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| Sidarthas Monotheril | Jun 25 2009, 11:27 AM Post #1 |
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The serenity of this place had a great calming effect upon the Paladin, Sidarthas Monotheril, as he knelt before one of the great stones that encircled the great clearing. He had come here for guidance and a vision of what he should do. Lately, this Paladin had been feeling the grip of something upon his conscientiousness. He had felt it for the past couple of months, and when battling his brother Sujin in the village of Littlewood, Sid had received a vision of some great apocalypse to come. He saw in this vision his father, Reman Monotheril, reborn at the hands of a red-clad man with white hair. The horror that overtook Sid at that moment was unprecedented as the memories of the travesties his father had wreaked upon Elune, the elven kingdom that was long his second home, came to his mind. Sid knew that that vision wasn't a figment of his imagination, or the delusions of a man nearing death(as he was pretty close to it at the time) but a true prophetic vision. Sid had long pondered what other powers were granted upon him by the Augments that powered his magical abilities and granted him the might he now wielded. In specifics, the most experimental augment installed within him by the monks of the Order of the Neutral Paladins, namely the augment of Arcane Power, was the one that had shown him this vision. Unlike Sid's other augments, Arcane Power didn't have any specific field of magic it tapped into within the latent pool of energy of Sid's body. It had granted him the ability to cast walls of protection, summon a torrential rainstorm, and even grant him control over the passage of time. Now, this augment, coupled with his Physic Prowess augment, had granted him a vision, and Sid had come here to see if these Stones, a focus for primal magical energies, could grant him another vision to make sense of the one he'd witnessed before. And so, Sidarthas knelt, Chrysamere his mighty Paladin blade impaled in the ground before him. Eyes closed, his hands clasped together in prayer, Sidarthas waiting. For a seeming eternity, he prayed to the Gods and to the Earthen magicks itself that he be guided. When the vision came, it hit the Paladin like a truck. * * * He was within the great castle once more. Standing before the great altar once more. Reman Monotheril, the Warlock of the North, hovered above him, his insane cackle echoing about the rotted architecture. The red-coated man was here, too, laughing all the while. Sidarthas looked at the man's face, seeing the chiseled, pointed face and recognizing who he was before the man even turned to him: Glorfindel, his old friend! And yet, his friend's hair was much shorter than he remembered, and his armour was gone. Then, his body changed. His flesh suddenly blackened and turned into a rough armour-like carapace. His face turned into a blank mask, with only his burning eyes still there. His hair disappeared, replaced by a mane of blackened fire, with a pair of horns portruding out. Though Sid couldn't see it, Glorfindel was smiling as he drew his massive sword, and with a cry, Sidarthas' old friend charged toward him in a lunge. * * * Sid's body, unable to cope with the horror he had just witnessed in his vision, had suddenly jerked from its position. When Sid's conscious returned to his body, he found himself on his back in his gleaming armour, as if he had jumped backward from his original position of prayer. Chrysamere was still where he had put it, and so he righted himself and removed his blade, scabbard and all, from the ground before him. After that, he replaced the blade in its place at his side on the Belt of the Last Scion. "Another vague vision", growled Sid as he dusted himself off, "What the hell do those damn Gods want with me...?" |
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| Lonan Hunter | Jun 25 2009, 12:26 PM Post #2 |
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Lonan had heard a great many tales about the stones he was about to go see. He hoped that there would be some sense of closure and staunching of the flow of anger and resentment he felt towards his brother for the countless digressions the man had made against him, and he had made against his brother in turn. It was all a very frustrating situation that he just wasn't sure how to deal with, in the end. He needed some peace of mind knowing that in the future, both men would find it in their heart and souls to forgive and forget. Still, he couldn't be sure. That, above all else, was what made him hesitate the most. As he got closer to the stones, a dark sense of forboding lingered in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't sure he was ready for divine intervention, or divine input on the outcome of things, and still, he made himself press onward, his eyes fixated on the goal in front of him. Lonan wasn't a coward, he was just too damned smart to make a fool of a mistake. Lonan was brought up short when he stumbled across another man kneeling at the stones. He seemed lost in his own throes of... whatever it was one experianced when actually confronting the stones. Lonan watched from a safe