nearby and set out onto the water with the few possessions she had taken with her that day. What would the creature's prophetic words bring in her future? Would she manage to survive on her own, with her entire kingdom disappearing into the winds of time?
Only the future would tell...
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 7:06 am
TABLE OF CONTENTS
-Background and Setting
-The Darkness
-Our Heroes
-The Rules
-NPCs
-RESERVED
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 11:08 am
Background and Setting This is a fantasy-based RPG that begins with the remnants of the land of King Bergund, the Kingdom of the Four Gates. The majority of the kingdom rises up the sides and to the top of a hill whose features had been carved out hundreds of years prior by the Great Rift - a shift in the fault lines of two continents. The name comes from the large gates that lead away from the city to four different paths down the hillWhile the kingdom boasted a long period of wealth and peace, the King was beginning to have troubles with a neighboring kingdom and was in the stages of planning an attack that would ultimately start a war.
Perhaps it was this deceit that brought The Darkness to their kingdom. King Bergund would for once not listen to the pleas of his adviser to pay more attention to the fate of two of the other provinces in their world just months prior. Yet King Bergund would not believe that his kingdom could possibly be a target. He was wrong. In a single night the entire Kingdom of the Four Gates was wiped out save a young girl by the name of Rosalinde, daughter of the cautious and scorned adviser. As the kingdom was sucked dry she managed to escape in a small boat which drifted out into the dark waters and far from the kingdom. Her fate has yet to be discovered, though she will arrive in the waters of the Holy Kingdom of Avante and the real adventure will begin... The Holy Kingdom of Avante is the major religious hub of the world where the majority of the magic users and paladins are trained. Word of The Darkness reached the High Priests and the Emperor around the time of the first attack and ever since they have been gathering intelligence and growing their powers. If anyone can destroy this vile plague to their world, it is widely believed that the salvation of the rest of the world will come from Avante.
This brings us to the Abbey De'Revenne, a smaller yet widely acclaimed training ground for paladins settled on the coastline. Father Ober was a paladin who single-handedly stopped the Daemon Uprising of the 100 Year War, and even though he is reaching his late prime in age he is still a capable teacher and strives for perfection from his pupils. He is particularly fond of one paladin-in-training whom he rescued as a boy and raised as his ward. The boy, or rather man now, was highly capable and was on his way to becoming a fighter worthy of his title.
Little did this paladin-in-training realize that one evening while walking by the shore contemplating what his future would bring that a small row boat would appear from out of the mist that had formed over the sea. That inside he would find a young woman unconscious and almost sickly from lack of food and fresh water but ultimately alive. Finally that this girl might hold a key to finding where the master of The Darkness resides...and a way to destroy The Darkness once and for all...
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 1:49 pm
The Darkness
 Far up in the mountains of the north at the center of a crater covering a dormant volcano resides the kingdom of Balthazar, a very powerful necromancer who desires to take control of the world. During the 100 Year War he was the main protagonist who had tried unsuccessfully to conquer the Holy Kingdom of Avante. When he lost no one was sure if he had been vanquished or if he had merely disappeared biding his time and regaining strength. Little did anyone know that a very powerful dark magic he had been on the brink of perfecting had taken just a decade longer to finish.
The Darkness. A plague that took the life force of whatever it touched at an alarmingly fast and accurate rate. It appears as a pitch black cloud that contains a living "smoke" that searches out living creatures and marks them with the Death Mark. As the symptoms begin to set in the creatures referred to as Shadow Knights come and claim the power within the marked referred to as 'lifestream". This lifestream is collected and returned to Balthazar where he stores it in a large sphere at the center of the depths of his palace.
