Mornings
2015-03-16, 03:03 PM
The Garden of Twilight:The Order of Dusk Courtyard - Capitas
They sat upon the stone steps that led up into the temple-proper. Mayli's small hands worked quickly as she secured the silken armor over Mako's small frame. She paused, finishing the final knot.
She rose from her kneeling posture to examine her work. The soft clink of the wolves paws dirupted the odd, unnatural quiet of the courtyard. The four large beasts strutted down the last 15ft of stone steps and waited upon the marble walk way the surrounded the Garden of Twilight. The Order of the church, trained, killed, executed, recruited upon these seemingly sterile, quiet grounds. The large rectangular setting, was a stone garden of small white pebbles. Strange circular patterns were raked into their surface, yet left no footprints nor sign of the artist who arranged them in such a way. To step upon the sacred ground was a sign of acknowledging battle within The Order of Dusk. Simply placing a foot upon the pebbles was a sign the battle had begun, and was never done lightly....
Mayli walked down the steps and took a right turn, walking along the 10 ft marble parameter that surrounded The Garden. Her wagon, 'The Dawnhammer' was carefully parked next to the Temple. As she walked inside, she spoke over her shoulder to her friend;
" Dearest, Dear. That thine hath nat worth preve in entertaining this dorste. That ich would name it folly. A dorste of childhede long to be due to be named forgot. That ich ever shalt stand als thine venial guardian. Ever. Always. "
The rummaged through her things. fitting her massive longsword to her back. Lifting the massive hammer from it's resting place above the bar, collapsing it down to fit upon the back of her waist, like an anvil with a handle. She took a swig of something from a flask, and threw it back into the wagon... teapanche most likely. She grabbed her shield and threw it across her back, over her sword. Stuffed a small number of items into the stack upon her back, and stepped into the wagon, opening a dusty chest that creaked painfully. From it she removed a black, bloodstained, ebon-gauntlet. Steel bands ran around the massive clawed fist. A titanic, blood-rusted ring was lifted from the box with the other hand. She walked out of the Wagon, a dreary look across her face. She lifted up the massive chackram blade. two- sections of it on either side we rusted and dull, as if they were handles. Still the 4ft circumference of the blade was not something to be to be trifled with... She threw down the ring into the ground, where it cleaved into the stone with a resounding sharp *CHINK*.
She lifted up the massive black-steel fist, fitting it over her hand. An old weapon. The signature armament of an assassin, a Dusk Agent. Normally the ring would be fitted over the back of her fore-arm and fist, creating a brutal weapon, designed to eviscerate their prey. But such was not needed for this duel. This was about teaching little Mako a lesson. To make her understand. She had to know, that she didn't need to fight. That she would protect her. And she'd make that point... here.. now. Whatever the cost....
She snapped a rusty metal lock in place... never breaking her gaze with her. Then another... a slight pause. Then another. She smiled. *CRINK*. The final steel lock fell in place. It was easy enough to get the damned thing off, but putting it on, was a chore.
Her gaze darkened.... began to empty. Like the water of empathy and live was slowly being bled away from her thoughts. A look she was familiar with... a calm emotionless terrifying brewing, of silent thunder. She stepped from side to size, slowly approaching, singling in words she could not understand, some terrible profane language. Like a hiss, like a curse. The light around her face began to visibly darken;
" Orbdrin d'jal jindurnen......
Ter'rol d'Ter'rol. Isto d'Istos.....
Piwafwi uns'aa.... sslig'ne uns'aa...
....qua'laen ussta 'chev "
She stopped he gait at the side of one of her hounds. Vigil. Ever loyal, whose ears rose during his master's dark chant. She ran a hand through his mane. Though her face was dark and terrible. Shades of errire shadow and mist cloaked her visage and form. Like some unearthly aura.
" Come now lovely, Do what thy will. Make ready thine arms.... And step to the garden when thy find thyself fitting and braced. "
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Equipped Song of Gales.
Gathered Equipment.
Cast Haunted Fey Aspect
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THE GARDEN OF TWILIGHT:
The garden is a 500ft by 250ft massive flat ground filled with pebbles much like a Japanese rock garden, however, no large rocks populate this space. The battle will begin when one PC enters the Garden. Make any preparations you'd like before entering the Garden. There is no 'count-down'. Entering the garden begins the duel.
