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Post by posy-punch on Feb 7, 2019 16:21:09 GMT -6
... Zyana steps in front of the staircase, blocking her young child Tozi, as well as the rest of you. For a few seconds, you stand at an impasse, unsure of whether or not you should push past the mother when she is so precariously perched in front of the steps. You don't need to decide. As quickly as Zyana and Tozi had appeared, they disappear, whooshed away by some unknown force. The spirits, that must have been what they were, given that there is no other explanation, leave the staircase unblocked.
It is in pristine condition. You had noticed as you were walking that the Temple gradually came to look newer and cleaner. This is a mere testament to that fact. It's almost as if the life-force of the Temple resides deep within the room that lies at the bottom of the staircase. You make your way down slowly and upon reaching the base of the stairs look out. A library, something the likes of which you have never experienced before, lays before you. Rows upon rows of books, shelves upon shelves. At the center of the room, the point at which all the shelves seem to point, there is a pedestal upon which a great, gilded book, lays.
It's language is not anything you recognize, but its power is immensely felt. Pearls and gold decorate it. It is beautiful and it is visibly important. Such a relic ought to be brought to someone. Perhaps the Oracles are the best bet, or even the palace in Inaria. It may even be best to leave the book where it is and simply lead the Oracles back to it, but you're not sure how well you can remember the way back and Tozi disappeared with the map.
A horse materializes out of what looks like thin air. She is grey-haired, one-eyed, weary and wisened, but visibly only middle-aged. Her voice however seems to carry centuries' worth of experience. "Her name is Mesitafi." The mare says, her voice thick as if she'd been sleeping. "She is Holy."
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Post by Zookcan on Feb 7, 2019 16:46:53 GMT -6
JALA
"Oh, oh, oh, where did the time go?" Still smiling, the golden eyed stallion made his way after the rest of the group, following them and the little foal like a sheep. He sauntered toward the stairway, heavy hoof steps echoing through the halls in an uneven cadence. With another swish of his scruffy tail, Jala had been about to take his first step up the spiral stairway, when Zyana had appeared. Not wanting to be rude, the quagga stepped back, his expression noticeably changing. "Ah -- sorry. Ma'am?" Having been blissfully unaware of her strange behavior, Jala had not taken offense to this abrupt action, but he was left wondering what the reason was for it. "Is something wrong?"
No answer. His eyes are well hidden beneath his forelock but they widened as the mare and child both vanished into thin air. A normal horse might easily jump at this sight -- not Jala. He freezes up, mouth having fallen open and his ears perked, but after a few seconds of staring, the awe seems to die away. With a little bit of hesitation this time, Jala slowly begins to climb up the staircase.
"Ahhh ..." He gasps aloud as they reach the top. What greets him are rows and rows of books. Books, books, and even more books! He has never seen so many in his life! ( Well, what he could remember of his life, ) Jala swishes his tail and stands beside the stairway, taking a few moments to absorb his surroundings entirely. His eyes are immediately drawn to the gilded book perched on an illuminated pedestal. "Look at this! I've never seen so many books!"
With a soft nicker, the teen gazes upon the book, tilting his head slowly to one side. He could hardly read to begin with, and any of the scribble on its texts was completely untranslatable. He looks to the others for some sort of confirmation and explanation. "Well. I reckon this is the treasure they were talkin' about!"
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Word Count: 325
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NGC7009
Nebula
Rise and shine, Mister Freeman
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Post by NGC7009 on Feb 14, 2019 3:53:04 GMT -6
S O A N A
Talori
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As a mare who had spent a long time alone on the road was wont to do, Soana trusted herself more than others. As she was joined by more of the rowdy group, an itch started at the back of her neck, a little charge of electricity that told her to step away from the lot of them and make her own way.
But she stayed. She walked alongside the calm mare, kept her back to the empty corridor behind them and her front of the brunt of the group.
And then came the mother, standing in their way. The look she gave, with her narrowed, thoughtful eyes was something that jarred Soana more than a little. Was it fear? Or anger?
Either way, she vanished as quickly as she had appeared. Quicker even, as if her body had turned to sand and an invisible wind whipped the mother and child away. The sight was shocking, but Soana displayed nothing more than a furrowed brow as she watched it. That wasn't going to be the part that stuck in her mind, but those eyes instead.
She followed last down the staircase, descending slowly into the darkness, until the path spilled out into a library of the sort she had never dreamed could exist. Hundreds- thousands even- of bound tomes stretching from end-to-end on more shelves than she could count.
And, in the middle, a relic.
Stopping for a moment, as the others looked at the thing in awe, Soana pulled her journal and quick from her saddle and began to sketch the thing before her. Holy or not, the workmanship of it astounded her. It was the first thing that had caught her eye, and if she had her way she would have mastered the art used to bind it before the end of the month.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Feb 14, 2019 10:01:08 GMT -6
Nefertiti
Cleric | Talori
"We have built cathedrals out of spite and splintered bones,
of course they aren't pretty, nothing holy ever is--"
A brow bone cocks up in curiosity. Mother's could be incredibly persistent, Nefertiti knew that, but this... This was a little much, was it not? The Cleric isn't quite sure what to say or do in order to get her out of their way... But it seems she need not to.
Her head cocks to the side, brows knitting down together in confusion. That's all that she is willing to show towards the strange sight... Thinking nothing of it with how things have been going as of late.
After all, now was not the time to sit back and stare in awe, they had things that needed to be done.
Moving onward, it doesn't slip past her that things are beginning to look newer and newer with each step she takes. By the gods, she couldn't help the wide eyed look that swept across her features.
A library.
If it were possible, her eyes seem to jump from her head, neck craning to get a good look at it all. Impressive. It was certainly impressive.
"Her name is Mesitafi."
With a quick swivel of her head, Nefertiti's attention turns towards the sound of the voice. Taking in the appearance of the grey-haired mare, the Cleric's chest tightens at the tone of her voice... What kind of wisdom did this mare hold?
"She is Holy."
Finally turning towards what the mare was addressing, Nefertiti mentally kicks herself for not noticing it earlier.
This had to be it -- no, this was it. What they had been looking for. Getting as close as she dared, Nefertiti stares in awe; jaw slack and eyes full of wonder.
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Post by posy-punch on Feb 19, 2019 10:35:14 GMT -6
20 AP and 20 CS to Nefertiti, Soana, Jala, Krein, Dawson, Meredith |
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