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Post by Ashen Windsong on Jan 14, 2014 0:19:27 GMT -6
Ashen noticed Valourie staring at her necklace before she nodded. now she felt uneasy, this was her most precious treasure. she better not be thinking of taking it from me. "so i have a weird request." she looked Valourie in the more of less at her stomach then her eyes. "have any of you seen a body of a kintu monk around here?" keeping her head down, her voice remained serious. if they didnt know she would go looking herself...even if her head felt heavy.
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Post by Zudarkness on Jan 14, 2014 10:15:49 GMT -6
Zu just stands there for a few more seconds and wanders what the hell did he just do. Threatened to kill acoyolates of the white temple for doing their jobs. Boy this curse must really be tacking effect of them. And for what did he cause this Squamish over, a promise that he did keep. It's not his job to play babysitter completely.
He feels the radiate of the light magic sizzle on his cloak and himself realizing that he is more damned than ever and starts to walk away. The relic at his castle would be able to fix that , that and someone there who has abilities that he can not use anymore.
As he walks away however he considers them forgot any that they are not cursed by their life but Ashern will be if aw continues on her way. He lost three friends due to their personal greed he'll be dammed if he looses this one
As Zu walks away the smell of buring flesh can be smelt indicating that he was infact hurt from the light magic. It's just that his cloak contains some runes that shield him for a bit.
"It's not easy beig whom I am " as Zu walks away "I've killed cause they told me too above and look where I am now" he'll be back at the light temple later but for now he'll just let them be after all when ever someone dies he will be there handling their soul
"Ashern you have not however still seen the last of me."
Then he thinks of one last thing on his mind as he walks away
"Whenever there is Order it will lead to Chaos"
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Post by Charlotte on Jan 16, 2014 0:45:35 GMT -6
Stifling her laughter at the pun, Charlotte motioned to Ashen with her hand that the joke was fine. "I actually knew a goat who made the odd pun by accident, and he used to get so flustered and embarrassed..." Her smile turned into a sad one, and she shook her head lightly. She had no time to think about the past. "Hmmm... I haven't seen such a body around here, but I suppose I could look." But where would the people of the temple hide a body, of all things?? Charlotte briefly glanced at Valourie, and noticed she was deep in thought. Perhaps she was onto something about this case.
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Post by Valourie on Jan 20, 2014 14:41:46 GMT -6
Valourie went back to her seat and carefully lowered her wings back in the chair before sitting down and sipping her tea. 'A Body, hmm. The more I discover in Wildgard, the more I realize that everyone here is breaking Life rules. There are just too many things going on for one Valkyrie to handle. Spirits and Souls and Demons, Wildgard definitely is going to spur on the events of Ragnarok... And with good reason. But there has to be a way to save the good souls...' She looked back to the Pendant on Ashen's neck, Wondering what kind of Soul it held, and what it had to do with this Body. Somewhere in the catacombs. If she started to do anything that might anger the will of the Gods, Valourie could find herself in a situation that could cost her, her wings. What would happen then? 'As it is, I don't know who I am, If i'm alive, dead, undead? resurrected, reborn? There has to be an answer, after hundreds of years, I've lost track of time, of life and and death and where the lines were supposed to be drawn. Am I an Angel or a Valkyrie? Am I both, is it possibly the same thing?' She sighed, contemplating Ashen's Question. She glanced with uncertainty to Charlotte. '... One thing that is Certain. I was Born an Amazon. And no matter what Happens... no matter if I'm alive or dead. I will always be an Amazon.' Slowly she reached for the paper and quill. Writing on it: "I am not sure if I am the person to ask, about this body. I do not know who you are, or if this body should fall to your responsibility or not. But I do know one thing. I can feel your sincerity, and I know you care deeply for this person. So I will do what I can.
I'm sure the White Lady, Upon her Return -will be displeased that I let strangers into her home to rummage though her business. But we will deal with that when we come to it."
The angel passed the paper first to Charlotte for her to read, with the intention that Charlotte passed it on the Ashen herself, to read.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Jan 21, 2014 15:47:33 GMT -6
Ashen rose and walked over the Charlotte gently taking the paper from her hand. Her eyes quickly scanned the words, a slight sigh escaped her nose. She looked at Charlotte, she bowed her head. Her gaze meet with the Valkyrie carful bit the meet the eyes of one who could smite her at will.
