Post by K Man on Jul 10, 2008 14:19:03 GMT -5
SEA GREEN
{He prefers to be called Big Daddy.}
Lord Amassu, shrouded in his throne of clouds, eyes Natsumi with a mix of curiousity and distrust. When the bard pauses during her flattering introduction, Lord Amassu smiles and leans forward.
"You speak with a silver tongue."
"Go on."
DARK RED[/size]
Lockheart nods approvingly. "The temple welcomes you with open arms."
The Cleric leads you to neary tower where platforms of wood bound in silvery metal rise and lift, seemingly all on their own. A guard nearby withdraws his glaive when he sees the holy man approach and though you've seen him accept money for others to board the lift, he asks for no such payment from Lockheart. You move with the Cleric onto the platform and it begins to ascend into the sky all its own.
The ground shrinks and the sun warms your skin as you feel yourself moving closer to it. The breeze picks up in the upper city, whipping your cloaks about your bodies. The lift continues past several levels until finally slowing when it is level with the temple in the distance. The lift comes level with a stone bridge that arches between two towers of impossible height.
Lockheart steps off first and ushers you to follow him. He walks among the throng of people at this level with an air of indifference, his mission the square temple on the horizon. The people on this level are opulent and aloof, only casting curious glances your direction. More than once you notice several wealthy couples move to the opposing side of the walkway.
It isn't long before you find yourselves at the base of the temple stairs. Even more domineering up close, the temple is a monument of St. Cuthbert's justice embodied in a marble temple. Banners flap gently in the breeze, hung just below the silver dome. Bronze holy symbols of St. Cuthbert hang from the bottom of the banners, trying in vain to hold them still in the wind. Steel doors, at least half a foot thick, stand ajar welcoming all within the walls. You immediately notice the amount of activity about the temple. Acolytes hurriedly bustle in and out of the temple doors, carrying satchels and scroll tubes.
Lockheart sees this and frowns.
He continues, taking large strides up the marble steps and into the temple interior. Your eyes adjust quickly, the interior of the temple lit by sunlight through brighly-colored windows every ten feet. The light from these windows highlight pews facing an altar at the front of the temple, a large relief of St. Cuthbert himself beyond. The twent-foot statue resembles an aged man, holding a morning star in one hand and a large tower shield in the other--a look of vengeance on his face.
Lockheart approaches the most decorated man in the temple, a man not disimilar to himself in features. The man is an aged human, a crop of white hair atop his head and for his beard. He wears a heavy robe decorated with the holy symbols of this order. Acolytes repeatedly approach him, present satchels or scrolls, which he looks over with a grim face and issues more orders. Before Lockheart can even announce his presence, the man notes his approach and addresses him.
"I knew you would come Lockheart. I assure you, you are not alone in your plight."
Lockheart looks immediately relieved, yet his face quickly furls into a deeper frown. "What does it mean Master Dartius?"
The man, presumably Master Dartius responds.
"We don't know Lockheart, but we are doing all we can."
Lockheart notes you standing behind and makes a brief introduction. "I found these men outside of the city walls. They were being attacked by a shadow and a demon."He introduces you each in turn.
Master Dartius manages a pleasant smile but he can't help but seem bothered by the momentary distraction.
(So, does he prefer to be called the Sultan of the skies, or the Caliph of the clouds?)
{He prefers to be called Big Daddy.}
Lord Amassu, shrouded in his throne of clouds, eyes Natsumi with a mix of curiousity and distrust. When the bard pauses during her flattering introduction, Lord Amassu smiles and leans forward.
"You speak with a silver tongue."
"Go on."
DARK RED[/size]
Lockheart nods approvingly. "The temple welcomes you with open arms."
The Cleric leads you to neary tower where platforms of wood bound in silvery metal rise and lift, seemingly all on their own. A guard nearby withdraws his glaive when he sees the holy man approach and though you've seen him accept money for others to board the lift, he asks for no such payment from Lockheart. You move with the Cleric onto the platform and it begins to ascend into the sky all its own.
The ground shrinks and the sun warms your skin as you feel yourself moving closer to it. The breeze picks up in the upper city, whipping your cloaks about your bodies. The lift continues past several levels until finally slowing when it is level with the temple in the distance. The lift comes level with a stone bridge that arches between two towers of impossible height.
Lockheart steps off first and ushers you to follow him. He walks among the throng of people at this level with an air of indifference, his mission the square temple on the horizon. The people on this level are opulent and aloof, only casting curious glances your direction. More than once you notice several wealthy couples move to the opposing side of the walkway.
It isn't long before you find yourselves at the base of the temple stairs. Even more domineering up close, the temple is a monument of St. Cuthbert's justice embodied in a marble temple. Banners flap gently in the breeze, hung just below the silver dome. Bronze holy symbols of St. Cuthbert hang from the bottom of the banners, trying in vain to hold them still in the wind. Steel doors, at least half a foot thick, stand ajar welcoming all within the walls. You immediately notice the amount of activity about the temple. Acolytes hurriedly bustle in and out of the temple doors, carrying satchels and scroll tubes.
Lockheart sees this and frowns.
He continues, taking large strides up the marble steps and into the temple interior. Your eyes adjust quickly, the interior of the temple lit by sunlight through brighly-colored windows every ten feet. The light from these windows highlight pews facing an altar at the front of the temple, a large relief of St. Cuthbert himself beyond. The twent-foot statue resembles an aged man, holding a morning star in one hand and a large tower shield in the other--a look of vengeance on his face.
Lockheart approaches the most decorated man in the temple, a man not disimilar to himself in features. The man is an aged human, a crop of white hair atop his head and for his beard. He wears a heavy robe decorated with the holy symbols of this order. Acolytes repeatedly approach him, present satchels or scrolls, which he looks over with a grim face and issues more orders. Before Lockheart can even announce his presence, the man notes his approach and addresses him.
"I knew you would come Lockheart. I assure you, you are not alone in your plight."
Lockheart looks immediately relieved, yet his face quickly furls into a deeper frown. "What does it mean Master Dartius?"
The man, presumably Master Dartius responds.
"We don't know Lockheart, but we are doing all we can."
Lockheart notes you standing behind and makes a brief introduction. "I found these men outside of the city walls. They were being attacked by a shadow and a demon."He introduces you each in turn.
Master Dartius manages a pleasant smile but he can't help but seem bothered by the momentary distraction.
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