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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 3917636" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #418] Getting There is Half the Fun[/PLAIN]Ayremac stared down at the smoking skeletal fist lying on the turf at Shamalin's feet and sighed. Emotions tugged the holy warrior in conflicting directions; pleasure at seeing the Rod destroyed at last and regret at the deva's departure.He had met a celestial being ages past; he had been very young, but remembered a celestial that had appeared to his mother. He could not remember what it was that they had spoken on if he had ever known, or why the visit, but one could not easily forget glimpsing a being of such perfection, even if it was at a very young age. "That's that, I guess," Shamalin said, looking absently at the handle in her fist before tossing it to the frozen ground. She turned an eye on Ayremac and smirked. "Looks like you got your wish with the Rod after all," she said and turned toward the others.He just blinked at her back, confused. Ayremac was so profoundly moved by his meeting today, it was hard to concentrate on the task at hand. How stupid he felt, suggesting that this being get involved in his mortal affairs, an obvious afront to Umba and all that Ayremac believed in. This being had seen it straight away, no hesitation... she had even chuckled at Ayremac's blunder. He had thought he had achieved an incredibly attuned state with his Celestial heritage, but now... after meeting the deva it seemed to lack depth. He had focused and prayed and meditated on the physical aspects, following the pull to achieve a greater peace and better understanding of his own natural abilities to disregard poison and other injuries. Even his wings, which had been a badge of great honor for him yesterday seemed now to be shams, held up as something for mere mortals to adore, where his true kin would see them as little more then flesh and bone and feather. Ayremac had more to realize, more to aspire to. It would take great amounts of prayer, and research into his heritage but he believed Umba wished this of him... and he would heed the call.Kneeling he began to gather the pieces of his portable altar, readying it for travel.Karak rubbed his moustache after listening again to Shamalin's recounting of the deva's words. "Hrmph... It sounds like Huzair will be need'n to cough up a magic item o' his." Morier snorted."That ought to make him real happy," the albino mused."I hope it nae be the sword," the dwarf added, dourly. "We'n all go through a mite bit o' trouble to get those keys, jus' ta have him lose the thing on us, now have we?""Hopefully Huzair carries enough magic stuff that his sword wouldn't get picked," Shamalin replied and Ixin nodded."Of us all, he's got the best chance at that game," she jested. "And besides, I don't see how we have much choice.""Maybe we can send a message to 'im like the angel says, but so what?" the dwarf harrumphed, shrugging his shoulders. "Is he goin' to leave the key behind? I think nae.""Gods! I hope not," Morier sputtered. "That would be...""Folly?" Shamalin finished and the albino nodded. "What if Huzair has magick that can help him hide it, then the message be worth sendin'," Karak went on still rubbing his beard. "Now do you think the portal will nae let him enter this realm without a magick offerin' or that Celestial guardians will pour forth if he enters without the magick sacrifice? If'n that be the case well then me and Shelia we be ready." He rapped his knuckles against the flat of the axe blade which brimmed with frost. Of course, the White Elf, why he can shock 'em all can't he?""Do we really want to fight a bunch of angels, Karak?" Ixin grimaced. "That seems to go against our purposes doesn't it?""And anyway, what little I know about portals makes me think that the magic item powers the portal, not that it's a sacrifice for some guardian," Morier added. What he didn't say was that he knew precious little about portals, truth be told. Karak shrugged again."I say send Huzair a message to let him know what is expected of him, an' we be ready for whatever may come from the other side," the dwarf told them. "After that, I say we move on to follow Morier's pull." Before anyone could say anything more, Anania trotted up, her face red from exertion and steam rising from her body. She was breathing heavily. "I saw no sign of Huzair or his assailant on my search," she told them. "But I did see something of note to the south. The earth was disturbed by some sort of large burrowing creature in several places a couple of miles in that direction. I think we may be on the extreme northern edge of a bulette's hunting ground.""To the south, you say?" Ixin asked and Anania nodded."Well this just keeps getting better and better," Morier grimaced.</blockquote>

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