He plans to store up enough of the lifestream for turn it into a weapon and return to the Holy Kingdom of Avante and conquer it once and for all. While it has not been believed that anyone survived an attack by The Darkness, there is the occasion where Balthazar's spell finds beings that have been blessed by the gods and in the simplest terms their lifestream is protected from even his magic. Rosalinde is one of these beings. Instead, he makes sure that these few are marked with a tracking spell so that he may know where to find them in the future is he discovers a way to take control of their powers in another way and use them as his vessels. The compromise of these marks is the "borrowing" years of their lives which results in blocking the physical aging process to keep them alive for as long as he desires; it is a modification of an older spell he used to keep loyal and mindless servants alive to continue to serve him...
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 5:08 pm
Our Heroes
---The Survivor--- ~Played by LadyM~ The young and lost Rosalinde. Tragically taken from her home and her loved one by The Darkness and cursed by Lord Balthazar's magic. She is a kind and gentle girl by nature, intelligent and sensible despite her age. Her father offered her the best teachers that he could afford and she was well versed, even as a child, at the duties a woman of the court was intended to know. Even though her mother had died giving childbirth she was often told that she was the spitting image of her mother, and whenever she looked into a mirror it felt like her mother was nearby. There had been a time where she was very good friends with the Royal Prince and Princess but within the past few months her father had purposely kept her busy to keep her away from them. Perhaps this stemmed from her father's fear of the King's poor choices and that having his daughter too close to the King's children would cause trouble if he expressed any true disdain for Bergund and his children spread word of it.
So apart from her father's company Rosalinde had been quite alone for some time leading up to the attack of The Darkness. She would spend most of her time either confined to her room or off exploring the shores near the kingdom. It was her dream some days to sail off and partake on a real adventure, something to combat her now dull existence. Never in her life had she wished for a horror such as what happened to their kingdom. Nor the pain of knowing she was the last one alive. Yet now she was finally living out her desire to a much smaller extent, forced away from the only home she had ever known in search of the uncertainty of what lay on another shore of the sea.---The Paladin--- ~Played by Karu Hitoshi~ Icyre was born into a noble family half a continent away from the Holy Kingdom of Avante. His intended role was to take up after his father and rule over the profitable gold mining empire he had started. Ever since his feet first touched their planet he was doted on by his mother and nurses and had perfection demanded of him by his father and teachers. Overall it was both a prized and painful childhood. He was however a strong willed, charismatic, and witty young man who learned fast to hide his real emotions behind a complacent smile to stave off his father's wrath.
However his life that had been predestined since his birth was abruptly cut short the day his mother died of an illness that began after his birth. It was never proven to be tied to Icyre's existence but his father, who so loved his wife even if he never showed it in public, blamed it on him nonetheless. In the blink of an eye all the attention turned to his younger brother and within a month he was shipped off in the middle of the night to Avante and left to fend for himself. Luckily Icyre was found within the week by Father Ober, and his new life of a Paladin's apprentice began. Not only did he quickly find that he was very talented at his new station in life, but for the first time in a long time he genuinely felt happy and as if he were at home.-The Healer- ~Played by Ally of Memories~ Rosalie was born into a well suited middle class family, herself being the youngest of three children... not to mention the only girl. As a child she was openly different and interested in life, always the one to bring home a animal that had somehow been injured, either by human or something else. Her father strongly displeased of this... his only little girl should be pretty and sweet, soft spoken and a heartbreaker without even realizing this. He agreed she was pretty... but everything else was a utter nightmare.
What child brought home dying animals and somehow miraculously heal them? He hadn't noticed the fact that his daughter hosted a magical field about her... he was too blinded by his own wants.
From the age of seven to seventeen Rosalie was beaten and abused, yelled at and called horrible names. Her father assumed she would straighten up if he kept getting on her... if he could beat the caring nature from her body.
But no matter how hard he hit her, no matter how many bones he left broken... Rosalie continued to care for those less fortunate then her. One night it was particularly bad, the beatings. One of her brothers (the oldest had left long ago) had intervened, telling her to run.
And she did.
She ran as fast and as far as her legs could take her, this seventeen year old girl lost and alone.