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They sat upon the stone steps that led up into the temple-proper. Mayli's small hands worked quickly as she secured the silken armor over Mako's small frame. She paused, finishing the final knot.
She rose from her kneeling posture to examine her work. The soft clink of the wolves paws dirupted the odd, unnatural quiet of the courtyard. The four large beasts strutted down the last 15ft of stone steps and waited upon the marble walk way the surrounded the Garden of Twilight. The Order of the church, trained, killed, executed, recruited upon these seemingly sterile, quiet grounds. The large rectangular setting, was a stone garden of small white pebbles. Strange circular patterns were raked into their surface, yet left no footprints nor sign of the artist who arranged them in such a way. To step upon the sacred ground was a sign of acknowledging battle within The Order of Dusk. Simply placing a foot upon the pebbles was a sign the battle had begun, and was never done lightly....
Mayli walked down the steps and took a right turn, walking along the 10 ft marble parameter that surrounded The Garden. Her wagon, 'The Dawnhammer' was carefully parked next to the Temple. As she walked inside, she spoke over her shoulder to her friend;
" Dearest, Dear. That thine hath nat worth preve in entertaining this dorste. That ich would name it folly. A dorste of childhede long to be due to be named forgot. That ich ever shalt stand als thine venial guardian. Ever. Always. "
The rummaged through her things. fitting her massive longsword to her back. Lifting the massive hammer from it's resting place above the bar, collapsing it down to fit upon the back of her waist, like an anvil with a handle. She took a swig of something from a flask, and threw it back into the wagon... teapanche most likely. She grabbed her shield and threw it across her back, over her sword. Stuffed a small number of items into the stack upon her back, and stepped into the wagon, opening a dusty chest that creaked painfully. From it she removed a black, bloodstained, ebon-gauntlet. Steel bands ran around the massive clawed fist. A titanic, blood-rusted ring was lifted from the box with the other hand. She walked out of the Wagon, a dreary look across her face. She lifted up the massive chackram blade. two- sections of it on either side we rusted and dull, as if they were handles. Still the 4ft circumference of the blade was not something to be to be trifled with... She threw down the ring into the ground, where it cleaved into the stone with a resounding sharp *CHINK*.
She lifted up the massive black-steel fist, fitting it over her hand. An old weapon. The signature armament of an assassin, a Dusk Agent. Normally the ring would be fitted over the back of her fore-arm and fist, creating a brutal weapon, designed to eviscerate their prey. But such was not needed for this duel. This was about teaching little Mako a lesson. To make her understand. She had to know, that she didn't need to fight. That she would protect her. And she'd make that point... here.. now. Whatever the cost....
She snapped a rusty metal lock in place... never breaking her gaze with her. Then another... a slight pause. Then another. She smiled. *CRINK*. The final steel lock fell in place. It was easy enough to get the damned thing off, but putting it on, was a chore.
Her gaze darkened.... began to empty. Like the water of empathy and live was slowly being bled away from her thoughts. A look she was familiar with... a calm emotionless terrifying brewing, of silent thunder. She stepped from side to size, slowly approaching, singling in words she could not understand, some terrible profane language. Like a hiss, like a curse. The light around her face began to visibly darken;
" Orbdrin d'jal jindurnen......
Ter'rol d'Ter'rol. Isto d'Istos.....
Piwafwi uns'aa.... sslig'ne uns'aa...
....qua'laen ussta 'chev "
She stopped he gait at the side of one of her hounds. Vigil. Ever loyal, whose ears rose during his master's dark chant. She ran a hand through his mane. Though her face was dark and terrible. Shades of errire shadow and mist cloaked her visage and form. Like some unearthly aura.
" Come now lovely, Do what thy will. Make ready thine arms.... And step to the garden when thy find thyself fitting and braced. "
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Equipped Song of Gales.
Gathered Equipment.
Cast Haunted Fey Aspect
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THE GARDEN OF TWILIGHT:
The garden is a 500ft by 250ft massive flat ground filled with pebbles much like a Japanese rock garden, however, no large rocks populate this space. The battle will begin when one PC enters the Garden. Make any preparations you'd like before entering the Garden. There is no 'count-down'. Entering the garden begins the duel.
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