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| Topic Started: Aug 4 2011, 05:58 PM (1,071 Views) | |
| Leelan | Aug 4 2011, 05:58 PM Post #1 |
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Leelan walked lost in her own thoughts as she muddled through the last few days of her life, it seemed she had an important job to do for her God and she wondered briefly at the complexity. She had to weed through the stories to hunt the words. Had to find a way to pull from people the not so obvious truths that they didn't even know they had and then had to send that record back to home. She had spoken with the Cardinal before leaving, about the horses and about the need for the Templar she just couldn't fathom doing anything that would draw enough attention to need so much protection. Apparently she had been very wrong, the miracle she sought on this journey was one that if spoken would cause the greatest devastation the world had seen since the great floods. She glanced at the two men and wondered if they knew the secrets she was to find, if they didn't should she tell them? The journey had been faster than she had expected, without anything to cause a stir but she worried now in a way she had never worried before. With time she would know so many secrets, some valuable some not, it weighed on her a little. She would have to rely on strangers to keep her from all manner of dangers, the Cardinal had likened her to the Arch Tomes and those had been stolen then set aflame, it was rumored that God himself had destroyed the books and the man who had written them. She was restarting the books, re writing what God had destroyed because man had been so foolish and had put little thought to protecting the precious miracles God had given them. The Church was in a slow decline, the Templar's were few in number and the poor out numbered the wealthy. They needed the book to be written, the clergy had great hopes that restoring the lore of the Church would help save it. She shook her head and tried to start a conversation, perhaps it would help if she could get her mind off the task So, what brought you both into the Templar? |
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| Gabriel | Aug 4 2011, 07:26 PM Post #2 |
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The trip so far had been a rather quiet one and to Micheal that showed good signs. He would rather ride through the country side and travel the world and never have to draw his blade then he would have to kill one person. He spent most of the time riding in silence just enjoy the lovely sites and always keeping an I open for potential traps or ambush points. Today was no different from all the rest, that is until Miss Dallas asked a question. "For me it is in my bloodline and my soul. You see my mother is a Priestess and my father was a Templar just like his fathers before him. So when I was born and it was discovered I was a male child it was determined that I would be a Templar and carry on with my Families Legacy. I began training in the physical areas as soon as I was big enough to hold a sword and shield. And my mother began training me in the spiritual areas as soon as I could talk. So in a way I was born to be a Templar." |
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| Malik | Aug 6 2011, 12:38 PM Post #3 |
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Malik chuckled as he listened to Gabriel's story. It was almost too typical. Of course those who were born and bred into a position had a significant advantage over others. "Well, my story is nothing like that. I was born to poor parents, and when disease and poverty took everything from us, I ran away. I was scooped up by some Templri on a mission to take out a group of heretics. I was made the cook and trained on the way, given little choice in the matter. That was about ten years ago. I suppose I found a new family and a rejuvenated faith in the Brotherhood, so I never left." His story was no less typical, of course. Prodigal son-type. "What about you? What made you decide to spread the word of God?" |
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| Leelan | Aug 7 2011, 09:30 PM Post #4 |
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She thought about it for a few seconds, her gaze focused on the ground that had be come slightly uneven as Mordreds face flew into her mind. She felt the sadness and that touch of fear but sent up a silent prayer for comfort. They had been honest with her as far as she could tell, she could do no less than them. besides, it was best that everyone was aware of what had been so they could better face what was coming. I was born and raised in Laurelbaar, on a small farm outside of the city gates. Momma and Daddy had hoped I would make a good match but I wanted to be an Alchemist... Her voice broke off as she moved around a crack then she shrugged. I found a man who was willing to let me be his apprentice, there was an accident... I was burned badly and Mordred was, well he didn't survive. I stayed in what was left of the house for a while until a Missionary came, he said God sent him to me and healed my scars. I followed him for almost a year before he brought me to Arios. I studied there for a while before meeting with the Metatron and now we search to restore the Miracles to the Church. She had skimmed over the feelings, left out a few odds and ends about how the accident had happened but the story was hers to tell. Have you heard the rumors of the lost Tomes? |
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| Gabriel | Aug 8 2011, 05:39 PM Post #5 |
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Micheal sat and listened to the others stories, and he got quiet for a bit. It seemed they had both turned to the church in a time of need while he had been raised to continue a legacy. He didn't think himself better or them less for it because it wasn't his place to judge. Even had it been ones past shouldn't affect current actions. Miss Dallas had asked if they had heard about a tome. "What kind of tome are we talking about Miss Dallas? Cause I have heard of quite a few in regards to the church and Templar. I have never heard of any lost or missing tomes though, just ones that we draw all our current knowledge from." This was all true he had never heard about such a thing all he knew is that he was to be her guard and that was good enough for him for the time being. If it happened to prove more dangerous as time goes on he might dig for more if it hasn't been freely given. That though is only to prepare him for what may lay ahead. |
