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<blockquote data-quote="Nightfall" data-source="post: 595866" data-attributes="member: 374"><p>Night decended on the often bustling holy city-state of Hedrad. Here and there, the armored guards, Templars, Justicars and a few true Exemplars walked and kept not only the peace but the LAW of city of the Lawgiver. It was here, in the heart of the city at the great Shrine of Hedrada in his aspect as the giver of knowledge Brother Tirerias toiled dilligently. Work was apart of him, and he it. For his goal was not merely some treasite on some forgotten sites or tombs moldering away. No he decided, from the day of his birth it almost seemed, that his goal was to write the definiative history one of the Scarred Lands most mysterious and some say evil race, the Slacerians. As a race little was known, save their used the powers of their mind. One such piece left to him was the human slacerian muse. It never talked as some claimed it could. Tirerias had tried many times. As it stood now, he decided that while the muse might not provide such use, perhaps it knew some of the Slacerians decendents. After all, rumors ran rampant that some had been touched by these creatures. He hoped that their knowledge would increase his own. Which is how he came to find and care for the others in his care, now sleeping in the small not very comfortable beds, as he scribed another account by a reliable source. </p><p></p><p>Jondyn Barran, he had found after a strange plague, possibly the rumored Slacerian "language virus" had decimated their town. Tirerias had his friend (though he never used the term. Such emotional attatchment detracted from his ability to work), the Justicar Ivor Ironwood take the boy under his wing and train him in some of the martial aspects. His Slacerian abilities didn't always manefest themselves in ways that Tirerias was familiar, but they did appear to act in ways similar to many magics. Still Jondyn was probably the most settled of an unsettled lot. </p><p></p><p>Samahtar was most certainly one of the forsaken elves. While some might disdain their lack of a god, Tirerias felt pity for the obviously troubled and blinded soul, as his sightless face remain still, though the frowns and anger remained. Samahtar troubled Tirerias, mostly for his emotional ways. Tirerias had tried to return his sight, but to no avail. The Lawgiver was apparently not willing to hear his pleas. And none of his superiors wanted anything to do with a forsaken elf, especially one that was touched by the Slacerian. He felt he needed focus. But his ability to read and undestand emotions, even influencing them, was something far more disturbing. Still Tirerias tried to make him understand such ways did not lead to understanding only chaos and despair. </p><p></p><p>The third one, was even more mysterious and strange than Samahtar. Drevin Laviatan was probably disturbed, if not a disturbing fellow, far to racuous for Tirerias' liking, but his abilities intrigued him. Drevin possessed similiar characteristics as Jondyn, able to use his mind to enhance and empower his body. Drevin rarely talked, save only to his fellows. Apparently he felt close to them. Feeling again that made Tirerias most uncomfortable. He also apparently knew something of the underground fight scenes, as he often come back with some gold. Tirerias had tried time and again to reprimand him, to no avail. The man would not listen to his logical and detailed reasonings as to why such events had been banned in the city. Still he kept going.</p><p></p><p>The last one, Tirerias has purchased (and later freed though he was now merely an indentured servant) was a strange blue-ish hued goblin named Verity. Verity served Tirerias well, being able to draw strange yet useful insights into his collection of Slacerian artifacts and even be able to read, with out much hindrance, the sprawling alien tongues of the Slacerians. Verity was much more with drawn from the group, but he possessed what some might call a good heart. Tirerias care little for such idealism or morality. His goal remained the same. </p><p></p><p>As the darkness drew nigh, and the moon of Belsameth passed over ahead, waning as it did, with the first Madraday of Belot drawing closer, Tirerias felt a strange chill in the Holy Library. While it's not an exceptional warm place to be, deep in the Library's Vault, it is also not this unwholesome. "Something is coming..." Tirerias thought. "But what?" In that moment a blinding flash of light appear and out stepped a strange, long necked figure. It's eye were as dark as the Hag-goddess own heart, with circular rings around it's neck and a strange glowing jewel embedded into it's forehead. It spoke, a strange rasping, slithering voice...then it changed as it apparently was gaining force. It was repeating something. "You seek too much. You know to much you will die." It did this for almost a full minute. Then suddenly another flash of light appeared, and there were 5 strange looking gargoyles, each with a horn. The other figure pointed...and they attacked. Though the noise would have awoken them, for some reason, it was still. All that remained of Tirerias was his hand cluching the symbol of Hedrada. </p><p></p><p></p><p>(OoC: Okay boys! Your turn!)