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Rites; Part 2: The City of Four
Topic Started: Mar 11 2012, 03:14 AM (737 Views)
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"No problem, Darieal. My name is Cormir, and I agree with you on many a thing. You know, my father and brother were Templars too, and they were part of the later crusades... the ones that were more hunt than war. Both of them made their way into the deepest part of the Witchwood with their comrades and... neither ever emerged. Some say their bodies were found stripped of everything, simply skeletons in Templar armor. Others say that their ghosts haunt the Witchwood, warning other Templars of the evil that still lurks there.... They were good men in life, and I like to think they were good men in death as well. I feel the same of you, Darieal. One moment." Cromir stepped outside the cell and returned a minute later with water and bread for Darieal.

"I can't imagine they will abide with my sitting down here all day and talking to a prisoner, but I suppose they won't know if I sit down here a little longer. I know not what your sentencing will be yet, but I cannot see them overreacting... though this is a dark time indeed. You say you hunted the Tainted. Tell me, what have they done that necessitates death?" Cormir lowered himself onto the ground near Darieal and handed him the food and drink, waiting patiently for an answer.
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Darieal nodded and took his water and bread. He had wondered how the mans father could have been a templar, then he remembered that not all templars are taken as children. He tok a seat in his cell and took off his helm, letting it fall to the ground. He placed a hand on it quickly to keep it from rolling away, though he figured that it was only a matter of time before he was forced to release his armor. He sipped from the water and wiped the sweat from his head. He was exhausted, the stress of it all had taken it out of him. He was worried about Edon. He let out a sigh before speaking. "I appreciate the Kind words, good guardsmen... The WitchWood, has... dark things still lurking in it. They were brave men."
He sipped the water again, and looked at the guard. He was confused by this whole situation. He continued on. "It would please me if the punishment was not a harsh one, but honestly, I am ready to accept anything. I was trying to do my duty, and that will be seen by the Five." He paused just a moment to give thanks, his had resting on his bible for just a second.
"The Tainted are a strange lot, the lost Templars... or those that practice darker things, things that the Five do not look kindly upon. Sometimes... the things people do is just unspeakable, the dark rituals, the sacrifices... magic. It can be a scary thing, and I take the thought of it very seriously."
He looks into the guards eyes, his light blue eyes seemed to glow in the dark cell. "When you see a man melted into his own armor, you know that such things need to be... kept in check, but that dose not mean mercy should not be given to those that did not do harm. I will not slay if I must not. I only draw my blade in anger... or in shame it would seem. The ignorant, and the blasphemers are two different things. Few, think that way. That is why these matters are handled by the Templars, so that they may be seen guilty or not. For remember, the Templar a shield, before a blade. Be Thou prepared, and prepare for thyself, thou, and all they company that are assembled unto thee, and be thou a guard unto them. Ahmen." He said the last bit of his oath with pride, even in dark times such as this, he knew it was is place to defend and to protect. The ignorent are to brought to the light, not slain.
He smiled lightly to himself and held onto his bible. It had been with him for all his service, it was just as close to him as his sword. He smiled at the guard and gave him a nod. He sipped the water again, It felt a bit hot in this cell, or maybe it was just because he was flustered from the whole situation. He was happy he was calm, but his mind drifted a bit to Edon... he didnt want her to be left alone.
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"Ahmen." Cormir sighed and looked around the cell. It was clear in his eyes that he thought highly of Darieal and the things he spoke of, the duty that lay within his heart, but it was also clear that, as much as he wished that he could set Darieal free, he knew he could not. There were a few moments of silence before Cormir looked to Darieal, then at the ground, then Darieal again before planting his hands on the ground and rising to his feet. "I do not wish to do this to you, Darieal Letholdus, for I see you are a just and true man - of the same cloth as my father and my brother. I wish that I could see you to the High Temple of St. Ambriel and from there continue to discuss such things at ease with you knowing that you were not to be charged with something drastic. Unfortunately, I cannot do this. I must take your armor from you. I will see to it that it is treated properly and kept safe and... if something is to happen to you, I will make sure it falls in good hands. I will do my utmost to ease your stay here... and if you like, you may keep your Arca with you. The Five would smile to see a man so devout that, even when charged unjustly and placed in a dungeon, would continue to read from their Holy Word." Cormir smiled but it turned into a grimace shortly as he pulled a cloth smock from over his shoulder, something that had been nearly invisible in the faint light of the dungeon.