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| Malik | Aug 8 2011, 07:49 PM Post #6 |
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"I'm with him on this one. Never any lost tomes. Of course that would be why they are called 'lost', after all." Malik grinned, although his comment wasn't met to be insulting. He knew what she was asking though, and he had never been one to be interested in those types of stories. "We could ask around a few Templar barracks. There's always a treasure seeker somewhere. Anyone who travels a lot would also be good to talk to. Some of the older merchants and whatnot. Oh, and I assume you already know about our miracles? Most of the more skilled Templari have them, after all." |
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| NPC | Aug 9 2011, 03:13 PM Post #7 |
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Three men waited outside of the city, they had a mission directly from the Metatron and were determined to please him. Now mind you the mission was fairly mundane, watch for two Templari and a Priest and when they showed up present the gifts. Two of the massive draft horses stood quietly, shifting massive hooves occasionally making the light armor they wore tinkle cheerfully. The third, well, the man at his bridle would have cheerfully shot it as it stretched to bite him, again. They saw the trio coming around the corner and each shuffled around trying to place the description of the person with the correct animal. Each man approached with an easy calm manner, careful to not alert the Templari and put them on edge as they weren't expecting company, when the six met in the middle of the road and one by one a message was given before a set of reins was handed over. When the stable hand stopped in front of Gabriel he held out the reins of a massive grey who stood quietly watching the area with intelligent wise eyes. "The Metatron sends you a gift, one he knows you will use to protect the Lady as she goes about doing the Lord's work. He was hand chosen to carry you into battle for God, bright blessings upon your journey's and swift speed." The second man approached Malik and the bay stallion shoved the man hard in the back the horse seemed to snicker as he stumbled then walked over as though it hadn't happened. The man recovered but was red in the face as he approached the Templar. "The Metatron has hand chosen a mount for you. He sends it as a gift and a thank you for your service here and to aid in the guarding of Lady Dallas as she does the Lords work. Bright blessings upon your journey's and swift speed." The third man had gotten distracted when he caught sight of Leelan and was bitten on the shoulder for it. The dark brown horse would have been common had it not been for the white mane, tail, feet-locks and the attitude problem. The man tugged him along and bowed before Leelan. "The Metatron has sent you a horse to aid in your journey's he also sent you this." He handed her a sealed envelope and yanked hard on the horses head before handing her the reins and muttering good luck. |
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| Leelan | Aug 9 2011, 03:39 PM Post #8 |
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Lee had turned and was walking backwards so she could face both men, she was opening her mouth to explain what she meant by her comments. She hadn't been very good at explaining herself and bit her lip in frustration when she noted the two men no longer looking at her. She really needed to find a way to keep attention better... She whirled around to see what it was they were now looking at and gasped. The three horses were huge by her estimation and she sighed at the surge of envy. She was quick to judge they were of draft breed, the large heavy bones were built to carry a large man in full armor with ease while nothing you did could make them flinch. She sent up a quick prayer, frivolous as it was she wanted one of these gentle giants. The three men started forward and she was puzzled and slightly worried which caused her to fall a step behind the men with her, were they about to be robbed? The worry was quickly replaced as she listened to the first man present the stallions to the two men who flanked her. The grey looked her over and she wanted to hug it while the large bay seemed to have a touch of spirit and perhaps humor? Then the dark brown drew her attention, the white was startling against the dark but it was the eye's that drew Lee forward, she absently nodded and took the envelope without opening it. The man yanking the horses head snapped her out of her thrall and she rounded on him. He had 4 inches on her alteast but that didn't stop her from marching over and poking him in the chest. Don't you ever handle an animal like that again, it's not his fault you're incompetent and a foolish twit of a boy. She grabbed the mans jaw and yanked down hard, pulling him into her then stepping aside as he stumbled. She didn't bother to watch him to see if he fell but walked to the horse who was dancing around causing a general ruckus, she spoke softly for a moment though over the noise no one could hear her words. They worked, the horse stood quietly finally with his sides heaving in the sunlight. He was the only one not armored, his broad back contained a light saddle and on it's blanket was the seal of the church. He stood a bit shorter than the other two horses and wasn't as heavily muscled but as she looked into his liquid eyes he was hers. She ran her hands over his side and that was when she found the scars that weren't visible to the eye from a distance. They were ridges hidden under the deep purple blanket and glossy coat but as she dropped her head to his side a tear slid out. The Metatron understood. |
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| Gabriel | Aug 9 2011, 06:30 PM Post #9 |