She roamed for a couple of years, a strange older man finding her sleeping in a barn. His name was Father Ober... he instantly took her in, seeing her for what she truly was. She went with him to the land of Avante, more so because she was starving half to death and just wanted a bed to sleep in.
Soon she found herself falling in love with the place... she was enrolled in a few classes, learning to perfect her magical abilities.
From then on she was a healer... a very proud healer... she's never felt more at home. She's so obsessed with saving people that she's even began to wonder if she can bring back the dead...
Not smart thinking, on her part
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 5:48 pm
The Rules
◙◘◙ This is a literate/advanced literate fantasy RP. Please be prepared to write a minimum of 4-5 paragraphs per ◙◘◙
post (follow the first post done by me as an example)
◙◘◙ For the time being, myself and Karu Hitoshi are the mods for this RP. What we say goes, and if there is any ◙◘◙ trouble OOC or IC please come to us first
◙◘◙ No God modding. This is pretty self-explanatory but if you are unsure of what I mean by "god modding" PM me ◙◘◙
I don't bite : )
◙◘◙ NPCs will be listed in a specific post, and so long as you go along with what someone has done in a previous ◙◘◙
post they are free to use unless I state otherwise (they will have the phrase "Locked" next to their name)
◙◘◙ As soon as we get all of the characters in the same place, I will be establishing a posting order so be on the ◙◘◙
look out for an updated post to let you know what the order will be
◙◘◙ To apply for a character spot, please send me an example of a background/purpose for your character. I am ◙◘◙
looking for creative character development without a set "profile" layout
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 5:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 10:41 pm
▌♦▐ Time seemed to drag on into eternity in that little boat, drifting lazily along the water without any immediate hurry. The air seemed enchanted to remain still and thick, offering no aide to move the vessel in one direction or another. A dense fog had also settled in a day or so ago and had yet to lift. For all the poor girl knew she had been in the same spot since she lost sight of the shore. Had that been four or five days ago? Perhaps more? She lost track of how many times her belly had ached for something to eat, her throat scratched with unquenchable dryness.
Why had she been the one to live? In her waking hours that was all Rosalinde could think of. The encounter with the Shadow Knight still replayed vividly in her dreams, as did the sounds of aunguished cries and ultimately silence when she saw, from a distance, the Darkness finally claim the entirety of her kingdom and life there ceased to be. The girl was certainly no hero, had done nothing spectacularly amazing yet in her life, nor in the grand scheme of things did she find herself important. So again the question needed to be asked why the Darkness had spared her.
It was late, just past midnight though Rosalinde couldn't tell that through the fog. The girl simply knew that it was dark and her vision was blurred both by the surrounding mist and by her almost hallucinatory state. Perhaps she had not been claimed by the Darkness but soon she would die of starvation or dehydration and it wouldn't matter anyway. Such a though was rather appealing after all she had seen and been through; death would be welcomed with open arms if the young lady had to suffer much longer.
The little boat was in fact drifting - albeit slowly - across the sea from the Kingdom of the Four Gates and within minutes would approach the shores of Avante. The Gods obviously had something else in mind for Rosalinde, for if ever there was a place to wash up on shore the mecca of religion and healing was a paradise. In the distance a few leagues away sat the Abbey De'Revenne tall and proud on a patch of land that partially jutted out into the sea. From one of the many windows seated high in the upper tower Father Ober peered out into the fog shaking his head.
"Days. A fog this bad is certainly a tell-tale sign that somewhere across the waters lives were lost...many innocent lives, undoubtedly." mused the wizened priest to himself, as if he were writing a letter to some invisible ally. "I fear that the rumors of that vile plague are growing to be more and more true. Soon, I wouldn't doubt if we began to see it on our own continent."
Father Ober sighed and left the window to return to his chair by a slowly dying fire, leaving the large tome he had been reading askew on the oak side table next to his right arm and stared into the embers searching for an answer. He had his fears of who was behind this new terror the people referred to as The Darkness, and if he was right then Gods help them the world was in grave danger. That man should have been properly sealed away years ago to prevent his eminent return, that few besides Father Ober believed would come true.
