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<blockquote data-quote="Nonlethal Force" data-source="post: 2978281" data-attributes="member: 35788"><p>Rhema mouthed the words that Ischarus had spoken to her earlier. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“I have loved you for some time, Rhema…”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus’ closing words pounded through Rhema’s head as she thought about the trouble Ischarus had gotten himself into during the day. She knew Ischarus was innocent. But, she also knew that the legal system didn’t always get it right. Sure, the majority of cases came to a proper conclusion; but Rhema also knew that with the right kind of bribe Lord Ironblood and his legal system could be bought. She’d rather face terrors in the underground and on the other side of the mountains again than risk Ischarus’ freedom at the hands of a judge.</p><p></p><p>She mouthed more of Ischarus’ speech. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“We have flirted for years, Rhema.”</span></p><p></p><p>That much was obviously true. Rhema couldn’t deny how she felt when Ischarus finally was able to put into words what had been happening over the course of the past few years. Each foray into Quehalost had been much more than a simple quest against a ravaging land churning with evil. Each trip was an intertwining of their spirits. When they journeyed they drew closer. Ischarus often exchanged quips with Rhema as they journeyed. With the completion of each quest the exhilaration of bringing the oppressed to freedom had brought them closer. They were on a common path and had similar goals in life. They had the same ambition and saw in each other the ability to overcome their own weaknesses. It was only natural that things should end up this way.</p><p></p><p>Rhema crouched across the street from the temple watching people come and go. A slight smile crossed her face as she tried to guess how many of the patrons of the temple were true Drakontos living among humans without anyone else’s knowledge. She could never have guessed that Ischarus himself had Draconic heritage without being told. Even after he had told her his secret she found it hard to grasp. It had now been two years and she still found it amazing that people with a tiny amount of dragon blood within them lived indistinguishably among the rest of the regular citizens of the land. Of course, many of them had magical talents and Rhema largely suspected that a majority of Fingerdale’s resident mages were really Drakontos. That was a fact that she couldn’t prove. From what Ischarus said, some of them may not even know that they were Drakontos to begin with.</p><p></p><p>As the temple doors opened once more, Rhema smiled again as she watched Semeion and Charis heading away from the temple with the healer from earlier in the day. The healer looked as though he had come willingly. The trio talked in a friendly manner as they moved past Rhema’s position on their way to the jailhouse. Although they passed within ten feet of where Rhema crouched, she went undetected.</p><p></p><p>Again Ischarus’ words penetrated deeply into her thoughts as her lips brought them back to life. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“Fear of losing each other on a quest has kept us apart. Semeion and Rhema have taught me that fear is foolish in the presence of love.”</span></p><p></p><p>Her mind raced as Semeion and Charis walked past together. The two of them had bonded from the first moment that Semeion had laid eyes upon Charis in Quehalost. Even now their growing love for each other was obvious in the way that they walked beside one another. Semeion walked as if able to protect her while Charis walked as though enjoying a great security. </p><p></p><p>Rhema stood once the trio were past her position. She stepped slightly into the street and turned to watch them walk away. Her head shook slowly from side to side. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“It is highly ironic that Charis may well be the reason that Ischarus is in jail,”</span> she muttered under her breath as the pair turned a corner and disappeared out of view. She continued to speak to herself as she allowed her thoughts to find expression in the real world. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“Ischarus is in trouble because he was fighting Charis’ past. Yet without Charis, Ischarus would’ve likely not yet declared his love for me.”</span> </p><p></p><p>She continued to mutter as she dealt with the feelings inside. It was a horrible irony that left her a touch on the jealous side amidst being thankful. She returned once again to the particular set of words that had sparked her imagination. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“I have loved you for some time, Rhema”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema’s mind leapt over the jealousy and back to the thought that had started it all. She turned to the temple and walked up the stairs. The time for dwelling upon her emotions was now past her. Ischarus would be free one way or the other. Hopefully, things would go smoothly and she would quickly find the one that she was looking for. With a little luck, Brandt would be in the temple as she climbed the steps. She rehearsed Ischarus’ instructions once more as she approached the doors. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“Now go and find a man named Brandt. You will find him frequenting the temple sometime this day. Ask the priests there to identify him to you and tell him a Drakontos needs his expertise.”</span> Ischarus’ words ran through her mind as the acolyte greeted her once inside the door.</p><p></p><p>Rhema replied softly to the acolyte as her mind came back to reality. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“Yes, I am looking for a man who worships frequently here. His name is Brandt, although I will confess to knowing only his name and not his face. That is why I need your help in finding him.”</span></p><p></p><p>The acolyte looked stunned for a moment. The man in front of Rhema said absolutely nothing for several seconds. Rhema couldn’t help but feel odd before replying again. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“Have I said something wrong?”</span></p><p></p><p>The acolyte shook his head from side to side and extended his hand as if to invite her to walk down the hallway in the opposite direction that they had gone when they arrived the first time to heal Charis. Once they had cleared the entrance, the acolyte spoke very softly. <span style="color: Lime">“The name Brandt is not often spoken here in this temple. In fact, I have only heard that name spoken once. He is not one of the regular healers and only a select few know his name. Most who know his name already know where to find him. But I do know of the one that you seek. Unfortunately, he is in the middle of his typical meditation time at present. If you are willing to wait here in the hallway, shall I come back in an hour or so and lead you to him?”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema looked a bit agitated at the prospect of having to wait so long. She knew that Charis and Semeion had completed their task so easily and yet she would have to wait. If Ischarus needed this Brandt’s help quickly it simply wasn’t about to happen.