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[Crimson Lego]

Panting, Leo looked around at his surroundings. Kneeling down, he almost passed out but held onto his consciousness. After a few moments, he answered Jordan's question.

"Never been better, my man. Where do you reckon we are?" responded Leo.

OoC: Sorry for the short post, I'm really tired.

[JRPomazon]

OoC: Meh, it happens. Don't sweat it.

"We must be near the highest point of the temple." Jordan said.

"Seeing as we are outside again and the only thing that look remotely interesting are these stairs . . . and it doesn't seem like there are a lot of them."

Jordan leaned against the wall next to the entrance back into the temple's interior, attempting to catch a small breath before continuing.

"Einz must be having a hard time right now, but I'm sure he'll pull through." He said to Leo, hoping to lessen his own worries about the knight's safety.

[Crimson Lego]

Taking a last look around, Leo pulled out his knife and readied it in a thrusting position.

"I guess we won't ever know what's up there till we ascend the stairs." he said wearily.

Walking towards it, Leo felt very tired. By now, Einz might be dead or seriously injured, and the monsters would take care of him. Shaking away the thought, Leo climbed up the stairs, ready to attack any hidden people. As Jordan followed him, Leo tried to strike up a conversation.

"How do you reckon we'll get home?"

[JRPomazon]

Jordan chuckled softly.

"We'll figure that out when the time comes."

He looked up the stairs.

"Heh, if the time comes."

Without another word, Jordan and Leo proceeded up the stairs. There wasn't that many of them, just enough to get to the roof. The two of them found themselves in the middle of a grand altar that appeared to have been carved from a red stone, most likely found in this area. Around them lay the bodies of several people, all of them clothed and laying differently. There, the priestess faced the duo with a look that could only be described as true hatred. Jordan and Leo were outsiders, different from what her ideals called for. Difference was what caused her to hate those two so much, but her hate seemed directed at Jordan more strongly.

It was something about him, something she couldn't stand.

"Lazu!" She shouted, her arms outstretched.

"Crowenka! Bahu! Zerat Ta!"

Jordan readied his weapon. It was some sort of chant to her deity.

"Thanatos!"

And with that word, a bolt of lighting from the stormy sky above struck her, the eerie light consuming her body. The light was familiar, like a false promise or a returning nightmare. It made Jordan feel shivers up and down his spine. When the light had vanished, the priestess remained. Her body wasn't harmed, but two grand horns had appeared on her head and her eyes gleamed with a vile darkness. She grabbed her weapon of choice, a golden scythe that appeared to be ceremonial.

She charged to fight, this time without the aid of her fellow cultists or the cursed people she had enslaved. Jordan and Leo leaped from the spot she struck and began their own attack. Jordan lunged his spear at her, which was swiftly met with a parry of her scythe and a bolt of lightning from the sky. Jordan backed off quickly and avoided the blow. Even the very sky above their head was against them.

[Crimson Lego]

"I think she just received some kind of power from her god." murmured Leo. Sheathing his knife, Leo dodged her first attack and watched as Jordan made his attack. When it was blocked, the priestess turned to him and swung her scythe. Blocking it with his axe, Leo used his strength to shove her backwards, but it didn't do much. Regaining her balance, easily, the insane female cackled and attacked again. Almost getting it, Leo nearly rolled into the spot where lightning struck a second later. Not good.....

"We have to retreat!" he yelled to Jordan, while trying to keep his head.

[JRPomazon]

Jordan winced at what Leo had just uttered. Retreat? What kind of tactic was that?

"And waste Einz's sacrifice!? " He shouted at the dwarf while avoiding another bolt of lightning.

"And even still, where do you suppose we could retreat to!?"

The priestess changed her target from Leo to Jordan, swinging her scythe down to slice off one of his limbs. Jordan sidestepped the attack and backed off. Lucky for him and Leo, the temple roof was large enough to hold a medium sized ceremony let alone a battle. He swung his spear, which was blocked by the polearm of the scythe, but managed to cut the priestess' arm without making direct contact. Jordan smiled, his wind manipulation was at full strength once again.