distance, as the curious man jerked backwards and landed flat on his bank on the ground behind him. Lonan couldn't help but raise a brow at the man. Whatever he had seen hadn't been something he wanted to see. Again, the apprehension rose up in the pit of Lonan's stomach, and he was left with a sour taste in his mouth. He still hadn't completely succumbed to the idea of kneeling before the stones and searching for the answers he so desperatly wanted, yet at the same time, didn't want. He folded his arms over his chest as he silently watched a moment, before the man spoke up, muttering and cursing the Gods all in one sentance. Lonan couldn't help the burst of laughter that escaped his lips in one easy go. "The Gods will is of their own, friend, and often times, we don't know which end of the stick we're given, but nine times out of ten, it's the short end of it." He said as he looked the paladin in front of him over. "The Gods are strange and willful beings, I have no doubt about that." He said. Lonan himself had been at the mercy of the Gods more than once in the last little while, and dealing with them was something that he liked to do as little as possible, but as it reasoned out, one could do little in the lines of existing and living without their intervention at some point in time or another. He gestured towards the stones again, skepticism evident in his eyes and plainly written in his expression. "So they really work then?" Lonan said with a hard swallow. It was the moment of truth, he could confront the future, or he could turn his proverbial tail and tuck it between his legs as he ran for his life. How dramatic, Lonan. Stop being such a drama queen. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 29 2009, 08:29 AM Post #3 |
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Date Day 28 Zeira had wandered into this area by chance, wanting to explore the world after his meeting Exodus and finding out his old friend was alive as well. It was by chance that he had stopped to rest around the time that Sidarthas had come to pray. Still not trusting these lands after his first day, the swordsman watched from behind a stone, carefully keeping himself hidden. Even as the man fell out of his prayer, seemingly in pain, Zeira did not feel it was definitely safe for him to show his presence. And as the man before him stood and placed his sword on his belt once more, another being appeared. After saying some things, the swordsman began to understand what these stones could be. “So... These stones give visions from the gods..?” He asked himself quietly, trying to keep himself hidden while also trying to figure things out. “Then perhaps they could help me... but who do I pray to if Pelor won’t answer me... or worse is no longer around...” “Why don’t you ask them?” Sylphiris asked in her normal loud yet melodic way, breaking the silence and giving away his presence. Zeira jumped, still forgetting that Syl had problems understanding why people would want to stay hidden and what volume control was. “Syl!” Zeira found himself yelling at the celestial woman stuck in his sword before he could catch himself. Cursing himself, he hid behind the stone completely, hoping they were not heard. |
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| Sidarthas Monotheril | Jul 2 2009, 10:40 AM Post #4 |
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"Aha", exclaimed Sid as he quickly twisted to confront the new presence in the area. It was a man of seemingly deceitful features, with an outward beauty reminiscent of a vampire. However, Sid knew that this young man was no vampire, but a human that appeared to be a couple of years older than the wizened, experienced Paladin. Taking his hand off of Chrysamere's hilt, Sid cracked his neck before responding to the new man's earlier statement, for he had been kneeling before the stones for awhile. "You may be right, friend", replied Sid, using the more general term of friend, "but the Gods deign that I need to serve their wishes, and I can hardly do that when they're sending me vague hints of a Hell on Earth, now can I?" Sid burst out a jovial laugh to break the tension in the air, stretching his back and limbs out as he did so. When he had done that, Sid strode forward to the slightly-older man and extended his hand in a gesture of peace. "I am Sidarthas, Sidarthas Monotheril", Sid introduced himself, his keen azure eyes locking the lycan's jet black ones, "I'm a Paladin. I've been travelling this land for a couple of years, now, doing my part of keeping the peace. Where exactly do you hail from, milord?" Though Sid could be intimidating and imposing when he wanted to, there was no point in acting so surly with this newcomer. He seemed a decent type, though Sid's eyes could tell that he had no alignment to the Light or Dark. Indeed, Sid's augmented Sight could see a bit past the man's surface expressions and feelings, though he had no wish of probing deep into his conscientiousness. So Sidarthas contented himself with staying on the outside of the man's mind. However, a loud exclamation from another stone some thirty paces away brought Sid's eyes out of the lycan's and to the curiosity. Expanding his mental thoughts, Sid stretched his consciencetiousness out toward the other stone, and felt a curious sort of lifeforms. One was a humanoid, which is what the Paladin had expected, but there was another one present, but not in a mortal form. It was a celestial spirit contained in a blade at the first one's side. "Did you hear that", inquired Sid to the lycan as he reached over to his side and drew Chrysamere from its scabbard set into the Belt of the Last Scion, "Come on out", called Sid to the other two presences, "Show yourself!" |