</p><p></p><p>Rhema replied quite curtly. She allowed her impatience and agitation to show through only a bit, however. It wasn’t the acolyte’s fault that her timing was less than perfect. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“An hour? I have to wait an hour to see this Brandt?”</span> </p><p></p><p>The acolyte replied in a tone that demonstrated a significant comfort level with informing people that they will have to wait for their meeting. <span style="color: Lime">“Ma’am, the master that you seek enjoys five hours of meditation a day. I know waiting an hour can seem like a significant amount of time for you. However, considering that the one you seek has already been in meditation for at least four hours I should think that you would consider yourself lucky to have come when you did and not a few hours earlier in the day. Besides, one does not arouse a master from their meditations without drawing wrath from the superiors of the order. It is part of my training to learn, model, and teach patience.”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema looked at the poor acolyte and had mercy upon him. She even managed to lift the left corner of her mouth up into a smile. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“Very well, then. It would seem that my desire for a quick resolution must bow to your lesson in patience. If it is the only way to gain an audience with Brandt, then I shall wait.”</span></p><p></p><p>The acolyte smiled and politely bowed while backing away from Rhema. <span style="color: Lime">“Very well, ma’am. I shall return in about an hour’s time.”</span></p><p></p><p>It was nearly an hour and a half later that the acolyte returned down the hallway to find Rhema. By this time Rhema was actively pacing up and down the hallway. She was attempting to pass the time without being too irritated at fate for slowing down the already slow process of freeing Ischarus from the prison system of Lord Ironblood. As she saw the acolyte she inhaled so as to yell at the acolyte for being late. </p><p></p><p>Fortunately for the acolyte he was prepared and he beat her to the punch. <span style="color: Lime">“The master that you seek has notified me that he is done with his meditations and prepared to see you when you are ready.”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema’s anger began to deflate as she finally seemed to make headway in the quest that Ischarus felt so necessary. The acolyte led her down the hall a few paces and then showed her the door that led to the meditation chambers that Brandt was apparently using. Before leaving the acolyte felt compelled to offer up one more piece of information. <span style="color: Lime">“When you are prepared, feel free to open the door. The one that you seek is waiting for you inside.”</span></p><p></p><p>The acolyte backed up a few steps while bowing once more to Rhema out of an air of service. Dismissing the acolyte, Rhema turned to the door and placed her hand upon the handle. She jerked her hand back immediately upon feeling the touch of the metal in her hand. The handle was nearly ice cold. Rhema turned to question the acolyte but as she did she discovered that the acolyte had spent little time returning to his post. The acolyte had all but disappeared as the sounds of his quickened footsteps could be heard down the hall.</p><p></p><p>Rhema sighed heavily as she realized that it seemed like this day was plotting against her. She remembered the urgency in Ischarus’ voice as he told her to find Brandt and she remembered his proclamation of his love for her. Knowing the pain that would follow, she clenched her fingers into a tight fist until she had squeezed so hard that she could no longer feel the tips of her fingers. She quickly released both hands and gripped the frozen door handle. With a sudden thrust of all her might she twisted it. The door popped open just as feeling returned to her hand and the deeply chilling effect took over. Once the feeling began to return to her fingers the pain of the cold door handle quickly followed. Rhema released the door handle and quickly stepped inside before it was able to swing shut on its own once more.</p><p></p><p>Rhema no sooner jumped into the room when she was greeted by an ominously full and deep voice, <span style="color: Red">“You have been given two chances to leave, non-Drakontos. Now you must face my wrath!”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema immediately recognized the creature that occupied the room. It had the head of a dragon, but was not quite as large. Its body and limbs were far more skinny and flexible that that of a dragon, although the claws and the teeth of the beast still looked plenty capable of ripping through Rhema’s flesh. The white scales of the reptilian beast glistened with an icy blue tint when the light caught the right angle of reflection. These reflective scales glistened along the entire body and limbs of the creature. As Rhema paused to take the creature in, the beast unfurled its leathery white wings.</p><p></p><p>There was no doubt in Rhema’s mind what the creature was. It was certainly a drake, although she could figure no reason for keeping such a creature within the walls of the temple. Drakes were the smaller cousins of dragons and were less sociable than even dragons. Furthermore, drakes were not known for being overly housebroken. Each of these thoughts leapt through Rhema’s mind as she searched for the strength in her mind to fight if it would come to blows.</p><p></p><p>The drake roared again and an icy breath passed out from its throat. <span style="color: Red">“Your courage is remarkable, but you are impure and the knowledge of my existence must be purged from your mind by death!”</span></p><p></p><p>Suddenly Rhema’s mind leapt forth with a plan. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“I come in the name of Ischarus, a Drakontos. Ischarus has sent me to ask for your help.”</span></p><p></p><p>The drake reared its snake-like head back and appeared to position itself so that a lunge could be performed at any moment. <span style="color: Red">“What is Ischarus to you? What is Ischarus to me? This Ischarus has sent you to certain death!”</span></p><p></p><p>Before she could think about her reply, Rhema yelled toward the drake. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“Ischarus has sent me out of his love to such a task. He would not have sent me to his temple if he thought I could not win against you!”</span> Her mind focused and found the power within herself that she sought. She lifted her hand to attempt a strike preemptively when suddenly she saw a man in the far left corner that she had not seen before. He seemed to have somehow magically appeared out of nothingness.</p><p></p><p>As the man appeared, the drake before her began to waver and in a moment the creature was gone from sight. Rhema stood in awe as she harmlessly released and reabsorbed the energy that her mind had gathered. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“But … I don’t understand.”