The priestess backed off while another bolt of lighting fell from the sky and onto the roof. This battle was far from over.

[Crimson Lego]

Watching Jordan wound the priestess, albeit a minor cut, Leo could sense that this battle was going to take a while. Looking around, he tried to find a second weapon but saw none. Turning back, he was startled to find the priestess in the air in front of him, scythe readied, Raising his axe, Leo blocked the axe and sidestepped. Punching her, a sudden bolt of lightning came down from the sky, hitting the spot right next to him. The impact sent him flying, and he landed hard.
As the priestess closed in, Leo got up, and readied himself.

OoC: How will we end this battle?

[JRPomazon]

OoC: We just let it go on for a little bit. It won't just be dodging lightning bolts, I'll type something a little more interesting.

Jordan rushed towards the priestess, his wind manipulation increasing his speed several times higher than normal. Trying to capture her off guard, he lunged at his opponent who seemed preoccupied with Leo. However, Jordan's charge was met with a swift block and a heavy blow given by the blunt end of the scythe. Jordan fell back, the sudden counter sending him to the other side of the temple roof. He slowly got to his feet, realizing that the priestess received far more than just a pair of horns and a golden weapon.

Jordan heard something behind him, a horrific howling that echoed throughout the settlement. The cursed people were surrounding the temple, some of them climbing the pyrimad-like structure. They were being summoned to kill. Without time to lose, Jordan rushed back into the fray, hoping to finish the priestess off.

[Crimson Lego]

As the priestess blocked Jordan's attack, Leo heard the howls of monsters below. Heart sinking, he glanced quickly over the roof and found the horned people. We're surrounded. Some of them had already began to climb up. Rolling away from the priestess, Leo found himself facing the first monster. Thinking quickly, he punched it, sending the horned being falling over the edge and knocking down several others. Grinning, Leo turned to another part, waiting for monsters.

"Finish off her! I'll handle the monsters!" shouted Leo to Jordan.

[JRPomazon]

"Alright!" Jordan shouted back as he swung his glaive. It was easily blocked, the swing was too broad and slow. However, Jordan planned on his attack not connecting. A gust of wind created by the swing hit the unsuspecting priestess and send her into the air. While she lost her balance in midair, Jordan leaped after her and continued his assault in the sky. He swung his glaive once again, which was blocked by the priestess. Another wind blast created by Jordan sent her hurtling towards the roof. She landed on her feet as she slid back from the force of being thrown down.

A flash of light illuminated the sky, a bolt from the blue came crashing towards the earth. As Jordan prepared to finish the fight, the stray bolt struck him and sent him crashing towards the ground. He fell hard, his body bouncing up from the initial crash and landing back down. He slowly got to his feet, much of his strength taken by the blow and his body feeling heavy. The priestess took no time to attack, rushing over with her scythe to finish Jordan. As Jordan got to his feet, the scythe dug into his shoulder. It was a direct hit, pain shot from his wound in all directions as he let out a loud yell.

"Now . . . you fall." She said. Viewing her transformed state from this distance wasn't much of a sight. Some might call the horned being in front of his rather horrifying. If Jordan wasn't in as much pain as he was, he would probably be scared too. He grabbed the scythe's pole with his free hand, holding it down as the pressure of the blade dug deeper into his shoulder.

"Thanks, but I'll just stand." He said, a smirk appearing on his tired face. He grabbed his glaive tightly and thrust it into the chest of the priestess. The blow was made, but she appeared unharmed. A direct hit wasn't enough to kill her? Jordan, shocked and unprotected was all out of ideas. Well, almost. He quickly pulled his weapon out of her and raised towards the sky. Jordan, wearing a tired smile, grinned at the smug looking priestess.. Another lighting bolt came crashing down and consumed the two of them when it struck the roof.