"I must ask you to derobe and don this gown, as you are now a prisoner of the Alabaster Keep." The words seemed to hurt Cormir as they left his mouth, but he had to uphold his duty. He handed the smock to Darieal and turned and walked a few paces down the hallway to give him some privacy.
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Darieal smiled at Cormir and gave him a nod. "I appreciate it. I would not do anything to cause you any trouble, and while the armor may be sacred, it is not something I can not live with out." With that Darieal undressed himself and he took a few minutes to do this. He had carefully folded his clothing, and placed it inside his breast plate, along with his greves and he then rested his helm on top. He made a nice stack out of his belongings, and then placed on the gown, he didnt like the smell and it had an itch to it. He adjusted it so it fit him properly, he was glad it was roomy. He held onto his Arca, tightly, and then spoke out. "My belongings are ready for your retrieval, good guardsman." He said down the hall so Cormir would hear him. Darieal walked towards the back of his cell and sat on the cool stone, his bare feet feeling the crakes in the stone. He waited patiently and smiled lightly to himself as he thought about the martyrs from the days of old, and was glad he was in no situation as bad as them.
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Cormir came in and sullenly took the armor without a word and locked the cell door. Darieal could hear as the guard slowly made his way back to the stairwell and began to climb back into the upper reaches of the Alabaster Keep. It seemed that he was on his own now in the dark dungeon. Luickily for him , though, there was a torch directly across from his cell that gave enough light for him to rea the Holy Word of the Five.

Just as Darieal cracked the book open, he realized he had the sensation of being watched. He could feel that, somewhere, there were eyes burrowing into the back of his skull. He glanced around and locked eyes with a dirty face pressed between the bars to the left of his cell. A man with matted black hair and wild golden eyes was looking down on him with a toothy grin, though some of his teeth were missing and the others were in obvious disrepair. The man's look unnerved Darieal and the man kept eye contact with him for a while, not blinking, not talking - just staring with the grin on his face.

Finally, without blinking, he said, "OOOOOOOooooooh amanofthegods. Aaand to WHAT mightI owe this wonderfulpleasure, goodsir?" His voice was raspy and he ran his words together, not a slur but just ridiculously quick speaking. It made him less likable.
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Darieal looked at the man, at first he bothered him, he smelt and looked rather off. Then he looked down at the Arca and let out a light sigh. He smiled at the man. "To that, I am not sure, perhaps there is a lesson to be learned?" He said with a slight chuckle, he then went back down to his book, he figured the man would speak, but he didnt want to give him any more attention was necessary. In the back of his mind, his thoughts went to Edon, he was worried for her and for what punishments might come down on him. He pushed the fear of punishment from his mind and let out a sigh. "Here I sit. mostly alone, and with little food, and with strangers around me. What am I to learn from this? Have I lost something? Do I need this quiet to search my soul? Or perhaps I need to look at my own actions..."
He paused on this and looked at the strange man, and gave him a smile. "Man of the gods, or man of the streets, both can be thrown equally into a cell. I tried to fight for what I believe in, to make sure people are safe, to guard the royal family from threats they do not understand. Now I pay for that, why is that? Is my faith weak? or was there something for me to learn here, tell me your thoughts stranger, your eyes may be wild but I wish to hear what you have to say." And it was true, Darieal did what to hear what the strange man had in mind, he was odd sure, but Darieal knew the old tales and of the great things people can learn so long as they listen.
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"YouwishtohearwhatIhavetosay, hmmmmmm? Iwanttoknow how a manlikeyou got into this cell. Didyou kill an innocent? Maybeyou found a broad a littletoo young? Slaugherchildren? Oooooh! Wereyou a whore's consort? Didyou break your oaths, goodsir? Well, regardless, Icheer for your death. OFF WITH HIS HEAD! OFF WITH HIS HEAD! OFF WITH HIS HEAD!" The wild man began to leap around his cell, chanting and screaming. He picked up a rock from the floor of the cell and began to clank it against the bars of the cell and, soon enough, other prisoners were screaming and chanting and making noise. The wild man stopped and slid his face between the bars again, the same toothy grin and wild eyes.

In one swift movement, he threw the rock at Darieal and his him in the side of the head. Blood began to stream down Darieal's face.

"Westone themen who touch our children!"
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Darieal sat there. He was angry, a fury was building up inside of him. He quickly stood and wiped the blood from his face and grabbed the rock. The he stopped, he looked down at his Arca and shook his head. This was what got him here, his anger. He dropped the rock and sat back down, he grabbed the Arca and began to look it over seeing the wear the book had been though. "I will not allow myself to get lost in rage. I am a shield before a sword, I am a guider of the flock, not a huntsmen. Hear me Five and give me your strength, your Templar is trying to become a better man."
Darieal leaned his head into his arms and held tightly onto the book, he was trying to let the anger pass from him, ignoring the fools around him was hard, but he would not allow them to get the better of him. They were not worth it.
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"Ifyour gods wouldlisten toaman who has laid afinger upon a child, they are nobetter! Let THEM ROT!"

The man cackled and took from the ground another stone. With his wild eyes and mangy hair poking between the thick iron bars that separated the cells, he smirked and, with a flash, threw the stone at Darieal's head. The stone whizzed through the air and caught the back of Darieal's head, making a sickening crack that reverberated within the Templar's skull before bouncing off into the darkness at the other side of the cell. When Darieal moved a hand back to feel the damage, it came back slick with dark blood. The rock had had a sharp edge and had caught the base of his skull very well.