</span></p><p></p><p>The man spoke softly as he stopped leaning against the wall and approached Rhema. <span style="color: Lime">“Of course you don’t, child! How could you? My presence in this temple is known only to Drakontai. Occasionally evil Drakontai are able to stumble upon my position. This is why the illusion of the drake is necessary. Anyone entering this section of the hallway who cannot be sensed as having pure and good draconic heritage must be tested. There is only one acceptable answer to the challenge that will prevent you from being destroyed in combat with me.”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema’s eyes grew wide as the man spoke. As the man saw Rhema’s reaction he smiled. <span style="color: Lime">“The only acceptable answer that allows you to remain alive in the presence of my illusions is the answer of love from a Drakontos. Of course I have no ability to know whether the love is real or simply stated to pass this test. You have given the proper answer and you have withstood the perseverance tests of the wait and the cold door. By the way, I am Brandt. Apparently we need to talk. I assume this much is true since your friend Ischarus must be in trouble to have sent a non-Drakontos to seek me out. Normally, I would have expected him to come himself.”</span></p><p></p><p>[Sblock=Color-Free Speech Section]</p><p>Rhema mouthed the words that Ischarus had spoken to her earlier. “I have loved you for some time, Rhema…”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus’ closing words pounded through Rhema’s head as she thought about the trouble Ischarus had gotten himself into during the day. She knew Ischarus was innocent. But, she also knew that the legal system didn’t always get it right. Sure, the majority of cases came to a proper conclusion; but Rhema also knew that with the right kind of bribe Lord Ironblood and his legal system could be bought. She’d rather face terrors in the underground and on the other side of the mountains again than risk Ischarus’ freedom at the hands of a judge.</p><p></p><p>She mouthed more of Ischarus’ speech. “We have flirted for years, Rhema.”</p><p></p><p>That much was obviously true. Rhema couldn’t deny how she felt when Ischarus finally was able to put into words what had been happening over the course of the past few years. Each foray into Quehalost had been much more than a simple quest against a ravaging land churning with evil. Each trip was an intertwining of their spirits. When they journeyed they drew closer. Ischarus often exchanged quips with Rhema as they journeyed. With the completion of each quest the exhilaration of bringing the oppressed to freedom had brought them closer. They were on a common path and had similar goals in life. They had the same ambition and saw in each other the ability to overcome their own weaknesses. It was only natural that things should end up this way.</p><p></p><p>Rhema crouched across the street from the temple watching people come and go. A slight smile crossed her face as she tried to guess how many of the patrons of the temple were true Drakontos living among humans without anyone else’s knowledge. She could never have guessed that Ischarus himself had Draconic heritage without being told. Even after he had told her his secret she found it hard to grasp. It had now been two years and she still found it amazing that people with a tiny amount of dragon blood within them lived indistinguishably among the rest of the regular citizens of the land. Of course, many of them had magical talents and Rhema largely suspected that a majority of Fingerdale’s resident mages were really Drakontos. That was a fact that she couldn’t prove. From what Ischarus said, some of them may not even know that they were Drakontos to begin with.</p><p></p><p>As the temple doors opened once more, Rhema smiled again as she watched Semeion and Charis heading away from the temple with the healer from earlier in the day. The healer looked as though he had come willingly. The trio talked in a friendly manner as they moved past Rhema’s position on their way to the jailhouse. Although they passed within ten feet of where Rhema crouched, she went undetected.</p><p></p><p>Again Ischarus’ words penetrated deeply into her thoughts as her lips brought them back to life. “Fear of losing each other on a quest has kept us apart. Semeion and Rhema have taught me that fear is foolish in the presence of love.”</p><p></p><p>Her mind raced as Semeion and Charis walked past together. The two of them had bonded from the first moment that Semeion had laid eyes upon Charis in Quehalost. Even now their growing love for each other was obvious in the way that they walked beside one another. Semeion walked as if able to protect her while Charis walked as though enjoying a great security. </p><p></p><p>Rhema stood once the trio were past her position. She stepped slightly into the street and turned to watch them walk away. Her head shook slowly from side to side. “It is highly ironic that Charis may well be the reason that Ischarus is in jail,” she muttered under her breath as the pair turned a corner and disappeared out of view. She continued to speak to herself as she allowed her thoughts to find expression in the real world. “Ischarus is in trouble because he was fighting Charis’ past. Yet without Charis, Ischarus would’ve likely not yet declared his love for me.” </p><p></p><p>She continued to mutter as she dealt with the feelings inside. It was a horrible irony that left her a touch on the jealous side amidst being thankful. She returned once again to the particular set of words that had sparked her imagination. “I have loved you for some time, Rhema”</p><p></p><p>Rhema’s mind leapt over the jealousy and back to the thought that had started it all. She turned to the temple and walked up the stairs. The time for dwelling upon her emotions was now past her. Ischarus would be free one way or the other. Hopefully, things would go smoothly and she would quickly find the one that she was looking for. With a little luck, Brandt would be in the temple as she climbed the steps. She rehearsed Ischarus’ instructions once more as she approached the doors. “Now go and find a man named Brandt. You will find him frequenting the temple sometime this day. Ask the priests there to identify him to you and tell him a Drakontos needs his expertise.” Ischarus’ words ran through her mind as the acolyte greeted her once inside the door.</p><p></p><p>Rhema replied softly to the acolyte as her mind came back to reality. “Yes, I am looking for a man who worships frequently here. His name is Brandt, although I will confess to knowing only his name and not his face. That is why I need your help in finding him.”</p><p></p><p>The acolyte looked stunned for a moment. The man in front of Rhema said absolutely nothing for several seconds. Rhema couldn’t help but feel odd before replying again. “Have I said something wrong?”</p><p></p><p>The acolyte shook his head from side to side and extended his hand as if to invite her to walk down the hallway in the opposite direction that they had gone when they arrived the first time to heal Charis. Once they had cleared the entrance, the acolyte spoke very softly. “The name Brandt is not often spoken here in this temple. In fact, I have only heard that name spoken once. He is not one of the regular healers and only a select few know his name. Most who know his name already know where to find him. But I do know of the one that you seek. Unfortunately, he is in the middle of his typical meditation time at present. If you are willing to wait here in the hallway, shall I come back in an hour or so and lead you to him?”