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Meroldor Reborn

Postby Anthentar » Fri Jul 29, 2005 6:41 pm

(Sir Ourane Menarus, Knight in the Order of the High Guard of Shael, Defenders of the Tower- a fair skinned human, enlarged by his training as a soldier for the crown, with silver eyes, a well trimmed beard on his chin, a long healed, but well scarred broken nose and a short, brown mohawk as is required by the uniform of the High Guard. Decked out in High Guard uniform, he bears a steel cuirass and pauldrons (torso and shoulder armour) and an open face helm over top of a green tunic and skirt. he wields a large, two handed sword that is shiethed on his back and wears leather boots and gloves. Given the cold, wintery weather of these months, light furs also ordain the armoured uniform, hanging down from the bottom of the cuirass and pauldrons)

Ourane awoke suddenly from a dream... no, more like a nightmare. Ghosts had stalked the streets of a partially ruined city, and blood ran in torrents across the ground. Voices had called out to him... but what had they said? He groggingly got to his feet and swung his sword onto his back again. He straited his uniform and made sure that his furs covered as much skin as possible before stepping back out of his shelter on the side of the street.

It was snowing again, but just lightly. A few flurries wouldn't hurt anyone, but it was still fairly cold and the light breeze, which would have been adored during the summer, was now a curse. Why had he even fallen asleep, he asked himself as he trudged along down the cobblestone streets of Shael, moving back towards the tower in the centre of the city. He had never fallen asleep on patrol before and he hadn't even been tired before he suddely could barely stay awake. So strange, and such a strange dream... but what had the voice told him? It was a she... yes, that he could be sure of. The voice was that of a woman, and she had been telling him something... something about saving... but saving what. And what was the city he had saw? Was it real? Was it in danger?

As he moved onward through the lightly dusted streets, nodding to the people as they passed, his mind continued to wander a bit. As a Knight of the High Guard, he was a defender and law enforcer in the city and the people recognized his uniform anywhere and were very nice to him... most of the time. Eventually, he passed the Golden Cathedral of the Goddess Levelmna, which rose out of the streets and now dead gardens like an egg without a bottom. A female voice, a desolate city... to save?

To save a city... to save the Goddess' city... He snapped out of his stuppor and looked about. No, it couldn't be, he thought to himself. Could it? There was only one way to find out. He crossed the street and marched towards the temple
"He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become one. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into you." - Beyond Good and Evil, aphorism 146
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Postby Ariel » Sat Jul 30, 2005 8:17 am

Kiarra is a commoner with very long dark wavey hair and vivid blue eyes. Her wardrobe is varried as she abhors being plain in any way. She is adorned with bracelets that jingle on her wrists, beautiful rings and simple small hoop earings. All of which she had aquired through winnings at archery competitions with friends. She adores nature and animals and although she enjoys the simple things in life, she often wistfully longs for adventure, away from the mundane of her existance.

Gently the snow fell, a glistening blanket upon the frozen earth. Kiarra sat by the fire as the scent of incense permeated the air. Suddenly fatigued, she drifted off to sleep and the land of dreams. She dreamt of a beautiful garden alive with color and delightful aromas, of the white unicorn of peace, and an urgent voice calling to her, speaking of a city and dangers lurking in every corner. When she awoke she was greatly upset as she had had these dreams frequently and knew they were of significance. She felt compelled to visit the great golden cathedral. She pulled on her suede boots, threw on her raccoon fur, and headed out.
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Postby Benjaru » Sun Jul 31, 2005 7:44 am

(Haldir Geraint, the last of an elite band of Mercenaries called the Tur'Haran (literally, bloody hawks). A clean shaven dark skinned human, with green eyes. His hair is a dark blond, almost brown and he wears it shoulder length, after the fashion of the Tur'Haran. The only jewelry he wear is a silver ring, engraved with strange runes and said to have been worn by his true mother.
Born in Malalis, the Heart Realm, Haldir was forced to flee when his adoptive father (Sir Brandon Geraint) was murdered. He fled to Kiruhit, where he formed the Tur'Haran. But his small band of elite fighters got on the losing side of a battle, and all but Haldir were killed. After that he dedicated his life to finding out who he truly was, and finding out who murdered his his adoptive father. He wears leather armor, preferring to be light and quick rather than have extra protection. He also uses two swords. One strapped to his back, the other at his side, both single handed. His weapon of choice for close work is a stiletto. He wears soft soled leather boots, and a dark blue hooded cloak. (Haldir, pronounced, HAL-deer))

Haldir sipped the mead, and scanned the room with a practiced eye. It was busy tonight, many customers stomping in out of the cold, shaking the snow from their boots. He sat near the fireplace, back to the wall, his legs stretched out comfortably. The heat felt good after walking half the day. If he just had enough money to buy a horse...

A horse galloped up to him, and he realized he was standing in the street. But there was no snow.. He reached for his sword, but his hand closed on thin air. The rider of the horse was dressed in black armor, and a great mace was in his hand. Haldir stared at the face, or rather, were the face should have been. The thing that peered out was not human. It looked like some grotesquely disfigured orc. It spoke in a rasping voice, "You will fail, human. You can never save them." The black figure gestured with his mace, and Haldir saw for the first time that the street was strewn with the dead and dying, some reaching out to him in supplication. "You put too much faith in the power of a goddess." The rider lifted his mace and brought it down in a long lazy arc, aimed right at Haldir's head.

