The Knights and What I must do
Bethia walked about her lodgings this particular day thinking to herself as she watches the red haze slowly take the sky and stain it the color of blood. "I cant stand back and watch anymore, the world is going to ruin, To many people I love dying or threatened" Bethia sighs in sorrow. "This day it will stop" Bethia yells to herself suddenly "No more, will I stand back" Jumps up, and walks to her Chest, and opens the lid, and begins to fraw out an ancient Armor, beutiful engravings and regal imprints of hapiness and purity. "I'll take care of you realms, I will bring the people of good together to fight this on comming evil, I will join the Knights, and create the dream our lord and true Sylus once saw" "With Tanaka travelling the roads soon, I'll hold the Knights firm and take charge.... Evil will not prevail!" Taking her mothers Holy paladins sword Bethia, leaves her room to depart, and leaves to lead the Knights to Victory, to show them her dreams.
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Sylus
The musings of the Divine
Long had he stood at the window. Watching the
rain fall. How many times old foe. How many
times have we danced this battle? Long have
our battles been lord pure. But rest your mind, they soon will be over.
solomon came easier now. No screaming and agony, simply speak and he is
there. What will you do with them? Will you
plunge the world into another everlasting winter of destruction? *cackling
laughter* of course I will! He
sighs and stares out the window. How did it come to this? How did I let
it get so out of hand. Was lateralus right? Am
I a monster that must die? Do not be so hard
on yourself you old relic, Its just your time. Your rest is comming. And
my son. Why do you attack my son? Seraphim?
*laughter*
I
dont attack him anylonger. He has Joined me! ....
Wh-what? his heart sinks... so that was the
plan. The big secret that had been kept from him. And
what next you vile creature?
Next is your
daughter old man. Then your knights. THEN THIS WORLD! WHy
should I beleive anything you say? Because
Im going to make you forget I told you. So I can watch them burn. Sylus
leans wearily against the wall. He thinks back over his life. He has so
many good memories. His children. His goddess. His love. How many of these
things will be lost in the comming turmoil? Do
not fret Sylus. I will let you watch. And in the end, your soul will know
peace. And I will be free. What about this
key Seline is so worried about? he whispers..
trying to distract the groggy solomon before he notices what he is doing.
What
about it? I dont care about the key. It would have been nice to consume
its power, but oh well. Maya has it. And Her having it is the same as I
having it. *laughs*
You
really think she loves you? My god solomon... look at what you are becomming...
you sound like me. Hoping against hope that love will find its way ...
even to a black heart like you. SILENCE!!
Solomon
growls from within him and Sylus nods, Not a vicious man You
arent ready to deal with it I guess. You know the knights will stop you.
You know Zariel will lead them eventually. Or at least... ZARIEL?
LEAD? the girl couldnt lead her way out of her own bedchamber. I have nothing
to fear from a scion who is afraid of her own shadow. Yet.
SHe will beat you. I know it. Still faithful...
even now are we? That is the meaning of faith.
To beleive against all odds. Such as you beleive in Maya's love. Solomon
goes quiet and Sylus silently sends this conversation mentally to Ryel
with a simple request..... Be ready, and help
zariel be ready.
(ooc: How much of this ryel decides to tell anyone is up to him. Too much information is sometimes as dangerous as not enough, and I chose to trust his wisdom in this. Also. I would like to congradulate everyone involved in their wonderful roleplaying. Its well met and enjoyed) (PS OOC: Hehe there always has to be a ps. If I forgot to address this at anyone who thinks they should have been named. My apology.)
(ooc: How much of this ryel decides to tell anyone is up to him. Too much information is sometimes as dangerous as not enough, and I chose to trust his wisdom in this. Also. I would like to congradulate everyone involved in their wonderful roleplaying. Its well met and enjoyed) (PS OOC: Hehe there always has to be a ps. If I forgot to address this at anyone who thinks they should have been named. My apology.)
seline's journal pg 16
23rd of Hammer Interesting, Whomever this personage
is that wishes my help with the Shield problem is definately one of either
great power or resources. Today I was sent a Ring. Activating it will grant
one wish, which might enable me to solve the problem of the Key, which
is still out there and troubles me greatly. If it is not used there, it
might be needed on this Shield quest, so I will not use it unless it is
Absolutely necessary. Queen Simbul and I went to speak with the Ancient
Dragon Ryel today. We learned much about the key. It seems the power from
it has left the key and now resides in 3 people. Maya a Vampire, Tenchi
an esper and that Sunite priestess. What aspects of the key they each have
is unknown, however it can be triggered by merely a thought. This scares
me. The number of times I have waken with the memories of battles I have
been involved in and casting spells to defend myself against these NightMares.