</p><p></p><p>Rhema looked a bit agitated at the prospect of having to wait so long. She knew that Charis and Semeion had completed their task so easily and yet she would have to wait. If Ischarus needed this Brandt’s help quickly it simply wasn’t about to happen.</p><p></p><p>Rhema replied quite curtly. She allowed her impatience and agitation to show through only a bit, however. It wasn’t the acolyte’s fault that her timing was less than perfect. “An hour? I have to wait an hour to see this Brandt?” </p><p></p><p>The acolyte replied in a tone that demonstrated a significant comfort level with informing people that they will have to wait for their meeting. “Ma’am, the master that you seek enjoys five hours of meditation a day. I know waiting an hour can seem like a significant amount of time for you. However, considering that the one you seek has already been in meditation for at least four hours I should think that you would consider yourself lucky to have come when you did and not a few hours earlier in the day. Besides, one does not arouse a master from their meditations without drawing wrath from the superiors of the order. It is part of my training to learn, model, and teach patience.”</p><p></p><p>Rhema looked at the poor acolyte and had mercy upon him. She even managed to lift the left corner of her mouth up into a smile. “Very well, then. It would seem that my desire for a quick resolution must bow to your lesson in patience. If it is the only way to gain an audience with Brandt, then I shall wait.”</p><p></p><p>The acolyte smiled and politely bowed while backing away from Rhema. “Very well, ma’am. I shall return in about an hour’s time.”</p><p></p><p>It was nearly an hour and a half later that the acolyte returned down the hallway to find Rhema. By this time Rhema was actively pacing up and down the hallway. She was attempting to pass the time without being too irritated at fate for slowing down the already slow process of freeing Ischarus from the prison system of Lord Ironblood. As she saw the acolyte she inhaled so as to yell at the acolyte for being late. </p><p></p><p>Fortunately for the acolyte he was prepared and he beat her to the punch. “The master that you seek has notified me that he is done with his meditations and prepared to see you when you are ready.”</p><p></p><p>Rhema’s anger began to deflate as she finally seemed to make headway in the quest that Ischarus felt so necessary. The acolyte led her down the hall a few paces and then showed her the door that led to the meditation chambers that Brandt was apparently using. Before leaving the acolyte felt compelled to offer up one more piece of information. “When you are prepared, feel free to open the door. The one that you seek is waiting for you inside.”</p><p></p><p>The acolyte backed up a few steps while bowing once more to Rhema out of an air of service. Dismissing the acolyte, Rhema turned to the door and placed her hand upon the handle. She jerked her hand back immediately upon feeling the touch of the metal in her hand. The handle was nearly ice cold. Rhema turned to question the acolyte but as she did she discovered that the acolyte had spent little time returning to his post. The acolyte had all but disappeared as the sounds of his quickened footsteps could be heard down the hall.</p><p></p><p>Rhema sighed heavily as she realized that it seemed like this day was plotting against her. She remembered the urgency in Ischarus’ voice as he told her to find Brandt and she remembered his proclamation of his love for her. Knowing the pain that would follow, she clenched her fingers into a tight fist until she had squeezed so hard that she could no longer feel the tips of her fingers. She quickly released both hands and gripped the frozen door handle. With a sudden thrust of all her might she twisted it. The door popped open just as feeling returned to her hand and the deeply chilling effect took over. Once the feeling began to return to her fingers the pain of the cold door handle quickly followed. Rhema released the door handle and quickly stepped inside before it was able to swing shut on its own once more.</p><p></p><p>Rhema no sooner jumped into the room when she was greeted by an ominously full and deep voice, “You have been given two chances to leave, non-Drakontos. Now you must face my wrath!”</p><p></p><p>Rhema immediately recognized the creature that occupied the room. It had the head of a dragon, but was not quite as large. Its body and limbs were far more skinny and flexible that that of a dragon, although the claws and the teeth of the beast still looked plenty capable of ripping through Rhema’s flesh. The white scales of the reptilian beast glistened with an icy blue tint when the light caught the right angle of reflection. These reflective scales glistened along the entire body and limbs of the creature. As Rhema paused to take the creature in, the beast unfurled its leathery white wings.</p><p></p><p>There was no doubt in Rhema’s mind what the creature was. It was certainly a drake, although she could figure no reason for keeping such a creature within the walls of the temple. Drakes were the smaller cousins of dragons and were less sociable than even dragons. Furthermore, drakes were not known for being overly housebroken. Each of these thoughts leapt through Rhema’s mind as she searched for the strength in her mind to fight if it would come to blows.</p><p></p><p>The drake roared again and an icy breath passed out from its throat. “Your courage is remarkable, but you are impure and the knowledge of my existence must be purged from your mind by death!”</p><p></p><p>Suddenly Rhema’s mind leapt forth with a plan. “I come in the name of Ischarus, a Drakontos. Ischarus has sent me to ask for your help.”</p><p></p><p>The drake reared its snake-like head back and appeared to position itself so that a lunge could be performed at any moment. “What is Ischarus to you? What is Ischarus to me? This Ischarus has sent you to certain death!”</p><p></p><p>Before she could think about her reply, Rhema yelled toward the drake. “Ischarus has sent me out of his love to such a task. He would not have sent me to his temple if he thought I could not win against you!” Her mind focused and found the power within herself that she sought. She lifted her hand to attempt a strike preemptively when suddenly she saw a man in the far left corner that she had not seen before. He seemed to have somehow magically appeared out of nothingness.</p><p></p><p>As the man appeared, the drake before her began to waver and in a moment the creature was gone from sight. Rhema stood in awe as she harmlessly released and reabsorbed the energy that her mind had gathered. “But … I don’t understand.”</p><p></p><p>The man spoke softly as he stopped leaning against the wall and approached Rhema. “Of course you don’t, child! How could you? My presence in this temple is known only to Drakontai. Occasionally evil Drakontai are able to stumble upon my position. This is why the illusion of the drake is necessary. Anyone entering this section of the hallway who cannot be sensed as having pure and good draconic heritage must be tested. There is only one acceptable answer to the challenge that will prevent you from being destroyed in combat with me.”