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| Lonan Hunter | Jul 13 2009, 11:07 AM Post #5 |
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Oddly enough, the Paladin's proclaimation of hell on eart really didn't surprise him overly much. Most people would have cowered at the mere idea, but Lonan could do little more than shrug it off. It wasn't that he didn't have much mind for prophesizing or things of the sort. He, of all people, was more familiar with propecy than most. No, it was the fact that the constant wars raging throughout the ages meant that it was only a matter of time before mankind erased itself from the planes of the earth. Lonan considered his own musings for a moment, and was glad that his dark train of thought was cut off by the other man's laughter. Better laughter than missery... He thought to himself as he nodded at the man's introduction. "Lonan Hunter." He offered by means of greeting. He considered the man's question as to where he hailed from. He was more than sure that the accent produced in his voice was the grounds for the question. It was clear that Lonan wasn't originally born in these lands. "I'm actually from a ways off. Came here when I was still a lad." He said with a shrug of his shoulder, not wanting to let memories of the home he had left behind to burn, along with his family, resurface. Lonan watched the man as he, in turn, watched him. It was as if a silent observation was going through the Paladin's head as he surveyed Lonan's features. He was fine with that. The man was more than free to make his own assumptions about Lonan without ever having truly known him. It was fine with him. He would have time to laugh later, when Lonan did something unexpected enough to make the man reconsider any original thoughts and implications he had felt from the were-panther. Lonan's head snapped to the side at the strange proclaimation coming from one of the other stones. Before Sid's sword was completely out of its scabbard, Lonan had reached behind his back to ease the crossed blades in their own harness from their coverings, prepared to use them if needed at all. He nodded towards the Paladin, definitely having heard the sound that the Paladin had. |
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| Deleted User | Aug 21 2009, 01:50 PM Post #6 |
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Zeira cringed, thinking about what may happen after being discovered. There was the possibility that these two would be hostile towards him, but there was also the chance that they would be kind and helpful. Unfortunately the swordsman was unable to tell what would happen, and he truly did not want to take the risk of having to fight two opponents. So, he stayed behind the rock, not knowing that he was already discovered. The man’s mind raced wildly, and his heart pounded. He had battled demon armies, conquered powerful foes, and risked his life many, many times, and yet he was frightened. This was a new world to him, and so much was different. Allies were gone, and yet enemies seemed as if they could sprout from the earth like grass. Zeira gripped Sylphiris, the one being the swordsman knew would be with him as long as he lived. She was his blade, his companion, and his guard. Trying to build his confidence in this situation, he thought of how many times he had wielded her, saving his life. This could very well be another one of those moments. |
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| Sidarthas Monotheril | Aug 22 2009, 11:32 AM Post #7 |
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Sid was cautious. He had to be cautious, it was apart of being who he was. Ever since his death some three years ago and recent resurrection, Sid had taken to being a bit more wary of the world around him than he was originally. If these two beings turned out to be enemies, Sid had to prepare for them. But, then again, his Second Sight showed him a better look about these new arrivals. The humanoid being's body glowed with an inner light, not like one of a Paladin such as Sid, but as a person of the Neutral alignment, but there was no evil or malice present within his being. He wasn't a hostile at all, simply a person scared by the other two potential enemies in the Stones' grove. Acting quickly enough, Sid sheathed Chrysamere back into its scabbard and called to the man and his sword once again. "I know you're there", called Sidarthas, dropping his hands to his sides in a gesture of non-hostility, "Please, come forth. My acquaintance and I won't hurt you, unless you give us reason to." |
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| Lonan Hunter | Aug 29 2009, 12:33 PM Post #8 |
