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02-02-2010, 05:23 PM
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I, Corax Martov, shall take a dagger and shall meet with Donn, for winter is death, and one kills with a dagger. he says, stepping towards the portal, sure in his conviction. And that a dagger can valuable in the right situation. 
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02-02-2010, 05:53 PM
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Meddas was really confused now. What was going on? Who were these people? Why did they look so...kind of familiar? And how many of those compasses/keys/shields/daggers did they have? Meddas shrugged and grabbed a shield, moving towards the portal. "Snow covers the ground, freezing those beneath it and protecting them from any harm to befall them until spring, where they can bloom again. Surely, winter is a shield?"
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#18
02-02-2010, 06:29 PM
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Camrost Darneg
A seemingly tall figure steps into the temple, clad in sturdy, but well-worn, travel gear. Large antlers rise from the top of his head, though these are not mere ornamentation on some war-helm. The wide, active eyes and thick shaggy fur clearly indicate that this man is an Elkyn. His eyes linger on each individual already present, and while it seems he might have something to say, the creature holds his tongue for the time being.
__________________Walking to the center, he reaches out initially to grab the dagger, but withdraws his hand. Contemplating for another few seconds, he instead takes hold of the compass. Though he had never needed such a device in the past, the ranger was oddly drawn to it now. Slowly rotating on his heel, the Elkyn finds the season of his birth and heads towards it. Standing in front of Spring, he inhales deeply, his large, moist nostrils flaring widely, as he can practically smell the flowers in bloom.
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#19
02-03-2010, 01:37 AM
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Bryce walks into the temple, not quite sure where he is or how he got there. The place is filled with a number of people, all of whom look terribly familiar and yet can't quite place for some strange reason. He feels he should know who they are, yet he can't seem to grasp the knowledge. He forgets his confusion for a moment when he notices the alter of Brigid, and immediately steps up to it and goes down on one knee, his head bowed respectfully. This would shock some who had known him for a little time, as they would think him incapable of bowing or showing respect to anyone, believing himself to be supreme. To his goddess though, he showed his one great exception to his usual character.
The devilishly handsome man, with looks verging on perfection, has changed little in ten years, save for growth. His face is still perfectly sculpted, his luminous, pale blue eyes, still bright and full of self-assurance so certain it could be called madness. His well groomed and straight, black hair is tied back in a tail with a fine, silver ring, and he is dressed from head to toe in fashionable dress, made of the best quality material and of excellent cut, all mostly in royal blue and silver colours. A well crafted longsword hangs from his black, leather belt, being a rather foolish conceit as he has little skill in using it, only wearing it because it looks dashing. A silver pendant in the form of a symbol of Brigid hangs from a silver chain around his neck, and is worn outside his clothes and displayed with pride. He seems barely a step away from the boy he used to be. Only those who knew him well would see the shadow on his face, a hint of regret and guilt kept carefully repressed. The expression of confidence and pride hides the haunted under-current well, though not completely. He finally stands and contemplates the voice, also familiar, yet uncertain. He saw that he was in a temple with an alter dedicated to the goddess he honoured, and others as well. This led him to the obvious conlusion. "Is it you my goddess? Are you testing me? Well rest assured, I shall not fail you." He speaks to himself, his face brimming with the belief that he could never fail, not matter what he was supposed to do. He briskly made his way to the table in the centre and examined the items. He also took a quick glance around and saw the glyphs on everyone's foreheads, and finally clued in to what that implied. He instantly took a mirror of polished steel from his pouch and admired his face, wincing at the mark. "Ah. I do hope that's not permanent." Contemplating the notion of his beauty being ruined, he almost forgets the task his goddess has set him, for who else could it have been? He starts after a moment and puts the mirror away. "Oops. What am I thinking. This is no time to be looking at myself, I have a job to do. Look on in awe ladies and gentlemen! You are about to see perfection in motion." He gives a white, toothy smile as he proclaims this to everyone in the room, not caring whether he knows them or not when it comes to this. They were onlookers he could impress, and that was all that counted. He thinks hard for a moment, calculating the puzzle, looking as though having to think for once is quite a strain on him. He then reaches a hand towards the table. His hand drifts towards the dagger at first before pulling back as though burned, his face showing a hint of inner pain. He thinks of a dagger plunging into a woman's back then turns away from the weapon in denial. He then moves quickly, as though to make up for his hesitation and prove that this was what he meant to do from the start. He picks up the compass and holds it up to the light. "Brigid is a goddess of divination and prophesy. She points the way for all of us, just as this compass might. It's simple." He smiles confidently, erasing the doubt of before, and walks proudly over to lay the device on the alter of Brigid, for the idea of going to one of the other alters was unimaginable to him.
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#20
02-04-2010, 02:46 AM
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Alrekr, a slightly short man with silver hair and wearing a grey cloak hiding armor, walked in the temple, slightly weary, as shadows of people came into his vision. Then the voice reached him and he felt relaxed. There was nothing for him to worry about. But where was he. So many questions came to his mind as he kept delving further into the room. He joined the other familiar figures as they though on which item they should take. He sat there for a good time deciding on which item he felt he needed. This puzzle seemed to enrapture him, stealing on his concentration to where he was dead to the world.
After awhile thinking he stepped forward and grabbed the set of keys. "Reveal to me the secrets of the world, Nyeeliveaah Heethataan."
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02-04-2010, 12:25 PM
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Draped in his mantle, with the blue side out he moves slowly up to inspect the items. His hand reaches out and with a deft motion picks up the keys. "In the spring the farmer plants unlocking his future, The merchant starts his travels, the keys to the future!" Turning he steps to Don for the wind.
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02-05-2010, 03:28 AM
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Vincent looked at the goddesses for a little while thinking on which one was the one meant for him. "Belisama, you call for me don't you. He walked towards her as the portal opened in front of him, he was unsure at first but then walked into portal sure that he chose right.
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02-05-2010, 12:10 PM
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Meddas did the same. He looked around suspiciously and walked towards one. "...Macha, right?" he said as he stepped through the portal.
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02-05-2010, 02:13 PM
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02-14-2010, 02:34 AM
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Cheeks seems confused, and stands looking slightly silly as the others take their items. She has bushy grey hair with streaks of red, and a furred and freckled face and body as do most of her Squirrel-kin kind. Her two front teeth are slightly too large by human standards, but somehow seem endearing on her. She is thin, and highly athletic.
__________________At the moment, in this dream, she wears leather armor and a well stocked pack, and holds a pair of tiny longswords at her side. Fearless as normal, she moves with incredable grace to the altar, looking at the things there. Looking at the tools and gates, she frowns. Her first instinct is to go for the dagger. Hers has been a violent life, after all, and spring is a far more violent time than many realise. But that seems... wrong to her, somehow. The shield has no connection to her at all, since she has nothing to protect any more and scorns those who do. As for the keys, well... She has never really had a need for them. The compass though, that seems to call to her. It signifies an understanding of teh path, a knowledge or a desire for knowledge. Taking that, she turns to the gods, and elements, curious. Three of the gods, Belisama, Brigid and Don, call to her not at all. She shivers slightly as she finds herself drawn toward Mecha. God of War and Death, but also god of Firtility and plants. Something about him calls to her, and she goes to him. "Mecha. Is there something you wanted..?" she asks simply. She is scared, but conversely lacking in anxiety.
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