</p><p></p><p>Rhema’s eyes grew wide as the man spoke. As the man saw Rhema’s reaction he smiled. “The only acceptable answer that allows you to remain alive in the presence of my illusions is the answer of love from a Drakontos. Of course I have no ability to know whether the love is real or simply stated to pass this test. You have given the proper answer and you have withstood the perseverance tests of the wait and the cold door. By the way, I am Brandt. Apparently we need to talk. I assume this much is true since your friend Ischarus must be in trouble to have sent a non-Drakontos to seek me out. Normally, I would have expected him to come himself.”</p><p>[/Sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nonlethal Force, post: 2978281, member: 35788"] Rhema mouthed the words that Ischarus had spoken to her earlier. [Color=PaleGreen]“I have loved you for some time, Rhema…”[/Color] Ischarus’ closing words pounded through Rhema’s head as she thought about the trouble Ischarus had gotten himself into during the day. She knew Ischarus was innocent. But, she also knew that the legal system didn’t always get it right. Sure, the majority of cases came to a proper conclusion; but Rhema also knew that with the right kind of bribe Lord Ironblood and his legal system could be bought. She’d rather face terrors in the underground and on the other side of the mountains again than risk Ischarus’ freedom at the hands of a judge. She mouthed more of Ischarus’ speech. [Color=PaleGreen]“We have flirted for years, Rhema.”[/Color] That much was obviously true. Rhema couldn’t deny how she felt when Ischarus finally was able to put into words what had been happening over the course of the past few years. Each foray into Quehalost had been much more than a simple quest against a ravaging land churning with evil. Each trip was an intertwining of their spirits. When they journeyed they drew closer. Ischarus often exchanged quips with Rhema as they journeyed. With the completion of each quest the exhilaration of bringing the oppressed to freedom had brought them closer. They were on a common path and had similar goals in life. They had the same ambition and saw in each other the ability to overcome their own weaknesses. It was only natural that things should end up this way. Rhema crouched across the street from the temple watching people come and go. A slight smile crossed her face as she tried to guess how many of the patrons of the temple were true Drakontos living among humans without anyone else’s knowledge. She could never have guessed that Ischarus himself had Draconic heritage without being told. Even after he had told her his secret she found it hard to grasp. It had now been two years and she still found it amazing that people with a tiny amount of dragon blood within them lived indistinguishably among the rest of the regular citizens of the land. Of course, many of them had magical talents and Rhema largely suspected that a majority of Fingerdale’s resident mages were really Drakontos. That was a fact that she couldn’t prove. From what Ischarus said, some of them may not even know that they were Drakontos to begin with. As the temple doors opened once more, Rhema smiled again as she watched Semeion and Charis heading away from the temple with the healer from earlier in the day. The healer looked as though he had come willingly. The trio talked in a friendly manner as they moved past Rhema’s position on their way to the jailhouse. Although they passed within ten feet of where Rhema crouched, she went undetected. Again Ischarus’ words penetrated deeply into her thoughts as her lips brought them back to life. [Color=PaleGreen]“Fear of losing each other on a quest has kept us apart. Semeion and Rhema have taught me that fear is foolish in the presence of love.”[/Color] Her mind raced as Semeion and Charis walked past together. The two of them had bonded from the first moment that Semeion had laid eyes upon Charis in Quehalost. Even now their growing love for each other was obvious in the way that they walked beside one another. Semeion walked as if able to protect her while Charis walked as though enjoying a great security. Rhema stood once the trio were past her position. She stepped slightly into the street and turned to watch them walk away. Her head shook slowly from side to side. [Color=PaleGreen]“It is highly ironic that Charis may well be the reason that Ischarus is in jail,”[/Color] she muttered under her breath as the pair turned a corner and disappeared out of view. She continued to speak to herself as she allowed her thoughts to find expression in the real world. [Color=PaleGreen]“Ischarus is in trouble because he was fighting Charis’ past. Yet without Charis, Ischarus would’ve likely not yet declared his love for me.”[/Color] She continued to mutter as she dealt with the feelings inside. It was a horrible irony that left her a touch on the jealous side amidst being thankful. She returned once again to the particular set of words that had sparked her imagination. [Color=PaleGreen]“I have loved you for some time, Rhema”[/Color] Rhema’s mind leapt over the jealousy and back to the thought that had started it all. She turned to the temple and walked up the stairs. The time for dwelling upon her emotions was now past her. Ischarus would be free one way or the other. Hopefully, things would go smoothly and she would quickly find the one that she was looking for. With a little luck, Brandt would be in the temple as she climbed the steps. She rehearsed Ischarus’ instructions once more as she approached the doors. [Color=PaleGreen]“Now go and find a man named Brandt. You will find him frequenting the temple sometime this day. Ask the priests there to identify him to you and tell him a Drakontos needs his expertise.”[/Color] Ischarus’ words ran through her mind as the acolyte greeted her once inside the door. Rhema replied softly to the acolyte as her mind came back to reality. [Color=PaleGreen]“Yes, I am looking for a man who worships frequently here. His name is Brandt, although I will confess to knowing only his name and not his face. That is why I need your help in finding him.”[/Color] The acolyte looked stunned for a moment. The man in front of Rhema said absolutely nothing for several seconds. Rhema couldn’t help but feel odd before replying again. [Color=PaleGreen]“Have I said something wrong?”[/Color] The acolyte shook his head from side to side and extended his hand as if to invite her to walk down the hallway in the opposite direction that they had gone when they arrived the first time to heal Charis. Once they had cleared the entrance, the acolyte spoke very softly. [Color=Lime]“The name Brandt is not often spoken here in this temple. In fact, I have only heard that name spoken once. He is not one of the regular healers and only a select few know his name. Most who know his name already know where to find him. But I do know of the one that you seek. Unfortunately, he is in the middle of his typical meditation time at present. If you are willing to wait here in the hallway, shall I come back in an hour or so and lead you to him?”