[Crimson Lego]

After fending off another monster, Leo turned around just to see Jordan in control of the priestess' weapon. Suddenly, he raised it to the sky and a lightning bolt began to come down. "No!" yelled Leo, but it was too late. The lightning struck both of them, and they vanished. Shocked, the dwarf knew that if he was going to try and save Jordan, he had to save himself.

"Get back, you fools!" he roared, swinging his axe at the incoming monsters. Ignoring the warning, they surged forward, outnumbering Leo. Grimacing, he performed his Jump Attack, scattering them and knocking some off the roof.

[JRPomazon]

Black. A light haze. A tingling that climbed up the spine. A sharp pain that resonated from a spot on his body. Was this consciousness? Was this a dream?

Slowly, Jordan's body came into form and before him the priestess. She appeared to be in the same state Jordan was in, a little lost and losing blood. She did a better job dealing with it though, or so it seemed. It was all so unreal, like having a dream while being wide awake. The void began to fade back into reality, the sky and the earth returned to their proper places. Slowly, everything came back into view. They had fallen through the roof which had given way from the lightning. It appeared they were back in the first altar room where Jordan was tied up before.

Grabbing his bloody shoulder, Jordan got to his feet. His head hurt a little bit, but he could still fight. His glaive was on the other side of the room, looking so damaged that it appeared that it would give way with little force. The priestess was already on her feet, one of her horns had broken off and blood covered her face and chest. She was no longer human, perhaps she was never all that human from the start. She grabbed her scythe and slowly walked towards Jordan.

Without any hesitation, Jordan called forth a large gust of wind to pick up his weapon and send it to him. Reclaiming his weapon, Jordan used his free hand to hold the battered weapon against the priestess.

"For Lazu, I offer you as a sacrifice!" She exclaimed as she rushed to slice Jordan's head. Jordan threw his glaive at her like a javelin and using his wind manipulation abilities he increased the force at which the projectile would hit. In her rage, the priestess could not anticipate the speed at which the glaive was coming at her. Before she realized it, the weapon had pierced through her and had gone ahead and destroyed the altar on the other side of the room. The fires that burned brightly had all but died in that moment and Jordan's glaive reduced to scraps. The priestess looked behind her to find that the altar had been destoryed.

"La- Lazu . . ." She murmured.

"La . . zu . . . La . . . Zu . . ."

Only the soft sounds of Jordan's heavy breathing and the stormy sky above them could be heard. Then the priestess turned back to Jordan.

"La-Zu . . . La . . .

Lazu . . . Lazu . . . LazuLazuLazuLazuLazuLazuLazuLazuLazuLazuLazuLazuLazuLazuLazuLazuLazuLazu . . . "

Her words became incoherent, her mind was taken by the darkness she once wielded as her own.

The two knights that Leo and Einz had tied up earlier had removed their bonds and walked slowly over to Jordan, who was now too weak to fight back. They stumbled on their own steps, as if they too had become weak. Before they even got close to Jordan, they fell over on themselves.

"Is the battle won sir Jordan?"

A familiar voice came from the other room, coming from a heavily wounded Einz who grasped his sword which was covered in blood along with the rest of his armor.

Edited by JRPomazon, 04 March 2009 - 11:35 PM.

[Crimson Lego]

After a few more minutes of fighting off monsters, something happened that surprised and shocked Leo. A distinct rumble was heard. Then many of the monsters stopped attacking, and looked blank. Eventually, they wandered around, some falling off the roof. Confused, Leo lowered his weapon Maybe this has something to do with that altar. Running, he sprinted back into the previous room of darkness and found a very surprising scene. The priestess seemed to have been driven insane, the two knights were walking without any aggressiveness towards Jordan, who was lying on the ground, and Einz was...alive!

"Ferdinand! Jordan!" shouted Leo gladly. The knight turned and smiled at Leo.

"I thought you were dead?!" exclaimed Leo.

The knight shook his head. "No, I managed to hold on long enough. All of a sudden, the monsters left," explained Einz as he gestured towards the altar. "I guess that did the trick."