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Lonan kept his arms folded over his chest as the Paladin spoke out. He gave a half-raised brow in the direction of the Paladin, but didn't call him on the fact that he had spoken for him. Lonan didn't mean the newcomer any harm, unless he pulled a sword on him, in which case, the poor bastard would end up with a big, mean, heavy kitty on his chest. Lonan turned his eyes towards the rock and the area the sound had come from, looking expectantly at whatever was there. He grinned suddenly. "He's telling the truth, he's a paladin for crying out loud. He wont harm you unless your some kind of beastie with horns or inherantly evil." He called out. "Hell, he hasn't hurt me yet!" He said, wincing at his slip up with the word Hell. Oops. He hoped holy man wasn't offended. Lonan simply stood back and watched the rock expectantly. What was the big deal with people hiding from him lately? What had he done to deserve that? |
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| Deleted User | Sep 3 2009, 11:19 AM Post #9 |
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“Ah!” Zeira exclaimed, understanding he really had been discovered. He curled up a moment, imagining the thought of fighting two people, but then thought about what the man had said. Thinking for a moment about the situation, he decided to walk out. “Just go, Zei! He’s a paladin. I think they’re like Michael.” Sylphiris excitedly cried out before her wielder could move. “If that’s true then he’s a good guy, right?” “Syl, hush...” Zeira whispered to the celestial. If it could be helped, he would rather not have her presence announced until he was sure all was safe. He turned around the rock after taking a deep breath, resting his huge sword on his shoulder. “Ah, I’m sorry for my hesitance and hiding, good sirs. I’m, uh, new to these lands, and have not had many good encounters...” Although not a complete lie, the swordsman could not have explained his situation better if he wanted to, and still he felt bad. If this man before him truly was similar to his old friend, he wished he could tell him more. “Uh, my name is Zeira Corbelan.” |
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| Sidarthas Monotheril | Sep 7 2009, 04:42 PM Post #10 |
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"Zeira Corbelan", Sid repeated to himself as he sheathed Chrysamere within its scabbard, "It would make sense that you wouldn't encounter many warm welcomes here in Avalon. Especially south of the Cloudsweep Mountains. This is rough territory here. In fact, the Halls of the Silent Dead, I believe, are not far from here." Sid stepped forward and offered his hand to the swordsman. He could sense that this man was benevolent in nature, as well as the entity residing within his sword. Sid had heard of such weapons: they could act on their own accord and do what they wish. This being, however, seemed content to let Zeira use her as he saw fit. "I'm Sidarthas Monotheril", Sid introduced, "Paladin. I've been wandering these lands for sometime, now. This land just got out of a very dark time, indeed. Some years ago, Kioku, the Goddess of War, descended upon this land with an army intent to conquer and enslave the mortal world. It was only a deadly plague that ended her mad bid for power. At the end of it all, most of the Elemental Guardians were dead and many of the other Gods had vanished, possibly consumed in her rampage. The plague was holding Avalon deep in its grip when I returned to these lands some months ago. It only recently emerged from it, so I wouldn't expect many people to be trusting of strangers for quite awhile, now." |
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| Lonan Hunter | Sep 8 2009, 12:32 PM Post #11 |
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Lonan listened to the exchange between the two men and absently inspected his nails. It was clear that the two didn't even seem to remember he was there so he finally cleared his throat and stepped foward, a crooked grin on his face. He offered the man his hand as well. "Lonan Hunter. For all the doom and gloom you two are spouting, I'm almost afraid to be in your company." He said in a dry tone. In the next instant, a small, fury blur darted through the treeline and bee-lined it straight for Lonan. The creature skittered up the side of Lonan's body and perched on his shoulder, wrapping its tail around his neck as it stood up on its hind legs to regard the other two men curiously. Calm down, Kayda. Don't go rabid death ferret on me. The ferret looked directly at Lonan and made a chittering sound at him. I'm not, Lycan. Curiousity killed the rat. Curiousity in the form of said rat is going to kill a giant egotistical black kitty if he keeps it up. Point taken/ Now, introduce me to your friends before I turn you into a cat-kabob. Lonan rolled his eyes and then gestured towards Kayda. "This is Kayda. Yes, I'm aware he's a ferret, but believe me when I say he understands everything that we say." Which is more than I can say for you. Lonan gave the ferret an irritated look before turning his attention back to the men in front of him. "Before you ask, I can understand the thought process of Kayda as well." He said, but he didn't offer any explination as to how that worked. Edited by Lonan Hunter, Sep 8 2009, 12:36 PM.