[/Color] Rhema looked a bit agitated at the prospect of having to wait so long. She knew that Charis and Semeion had completed their task so easily and yet she would have to wait. If Ischarus needed this Brandt’s help quickly it simply wasn’t about to happen. Rhema replied quite curtly. She allowed her impatience and agitation to show through only a bit, however. It wasn’t the acolyte’s fault that her timing was less than perfect. [Color=PaleGreen]“An hour? I have to wait an hour to see this Brandt?”[/Color] The acolyte replied in a tone that demonstrated a significant comfort level with informing people that they will have to wait for their meeting. [Color=Lime]“Ma’am, the master that you seek enjoys five hours of meditation a day. I know waiting an hour can seem like a significant amount of time for you. However, considering that the one you seek has already been in meditation for at least four hours I should think that you would consider yourself lucky to have come when you did and not a few hours earlier in the day. Besides, one does not arouse a master from their meditations without drawing wrath from the superiors of the order. It is part of my training to learn, model, and teach patience.”[/Color] Rhema looked at the poor acolyte and had mercy upon him. She even managed to lift the left corner of her mouth up into a smile. [Color=PaleGreen]“Very well, then. It would seem that my desire for a quick resolution must bow to your lesson in patience. If it is the only way to gain an audience with Brandt, then I shall wait.”[/Color] The acolyte smiled and politely bowed while backing away from Rhema. [Color=Lime]“Very well, ma’am. I shall return in about an hour’s time.”[/Color] It was nearly an hour and a half later that the acolyte returned down the hallway to find Rhema. By this time Rhema was actively pacing up and down the hallway. She was attempting to pass the time without being too irritated at fate for slowing down the already slow process of freeing Ischarus from the prison system of Lord Ironblood. As she saw the acolyte she inhaled so as to yell at the acolyte for being late. Fortunately for the acolyte he was prepared and he beat her to the punch. [Color=Lime]“The master that you seek has notified me that he is done with his meditations and prepared to see you when you are ready.”[/Color] Rhema’s anger began to deflate as she finally seemed to make headway in the quest that Ischarus felt so necessary. The acolyte led her down the hall a few paces and then showed her the door that led to the meditation chambers that Brandt was apparently using. Before leaving the acolyte felt compelled to offer up one more piece of information. [Color=Lime]“When you are prepared, feel free to open the door. The one that you seek is waiting for you inside.”[/Color] The acolyte backed up a few steps while bowing once more to Rhema out of an air of service. Dismissing the acolyte, Rhema turned to the door and placed her hand upon the handle. She jerked her hand back immediately upon feeling the touch of the metal in her hand. The handle was nearly ice cold. Rhema turned to question the acolyte but as she did she discovered that the acolyte had spent little time returning to his post. The acolyte had all but disappeared as the sounds of his quickened footsteps could be heard down the hall. Rhema sighed heavily as she realized that it seemed like this day was plotting against her. She remembered the urgency in Ischarus’ voice as he told her to find Brandt and she remembered his proclamation of his love for her. Knowing the pain that would follow, she clenched her fingers into a tight fist until she had squeezed so hard that she could no longer feel the tips of her fingers. She quickly released both hands and gripped the frozen door handle. With a sudden thrust of all her might she twisted it. The door popped open just as feeling returned to her hand and the deeply chilling effect took over. Once the feeling began to return to her fingers the pain of the cold door handle quickly followed. Rhema released the door handle and quickly stepped inside before it was able to swing shut on its own once more. Rhema no sooner jumped into the room when she was greeted by an ominously full and deep voice, [Color=Red]“You have been given two chances to leave, non-Drakontos. Now you must face my wrath!”[/Color] Rhema immediately recognized the creature that occupied the room. It had the head of a dragon, but was not quite as large. Its body and limbs were far more skinny and flexible that that of a dragon, although the claws and the teeth of the beast still looked plenty capable of ripping through Rhema’s flesh. The white scales of the reptilian beast glistened with an icy blue tint when the light caught the right angle of reflection. These reflective scales glistened along the entire body and limbs of the creature. As Rhema paused to take the creature in, the beast unfurled its leathery white wings. There was no doubt in Rhema’s mind what the creature was. It was certainly a drake, although she could figure no reason for keeping such a creature within the walls of the temple. Drakes were the smaller cousins of dragons and were less sociable than even dragons. Furthermore, drakes were not known for being overly housebroken. Each of these thoughts leapt through Rhema’s mind as she searched for the strength in her mind to fight if it would come to blows. The drake roared again and an icy breath passed out from its throat. [Color=Red]“Your courage is remarkable, but you are impure and the knowledge of my existence must be purged from your mind by death!”[/Color] Suddenly Rhema’s mind leapt forth with a plan. [Color=PaleGreen]“I come in the name of Ischarus, a Drakontos. Ischarus has sent me to ask for your help.”[/Color] The drake reared its snake-like head back and appeared to position itself so that a lunge could be performed at any moment. [Color=Red]“What is Ischarus to you? What is Ischarus to me? This Ischarus has sent you to certain death!”[/Color] Before she could think about her reply, Rhema yelled toward the drake. [Color=PaleGreen]“Ischarus has sent me out of his love to such a task. He would not have sent me to his temple if he thought I could not win against you!”[/Color] Her mind focused and found the power within herself that she sought. She lifted her hand to attempt a strike preemptively when suddenly she saw a man in the far left corner that she had not seen before. He seemed to have somehow magically appeared out of nothingness. As the man appeared, the drake before her began to waver and in a moment the creature was gone from sight. Rhema stood in awe as she harmlessly released and reabsorbed the energy that her mind had gathered. [Color=PaleGreen]“But … I don’t understand.”[/Color] The man spoke softly as he stopped leaning against the wall and approached Rhema. [Color=Lime]“Of course you don’t, child! How could you? My presence in this temple is known only to Drakontai. Occasionally evil Drakontai are able to stumble upon my position. This is why the illusion of the drake is necessary. Anyone entering this section of the hallway who cannot be sensed as having pure and good draconic heritage must be tested. There is only one acceptable answer to the challenge that will prevent you from being destroyed in combat with me.”