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She had walked ahead of them a bit and began walking backwards trying to explain herself. But as she had turned around he noticed three figures standing just a bit ahead on the road with horses behind them. They didn't make any hostile moves and as Miss Dallas turned around to and saw the men she dropped behind the two Templar. His hand slowly moved towards the hilt of his sword in case it was needed. As the two groups got closer to one another he was better able to see the men. They did not appear hostile and in fact he thought they looked as though they might be from the church. So Micheal's hand slowly moved away from his sword and turned into a salutation as the men stopped in front of them. " Greetings gentlemen may we be of some service to you?" His question was answered almost immediately as one of the men leading a grey draft horse walked up to him and spoke, "The Metatron sends you a gift, one he knows you will use to protect the Lady as she goes about doing the Lord's work. He was hand chosen to carry you into battle for God, bright blessings upon your journey's and swift speed." The other two each received similar statements and horses of their own. Though he noted one of them handed Miss Dallas a envelope he put that in his mind for later. If it was something she wished to share or he was to know then she would either tell him or he would have gotten his own letter. His attention turned back to his horse though and he looked over the wonderful animal standing before him. The horse seemed to be stalwart and was standing patiently with his eyes and ears scanning every direction at once it seemed. Reinhardt gently patted the side of the beasts neck and stroked along his mane a couple of times allowing the horse to get used to his touch. "Thank you gentlemen very much , and please give my sincerest gratitude to the Metatron for such a wonderful gift." He then bowed towards the man that had given him the reins and turned back towards the horse once again. I wonder what I am to call you my friend. I am sure oyu already have a name and it is just a matter of time till you tell me it. He continued to gently stroke the neck and mane of the giant draft horse. |
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| Malik | Aug 10 2011, 10:06 AM Post #10 |
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Malik took his horse, nodding to the man who delivered it in appreciation. It has spirit. Perhaps even more then his previous one had. But thats the way he liked it. Horses with spirit were more unpredictable, and in battle it was a good thing as long as you have it's loyalty. The horse itself was a weapon and a tool, yes. But it was also another personality, another ally. They were smart animals, Malik's favorite. He stroked it's neck and garbed it's bridle, getting on it's left side. "Beautiful, aren't they? The Metatron knows his horses, thats for sure. Such strength and grace wrapped up into one being... I believe God himself would ride a horse." It was then he turned around to look at the others, nodding at their horses as well. He swung a foot up into the stirrup, and swung himself up. He had spent years of his life on horseback, but this steed was truly powerful. He had been ridden well, and carried the Templar like a man would wear a hat. The horse itself moved a bit snorting at its new master. He looked down at the others, now quite a bit higher then the others. This was a huge horse. "Well, what are you waiting for?" He smiled wide and his horse began to take a few more steps forward before Malik turned it around in front of the group. He began to remove the stuff he carried on his belt and began to secure them on the back of his horse. He moved his short sword to his back, and put the long sword that was there on the side of the horse. His helmet was also secured tightly. He patted the back of the horse's neck. He would need a name, but not yet. He would wait for it to come to him. |
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| Leelan | Aug 11 2011, 10:25 AM Post #11 |
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Lee sighed heavily as she pushed back, the horse was large by most standards as most draft breeds tended to be so she had to get a bit of a lead in before she would be able to mount. She twisted a hand in the horses mane and made a few steps before swinging up into the saddle with some grace despite the size difference. The horse objected and bunny hopped a few times, tucking his head to buck, Lee didn't so much as blink before she grabbed the reins and spun his head to his side so he would be forced to work his body in a tight circle. The horse spun on one leg a few times before she let up on his head then stood with his neck craned to look at her for a moment before heaving a sigh and standing quiet. Lee calmly adjusted her robes to cover herself better and looked at the two men. "First we need to stop at the Abbey, there are some records waiting for me there that I need to retrieve. From there we need to follow up at the orphanage, there is an old woman there who may have seen the Miracle we seek." Something in her face changed, sobered as she regarded the two sent to protect her... They couldn't protect her from God. My mission is to re find all of the Miracles that time and man have scattered. At one point centuries ago a man did this, wrote each down in a book that was stored in a secret place known only by the Metatron and God. The man knew the secrets and the Miracles, he used them, he sold them to others who also used them. God destroyed the books that recorded them, it's said He scattered them to the four corners of the world in His rage. The man burst into flame inside one of these buildings, in a basement where he thought to hide from God's wrath, I need to find that building. I will not be so foolish as to think the task we are sent upon will go smoothly, the things I seek can be used to destroy as well as heal and there are many who would rather see them stay buried. The Metatron believes now is the time to rebuild the tomes, to guide the church back into the steady love of God's grace, our task is a heavy one." |
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| Gabriel | Aug 11 2011, 11:25 AM Post #12 |
