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midnight_medea Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 1:13 pm
"Where did everyone go?" Ifan asked more to himself than either of his companions as they walked up the uneven road to the once grand building that he imagined had been Isambard's temple. It was still standing, though even from a distance Ifn could see it was badly damaged. There was a hole in the roof and not a window left.
"Left I would imagine." Isambard replied within him. "They would have sought new lands, not many would have stayed here to watch Albion fade to nothing."
"Many died in the plague." Nisha piped up as they made their way up what had once been a street of shops. It was like a ghost town, many of them still had goods in the windows, abandoned as if on a busy shopping day. "Lots of people lived in close quarters here, illness tore through like fire."
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 1:22 pm
Cyrus grunted as he lifted a heavy piece of stone that had fallen from the roof of his Lord Industry's temple. He had returned to Albion at some point. He was never very sure about time and its passage anymore. He had returned because that's what one did when they were searching for something of importance. You returned to the beginning.
Only the beginning was not as how he had left it. The crowning glory of his lord, the city of Albion, was empty and in complete ruin. With no other guidance or direction to go in his search for his missing lord, he turned to the temple. At first he only cleaned what was necessary out of the way. But slowly he began to fall into a rhythm of cleaning and searching. Now he was into moving the larger pieces of debris out of the way. Perhaps he would even begin to rebuild the temple for his lord's return, he thought as sweat rolled over his skin and he carried the stone across the atrium towards a back entrance.
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midnight_medea Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 1:32 pm
Industry was not thought of for his compassionate side, nope, when people thought of industry, they thought of slaves, child labour, poor pay, poor goods and exploitation. They rarely thought of the good intentions behind the influence. The good it did. Isambard was sad that so many had lost their lives, they had been his people and he had failed them ... or had they failed him by letting their belief wane.
He looked up at the towering buildings, magnificent examples of architecture, one in particular standing out over others.
"The temple is standing still." Well, mostly, the roof had clearly caved in and mother nature appeared to be reclaiming the walls but it was there.
"Come." he said, starting up the main street towards it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 1:40 pm
Cyrus stacked the stone neatly with several others of vary sizes. He wasn't sure what he would be doing with them, but he figured waste not, want not.
Dusting his hands off on his trousers, he turned and re-entered the temple. Grabbing a bit of cloth, he used it to wipe the sweat away from his face and then tossed it aside. Honestly, it felt good to be doing something productive again. Picking up his canteen of water, he swigged some back, then looked around for the next thing he needed to do. He screwed on the lid to his canteen and then stepped over to another large stone. This one had been part of the arches in the ceiling, he thought. As he was bending down to pick it up, some movement caused him to freeze.
In all of the time he had been back in Albion, he had seen not a single soul. Frowning, he straightened and turned towards the open window. There were two, but he could not see them well.
Probably scavengers, he thought. Immediately, his temper ignited and he began to radiate heat all around him as he watched them draw nearer.
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midnight_medea Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 1:55 pm
It was painful to see the temple in such a state, but it was nothing that could not be rebuilt. This time he would make something bigger and better there was more technology available and at the pantheon skilled workers from beyond the realms of Albion. He would be able to build a bigger and better city, beyond anything anyone had seen before.
Lost in his thoughts he did not sense that there might be danger as far as he wa concerned the city was empty and abandoned.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 2:09 pm
Their boldness irritated him further. Had they no respect at all? Shifting out of the view of the window, he watched them. Placing one hand over the other, he began to build a ball of hungry flames between them. Without a warning, he threw the ball as hard as he could and watched it land just short of them. Immediately he began to build up another ball.
"Leave!" he demanded in a booming voice that bounced off the ruins and caused some birds to take flight.
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midnight_medea Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 2:20 pm
Isambard jumped as the flaming ball blew up infront of them. At the voice that boomed he looked up and then to Nisha.
"I know that voice." he said looking up at the temple. "Why and how do I know that voice?"
Nisha jumped too, then smirked a little. She'd figure he would return, she just hoped the whore was not in the city as well.
"It is Cyrus, one of your servants. He's not the brightest." She shook her head. "Cyrus, it is me, Nisha and your Lord Isambard."
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 2:23 pm
Cyrus frowned at the feminine voice that shouted back. Shifting to get a better look, old memories began to stir. He remembered Nisha. But that was -not- his lord.
"I don't know what you are playing at Nisha, but you had better explain yourself fast," he threatened, holding the next ball between his hands in plain sight. "That is -not- Lord Isambard."
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midnight_medea Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 2:30 pm
"It is Cyrus, calm down, you will feel it." She called out.
Isambard looked up at the huge man and rather nervously at the huge fireball in his hands. Yep, he supposed he looked nothing like the god he had once been.
"I am Isambard, reborn, or in the process of being reborn." His voice was similar, perhaps he would hear it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 6:01 pm
Cyrus narrowed his eyes as they spoke. True, now that the serpentine woman had pointed it out, he did feel a small glimmer of something. Something that had once been familiar. Lowering his hands, he stared hard at the boy. All this time he had been searching for his lord and here he supposedly was, standing before him as a boy.
Clapping his hands together, he extinguished the flames. Reaching out, he pulled himself through the glassless window and stood before them with a critical eye.
"How do I know it is you?" he demanded despite the niggling he felt standing fully before him.
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midnight_medea Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 8:27 am
That was a very good question. What could Isambard do to prove that he was the god that Cyrus sought. He had no power, few memories beyond the odd niggle that returned to him. He did remember Albion though, stronger than anything else.
"Have faith." he said with a bit of a smirk. he was a god after all. "I came back to see what was left of the city." Though he was not sure what he was planning to do now he had returned.
"I wanted to see if anyone was left? You ... Elora." he reached into Ifan's pocket and held up the rose diamond pendant. "I found this."
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 1:21 pm
Cyrus lifted a brow at his reply. He had had faith for a very, very long time. He had had enough to begin sorting out the old temple with the thought that his lord would return. Look where it had gotten him. He was now standing before who had once been his slithery second and a wiry looking boy who didn't look like he was even wet behind the ears yet.
The mention of Elora sent an unpleasant jolt of emotion through him and his eyes went to the necklace he produced. His eyes narrowed.
"But you didn't find Elora with it," he stated more than asked. She was never seen without the necklace, yet here they were in its presence and not hers. Breathing in deeply, he moved closer and reached out to gently cup the pendant in his large palm. He studied it for a moment, then looked down into the boy's eyes. He was not sure why, but in that moment, he knew he was standing in his Lord Industry's presence.
"I searched for you," he said quietly.
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midnight_medea Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 1:44 pm
Isambard watched him as he seemed to accept what he had been told and shook his head.
"I don't know where she is. Esha had found this." he took the pendant back and put it into his pocket. "I was lost, for a long time but now I have been found and it is only a matter of time before I can regain something of what I once was."
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 1:50 pm
Cyrus breathed in deeply and watched him pocket the pendant. He would have liked to hold on to it, but he was not sure why and he certainly wasn't going to ask for it.
"Well," he smirked and stepped back. "We have waited this long," he declared with an arched brow as he folded his arms over his large chest. "It is too bad things are not as they should be for your arrival."
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midnight_medea Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 11:17 am
That caused Isambard to smirk a little, he looked around the broken buildings and fallen temple, there was glass, debris, bones everywhere.
"Well I am not quite as I should be for my return either so i think we're even." He gestured to the body he was inhabiting.
"And you know as much as I do how much I enjoy a clean slate. The world has evolved and changed, at the Pantheon I have my pick of skilled workers. We will rebuild the city in time, and it will be greater than before. Perhaps he would even embrace some of the newer, cleaner technology.
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