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+ Balinor	Jun 24 2005, 12:17 PM
I am your obsidian reverie... Posts: 257 Group: Elite Member Member #43 Joined: January 14, 2005	His hand crept up the metal slowly towards the handle just as the faint sounds of yelling and banging came to his ears. Great, they were at it again...A deep sigh came from his lips, the Order seemed to rush these days... The gloved fingers flexed briefly as the cramped joints sent small tines of pain through his body from holding that hammer for so long. Even now, his right shoulder throbbed from the continuous work he had put into the sword this day. But it was all manageable, he shrugged off the slight pain for a moment. Deciding to wait until he got to his chambers and soaked in a tub full of steaming hot water. The hand stopped, his mind thinking of those words once again. Yes, boy it would be nice to have a bath as such right now. The matter decided, the hand finally came to the metal handle. A thin rod which was attached to the door by two bolts on either end. Seemed strange for a door of this size and weight to have such a small handle for which to open it. Never-the-less he pulled lightly, a dull pain again beginning to shift as the same arm worked to pull the weight towards him. It came to his figure slowly, and with naught a sound, revealing yet another hall. This one exactly similar to the last, save for it was in a T shape. The left path lead to the opening of the base of the tower. One of a few openings, which bore heavy guarding and surveillance, at all times. The right went down deeper into the dark tower. Having stairs that led either up into the important quarters, or lower into the prisons and torture chambers. He, himself had never been down there, nor did he wish to. Stories of methods used to torture those spread rather quickly these days. One told of boiling the figure alive in water, then to pour hot tar into the cracks and openings which the hot water created on and within flesh. One could figure it would be enough pain to talk about something he was supposed to hold secret, but there were worse tactics for those who still decided against the matter of talking. Thoughts aside, he moved his foot forth. Letting go of the door slowly as it followed his lead. Finally shutting with a whispering clink of metal against metal. Everything was silent, not a soul to be found within the empty halls. Seemed weird for this time of the year, maybe the bulk of the forces were sent off somewhere? A battle maybe? Is another war on the verge of falling upon us? Bah, what did he care. He was a lowly smith, its not like he could see any action. Besides, judging by the Order's forces, the battle wouldn’t last long. Through all this thinking, he finally made it to the door. To a new recruit, it would seem just as another part of the wall. There were no handles, no resemblance of an item, which could be used to open it. But there was a simple method for this... His hand again rose slowly, this time clenched into a fist. The wrist curled as he threw three soft knocks upon the door. The dull, thudding sound echoed throughout the halls, ringing into his ears like a soft whisper from a spirit of the dead. It was followed by a strange whirring sound, which seemed to come from the upper part of the door. It wasn't long before the wall itself slid upwards in a quick movement, as if it was pulled up by a powerful force. The sight outside made his face darken. Great, it was raining again... Something black moved from the corner of his left eye, his head snapped at the action. Seeing it was only a guard of the Order. One of five who patrolled this very gate right before him. They were not in sight, but there were also two Robo-Droids as well. But no one needed to see them, for the footsteps of the giant, lumbering machines created a loud stomping sound. Not to mention the loud steam engine that ran the machines. The guard nodded to him, a light nod of respect and acknowledgement as he walked out into the storm. The moment it touched his skin, a dark sweep of coldness overcame him. It made his figure shiver lightly as the water soaked his clothing in moments. Some of the water washed the dark stains on his shirt from the coal and smoke. Yet leaving some as well. An audible boom echoed throughout the air around him as the door to Order HQ shut. Yet he didn't look, merely started to walk forth into the rains.... (All in all he doesn't know about your character yet Sam...^_^)


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