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Still standing on the ground next to his new found companion Micheal began to remove some of his equipment and place it upon the horses back and sable. He was very careful to distribute the weight as evenly as possible. He then moved the scabbard and his sword across his back over his shoulder for the time being. He would need to find a second one to hang from the horse that way he didn't need to actually take it off each time. He looked up at Miss Dallas as she began to speak about this lost tome they were seeking. So they would be seeking something that god himself had once destroyed. Normally he would question such a foolish endeavor but the Metatron himself had put all this together and he would not question the voice of god. Instead he nodded as her quickly placed his left foot in the stirrup and threw his right leg up over the horses back. "Alright Miss Dallas if you feel that is our best course of action then lead the way. I will follow you and do my best to protect you from what ever may befall us. For if the Metatron sent you on this mission then maybe the things we perceive as god trying to stop us is actually a test to make sure that those with such knowledge are worthy enough to have it." With that Templar Reinhardt settled upon the back of his companion and waited for Miss Dallas to lead the way in her quest for knowledge. |
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| Malik | Aug 11 2011, 02:06 PM Post #13 |
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"Well that will definitely be fun. I think see now why you need guards. If one of the other faction leaders get wind of the fact we are looking for ancient and potentially powerful miracles, they might want to intervene. So with that in mind I suggest we keep our mission between us and a select few who can help." Malik was always threat-minded. In some ways he didn't fit the bill for a typical Templar. Jance himself said as much, calling him out for enjoying combat a bit too much. Maybe his heart was in the wrong place, and he would be praying about that. But maybe he was to fulfill a separate calling. Do things others couldn't within the church. "The story itself brings up another point. We need to be vigilant with each other. Keep each other acceptable and make sure our integrity is unquestionable. We are our brothers keeper, after all. And sister, of course. But we should be watchful of others in the church who would let greed into their hearts. Another reason to keep this between us and only those who need to know. If anyone asks, we are doing some simple scribe duties, updating the records of the church. It's specific enough to explain our presence and vague enough to protect us. Neither is it a lie." Malik's horse seemed to still be settling underneath him, as it twitched and moved side to side underneath him. "Or thats my opinion, anyway. It's ultimately up to you, Miss Dallas. I am but a well trained body guard at the moment." He chuckled as he tugged on the reigns, pulling up alongside Lee. "As for the ethics of the mission, I shall not jude. We fall under the covering of The Metatron, if he is out of line -God Forbid- he will answer to God. We will be blessed for our obedience regardless." |
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| Leelan | Aug 11 2011, 05:48 PM Post #14 |
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Lee sat on her horse and studied the two men for a long moment then two. They looked sturdy and the words they spoke were correct, each was different but the intent was the same. She had few options on who to trust and the Metatron trusted these two so, she would as well. This time we search for a word, the Miracle we seek uses an odd word lost in a dead language. Ruah, which translates loosely into breath or air, I need to find that word to find it's passage and it's true use. I wasn't given what the Miracle does when spoken, only the word to trace and this is our first step. This was a moment where she worried that the weight might crush her and she struggled to throw it off and embrace the light of the challenge set before them before she shook her head and without movement her horse began to dance sideways down the path to the town. She kept her head up and her shoulders back as the entered into the main populace, after all a priestess should carry herself as though the hand of God constantly rested on her shoulder. She should never look as though she worried and she sent up a silent prayer that God would help her to find the words He had destroyed. |
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| Gabriel | Aug 12 2011, 01:26 PM Post #15 |
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Micheal listened to what Malik said as well as Miss Dallas and part of the words rang true but some of them did not settle well with him. "While I agree with part of your thoughts Brother Malik disagree with the others. For one we should not hide what we are doing from those of our faith. While I see the point in our safety if too many knew about it we still must stay true to the faith. Now I am not saying we need to announce to everyone what we are doing and make a big deal of it but when asked we should be forthcoming and honest." "As for the part about The Metatron history proves that even he can fall from the grace of god. No one is above the corruption of power. As such it is our duty to be n guard for corruption in the faith no matter if the person is a lowly commoner or the almighty Metatron. If we feel that an order is against the faith and god then it is our sworn duty to challenge it for blind obedience of the corrupted is almost as bad as being the corrupted." His peace spoken Templar Reinhardt picked up the reins of his horse and gently urged it to move after Miss Dallas and her horse. All the while his own words playing back in his mind. He was generally not one to question the faith and those above him. That was more because he was sure in his own faith and to date none of his orders had felt wrong. Though his father did warn him that when put in a spot between following a superiors orders you felt went against the faith and facing punishment. It was always better to face the punishment and stand your ground because while you may have pain in this life you would be rewarded in the next. |
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