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<blockquote data-quote="DEFCON 1" data-source="post: 3595298" data-attributes="member: 7006"><p>The chaos and confusion lasted several minutes. In that time, several good men and women were felled by bolts that by rights should never have been fired. When one of their own... the templar Jacoby... was dropped by a bolt to the eye... Horatio Donovan immediately sprung to action to quickly incapacitate the head of the crusade. All told, several men and women were injured and four of them were killed. A dark day. A dark day indeed.</p><p></p><p>The eighty or more people in the jungle that day will always take with them the memories of what belief without active thought can lead. Elder Samuel Nevillom believed in something so much, he was blinded to the truth. And what could have been avoided was not.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Jango sprinted down the stairs and entered the large chamber that was covered wall-to-wall with an intricate dragonmark pattern. <span style="color: DarkSlateGray">"Yes. We are close. Through the door we will find him... further along."</span> Jango could almost exeperience the feeling of glee that his second skin was feeling... like a psychic impression was laying over his mind. It was the same feeling he experienced when he woke up in the pirate's temple and first felt the creature as a part of him. A feeling of freedom. Of power. Of release. And now that same feeling was upon him again.</p><p></p><p>And Jango now wondered if this was really something good after all? It didn't necessarily feel... right. Was learning about his mark really this important?</p><p></p><p>He stood thinking for a second, and suddenly it knew of his indecision too. <span style="color: DarkSlateGray">"No! You will move forward! Forward I say! We came this far to learn, AND YOU WILL LEARN!!!"</span></p><p></p><p>And for the first time... Jango began moving through no will of his own. And his body approached the door beyond the chamber and turned the knob...</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Zendarrill Lorren was looking down forlornly at Elder Nevillom, who has regain consciousness from the blow Donovan struck. The leader of the province's Order of the Silver Flame was throwing every obscentity and command at him that he could. The Valenar tried to speak quietly to him... explain things... but the man was suffering a complete mental breakdown. And he wouldn't hear a thing.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Let him be."</span> Cerrill Maise called to the elf. <span style="color: SandyBrown">"There's no speaking to him. Let him rant himself to sleep."</span> The Exorcist motioned for Lorren to come back over, and he nodded once and walked away from the broken Elder. <span style="color: PaleGreen">"I am sorry for this. His devotion ran deep. I had known him for many, many years. I almost wish that--"</span></p><p></p><p>Zendarrill stopped short and cut himself off. As the others looks at him... the elf's eyes unfocused... as though he was staring off and looking elsewhere. A few of the Daggerspell Mages had seen this of their master before and immediately moved forward to ask what was wrong. But almost immediately, Zendarrill snapped back to the present and a look of concern was now on his face.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen">"We must go back to the temple. Now."</span></p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Jango Silversun was now genuinely frightened. His body wasn't responding to his mind. His greatest fear had been realized... he wasn't in control. His entire life had been spent trying to gather a measure of control over his feelings on why he was marked as he was. There had to have been a reason, a plan, an explanation. He fought his fear his entire life that others would hold him in contempt for who he was and the mark that he had. And he thought he had found some answers when <em>it</em> had spoken to him the first time. <em>It</em> made sense. <em>It</em> put things plain. <em>It</em> kept him in perspective. And he had finally he had a grasp on things.</p><p></p><p>But now he realized... as his body moved through countless tunnels and doors... that he had a grasp on nothing. And <em>it</em>... had lied.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>The rush of Guardians and many members of the Silver Flame back to the overgrown ruined temple was a sight to behold... because they were all following Zendarrill Lorren who was moving at top speed. Who was <em>flying</em> at top speed. Who had actually had transformed into...</p><p></p><p>...a dragon. A god's honest silver dragon. Flying as fast as he could back to the temple. And when everyone witnessed the polymorph that occurred, and the Valenar elf became a mature silver dragon... all of them knew that this temple business was the real deal.