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Post by MusicalMagpie on Oct 30, 2018 19:56:56 GMT -6
I hear your voice but you're not here
I walk the halls and I'm alone
• Time: Night • Months after the events of Chapter VI. • Location: In a tunnel just on the edge of Sterling, a few gems light the path • Level 18 and 19 claim for Arges.
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Oct 30, 2018 21:35:22 GMT -6
The tunnel's nighttime air curled around Arges like a cold blanket as he picked his way through one of many tunnels on the outskirts of the broken Sterling. His ancient relic, Anah, fluttered at his back like a thin curtain following him like a loyal hound, the sound of the fabric like slow water. Only a few months before, cave-ins shook the tunnels and springs flooded streets. It left both great cities in shambles, but Sterling was built of scrap already and patchwork was being done on top of patchwork. The only escape from the ruckus of construction was at night and away from the city. Arges stuck to a familiar tunnel path. One he had traveled a few times before and found to be the most peaceful. Gems lit the way, red and blue mixing into a soft violet, growing fewer as the path went on.
To Arges, the sound of his hooves on the dirt and Anah fluttering along was like that of his violin, music. The softness of it all made him feel the tunnel was breathing, though the air was still. As he walked, it grew darker as fewer gems peaked from the walls, not yet excavated. Plunging closer to darkness, his eyes called for more light. It was as natural as breathing now. The thin horse called up a flame to light the way. The blue flame cast a cold glow and drove away the chilly breath of the tunnel. He kept walking. The further he pushed into the tunnel with the fire's aid, the more uneasy he became. This was farther than he'd ever been. Arges could no longer see gems dotting the now rough walls of the tunnel and Anah grew restless on his back. Turning his yellow eyes back to the icy blue embers that flitted along with them, Arges felt something grasp at his throat. Had he forgotten all he'd been taught? The longer he stared into the fire, the lonelier he felt. He made his choice. Snuffing out the blue fire, Arges sent the tunnel into pitch black and knelt down. It had been a month or more since he last prayed. His knees sank into the soft dirt and his little white star vanished when he flattened his head to the soil. Arges' body shook as he took in a breath, trying to think of what to say.
Speaking through voice and mind, he reached out,
"Can you hear me?"
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Post by GingerBlues on Oct 31, 2018 18:25:14 GMT -6
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Argus
God of the Arcane
"Remember my children, do not neglect either the eyes of the heart nor the mind.
Cold logic must be tempered by the heat of emotion.
Without one, the other will destroy you."
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The words almost seem to echo throughout the tunnel as they leave Arges's lips, as if reverberating within the very stone itself. The words begin to fade, leaving behind a gentle, rhythmic thrumming, as if mimicking the very beat of his heart. The previous silence is now filled with the sound, calming and terrifying all at once as it's joined by another. This sound is deeper, almost primal, as if born of the fibers of the world itself. It starts quietly, slowly, building up until it sounds as if it will overtake the original sound, but it doesn't. Instead, it joins the first, augmenting and accompanying it. And then the voice. I hear you, my child. Argus. God of the Breim. Lord of the arcane. The deity almost seems to materialize from the sound itself, their appearance becoming more solid as the sound begins to fade. They step forward until they are standing only inches from Arges's form. Rise, my son. My children need not bow in my presence.
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Nov 1, 2018 21:40:04 GMT -6
The air roared musically with the sound playing off air and stone around him. His yellow eyes pinched shut at the volume that grew and grew. Though it was loud and somewhat frightening, it was overall pleasant. It shook him to his bones. Anah fluttered wildly and drifted back, becoming a shimmering curtain behind the horse. As the two sounds rang together Arges felt his mind brim with emotions of all kind.
Then came the voice.I hear you, my child.
His mind found a presence. Suddenly and out of nowhere. As if they stepped out of the air before him. Arges opened his eyes, but still could not see who approached, but found them familiar.Rise, my son. My children need not bow in my presence.
Arges did not hesitate in standing. Moving back a bit as he rose, Arges lifted his head to look ahead. Argus. The body of Arcane stood before the thin horse, inviting him to stand level. The herd's God. His God. All he sought during times of quiet was standing in front of him. And he wept. His cup overfilled with emotion. Eyes watered with joy and fear and choked any words he had prepared away. What could he say? He'd been so quiet for so long and now when the opportunity to speak arose he was dumbstruck. Staring at Argus, lord of the arcane, the dusty brown horse lost track of time and let the words crawl back up at their own pace.
"Argus,"
Thought came and went. Words twisting around with emotion while he tried to find he question. He tried to find anything to ask. They called him son. After how far he strayed. Cut from familial ties. Ostracized by many for his ambition and unhindered use of fire. Still the foundation of his life spoke kindly. Arges let himself cry as he found a question.
"you'd still have me? Despite how far I've wandered?"
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Post by GingerBlues on Nov 15, 2018 2:16:23 GMT -6
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Argus
God of the Arcane
"Remember my children, do not neglect either the eyes of the heart nor the mind.
Cold logic must be tempered by the heat of emotion.
Without one, the other will destroy you."
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The star watches as their child quickly stumbles to his feet. Tears pooling in the mortal's eyes as he manages to utter a single word. "Argus,"
The god's ears swivel forward as she looks upon her son, his face contorting with the plethora of emotions he is filled with. She stands by, silent, as she lets him find the words he wishes to speak, the tears that had gathered in his eyes finally spilling down his cheeks. Finally, Arges speaks once more, his voice heavy with emotion. "you'd still have me? Despite how far I've wandered?"
A faint, yet sad smile crosses the god's lips as he gazes upon his child. Stepping nearer to him, Argus replies in a gentle whisper.
"My son, you will always be mine. Just as my brothers fire is alight in your heart, the very essence of arcane flows through your veins. Just because you are also of him has never made you any less of me."
She pauses, her many eyes focussing in as if searching for something deep within Arges’s soul.
“You may feel as though you have wandered, dear Arges, but I have never left your side.”
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