Back on the water the boat was coming in close to the shore as the waves picked up from some unknown source and seemed ready to help the girl reach safety. She was unconscious and curled up beneath her shawl as she had been for several hours due to lack of energy and sustenance. Otherwise she might have begun calling for help when she noticed the pin-pricks of light coming from the windows of the Abbey through the fog. Or she might have left the safety of her row boat to swim towards them in desperate attempt to be out of that damned water. Yet in her state she would have likely drowned before another soul spotted her.
Nevertheless the boat continued on with its sleeping passenger until it was barely visible along the shore line. It coasted past the rocky soil of the small beach to bump calmly against the stone pier that jutted out along the shore. Here it would come to rest for some time caught in a particular current, slowly rocking and bumping against the wall as if it were waiting for someone to spot it or, if within earshot, hear it hitting the rocks. ▌♦▐
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 11:21 pm
Icyre could be usually found out and about in the courtyards, practicing his swordplay, but today his mood was exceptionally fickle due to the sudden quiz one of the clergy decided to spring on him. His mood didn't improve as he was reprimanded for failing said pop quiz, and was forced to study in solitude...but he had other plans. Who cared about history and politics in dusty old books anyway. In his previous life he had plenty of that, and now he was looking for a different sort of upbringing. He wanted adventure, and dreamnt of becoming a Paladin.
Truly Icyre was a dreamer, and that was exactly where we find our young lad, not studying as he should be, but upon the pier settled in nicely upon a bench with his gaze cast skyward towards the heavens. He hardly noticed the sound and sight of the boat docking, and sorely sat up to see who would be docking at such a time of night. He ducked behind a few barrels to keep hidden being that it was far past his curfew by now. He couldn't bare the look of disappointment on the old man's face each time he got caught, nor the million hour long speech that came with it.
"Curiouser and curiouser, now what have we here?"
His attention was peaked as he peered from behind his hiding place, his short blonde hair flickering in a nearby lantern's light. The smell of old mold and the sea was prominent throughout the air, and fog lay heavy upon the calm waters. The atmosphere was almost eerie so to speak. Not a sound could be heard, except for the calm waves cascading across the shoreline. A slight chill could be felt in the air, but the young lad was hardly affected being that he had yet to remove his armor from a day's training.
He looked back to the Abbey seeing Father Ober's silhouette in the window. Was he expecting someone? More intrigue began to grow as he strained to see the occupants of the small boat.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 11:44 pm
▌♦▐ Someone was watching her. Even in her half-dead sleep Rosalinde could tell that another being was nearby. Finally the boat had brought her somewhere and the promise of getting out of the water actually caused her to stir for the first time in hours. Green eyes fluttered open wearily as she adjusted to the feel of the cool sea air and the dim lighting, just enough to make out the shadows above her.
Beyond the stone wall of the pier she could make out the twinkling stars that were the lighted windows of the Abbey, the indistinct outlines of the foliage in the courtyard, and the sounds of far off prayer inside the stone fortress. Most importantly the swimming vision of the young man standing above her trying to see what was in her boat became a bit clearer and with effort she managed to part her lips and speak.
"I pray you tell me...am I dead?" Rosalinde murmured hoarsely, her delirious questioning obviously seeming rational to her. She must be dead, and those were the lights of guiding souls, and the shadow above her was Death, finally come to lay her to rest so she could be with her father again. As whoever it was had been lit from behind, Rosalinde could make out only his shadow; the girl longed to at least see some of his features before Death finished her.
