Still, very still. The nightmares cease, and only a faint whisper in the back of the minds of the dreamers remains. The words are not of a language known to any mortal ears, but they hint of what is to come. A coldness and a certain shadow hangs over the house of Artimer Fault, and it does not take special abilities to recognize that something has happened here. The air feels thin and disturbed, and both house owner and house guest are nowhere to be found. The holy items are still, also. There is a feeling of anxiety over everyone, as though instincts were screaming silently that this was not the end. It is the calm before the storm.
The Messenger, the Light who did what she could to guide her chosen few, does not appear to them. She cannot, for the shadows see her now, and though she is a mere substance created for a single purpose, she fears to share the fate of those taken away. All she can offer now are dreams, in hopes that her chosen few will understand and follow them. Time has run out, and she feels again that she has failed.
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The Well, and an empty house
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Konrad Knox
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No fear, no distractions. Practice of mind, practice of the body.
Practice, practice, practice. He prepared himself for this all this time.
No guidance he found useful except of his own teammates and companions. A burdain to hold without instruction is frustrating and difficult, but no war is expected to be easy. Battle was once his purpose, death was once before his name; eagerly he awaited retribution.
Suddenly it occured to him, as he laughed bitterly.
Idiots, we're such idiots. We left her in Artimer's house. The little bastard probably made a deal with them. One thing left now is to assemble the chosen ones together for one final strike. Be what will be, it's better to die fighting than to die hiding.
p.s. notes in small font are so annoying. they distract from rp even more, because i have to specifically copy them in notepad and decipher, giving the ooc words even more attention than i should.
Practice, practice, practice. He prepared himself for this all this time.
No guidance he found useful except of his own teammates and companions. A burdain to hold without instruction is frustrating and difficult, but no war is expected to be easy. Battle was once his purpose, death was once before his name; eagerly he awaited retribution.
Suddenly it occured to him, as he laughed bitterly.
Idiots, we're such idiots. We left her in Artimer's house. The little bastard probably made a deal with them. One thing left now is to assemble the chosen ones together for one final strike. Be what will be, it's better to die fighting than to die hiding.
p.s. notes in small font are so annoying. they distract from rp even more, because i have to specifically copy them in notepad and decipher, giving the ooc words even more attention than i should.
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Fianna Heneghan
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Fianna spent a quiet day in the druid house, much as any other, working with her herbs and restocking her pastes and other medico supplies. As evening fell and her long ignored hunger pangs became more insistent, she headed into the woods to gather a few mushrooms on her way back to town, walking with a slow, deliberate step so as not to miss anything of interest along the way.
As she approached the first promising patch of mushrooms the familiar shadows in the woods suddenly took on an ominous appearance. With a quick glance around and a sigh of regret as she passed the mushrooms, Fianna began to pick up her pace. Before long she began to hear strange sounds in the familiar woods, as if her very name was being spoken on the wind. "Fianna," she heard in a haunting sound as the wind passed through the trees and over the grass. "Fianna," she heard ominously in the babbling of the stream. With definite fear, she called out instinctively, then laughed at herself for expecting the wind and stream to answer. Hurrying along now, nearly running through the woods, she could think only of getting out of the lonely forest and back to town where she would find other people.
Things seemed normal again as she entered the gate into Troll's Bane. Stopping on the path to chat, all seemed well until the fog rolled in. Suddenly she saw shapes in the mist, the form of a girl singling her out, and her fear began to spread to her companions. Rainia ushered her into the library while Mary chose to stay behind. After a quiet talk before the fire, with Fianna trying not to frighten the child with too much detail, Rainia showed her fearlessness and readied herself for a fight.
All was peaceful and the ladies talked quietly until nearly midnight when the fire suddenly went out, the roaring flames disappearing in a blast up the chimney, leaving the room in darkness. A shadowy figure appeared and enveloped Fianna, stealing her away despite Rainia's valiant struggles to prevent it.