"I thank you, I know of lady k and I knew she had the body I seek. It's exact location is unknown to me. The body is of my scale sister allynn, I carry her soul and burden, and I protect it from zu. The reason her soul isn't where it should be to begin with is because of that man." Ashen was trying very hard not to lace her words with anger.
"I was instructed to wait till the snows melt but I need to know where her body is. I am more then willing to get help in her revival, however being forced to just sit idly by whilst I play hunter I can do no longer." Ashen looked to the ground "seeing my sister is all I will need to keep my hope alive, even if my family is falling apart. This one thing will keep me going till I being her back."
Ashen slowly raised her head looking forward, determination within her gaze. "It is my duty as leader of the silver scale, and as a friend."
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Post by Charlotte on Feb 3, 2014 10:23:50 GMT -6
Upon receiving the note written by Valourie, Charlotte's heart sank a little, only feeling relief when the paper was taken from her hands. She wished to know what Valourie was discussing with Ashen, yet she felt shamed by her own incompetence - she couldn't read or write. As Ashen read and responded to the note, Charlotte did what she could to piece together the situation, staring into the fire as she concentrated hard on the conversation. She got by like this all her life, and never found improving her literacy to be ultimately vital. Growing up in a time of battle and war, there was no time for such things. But there was a lingering sadness at the back of her mind, realizing that the draw of a blade had almost always come before a negotiation. Weapons were powerful, but words could carry a wider variety of messages.
Keeping quiet, she waited for Valourie's response to Ashen, strongly hoping that the curse would allow her to verbalize her thoughts again soon. For now, she would make do with listening to everything that she could.
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Post by Valourie on Feb 11, 2014 15:43:02 GMT -6
Valourie nodded, She was familiar with the Silver Scale, She admired them... because they reminded her of her Amazons. never has there been another tribe or Organization that brought a gleam to her eyes as the Silver Scale did. Her Feathers shook and hummed at the thought of it. But soon, they stopped. And Val was back on track, her thoughts steaming more seriously again. She hated to see Ashen throw all her potential away, because of Trust. And valourie reminded herself that she shouldn't get attached. 'Just find the body, and let the Girl be on with it. Poor poor Valourie..' She thought. 'Pitiful.' The Angel turned to Charlotte, and wondered if the Ram would do the same for any of her Sister Amazons. For a moment she questioned whether or not she had influenced the Amazons as... deeply as she liked to imagine. 'I want the Amazons to be just this close. To fight, and immortalize our values and beliefs this way. To be remembered as such a close knit tribe of sisters that would fight and die for eachother, under any circumstance. This is my Dream. And I will pluck feathers from my very body to bless them with the strength to do it.' Her heart began to swell with hope, and also pain. Knowing there was only so much she could do to force these feelings of Righteousness and Valour into other souls. They had to want it, to work toward it all on their own... And there were far too many souls in Wildgard that... won't stand up any longer.
Trying to shake off the deep pressing emotions, She met eyes with Charlotte and was forced to look away. 'It's time then.' She thought. placing a hand on Ashens shoulders she gestured that the two of them follow her. As She made her way out of sight of Kirstens Acolytes. Weaving through small halls until they found the Entrance to the catacombs.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Feb 11, 2014 19:11:03 GMT -6
Ashen remained silent while studying the areas Valourie lead her in. as the air grew heavy, Ashen grew more uneasy. they stopped at the entrance to what appeared to be darkened halls, weaving every which way. she looked to Valourie, almost with a glare which could read 'if this is a trick you will regret this' then back to the Entrance. "she is in there?"
her words where sturn but uneasy. she didn't like the feel of this place, or its smell. why on earth would the church be near this place? it was...strange. her heart felt heavy, her long search could be over if only she could steady her heart and her nerve. her mother would have clawed her for feeling this way. ashen shook her head, there isn't time for this now. she could be right there for all you know.
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Post by Valourie on Feb 11, 2014 20:48:25 GMT -6
Valourie nodded, leading the way. She opened her mouth to speak and the cords had loosened only enough for a quite tone- a Monotonous mumble. The Valkyrie took the torch from the wall and stepped down into the long stone corridor.
