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Shandriz Your Death Shall be Swift

Gender:  Joined: 28 Sep 2003 |
Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 12:05 pm Post subject: A hidden Temple (Attn: Reverend only) |
She'd been watching for weeks now. It wasn't -him- precisely, but something else drew her back to this hidden place of worship day after day. He was just sort of a side-effect. Initially, he had terrified her. A human, though unprotected, was a threat. The Drow, however, had learned enough about this one in particular that she no longer felt threatened by him. It wasn't really that he wasn't dangerous so much as that she had gotten a feel for his style and the way he worked, so that she would be able to get away, if nothing else.
The temple itself held much more fascination, anyhow. There was this aura of..well, holiness, she supposed it must be. And order. The exact opposite of Lolth, whom she despised so (for reasons she preferred to keep to herself, as she now found them quite childish even if they had proven right).
Suki agreed. She had led Shandriz off in this direction to begin with, and the petite Drow didn't regret it, though she sometimes wondered if it was as safe here as she thought it to be. There hadn't been any trouble yet, but Drow have amazing powers of stealth, and she hadn't been spotted by anyone. That couldn't possibly last forever. |
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Reverend I kin

Age: 41 Gender:  Joined: 21 Oct 2002 |
Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 12:20 pm Post subject: |
It was the same routine day in and day out. Every morning, he'd set out walking to the small temple built just off the main road, a secret haven for passing travellers. He liked coming here, rather than performing his daily prayers at his home temple. Here it was quiet, but still surrounded by life.
He placed his mace at the door of the temple, then bowed low before entering. Inside was a stone altar, carved by a forgotten priest of the order. The holy symbol of Mod had been etched into it, ringed with prayers for safety of travellers, and wards against those who worshipped The Void to enter.
He entered and picked up a ladle that laid on top of the altar, dipping into a bucket of clear water he had brought with him. Slowly, he sprinkled the water across the altar, chanting prayers of thanks to Mod, for the world we inhabited.
Reverend Airius Origen now sat down cross-legged in front of the altar, closed his eyes, and began his meditations, believing himself to be totally alone. |
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Shandriz Your Death Shall be Swift

Gender:  Joined: 28 Sep 2003 |
Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 12:24 pm Post subject: |
The Drow watched, mimicking his motions. It wasn't so much that she was poking fun at him, but she had become so accustomed to his routine, that she found it entertaining to follow along.
Unfortunately, this time she made a fatal mistake. That is, she actually -said- the words along with him. The silky, sultry voice of the Drow piped up in the meditational prayers.
She stood stock-still, praying he hadn't heard. |
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Reverend I kin

Age: 41 Gender:  Joined: 21 Oct 2002 |
Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 12:32 pm Post subject: |
"Hmm?"
Airius was sure he'd just heard someone's voice other than his own. And yet, that didn't seem possible. To his knowledge no one else knew of this temple, and if someone did, that person had just been chanting the same adulation to Mod he'd been. And therefore, a priest of Mod.
Only, a fellow member of the order would have greeted him upon entering the temple.
It must have been his imagination, a result of too much sacramental whiskey last night. Yes, yes that was most likely it.
Airius pushed these thoughts aside and returned to his meditation, sure that if he'd been back with Father Ardonais, he'd have recieved a mild thwack for letting his own bad habits interfere with his prayers. |
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Shandriz Your Death Shall be Swift

Gender:  Joined: 28 Sep 2003 |
Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 12:37 pm Post subject: |
The drow breathed lightly, a sigh of relief. He'd heard her, but dismissed it. He obviously wasn't Drow-- any of her people would have investigated the temple thoroughly before and after the noise, making sure to take note of any suspicious looking shadows.
Then again, any of her people would be armored and heavily armed as well. They did not leave themselves open to attack. This was likely why she did not feel particularly threatened by this human.
She shifted her position. She was fairly certain she could get to the area to the side, rather than in front of him, without being seen. Of course, it was a little more dangerous here, but she could get a better view of the temple itself from this location. |
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Reverend I kin

Age: 41 Gender:  Joined: 21 Oct 2002 |
Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 12:44 pm Post subject: |
It's not real, you're just being paranoid now, no one is in the temple, it's just you and Mod.
That's what kept running through Airius's head, distracting him from his meditations. He was sure he was alone. He had to be!
Well, maybe just one peek, he told himself. He was sure that just opening one eye would be enough to temper his nervous feeling.
Still sitting, his right eye slowly opens up to view the back of the temple facing him. |
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Shandriz Your Death Shall be Swift

Gender:  Joined: 28 Sep 2003 |
Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 12:47 pm Post subject: |
Taking a deep breath, she moved toward the spot she had picked to watch from. A flash of silvery white hair and poufy white shirt with a whirl of green cloak, and the drow had settled herself properly behind the wall where she could observe without (hopefully) being seen.
Not that she hadn't seen this a million times before, but it was becoming a sort of routine for her. Watch from the back, move to the side, watch from the side, move to the front...etc. |
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Reverend I kin

Age: 41 Gender:  Joined: 21 Oct 2002 |
Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 12:54 pm Post subject: |
"WHAT?!"
His mind raced, thinking of any reason he would have just seen flashes of silver, white and green dart past his one open eye. It made no sense to the priest, who up till now had never seen any indication that anyone else knew of this place.
He twisted his neck in the direction he'd seen the blur dart towards, but could not see anything. Hard as he looked, there was nothing there.
"Hello? Is anyone in here?"
His voice trailed off as he waited for an answer. Seconds streched on, and nothing responded to him.
He got up, and walked to the altar of stone, his hands fishing through interior pockets of his robes as he went. He produced a small metal flask, which he put down upon the altar, bowed, and walked backe from.
Father Ardonais always did warn me about Sacramental Whiskey, he thought.
Nervous and shaken, Airius resumed his place of meditation, but he was not as calm as he once had been. |
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Shandriz Your Death Shall be Swift

Gender:  Joined: 28 Sep 2003 |
Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 12:57 pm Post subject: |
Shandriz froze in place. Perhaps today would not be the best day for her to practice her usual routine. He seemed much more astute today, afterall, than usual. Probably because of her own slip-up.
She found herself shaking a bit, and leaned against the wall in an attempt to calm her nerves. She didn't really want to be seen. As much as she had marked him less than dangerous, he -was- still a human, and Matthias -had- said...at any rate, she just didn't want to be put into that sort of situation. |
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Wins 78 - Losses 87 Level 14 |
EXP: 7111 HP: 2100
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STR: 700 END: 700 ACC: 1000 AGI: 1400
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Reverend I kin

Age: 41 Gender:  Joined: 21 Oct 2002 |
Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 1:05 pm Post subject: |
He couldn't concentrate. He was too nervous now. Something had to be here at the temple with him. He wasn't sure what, but he was willing to find out.
Rising to his feet, Airius began to pace the immediate area around him, looking for any sign someone else was here with him.
"Hello. I am Reverend Airius Origen, Third Priest of Mod. I am not sure how you found this temple, but all are welcome to it." He knew he'd feel completely stupid if what he'd seen was no more than a lost animal, but it was better now to try.
Suddenly, he wished he hadn't left his mace at the temple entrance. |
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