[/Color] Rhema’s eyes grew wide as the man spoke. As the man saw Rhema’s reaction he smiled. [Color=Lime]“The only acceptable answer that allows you to remain alive in the presence of my illusions is the answer of love from a Drakontos. Of course I have no ability to know whether the love is real or simply stated to pass this test. You have given the proper answer and you have withstood the perseverance tests of the wait and the cold door. By the way, I am Brandt. Apparently we need to talk. I assume this much is true since your friend Ischarus must be in trouble to have sent a non-Drakontos to seek me out. Normally, I would have expected him to come himself.”[/Color] [Sblock=Color-Free Speech Section] Rhema mouthed the words that Ischarus had spoken to her earlier. “I have loved you for some time, Rhema…” Ischarus’ closing words pounded through Rhema’s head as she thought about the trouble Ischarus had gotten himself into during the day. She knew Ischarus was innocent. But, she also knew that the legal system didn’t always get it right. Sure, the majority of cases came to a proper conclusion; but Rhema also knew that with the right kind of bribe Lord Ironblood and his legal system could be bought. She’d rather face terrors in the underground and on the other side of the mountains again than risk Ischarus’ freedom at the hands of a judge. She mouthed more of Ischarus’ speech. “We have flirted for years, Rhema.” That much was obviously true. Rhema couldn’t deny how she felt when Ischarus finally was able to put into words what had been happening over the course of the past few years. Each foray into Quehalost had been much more than a simple quest against a ravaging land churning with evil. Each trip was an intertwining of their spirits. When they journeyed they drew closer. Ischarus often exchanged quips with Rhema as they journeyed. With the completion of each quest the exhilaration of bringing the oppressed to freedom had brought them closer. They were on a common path and had similar goals in life. They had the same ambition and saw in each other the ability to overcome their own weaknesses. It was only natural that things should end up this way. Rhema crouched across the street from the temple watching people come and go. A slight smile crossed her face as she tried to guess how many of the patrons of the temple were true Drakontos living among humans without anyone else’s knowledge. She could never have guessed that Ischarus himself had Draconic heritage without being told. Even after he had told her his secret she found it hard to grasp. It had now been two years and she still found it amazing that people with a tiny amount of dragon blood within them lived indistinguishably among the rest of the regular citizens of the land. Of course, many of them had magical talents and Rhema largely suspected that a majority of Fingerdale’s resident mages were really Drakontos. That was a fact that she couldn’t prove. From what Ischarus said, some of them may not even know that they were Drakontos to begin with. As the temple doors opened once more, Rhema smiled again as she watched Semeion and Charis heading away from the temple with the healer from earlier in the day. The healer looked as though he had come willingly. The trio talked in a friendly manner as they moved past Rhema’s position on their way to the jailhouse. Although they passed within ten feet of where Rhema crouched, she went undetected. Again Ischarus’ words penetrated deeply into her thoughts as her lips brought them back to life. “Fear of losing each other on a quest has kept us apart. Semeion and Rhema have taught me that fear is foolish in the presence of love.” Her mind raced as Semeion and Charis walked past together. The two of them had bonded from the first moment that Semeion had laid eyes upon Charis in Quehalost. Even now their growing love for each other was obvious in the way that they walked beside one another. Semeion walked as if able to protect her while Charis walked as though enjoying a great security. Rhema stood once the trio were past her position. She stepped slightly into the street and turned to watch them walk away. Her head shook slowly from side to side. “It is highly ironic that Charis may well be the reason that Ischarus is in jail,” she muttered under her breath as the pair turned a corner and disappeared out of view. She continued to speak to herself as she allowed her thoughts to find expression in the real world. “Ischarus is in trouble because he was fighting Charis’ past. Yet without Charis, Ischarus would’ve likely not yet declared his love for me.” She continued to mutter as she dealt with the feelings inside. It was a horrible irony that left her a touch on the jealous side amidst being thankful. She returned once again to the particular set of words that had sparked her imagination. “I have loved you for some time, Rhema” Rhema’s mind leapt over the jealousy and back to the thought that had started it all. She turned to the temple and walked up the stairs. The time for dwelling upon her emotions was now past her. Ischarus would be free one way or the other. Hopefully, things would go smoothly and she would quickly find the one that she was looking for. With a little luck, Brandt would be in the temple as she climbed the steps. She rehearsed Ischarus’ instructions once more as she approached the doors. “Now go and find a man named Brandt. You will find him frequenting the temple sometime this day. Ask the priests there to identify him to you and tell him a Drakontos needs his expertise.” Ischarus’ words ran through her mind as the acolyte greeted her once inside the door. Rhema replied softly to the acolyte as her mind came back to reality. “Yes, I am looking for a man who worships frequently here. His name is Brandt, although I will confess to knowing only his name and not his face. That is why I need your help in finding him.” The acolyte looked stunned for a moment. The man in front of Rhema said absolutely nothing for several seconds. Rhema couldn’t help but feel odd before replying again. “Have I said something wrong?” The acolyte shook his head from side to side and extended his hand as if to invite her to walk down the hallway in the opposite direction that they had gone when they arrived the first time to heal Charis. Once they had cleared the entrance, the acolyte spoke very softly. “The name Brandt is not often spoken here in this temple. In fact, I have only heard that name spoken once. He is not one of the regular healers and only a select few know his name. Most who know his name already know where to find him. But I do know of the one that you seek. Unfortunately, he is in the middle of his typical meditation time at present. If you are willing to wait here in the hallway, shall I come back in an hour or so and lead you to him?” Rhema looked a bit agitated at the prospect of having to wait so long. She knew that Charis and Semeion had completed their task so easily and yet she would have to wait. If Ischarus needed this Brandt’s help quickly it simply wasn’t about to happen. Rhema replied quite curtly. She allowed her impatience and agitation to show through only a bit, however. It wasn’t the acolyte’s fault that her timing was less than perfect. “An hour? I have to