"Prayto yer gods, childmurderer, childtoucher. Pray and may theydie along withyou!"

He cackled once again.
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Darieal let out a large sigh. He winced from the pain but was quick not to show it. His anger began to grow, and he stood up and faced the man, his stare hard and cold. "I am to protect the innocent, but I am also to enforce laws. I am trained to keep my blade in its sheath, but I am a warrior at heart. I follow my tenets and keep myself and those whom I serve safe. I will not be treated this way, not by the guilty and not by a fool such as yourself. You will not strike me again, if you do you shall pay for it." Darieal stared at him, his eyes bright with a warriors spirit, the kind of light that would steal away the heart to fight from lesser men. He had no intrest in hearing what the fool had to say now, he would never harm a child, let alone touch one. He went over to the far end of his cell to avoid the man and his rocks. His mind drifted to the cities far from here, he liked those lands with there strange customs, was he right to return home? Did his tainted brothers have something right? He tried to push the thoughts from his mind, but sitting in the cell of a lord he was trying to help with the problem of rituals... made him feel like he wasnt really needed, or the people had truly long lost there faith.

He leaned his head up against the wall and felt the blood trickle down the back of his neck... blood, blood was such a scary thing. How would the church treat him for this? Is Edon safe? He then shook his head and scratched is own arms in frustration, Edon, the name rang though his head. He wanted to protect her, but he knew what she was... a witch, and he wanted to help stop another ritual caster? He felt he was no better. He leaned his head down onto his arms and thought about the days of old, how he wished he marched with the heros and martyrs. He wished he was as pure and of true of thought... not so confused and puzzled. He lifted his head and looked down at his large hands, and then up towards the small amount of light leaking into the dungeon hall, for a second he thought of Edon's mother, the words she said. He shuttered and closed his eyes, resting his head again.
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"Bastard! Diediedie! Yourwords are as hollowas a holeinthe ground!" As Darieal walked away, he heard the man bend down - the rustle of the man's burlap smock he wore. Before Darieal could turn to see what the man was doing, another rock, this one much larger than the others, was hurled through the bars and hit him square in the center of the back. Darieal fell forward, just barely catching himself by throwing his hands out against the rocky prison wall and the metal bars. As he stood back up, there was blood on his ragged palms from catching himself and his shoulder hurt. Breathing hurt.

The wild man cackled away in his cell, his yellow eyes flashing - demonic against the darkness.

"Itwill be known thatI, Boza, killedthedamned Templar! Iwill KILL YOU!" He cackled again and, in a flash, threw another rock that bounced off of Darieal's arm. It seemed this "Boza" had no other drive but to stone Darieal in his cell.
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Darieal breathed deep, wincing each time as he did so. There was pain in this, he had been hit with rocks before, but not like this, there was something wrong here and this man seemed to be mad. He covered his hands in some wrappings from his new outfit, they hurt be he could deal with it. He crawled up onto his knees and shook his head, he felt the blood trickle down the back of his neck from his head wound, and his throbbing hands hurt. He shook his head again and breathed deep, he wanted to punish this man he wanted to bring him to justice. Though he knew it was not his place, he was already in jail and he did not have the right to act further, he would not give into his anger. He sat in the furthest corner in the cell, knelt in prayer and covered his head, clutching him Holy Book, he began to pray. "I will not raise a hand in anger, I will keep true to my vows. Hear me Pantheon, and give me the strength to see myself in this foe, to see the madness that could flow in all of us, give me the wisdom to love him as I would any other, to love him as I do my friends and companions, to find love for him as I do for you. Show me that my path is true, show me that my words hold power still. guide me on in this, a light to cast away the Strangers gaze." He spoke with confidence, and prayed deeply. He would not let his anger get a hold of him again. He would not make a fool of himself a second time.
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The wild-eyed man picked up another rock, cackling even more loudly now. The whole dungeon seemed to be a repository for his strange and crazed laughs, and his laughs were echoed by many others bound within the confines of the underkeep. They hooted and hollered and banged against the bars with rocks. It was like thunder, never-ending, and Darieal could feel his skull beginning to be pained from the noise and the rocks.

"Getready to DIE Templa-"

There was a loud crack and the wild-eyed man's eyes widened and he dropped the rock before slumping onto the floor. A shape stood behind him. A familiar voice spoke to Darieal:

"This is no place for a Templar, though I must admit my views on your character have changed. I was able to speak to the Aegis Captain and I come bearing ill news. I am taking you to The High Temple of St. Ambriel. Darieal Letholdus, you have been charged with conspiracy and the murder of Rodrik Greford. Furthermore, you have been charged with treason unto the entirety of Peleras. Please come with us." Cormir loomed in the shadow of the cells. Behind him was another guard.

Together, they moved to Darieal's cell and unlocked the door before entering and shackling the Templar. Then they began to move. Far off, Darieal heard the noisy clamor of bells.

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