Slowly she found the energy to reach up a hand and grasp weakly at the air as she spoke again. "I am afraid I cannot go on much longer, I have very little energy left...let me rest a bit longer..." As she waited for the being she assumed to be Death to make some sort of response Rosalinde made herself more aware of her assumed last moments and thought back on her relatively short life. While her childhood had not been grand, she had not been spoiled as others with more wealth, but it had been a loving one. She had missed her father every moment since that fateful night. But now perhaps I will get to see his smile again she thought happily. ▌♦▐
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 12:12 am
With less than a moments thought, Icyre reached for the woman's outstretched hand and took it within his own. Such a frail woman...what fate has befallen her. With nothing to little said, he quickly swept her from her feet, lifting her within his arms. He gazed into her emerald green eyes and smiled warmly as he walked towards the Abbey.
"Worry not m'lady...you are safe and shall be cared for at the Abbey, you will not die tonight," he chided softly as he walked onward into the Abbey. The Abbey hadn't had visitors for what seemed like ages, and he had no idea where to take her...so he did the most irrational thing he could do...he took her to his quarters. He thought little of the trouble that would follow for being found with a woman in his quarters...especially in the Abbey. Opening the door to his room, he laid the young woman gently down upon his small twin sized bed. He smiled kindly not only with his mouth, but with his eyes reassuring she was in good hands. Leaving the room momentarily he emerged once more with a warm plate of food. A nice slab of beef, a bowl of corn chowder soup, and a loaf of bread, his daily rations. He placed them at the foot of the bed, and placed a large glass of water on the night stand.
"I've brought you food and water, I won't be far, but just do me a favor and don't wander about needlessly. I'm sort of not supposed to have you here..." he said chuckling lightly. So much had happened in such little time. He was already enamored at the fact someone else was here at the Abbey other than the grumpy old father's and himself.
"You can rest here for tonight...I'll sleep upon the chair over there. Wake me if you need anything," he said as he removed his armor piece by piece. Within mere moments he was settled in to his horridly uncomfortable chair, but nonetheless he was tiered enough to not care about it's comforts, and soon found himself deep in slumber land. Now what he had forgotten in his exhaustion was to extinguish his light, which wouldn't have been a problem any other night, save for tonight due to his unexpected company. You see when Icyre forgot to turn off the lights, Father Ober would come around to cut them off...boy would he be surprised tonight.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 11:57 am
▌♦▐ A hand reached down to take her own and in what felt like one fluid movement Rosalinde was lifted from that accursed boat and into the arms of Icyre. Her head was hazy a bit from all the sudden movement, but this new position seemed like a completely different world to her. Her Death was silent as he had done so but as they began to walk he glanced at her through the shadows and she was finally able to make out some of his face. For the keeper of souls, he appeared much younger than she had anticipated. His face even so appeared to be that of a trained fighter, strong and more knowledgeable than most. Yet in his eyes brilliant and blue were a bit longing for...something more, but the girl was not sure what exactly. When he spoke she blushed in spite of herself; Icyre was quite charming even as Death. Yet slowly she was beginning to believe that perhaps he was not Death.
The young man spoke of an Abbey and Rosalinde wondered what he meant. In her kingdom there were no priests, at least not ones who lived outside of a special place in the King's palace. Her questioning would have to wait until later because she could not seem to find her voice again at the moment. For the time being she merely rested against his armored chest in silence looking up at both him and the dark cloudy sky above beyond the fog.
They continued to move for several minutes first outside then into a large stone building. As more light became visible Rosalinde closed her eyes to protect them from the brightness and she turned her head more into his body. She took in his almost rustic scent, and could imagine that he had had a long day training or fighting or something of the likes. Soon enough they came to a stop in a room set up with Icyre's things and she found herself being shifted again as he laid her on what appeared to be a bed. Opening her eyes again she caught his smile and kind demeanor just before he left the room. Looking around she wondered what exactly he did here at this "Abbey", and as she began to think maybe he wasn't going to return he appeared again announced by the smell of food.