wait an hour to see this Brandt?” The acolyte replied in a tone that demonstrated a significant comfort level with informing people that they will have to wait for their meeting. “Ma’am, the master that you seek enjoys five hours of meditation a day. I know waiting an hour can seem like a significant amount of time for you. However, considering that the one you seek has already been in meditation for at least four hours I should think that you would consider yourself lucky to have come when you did and not a few hours earlier in the day. Besides, one does not arouse a master from their meditations without drawing wrath from the superiors of the order. It is part of my training to learn, model, and teach patience.” Rhema looked at the poor acolyte and had mercy upon him. She even managed to lift the left corner of her mouth up into a smile. “Very well, then. It would seem that my desire for a quick resolution must bow to your lesson in patience. If it is the only way to gain an audience with Brandt, then I shall wait.” The acolyte smiled and politely bowed while backing away from Rhema. “Very well, ma’am. I shall return in about an hour’s time.” It was nearly an hour and a half later that the acolyte returned down the hallway to find Rhema. By this time Rhema was actively pacing up and down the hallway. She was attempting to pass the time without being too irritated at fate for slowing down the already slow process of freeing Ischarus from the prison system of Lord Ironblood. As she saw the acolyte she inhaled so as to yell at the acolyte for being late. Fortunately for the acolyte he was prepared and he beat her to the punch. “The master that you seek has notified me that he is done with his meditations and prepared to see you when you are ready.” Rhema’s anger began to deflate as she finally seemed to make headway in the quest that Ischarus felt so necessary. The acolyte led her down the hall a few paces and then showed her the door that led to the meditation chambers that Brandt was apparently using. Before leaving the acolyte felt compelled to offer up one more piece of information. “When you are prepared, feel free to open the door. The one that you seek is waiting for you inside.” The acolyte backed up a few steps while bowing once more to Rhema out of an air of service. Dismissing the acolyte, Rhema turned to the door and placed her hand upon the handle. She jerked her hand back immediately upon feeling the touch of the metal in her hand. The handle was nearly ice cold. Rhema turned to question the acolyte but as she did she discovered that the acolyte had spent little time returning to his post. The acolyte had all but disappeared as the sounds of his quickened footsteps could be heard down the hall. Rhema sighed heavily as she realized that it seemed like this day was plotting against her. She remembered the urgency in Ischarus’ voice as he told her to find Brandt and she remembered his proclamation of his love for her. Knowing the pain that would follow, she clenched her fingers into a tight fist until she had squeezed so hard that she could no longer feel the tips of her fingers. She quickly released both hands and gripped the frozen door handle. With a sudden thrust of all her might she twisted it. The door popped open just as feeling returned to her hand and the deeply chilling effect took over. Once the feeling began to return to her fingers the pain of the cold door handle quickly followed. Rhema released the door handle and quickly stepped inside before it was able to swing shut on its own once more. Rhema no sooner jumped into the room when she was greeted by an ominously full and deep voice, “You have been given two chances to leave, non-Drakontos. Now you must face my wrath!” Rhema immediately recognized the creature that occupied the room. It had the head of a dragon, but was not quite as large. Its body and limbs were far more skinny and flexible that that of a dragon, although the claws and the teeth of the beast still looked plenty capable of ripping through Rhema’s flesh. The white scales of the reptilian beast glistened with an icy blue tint when the light caught the right angle of reflection. These reflective scales glistened along the entire body and limbs of the creature. As Rhema paused to take the creature in, the beast unfurled its leathery white wings. There was no doubt in Rhema’s mind what the creature was. It was certainly a drake, although she could figure no reason for keeping such a creature within the walls of the temple. Drakes were the smaller cousins of dragons and were less sociable than even dragons. Furthermore, drakes were not known for being overly housebroken. Each of these thoughts leapt through Rhema’s mind as she searched for the strength in her mind to fight if it would come to blows. The drake roared again and an icy breath passed out from its throat. “Your courage is remarkable, but you are impure and the knowledge of my existence must be purged from your mind by death!” Suddenly Rhema’s mind leapt forth with a plan. “I come in the name of Ischarus, a Drakontos. Ischarus has sent me to ask for your help.” The drake reared its snake-like head back and appeared to position itself so that a lunge could be performed at any moment. “What is Ischarus to you? What is Ischarus to me? This Ischarus has sent you to certain death!” Before she could think about her reply, Rhema yelled toward the drake. “Ischarus has sent me out of his love to such a task. He would not have sent me to his temple if he thought I could not win against you!” Her mind focused and found the power within herself that she sought. She lifted her hand to attempt a strike preemptively when suddenly she saw a man in the far left corner that she had not seen before. He seemed to have somehow magically appeared out of nothingness. As the man appeared, the drake before her began to waver and in a moment the creature was gone from sight. Rhema stood in awe as she harmlessly released and reabsorbed the energy that her mind had gathered. “But … I don’t understand.” The man spoke softly as he stopped leaning against the wall and approached Rhema. “Of course you don’t, child! How could you? My presence in this temple is known only to Drakontai. Occasionally evil Drakontai are able to stumble upon my position. This is why the illusion of the drake is necessary. Anyone entering this section of the hallway who cannot be sensed as having pure and good draconic heritage must be tested. There is only one acceptable answer to the challenge that will prevent you from being destroyed in combat with me.” Rhema’s eyes grew wide as the man spoke. As the man saw Rhema’s reaction he smiled. “The only acceptable answer that allows you to remain alive in the presence of my illusions is the answer of love from a Drakontos. Of course I have no ability to know whether the love is real or simply stated to pass this test. You have given the proper answer and you have withstood the perseverance tests of the wait and the cold door. By the way, I am Brandt. Apparently we need to talk. I assume this much is true since your friend Ischarus must be in trouble to have sent a non-Drakontos to seek me out. Normally, I would have expected him to come himself.” [/Sblock] [/QUOTE]
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