Amazed, Leo turned to Jordan. "You alright?"

[JRPomazon]

Jordan softy chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm alright . . ."

He looked over to his shoulder.

" . . . maybe."

He turned to Einz, who appeared to be in worse shape than he was.

"What of the cultists that aligned with the priestess?" Jordan asked as he grabbed his shoulder.

"I let none of them escape. The only force left here is the cursed ones and they don't appear to be combative."

Jordan looked over to the priestess, who was still alive despite the fact she had a hole in her chest at least 6 inches in diameter. Her mumbling had been reduced to a soft murmur.

Edited by JRPomazon, 05 March 2009 - 04:07 PM.

[Crimson Lego]

Turning towards the priestess, Leo was amazed at the gigantic opening.

"How is she not dead?" he exclaimed. "It looks like you took out her stomach and guts."

Einz shook his head.

"No, she will die soon. The power of Lazu will keep her alive, but not forever." he explained.

[JRPomazon]

"Maybe you're right." Jordan said.

Her second horn fell from her head, leaving her grotesque and disfigured body with another large gash. She had stopped talking now, the strain on her body was too much for even that luxury. She fell to her knees, her head blankly directed towards the sky. Lazu no longer governed these lands, the Sky Guardian had returned. She closed her eyes and let the darkness take her. At that moment, all of the cursed people stopped moving and fell to the ground.

As the two knights across the room passed on as well, Jordan looked over to Einz.

"How long do you think you have left?" He asked Einz, who had been breathing heavily.

"I am . . . unsure." The knight replied.

"The time is almost upon us."

The sky had begun to clear, the storm had begun to drift away and fade away. The fog lifted from the ground and life was once again welcomed to embrace the Eagle's Talons.

[Crimson Lego]

Walking over to Einz, Leo clasped his hand and tried to say a few final words.

"Thank-k you for helping us." he stammered.

The knight smiled in response. "The least I could do." he replied.

A few moments later, Ferdinand Einz closed his eyes and his hand fell from Leo's grasp. Grimacing, Leo lay the body down and turned to Jordan.

"Do you think that old man could get us back home?"

[JRPomazon]

Jordan remained quiet, his eyes looking upon the fallen Einz.

"Leo, would you mind giving me a moment to myself?"

The dwarf paused and nodded, exiting the chamber. Jordan remained on the ground, sitting up while his eyes gazed off into space. He rechecked his wound, still bleeding all over himself. He removed his breastplate to relieve himself of the extra weight. Everything just didn't make sense.

"What do you suppose caused Ferdinand Einz to reawaken from the cursed state?" A voice echoed from the darkness.

Jordan, alerted by the presence of another person. Tiresias stepped out of the shadows, holding a large staff that most likely served as a walking stick for the blind man. Relieved, Jordan relaxed that it wasn't an enemy.

"Wouldn't you know Seer? After all, you seem to see a lot for a blind man." Jordan asked.

"I see the past with my left and the future with my right." The Seer commented.

"The power of prediction is mine and mine alone. I knew of the oncoming threat to these lands far longer than one could imagine and I knew that you and the small one would come to save this place from the wicked beast. Things are as they should be."

"So you say there is nothing we can do to change the future, no matter how hard one tries?" Jordan asked.

"I never said that Dragoon."

Jordan looked puzzled, not quite sure what it was Tiresias was trying to say.

"Allow me to tend to your wound."

"Heh, if you knew I was going to be hit this badly you could given me a warning." Jordan said.

Leo walked back into the room around this time.

[Crimson Lego]

Entering, Leo was surprised to find the old man there with Jordan, helping to stop the bleeding.

"Hello Seer." spoke Leo, surprised. The magician merely nodded in response as he helped Jordan with the pain. Waiting a few more moments, Leo asked a vital question.

"How can we get back?" he spoke slowly, trying not to break his concentration.

"I can create a portal back at my home." replied the Seer.