If it is triggered as a result of that kind of feeling... He has the inactive
key, but would not release it to us so we could try to recover the essenses
back into it.. Spoke to him about the shield problem.. Either he doesn't
know anything or is so jumbled in his mind...riddles upon riddles I don't
have his lifetime to figure this out! Simbul finally left to take care
of some pressing matters and we started TRYING to discuss where this battle
might have been. After he stuck his empty hand out saying that was wear
he thought it might be, which is the common sign for one who desires payment
for information, I became rather upset with him and started to leave. He
stopped me and after we exchanged a few heated words, apparently he was
insulted by my misunderstanding, explained that what he meant was the nothingness
he was showing. I will have to Speak with Simbul to try to understand this.
Seline's journal pg 15
*note this is a private journal all info in
it is ooc* Today
the 5th of Hammer, I recieved a curious message from an unknown. It seems
there was at one time a Great Paladin known
as Prator who
wielded an enchanted Holy Shield.
This shield, decorated with the emblem of a Large
Glowing Sun was lost during the time of the
Battle
of the 3 Hells. There is a Lich by the name
of Artanis,Supposedly
this is his grandson who was made a lich by others and not of his own free
will. Finding this Shield. And returning it to the decendent of Prator
- Artanis MAY
help Artanis
regain his mortality. This Shield is reported to be highly blessed in the
cause of Good. And will burn any of a dark heart. At the same time the
Shield was lost, Prator also lost his Holy
Avenger a long sword with some enchantments
on it, Finding one might prove to help find the other. Now for the bad
news... First
These items were lost near the portals to the 3 hells, if those portals
are opened. the Balors and demons
of those realms will walk this world again. Beings near as strong as the
Gods themselves and bent only on destruction. Second
Ones of evil intent are supposedly seeking this Shield also, to ensure
it can't be used against them. and Last
Some Demented Idiots
are trying to find the portals so they can open them and release those
things on this realm! It is my understanding it is the will of the One
True Spell that this item be found and this
Lich given his chance to regain his life. Therefore, I ask All my fellow
faithful to exert every effort to recover this shield and enlist any they
feel trustworthy.
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Rythryn
I awoke from my reverie,
staff on my lap started, by strange
visions. It seemed more real, like a life
I
hadn't lived. The images being shaken
from my head. It has been a few months since
I aquired this interesting
device. The dream shakes from
my head and it becomes almost a distant memory
quickly. I am left with the feeling
that I have experienced it all before... like
some sort of nightmare. I struggled
hard to remember, but the visions vanished.
Getting
my bearings I realize I am not in
the field I was mediating in, but
on a hill overlooking a town being terrized
by flame. I run down the
side of the hill, staff in hand, my clothing
blowing losely in the wind. I jump off
a mound of grass and take flight, decending
towards the town in the
air. What seemed like a small army
was attacking this village... there was. The
closer I got the more I could see
the locals being cut down, burning, running
from thier homes. I could smell
the blood in
the air, its high coppery taste permiated
the
back of my mouth. I could see a
wizard flying over the town raining down firey
death
on those that were trying
to flee. So I charged him, enraged by the
slaughter below. I colided
with him mid-air...his body falling to the
ground with mine. Disorientated both our
limp forms rose slowly using barrels and staffs
for support. The crackling of the burning
wood echoed in our pounding heads.. well
mine anyways. What was going through my
head... IDIOT There was no time to
react when a solid piece of wood bound
in iron slapped me across the cheek. I spun
in
the air hitting the ground hard. My staff's
butt flying back slamming into this unknown
wizards
diaphram. Both wizards
slumped to the ground doubled over in pain,
one sucking wind, the smoke from the
fires choking the both of us... and both unable
to cast spells, which i was sort
of thankful for. Each again raising. He leveled
his
staff at me while standing, and spouted
off an arcane word This is going to slightly
hurt.... nothing... nothing happened.
I ran quickly charged him again
both of us tumbling to the ground.... again....
our staffs quickly falling away,
as I coninuously pummeled the wizards teeth..
you
can't speak..
you can't cast...maybe I
could buy the peasants some time to flee.
A
stray fist caught
my lip swelling it... our
robes reflecting the light of the flames.
A metal pot slams into my face... a boy
holding the handle "Magic using scum......
"
is all I heard as the pot came towards again...
my lips too swollen to explain... another
small group
of peasants bludgeoned the
other wizard to death, and were closing.
A group of armed troops charged down
the alley ways, now I am caught by not only
an angry mob, but armed troops out for
everyone head... HOW!?? In a matter of seconds
a full blown battle raged around me, burning
logs were used to hold off more troops, or
at least attempting. Everyone was dying
and.. I quickly called my staff to my
hands.... and that is all I remember.... When
I came to... the town was nothing
but ash,
the
townfolk and troops around
me nothing, but ash... the smell of charcoaled
flesh stung my nose... what happened??
Did I kill them...I vague memory still
haunted my mind... and was fleeting once again
... I did kill them...
I wanted to help them...
what
happened??... Later that night I
had dreams, nightmares about a cave... a
spider and a staff were they just dreams?......
I awoke
from my reverie with fleeting
memories.........
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