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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tokiwong" data-source="post: 3083227" data-attributes="member: 961">MorriganTwo days agoThe dojo was situated at the top of the high rise.  It was a place of elegant violence, both a sanctum and a center of learning.  The structure was built along traditional Eastern design mixed with Atlantean inspired architecture.Krishna was the master and two students listened to his words.  They were few as was his nature.  He was a Perfected Adept, a master of the body and mind honed to one singular will and motion.  He was a simple and focused master, and his students were few.“Morrigan,” Krishna speaks sitting in a contemplative lotus position, his students training behind him.  He pauses for a long time as if giving her time to contemplate her own shadow name, “I have trained you, seen to it that you have a proper understanding of the Order and given you the tools to survive.”He pauses again, breathing almost impossibly slowly.  He speaks again letting the air out of his lungs, “We are students of death from the moment we are born we are fated to die.  But we understand death better then most.  In the hour that I awoke, I learned the day I would die.  I have always had a talent for knowing when death when take those close to me.”“I have a final task for you,” Krishna says slowly.Outside the Monkey’s PawArriving in James Cove is a definite change of pace for Morrigan.  The sleepy little town is a far cry from New York.  A police car follows her for a good ways into town before moving on to follow a speeding out of state vehicle.  Morrigan finds the store she was looking for, the Monkey’s Paw, as if fate was guiding her.The store is closed, it looks like she just missed closing time by about 15 minutes.  There are lights on inside the store though.  Hopefully this is the right place, it was an odd request to come all the way out to this sleepy burg and help protect some newly awakened mage.  Even if she is the granddaughter of her Master’s friend, it still seemed an off request perhaps even beneath her notice, but it was her final task, and duty was everything to the Adamantine Arrow.It was the maxim that Krishna lived by, ‘It is our duty to defend the Mysteries; through service to others we master ourselves’.  Perhaps he was trying to teach her this final lesson?  Well at least she had a photograph, depicting Winifred McDouglas and her granddaughter Allison.</blockquote>

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