</p><p></p><p>And Khalia ir'Indari... the young woman wise beyond her years... flashed through several images, feelings and words that had occured over the past few weeks. And one name came to the forefront of her mind.</p><p></p><p>Jango.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DEFCON 1, post: 3595298, member: 7006"] The chaos and confusion lasted several minutes. In that time, several good men and women were felled by bolts that by rights should never have been fired. When one of their own... the templar Jacoby... was dropped by a bolt to the eye... Horatio Donovan immediately sprung to action to quickly incapacitate the head of the crusade. All told, several men and women were injured and four of them were killed. A dark day. A dark day indeed. The eighty or more people in the jungle that day will always take with them the memories of what belief without active thought can lead. Elder Samuel Nevillom believed in something so much, he was blinded to the truth. And what could have been avoided was not. *** Jango sprinted down the stairs and entered the large chamber that was covered wall-to-wall with an intricate dragonmark pattern. [COLOR=DarkSlateGray]"Yes. We are close. Through the door we will find him... further along."[/COLOR] Jango could almost exeperience the feeling of glee that his second skin was feeling... like a psychic impression was laying over his mind. It was the same feeling he experienced when he woke up in the pirate's temple and first felt the creature as a part of him. A feeling of freedom. Of power. Of release. And now that same feeling was upon him again. And Jango now wondered if this was really something good after all? It didn't necessarily feel... right. Was learning about his mark really this important? He stood thinking for a second, and suddenly it knew of his indecision too. [COLOR=DarkSlateGray]"No! You will move forward! Forward I say! We came this far to learn, AND YOU WILL LEARN!!!"[/COLOR] And for the first time... Jango began moving through no will of his own. And his body approached the door beyond the chamber and turned the knob... *** Zendarrill Lorren was looking down forlornly at Elder Nevillom, who has regain consciousness from the blow Donovan struck. The leader of the province's Order of the Silver Flame was throwing every obscentity and command at him that he could. The Valenar tried to speak quietly to him... explain things... but the man was suffering a complete mental breakdown. And he wouldn't hear a thing. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Let him be."[/COLOR] Cerrill Maise called to the elf. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"There's no speaking to him. Let him rant himself to sleep."[/COLOR] The Exorcist motioned for Lorren to come back over, and he nodded once and walked away from the broken Elder. [COLOR=PaleGreen]"I am sorry for this. His devotion ran deep. I had known him for many, many years. I almost wish that--"[/COLOR] Zendarrill stopped short and cut himself off. As the others looks at him... the elf's eyes unfocused... as though he was staring off and looking elsewhere. A few of the Daggerspell Mages had seen this of their master before and immediately moved forward to ask what was wrong. But almost immediately, Zendarrill snapped back to the present and a look of concern was now on his face. [COLOR=PaleGreen]"We must go back to the temple. Now."[/COLOR] *** Jango Silversun was now genuinely frightened. His body wasn't responding to his mind. His greatest fear had been realized... he wasn't in control. His entire life had been spent trying to gather a measure of control over his feelings on why he was marked as he was. There had to have been a reason, a plan, an explanation. He fought his fear his entire life that others would hold him in contempt for who he was and the mark that he had. And he thought he had found some answers when [I]it[/I] had spoken to him the first time. [I]It[/I] made sense. [I]It[/I] put things plain. [I]It[/I] kept him in perspective. And he had finally he had a grasp on things. But now he realized... as his body moved through countless tunnels and doors... that he had a grasp on nothing. And [I]it[/I]... had lied. *** The rush of Guardians and many members of the Silver Flame back to the overgrown ruined temple was a sight to behold... because they were all following Zendarrill Lorren who was moving at top speed. Who was [I]flying[/I] at top speed. Who had actually had transformed into... ...a dragon. A god's honest silver dragon. Flying as fast as he could back to the temple. And when everyone witnessed the polymorph that occurred, and the Valenar elf became a mature silver dragon... all of them knew that this temple business was the real deal. And Khalia ir'Indari... the young woman wise beyond her years... flashed through several images, feelings and words that had occured over the past few weeks. And one name came to the forefront of her mind. Jango. [/QUOTE]
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