[JRPomazon]

Jordan, still hurting from his wound got to his feet slowly. He knew moving too much would be a terrible idea. He kept his movements limited.

"Then we return to the cave." He said.

* * * * *

The trip back to the cave wasn't pleasant. As they exited the temple, the fog no longer covered the various corpses that littered the streets of the dead settlement. The cursed people were either dead on the ground or dying standing up. Despite the outcome, there wasn't hope for them. All they had left was oblivion, they could not return to they way they were before. Poor bastards. The walk back was longer than he expected as well, then again, he was moving slowly. Jordan didn't want to focus on the carnage around him and see those he couldn't have saved. All he could do was tell himself that it wasn't his fault and move forward.

Eventually, through the dusty and arid passages of the mountain the group returned to the cave where they met Tiresias. The old man brought them inside and let them to a stone wall. He placed his hand on the wall and revealed what appeared to be a large pool filled with a purple liquid. Various images were reflected on the surface of this device, but Jordan had no clue what it was.

"This is a Lotterria Pool, created by a great teacher known as Veteran. It will return you to wherever it is you wish to go." The seer said.

"You may leave whenever you wish, but I must insist that you remain Dragoon."

"Why is that?" Jordan asked, agitated at the prospect of being held up.

"I must discuss something with you that I have waited a long time to ask."

Jordan looked over to Leo.

"It's OK Leo, you can head off if you want." He said with a grin.

"You're quite the ally in battle, thanks for helping me out."

[Crimson Lego]

As Leo gazed towards the old man, he looked at Jordan. When he said "You're quite the ally in battle", Leo smiled in return. Shaking his hand, the dwarf clapped him on the back.

"Same to you. I'll see you later, maybe when Khuffie's head is being cut up" he replied. Turning around, he took a deep breath and entered the pool. The liquid swirled and Leo felt an odd sensation in his head. I'm going back....

A minute later, Leo landed in his home, in Alavard. Behind him, a portal began to close and disappeared. A second later, a small stone landed before Leo. Bending down, Leo pressed a small gem embedded in it and heard a hissing sound. Looking up, he saw the portal had reopened again. I guess I'll wait for a while before I go through there. Pressing the button again, the dwarf lay down on his bed for a nap.

OoC: What should I do now, continue posting in Unholy Union?

[JRPomazon]

OoC: Unholy Union is over and done with, I suppose you could start a totally new story or join an existing one. I'm finishing this story now.

Jordan sat down again on the blanket he was sleeping on earlier, removing his armor one piece at a time.

"So, why am I not going back Tiresias?" Jordan asked.

"Your heart is torn by the conflict growing in the west. A great a terrible time will be upon you soon and if you wish to survive I cannot allow you to leave these lands." The seer said, starting a new fire.

"You said if I slayed the wicked beast then I could go back, you promised!" Jordan shouted, ready to wring the seer's neck.

There was an pause, Jordan feeling too angry to talk for a moment.

"You have slain many people this day and brought back the Sky Guardian to these lands. Your accomplishment is great, but even though you managed to do this can you say you are in any condition to move on?" Tiresias said, breaking the silence.

"I don't understand Seer."

"I know not the reason why you have come to these lands, but I had foreseen your arrival many moons ago. It must be the threads of fate that bind us to this place at this time, you were destined to bring salvation to this place just as those men of the west were destined to venture towards their doom. You were meant to be here, that is all there is too it."

Jordan looked into the newly created fire, his eyes captivated by the dancing flames. To just accept what the Seer was saying, it was impossible to do right away. But if he and Leo never came to this place, Ferdinand Einz and those others would be forced to remain as they were, cursed people blindly following a deity of destruction. Maybe there was some greater purpose for all of this.

"Alright, I'll stay to heal." Jordan said, looking up from the fire.

Tiresias smiled, happy to hear Jordan say that.

"Very well Dragoon."

"It's Jordan, not 'Dragoon' Tiresias."