"These Catacombs were once tunnels, they span all over the realm of Wildgard in many directions. Home of many subterranean species. Most notably, the Rats and Skirits. However, in these modern times... you never know what you could encounter down here. Your loved one is likely being preserved here, in a type of Coma... Not dead but not quite living... without her soul, she cannot move on. It's a strange unnatural preservation." Valourie navigated the Catacombs as if she knew where she was going. She had been curious since she came to Wildgard, the Catacombs held many graves, both natural and carved. Much could be learned here, even for 400 year old Angels.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Feb 11, 2014 22:13:59 GMT -6
"She is a cat Kintu like myself but her humanoid form is elven, one of the rare elf type I have accepted in my life." She informed the angel and ran as she followed beside Valourie. Keeping mostly to herself as she scanned the graves. She felt more uneasy now then ever before, she knew death was something completely normal. However, she still feared it, and disliked the fact of it.
As they continued Ashen grew more and more nervous. What if she want here? What if she wasn't preserved and my efforts to save my sister are for not..? She began to feel her curse begging to creep upon her agian. She looked up at Valourie only to see a a morbid image of her. Wings ripped face bodied and reaching for her. Ashen staggered back for a moment, but said nothing keeping her head down. This curse is becoming troublesome for my mental health..."sorry, just...uneasy, don't mind me"
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Post by Charlotte on Feb 14, 2014 2:09:50 GMT -6
Charlotte trailed behind the two, keeping silent and listening. When she heard Valourie speak again, she smiled warmly. Even if it was monotone and serious, she felt more at ease when she could actually communicate with her Queen verbally. The catacombs weren't the most pleasant place she had ever been in, but she was curious as to where this body was hidden. Out of the corner of her eye, Charlotte caught a glimpse of Ashen staggering, and gave her a reassuring look. "Uneasy? You have nothing to fear. Valourie is strong and I am no coward."
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Post by Valourie on Feb 17, 2014 0:38:05 GMT -6
Valourie continued to sift through the dank halls, the torchlight spilling into the intersections making it more and more difficult to decide which corridor to turn into. She had a rough estimation of which direction to go, but there were many halls. 'One could get lost down here, if someone wasn't paying attention..,. it's easy to get turned around.' She thought. Peering against the dark well beyond the reach of the torch. She glanced back at Ashen, well aware of her uneasiness. She could feel all of her conflicting emotions, and the pain she racked on herself with uncertainty and distrust. Valourie simply frowned and turned her attention to Charlotte's words. The Amazon always admired Charlotte for the promptness of her faith.
Val stopped.
They stood in the crosshairs of yet another intersection. Well beyond any exit. The halls were lit with dying flames and some had begun to go out. 'The Acolytes haven't sent anyone to sustain these flames, We'll lose ourselves down here when they all go out. It's a good thing we have no Humans among us, they'd lose their minds...' The angel rushed over to the nearest flame and combined it with the one in her hand. Instinctively the fire fed itself and the light brew brighter again. but it would only be for a moment while they embraced. Valourie brought her free hand up to one of her wings and plucked free one of her downy feathers.
"Don't move, don't breathe." She said frankly. Holding the feather at shoulder level. She waited for a sign.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Feb 17, 2014 1:05:18 GMT -6
"i hope your are not calling me a coward, ram..." Ashen glared at Charlotte with annoyance, her voice low and monotone. she then continued to walk looking forward after that. the smell...the dark...this...place was making her very uneasy, the cracks in the walls had begun to bleed. blood poured down and pooled on the floor, but as they walked though the liquid, no ripples where made. an illusion, the curses is activating. this isn't good. Ashen did her best to steady her racing heart as she could hear a shriek. looking at Valourie and Charlotte who seemed to not notice, she deemed the scream to also be a part of the illusion. Ashen head started to hang slightly from the strain of resisting the insanity that seems to crawl up her back like a creeping shadow. she could even feel sweat beginning to build on her forehead.
"Allynn where are you..." she pleaded quietly.
Ashen noticed Valourie running to a torch to rekindle the flames. her eyes squinted only slightly to the slight change in brightness. however Ashen's hand slowly moved to her duel ended dagger she kept at her side when Valourie told her to be still, to not even breath. the hell is she about to do?did they trick me? she thought to herself. however she did as she was intructed, holding her breath and keeping still with her hand near her blade, ready to pounce at any foul intentions that may take place in the upcoming moment. whatever Valourie had planned, it better be good either way.
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