Rosalinde couldn't remember the last time she ate, but she wasn't about to jump on the food even if she had the energy to move. Rosalinde had been raised better. As he set everything down and came closer within her view again Rosalinde looked to him and cleared her throat. "T...thank you." she managed to get out, offering a weak smile as he continued to settle himself into a nearby chair and soon enough was asleep himself. The young woman had done enough sleeping for the day so she lay for some time just taking in her new surroundings and all the different sights and smells.
The smell of the food soon became too much to ignore. Making sure that the young man was indeed asleep Rosalinde made the effort to sit up, ignoring the complaints of her sore body and head and reached out to take the loaf of bread and settle back near the head of the bed. Even she knew that despite her hunger there were certain things her stomach couldn't handle just yet. Still, the first thing she actually took in was the water. Setting the bread loaf on her lap Rosalinde shakily took the glass of water in both hands and began to drink quickly.
Clean water truly was a gift from the Gods. The water was gone in a matter of moments and she then moved onto the bread which too was eaten with vigor. When all was said and done Rosalinde curled up in Icyre's bed and, belly full, drifted off to sleep even though she hadn't believed she had any more left in her. Unfortunately with the both of them asleep there was no warning of Father Ober's approach, as Icyre would have known was custom. He was perhaps more surprised than angry when he entered the room assuming he'd find Icyre passed out on his bed having fallen asleep without tidying up his room or snuffing his light, to find his paladin-in-training across the room in his chair and a strange, young woman there in his stead. The code concerning women in the Abbey was well known and Father Ober didn't know where he had found her but he would be in for a lot of hard studies come morning as the Father decided what to do with the girl. He was not foolish enough to not sense the shroud of Death around her, nor did he fail to notice the strange but familiar mark of a curse on her shoulder. Balthazar was behind this, somehow, and woman or not he would not turn away a victim of that beast without learning what had happened first; any new information could help assist in the eventual conflict that would arise when Balthazar reared his evil head. Father Ober stepped to the bed and drew the blanket up over the girl, and took the remainder of Icyre's rations with him after blowing out the light and leaving the two in the peace of night. ▌♦▐
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 12:31 pm
He awakened with a sudden gasp, and groaned quietly to himself as he sorely shifted in his seat working out the cricks of his awkward positioning throughout the night. He smirked slightly as he groggily stood from his chair going about his normal routine...first he removed his shirt tossing the old one onto the foot of the bed, and placing a crisp fresh one over his shoulder. He then wiped the sleep from his eyes, and peered out the window of his room to see what time of day it was. He nearly choked upon seen the noon sun hanging high in the sky, and quickly spun around to find even more of a surprise. Apparently he had forgotten about his little house guest who thankfully didn't wake up when he threw his shirt upon the foot of the bed. He glanced about the room for his tray of rations finding nothing, and slumped back down upon the chair realizing the worst...Father Ober came in last night...
He sucked at his teeth in dismay, and swore to himself quietly. It was odd for a Paladin to swear due to an oath to their chosen deity, but you see Icyre was unique. Unlike most Paladin's in training who choose their deity before training, Icyre had not chosen a deity as of yet. Here he was, year two of his Paladin training and still no deity. Father Ober constantly hounded him about it. Quickly and silently getting dressed, he gathered up his armor and snuck out the door as to not disturb her, clumsily dropping his shield with a loud clunk as he struggled to close the door behind him. A few moments later he was fully clothe and was slowly making his way towards Father Ober's office. His blonde hair was still unkept and he had forgotten that Father Ober had a distinct eye for when he skipped on a bath and had a saying that a well kept man makes the day. For a priest, he acted more like his actual parent. The thought actually made him smile as he knocked three times at his door before letting himself in.
"Good afternoon Father Ober...now before you say anything let me explain..." were the first words he said upon entering. He didn't expect Father Ober to be speaking with the other priest of the Abbey, no doubt tasking out daily chores. So there he stood, hair a mess, girl in his room on his bed, and armor affixed sloppily due to his rush...boy was he gonna get it.
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