* * * * *
Several days past since the slaying of Lazu's followers. Jordan's wound had made exceptional progress, giving him limited use of the muscles that were damaged. He would eventually travel back to the heart of the Eagle's Talons with Tiresias to prepare proper burials to the people who once inhabited these lands. It was the least he could do to bring some sort of peace to this place. It felt good not to wear armor, not have to carry two glaives on his back or a pouch filled with whatever. It felt good just to be Jordan. People from the mountains who had taken refuge from the followers of Lazu slowly returned to their homes. Things would return to the way they were, but not completely the same. As Jordan stayed in these lands, his clouded mind gained some much deserved clarity.

Eventually the day came when Jordan was mostly healed and he dawned his armor once again. He would have to find new weapons, since his pair of glaives had been shattered. He did care a large sword with him, wrapping in cloth with strange patterns on it.

"Are you ready to leave?" Tiresias asked, opening the portal once again.

"Yeah, I know where I'm going." Jordan replied.

"We will meet again. But when we do, be prepared. I cannot explain to you why, but head my warning."

"Wait, why don't you just . . . oh nevermind."

"Also Jordan, take these. The men who came before you left them." Tiresias said, handing a box filled with papers.

"What are they?" Jordan asked.

"Maps and charts, useless things really. You might have some use for them." The seer said.

Jordan entered the portal and vanished, leaving the seer to his solitude once more.

[Nevermind]

OOC: Wait up. There's always a little room for an epilogue


In the heart of the Eagle's Talons, the sun beamed down and a small breeze sifted its way through empty, peaceful streets. The curse had been removed and light once against dwelt in this hidden vale.

Lazu's Temple was in ruins. Sunlight radiated through a gaping hole in the ceiling, like blessed-blades slicing shades, eradicating the gloom with an incandescent army. Darkness no longer swept its dim arms around the confines of this ceremonial chamber. The newfound glory of dawning days now blanketed this site with a promise of asylum; a pledge of sanctuary.

Stangely enough, deep within the heart of the ceremonial chamber, at the foot of the aftmost wall, a shadow was forming. A shadow no intensity of light could penetrate. It gradually stretched out across the floor, like shaded fingers clutching and grasping and clamping onto every piece of debris and rubble that lay in its path. It stretched until it was large enough for three abreast, then the shadow bubbled and boiled like black pitch as what was obviously a human arm thrust itself out of the darkness. The hand found itself a solid hold on the floor of the temple and was swiftly joined by its partner; both pressed hard into the stone and a head soon followed. Shoulders; a man's waist; hips; legs. Finally a booted foot took its place on the stone floor and the figure slowly straightened.

A tall figure stood clothed in simple, dark brown, nondescript tunic and trousers; a sturdy but worn pair of traveller's boots on his feet. Short, dark hair and clearly observant eyes sat on a stern, slightly unshaven face. This man was rough, though not entirely unkempt, strangely familiar yet featureless and easily forgotten.

He turned and offered his hand to the void from which he had just emerged. Another more slender arm parted the surface and the two joined in a firm grip. The second visitor emerged, lifted out and onto her feet. Her clothing, much more stately than her partner's, consisted of a close-fitting, full-length suit and was complimented by a blood-red cloak, clasped loosely with two miniature skulls. Dark hair and fiery eyes completed this image of a dangerously-composed young woman.



As the two began exploring the room, the man shielded his eyes against the bright sunlight.
"Xeres," he turned to his companion, "remember when I kept telling you - over and over - not to consider this whole thing a religion?"

"How could I forget?" She remarked. "I swear I can almost hear nothing but those words whenever I go to sleep."

The man gave a short bark. "Hah! Well..." He stepped over to a bloody carcass in a heap on the floor. Xeres joined him. "You know how I love to say 'I told you so'..."
He reached out with his boot and rolled the body onto its back. Xeres gagged somewhat at the sight they beheld. What used to be an elderly woman was now nothing more than a skin-draped skeleton. A thick, black substance had pooled around the body, some still trickling from a considerable gash in the head.