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| Deleted User | Sep 11 2009, 03:32 AM Post #12 |
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“Ahh, a pleasure to meet you both. It’s good to know not everyone in these lands jumps to violence or leaps from flames.” Zeira spoke with a smile on his face. It was a relief to meet some calm and seemingly peaceful people. “The only problems I’ve had have been the random attacking. I know nothing of this Kioku person or the plague that ended her rage…” The swordsman seemed to have problems pronouncing Kioku’s name properly, and it was obvious he had no idea who she was. He looked at the ferret curiously before looking back to the two before him. “So is this young ferret your familiar..?” Zeira asked, recalling a bond of sorts between his old wizard friend and a raven. He was unsure of the changes in the world, whether by time or location, but he guessed that there could be some form of that ritual here. “Introduce me now, Zei!” Syl yelled out from her position on the man’s shoulder. “Syl!” Zeira yelled yet again, growing slightly agitated with her constant yelling. |
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| Sidarthas Monotheril | Sep 15 2009, 01:28 PM Post #13 |
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"Heh", snorted Sid at Zeira's comment about Kioku, "few know who the Mad Goddess is until she ensnares you within the web of lies she used to amass the army that wiped out the Floating Paradise and tore it to the earth. What's left of that once-glorious city sits not far southeast of here, actually. The place echoes of the ghosts of the past and the angels that died in the slaughter Kioku wreaked upon them." "Kayda, interesting name for a mere pet", stated Sid to Lonan, realizing that he'd been ignoring his new acquaintance while making sure that the other was no a hostile entity, "I know exactly what you feel, however, Hunter. I, myself, possess an intimate bond with a rather large black dragon named Kenji. It's rather annoying whenever the Jack of Blades decides to pull an interesting riddle on you or wishes to try and demonstrate his reptillian cleverness by confounding you with their deeper-tiered thoughts. He's a proven ally and mount, however, far superior to any horse." When the spirit within Zeira's sword interjected herself into the conversation, prompting a rather irritated retort from the master, Sid smiled to himself as the two seemed to him to be much like a bickering couple late into their married life. "Syl, is it", spoke Sid to the disembodied voice, "Is that short for anything?" |
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| Lonan Hunter | Sep 26 2009, 07:29 PM Post #14 |
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Lonan shook his head and chuckled. "Uhh... I wouldn't exactly call him a familiar, per se. More or less an annoying runt that follows me around and jokes around with me as another human would." He said with a shrug of his shoulder. "Most people call me insane. I prefer to call myself 'gifted'." He said with a lopsided grin. Lonan blinked at the sword and gave Zeira an amused look. "Nice to see I'm not the only one with another conscience and voice to follow me around." He said. "Nice to meet you all, Sidarthus, Zeira, Syl." He said, nodding to each in turn. Lonan was about to prod their topic of conversation along, when the paladin said something that really, really irritated him. Quite frankly, Lonan had a problem with ye ol' 'Holier than thou' attitude. He looked the paladin up and down and wrinkled his nose. Bad analogy. The paladin clearly was holier than he. "Uh... could you... you know... refrain from belittling my animal companions? Doesn't quite sit very well with me, and there's a falcon somewhere around here that'd like take a shot at clawing your eyes out for the implications." He said with a appologetic shrug of his shoulders. "Dragon, huh?" He said thoughtfully. "Is said dragon somewhere around now? If so, I should warn Holden to keep an eye out and steer clear." He muttered. |
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