As she approached the first promising patch of mushrooms the familiar shadows in the woods suddenly took on an ominous appearance. With a quick glance around and a sigh of regret as she passed the mushrooms, Fianna began to pick up her pace. Before long she began to hear strange sounds in the familiar woods, as if her very name was being spoken on the wind. "Fianna," she heard in a haunting sound as the wind passed through the trees and over the grass. "Fianna," she heard ominously in the babbling of the stream. With definite fear, she called out instinctively, then laughed at herself for expecting the wind and stream to answer. Hurrying along now, nearly running through the woods, she could think only of getting out of the lonely forest and back to town where she would find other people.
Things seemed normal again as she entered the gate into Troll's Bane. Stopping on the path to chat, all seemed well until the fog rolled in. Suddenly she saw shapes in the mist, the form of a girl singling her out, and her fear began to spread to her companions. Rainia ushered her into the library while Mary chose to stay behind. After a quiet talk before the fire, with Fianna trying not to frighten the child with too much detail, Rainia showed her fearlessness and readied herself for a fight.
All was peaceful and the ladies talked quietly until nearly midnight when the fire suddenly went out, the roaring flames disappearing in a blast up the chimney, leaving the room in darkness. A shadowy figure appeared and enveloped Fianna, stealing her away despite Rainia's valiant struggles to prevent it.
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Julius
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Julius Rothman awoke with his start as a dove swoped by, dropping a note by his bed. He groaned loudly as he stood, giving a slight stretch before grabbing the note, opening it as he rubbed the weariness from his eyes. It had to be something bad, he thought, it always was it seemed when a dove gave him a letter these days. He feared for the worst as he opened the note, letting his eyes trace over the words as a grim look overtook his dreamy face.
Bah.. demons.. skeletons.. Fianna?!
A sudden surge of fear pierced his heart as he read over his daughter's hand writing. He quickly walked to the nearby stream, wiping his face down and wetting his hair. Within moments, he was fully addorned with armor and setting off with speed towards Trolls Bane. He didn't know what to expect, but he did know one thing. If something happened to her.. to them.. the offenders would be punished, be it by his blade or anothers'.
His heart began to race as he picked up the pace, beginning to make a light jog up the hill. He soon began to make out the shape of the gates of Trolls Bane which only helped his heart rate slightly, his worry growing with every step. His thoughts were frantic, it was not like he had reread the dove.
He rushed through the gates, charging through town, knocking over a few peasents as he arrived at the library doorstep. No one was there. Suddenly, another wave of worry swept across him as he searched the library, his slight ray of hope gone. He soon gave up, walking to the shop, his face evident of worry and grief, his breathing coming in short rasps from the early morning jog.
He had no idea what he would do. He had very little information on the situation at hand. All he could do is sit and wait..
.. and worry.
Bah.. demons.. skeletons.. Fianna?!
A sudden surge of fear pierced his heart as he read over his daughter's hand writing. He quickly walked to the nearby stream, wiping his face down and wetting his hair. Within moments, he was fully addorned with armor and setting off with speed towards Trolls Bane. He didn't know what to expect, but he did know one thing. If something happened to her.. to them.. the offenders would be punished, be it by his blade or anothers'.
His heart began to race as he picked up the pace, beginning to make a light jog up the hill. He soon began to make out the shape of the gates of Trolls Bane which only helped his heart rate slightly, his worry growing with every step. His thoughts were frantic, it was not like he had reread the dove.
He rushed through the gates, charging through town, knocking over a few peasents as he arrived at the library doorstep. No one was there. Suddenly, another wave of worry swept across him as he searched the library, his slight ray of hope gone. He soon gave up, walking to the shop, his face evident of worry and grief, his breathing coming in short rasps from the early morning jog.
He had no idea what he would do. He had very little information on the situation at hand. All he could do is sit and wait..
.. and worry.
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Konrad Knox
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