"Keel?" Xeres' tone was one of curiosity rather than concern. "Are we also like this inside?"

"Eargh. Thankfully, no. We made an arrangement. This power is rightfully ours. These people tried worship. Why Lazu gave them something, I don't know. It's impossible to know.
Most likely reason? Amusement."

"Weird sense of humour, huh?" Xeres moved over towards the entrance.

"Weird sense of everything." Keel muttered as he wiped his boot on the cloak of a nearby body and stood next to Xeres.



As the two looked out over the city below, each smiled in matched amusement. Graves littered every street. Not a single body was in sight. Whoever had destroyed this place had also given it a proper burial.

"Cute." Xeres muttered.

"I almost feel sorry for the people who cleaned this place up," Keel shook his head a little, "this looks like it would've taken quite a bit of work."
It had been days, even weeks since this carnage had taken place but the feeling of chaos and confusion was still thick in the air. "Were I to drink in the remnants of that very moment, I might find myself just a little bit stuffed. I regret having missed this glorious moment at its peak. Whichever crusaders liberated this place have done me quite a large favour. Though I must admit I am more than a little curious as to what name is attached to this light. It did shine quite the bright beacon." He smiled. "Yes. The pun was intentional."

"Mm." Xeres snorted. "I'm not sure myself but I think we both know who sits behind the curtain. Perhaps some of their connections could shed some light on the matter?" Xeres grinned, Keel hung his head.
"And so the apprentice becomes the master..." He sighed.
Xeres stepped to the edge of the temple steps. "Maybe we could pay these people to take care of the other settlements as well. Our very own cleaning staff!"

Keel moved next to her. "That would save us quite a bit of time. It definitely has pained me to see organisations such as this pop up over the years. Oh well..."
The two looked at each other for a moment, both smiling, and turned back to the scene before them.
"Waste not." He took her hand.

In an instant the entire ground surrounding the small settlement became blacker than black, a shadow darker than dark. The void spread across the vale faster than any eye could follow, through the streets, beneath every house and every building. It engulfed the temple and just as quickly as it had come, did it disappear, along with its creators. Not a single remnant of this society was left. No cities, no temples, no religions, nor graves. Oblivion had come and it had consumed.





In the heart of the Eagle's Talons, the sun beamed down and a small breeze wafted over a flat, empty plain.

Edited by Lazurukeel, 08 March 2009 - 11:05 AM.

[JRPomazon]

OoC: I might as well tie up this NPC's role.

Tiresias, sitting in his cave sat in a corner by the fire. In the small amber light, he remained with his thoughts and plentiful visions of past and future events. He thought of Jordan's short time with him, time spent letting him just stop for a moment and look back on everything. From the monsters, to the corrupt nature of men and even into the heart of darkness. Time needed to stop for him, just for a little while. He left with a sword he recovered from the temple, belonging to a certain Ferdinand Einz. He wasn't going to wield it, the warrior specialized with spears and polearms.

An event vanished from his sight at that moment, a darkness that consumes and leaves nothing behind. The event was not in the past nor future, it had entered the present. Tiresias arose from his place in the cave and dusted off his tattered robes. He knew that he could no longer remain in these lands, the time for departure must be now. He left the fire as it was and activated the lotteria pool once again.

"The time draws near, the great change of winds will come to the lands of the west." He murmured to himself.

"The awakening of the maiden and the sacrifice of the Dragoon."

He took his walking stick and walked into the man-sized pool. In a brief glimmer of light, he vanished from the cave. Nothing remained but an old blanket and a small fire.

Edited by JRPomazon, 08 March 2009 - 04:42 PM.

[Selena]

OOC: Well, I can't exactly top that conclusion. Map and world guide have been updated (along with data Shadow has uncovered from his quest in progress).

If all goes well, I should be going ahead with the invasion within the next few days. Until then, you are free to wing it. Or prepare for the invasion, either in your place of origin or with Steel. Just don't get too cozy.