</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nightfall, post: 595866, member: 374"] Night decended on the often bustling holy city-state of Hedrad. Here and there, the armored guards, Templars, Justicars and a few true Exemplars walked and kept not only the peace but the LAW of city of the Lawgiver. It was here, in the heart of the city at the great Shrine of Hedrada in his aspect as the giver of knowledge Brother Tirerias toiled dilligently. Work was apart of him, and he it. For his goal was not merely some treasite on some forgotten sites or tombs moldering away. No he decided, from the day of his birth it almost seemed, that his goal was to write the definiative history one of the Scarred Lands most mysterious and some say evil race, the Slacerians. As a race little was known, save their used the powers of their mind. One such piece left to him was the human slacerian muse. It never talked as some claimed it could. Tirerias had tried many times. As it stood now, he decided that while the muse might not provide such use, perhaps it knew some of the Slacerians decendents. After all, rumors ran rampant that some had been touched by these creatures. He hoped that their knowledge would increase his own. Which is how he came to find and care for the others in his care, now sleeping in the small not very comfortable beds, as he scribed another account by a reliable source. Jondyn Barran, he had found after a strange plague, possibly the rumored Slacerian "language virus" had decimated their town. Tirerias had his friend (though he never used the term. Such emotional attatchment detracted from his ability to work), the Justicar Ivor Ironwood take the boy under his wing and train him in some of the martial aspects. His Slacerian abilities didn't always manefest themselves in ways that Tirerias was familiar, but they did appear to act in ways similar to many magics. Still Jondyn was probably the most settled of an unsettled lot. Samahtar was most certainly one of the forsaken elves. While some might disdain their lack of a god, Tirerias felt pity for the obviously troubled and blinded soul, as his sightless face remain still, though the frowns and anger remained. Samahtar troubled Tirerias, mostly for his emotional ways. Tirerias had tried to return his sight, but to no avail. The Lawgiver was apparently not willing to hear his pleas. And none of his superiors wanted anything to do with a forsaken elf, especially one that was touched by the Slacerian. He felt he needed focus. But his ability to read and undestand emotions, even influencing them, was something far more disturbing. Still Tirerias tried to make him understand such ways did not lead to understanding only chaos and despair. The third one, was even more mysterious and strange than Samahtar. Drevin Laviatan was probably disturbed, if not a disturbing fellow, far to racuous for Tirerias' liking, but his abilities intrigued him. Drevin possessed similiar characteristics as Jondyn, able to use his mind to enhance and empower his body. Drevin rarely talked, save only to his fellows. Apparently he felt close to them. Feeling again that made Tirerias most uncomfortable. He also apparently knew something of the underground fight scenes, as he often come back with some gold. Tirerias had tried time and again to reprimand him, to no avail. The man would not listen to his logical and detailed reasonings as to why such events had been banned in the city. Still he kept going. The last one, Tirerias has purchased (and later freed though he was now merely an indentured servant) was a strange blue-ish hued goblin named Verity. Verity served Tirerias well, being able to draw strange yet useful insights into his collection of Slacerian artifacts and even be able to read, with out much hindrance, the sprawling alien tongues of the Slacerians. Verity was much more with drawn from the group, but he possessed what some might call a good heart. Tirerias care little for such idealism or morality. His goal remained the same. As the darkness drew nigh, and the moon of Belsameth passed over ahead, waning as it did, with the first Madraday of Belot drawing closer, Tirerias felt a strange chill in the Holy Library. While it's not an exceptional warm place to be, deep in the Library's Vault, it is also not this unwholesome. "Something is coming..." Tirerias thought. "But what?" In that moment a blinding flash of light appear and out stepped a strange, long necked figure. It's eye were as dark as the Hag-goddess own heart, with circular rings around it's neck and a strange glowing jewel embedded into it's forehead. It spoke, a strange rasping, slithering voice...then it changed as it apparently was gaining force. It was repeating something. "You seek too much. You know to much you will die." It did this for almost a full minute. Then suddenly another flash of light appeared, and there were 5 strange looking gargoyles, each with a horn. The other figure pointed...and they attacked. Though the noise would have awoken them, for some reason, it was still. All that remained of Tirerias was his hand cluching the symbol of Hedrada. (OoC: Okay boys! Your turn!) [/QUOTE]
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