Haldir came off the bench with a lunge and a yell, a sword in each hand. The room froze, all eye's on him. A dream. It was dream. Relief flooded over him. He looked at the tense faces that surrounded him. "Sorry, must've had too much to drink." He muttered. Most of them turned back to their drinks, but he noticed some loosening their swords . His tankard lay spilled at his feet. Haldir sighed. So much far a comfortable evening. He pulled his cloak tight around him and stepped out into the cold. It had started to snow again, light drifting flakes that clung to hair and clothing. "'the power of a goddess'" He almost never dreamed. Dreaming distracted the sleeping mind, left it unaware of what was happening in the waking world, left it unable to leap to instant wakefulness. He walked on, wondering where his wandering feet would take him. The side street that he was on ended, and he entered the main street, now almost empty. And then he saw the temple, and knew where he was going.
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Postby Anthentar » Sun Jul 31, 2005 9:38 am

Darkness continued to creep over the fair city and the snow began to fall a bit harder. The wind blew stronger, as if trying to force Ourane into the great cathedral. He stepped up to the great, wooden doors and pushed one open. The door was heavy, but not too hard to move, and when he had opened it just wide enough, he slipped through and closed it behind. No sense in letting the cold into this place as well.

On the inside, the cathedral was brilliantly lit by candles and torches that spread light across the rounded wall, which seemed to glow with it. People knelt at prayer in among the pews, even at this late hour, and few even bothered to look at him as he began his trek towards the altar and the Book of Levelmna that lay there. Voices could be heard whispering in an otherwise quiet space a he made his way up the red carpet aisle, trying not to listen to the prayers of others, but he couldn't help hearing others praying for guidance after a dream that they had had.

As he neared the altar, a priest came out of one of the side doors nearby and looked starngly at him. The robed man walked up to Ourane and stood very close. "You know you are not supposed to bring weapons into this place, my son," the priest said clamly.

"Yes, father,I do," Ourane responded, "but I need guidance from the good book."

"Had a dream, have you?"

"Yes, of a city that must be saved."
"He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become one. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into you." - Beyond Good and Evil, aphorism 146
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Postby Ariel » Sun Jul 31, 2005 4:42 pm

Kiarra slipped in after the stranger, shaking the snow from her boots,hair , and clothing. She sat alone toward the front of the temple and began to pray. "Mother goddess, hear me now. From the powers of the sun and moon, the earth and water, air and fire, I will gather my strength to do your bidding. I have heard your call in my dreaming hours, but your wishes are unclear. Give me the knowlege I seek so that I may serve you, and the courage to serve you well." She stepped up to the alter with an offering of a pinecone blessed with essential oils,berries, and a pine branch.
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Postby Anthentar » Sun Jul 31, 2005 6:17 pm

The priest looked away from Ourane, towards the doors to the temple. Ourane himself followed the gaze of the elder man to find a woman kneeling at the front of the cathedral. She seemed to be mumbling to herself about something, but neither was capable of making it out. The priest looked at the Knight and simply nodded before wrapping his robes tighter and walking towards the front

Ourane stepped up further onto the altar and up to the pestal that held the Good Book of Levelmna, Patron Goddess of the city of Shael. He ran his hand over the heavy brown book with golden runes across the cover before swinging it open. To a soldier who had never been very religious, it was a most enlightening, but difficult read as he scanned through the pages, looking for something... for anything.

And then he found it in a simple passage: "For when the walls spew forth crimson torrent and the restless spirits untold whisk about the empty lanes, crying to the loss of their former lives, it is in Meroldor, city of the Goddess Levelmna, that you find yourself."

"Meroldor?" Ourane said to himself. "Yes, that must be the place, but I've never heard of such a place." He continued flipping through a few more pages, trying to search for answers.
"He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become one. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into you." - Beyond Good and Evil, aphorism 146
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Postby Benjaru » Tue Aug 02, 2005 3:08 pm

Haldir paused outside the tall doors of the temple. Maybe a dream is just a dream, He thought. But he had been conditioned since his training as a mercenary not to be drawn into his dreams, not to let his mind be distracted by them. So what had caused it? Perhaps the mead was drugged. But if someone had intended to harm him, why had they not acted when they had the chance? No. He discarded the idea. The dream had to have been sent to him, perhaps by the goddess of this very temple. Haldir shook his head. He had never put much faith in the power of the divine. Why he was doing it now puzzled him.

"You put too much faith in the power of a goddess."

The words to flashed through his mind. And in that moment, he decided. He brushed the snow from his uncovered head, and pulled his hood up, leaving his face in shadow. The door was heavy, but it opened smoothly on oiled hinges. He slipped in silently, on cat feet, ever ready for a trap. He waited a moment for his eyes to adjust to the well lit interior, and then he moved toward the alter. He was struck by how many people were in the cathedral at so late an hour. Perhaps they were dreamers too. As he neared the alter, he noticed the man standing at the pedestal reading a great book. It was not a priest as he had assumed at first, but a Knight of the High Guard.

Haldir stopped between the foremost pews, his eyes on the Knight. Why was a Knight of the High Guard, in full armor, reading the Good Book of the Goddess?
For that matter, why am I here? He thought.
And he suddenly couldn't remember why he had come. It was as though some force had compelled him hither. He gave the knight one last look, and turned to go. As he turned his eyes fell upon a woman in the front row. As he watched, she looked up, and their eyes met. Haldir froze, and his hand shot to the sword beneath his cloak. Her eyes! He had seen those eyes before. But then the moment passed. He studied her face, but was sure he had not seen it before. He sighed. Maybe he would just spend the night here, instead of venturing back out into the cold. He was sure that the good priests would not turn him out. Quietly he moved to the nearest pew and sat down, and then on an impulse, pushed his hood back.
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Postby Ariel » Tue Aug 02, 2005 4:21 pm

This is foolish thought Kiarra. There was no Goddess calling out to her, a lowly commoner, yet she couldn't shake the dream. She had recurring dreams with the same theme, that always meant something, but what? She stood beside the knight, gently pulled his hand away and closed the book. She looked intently into his silver eyes. "What is it that you seek here?"
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Postby Anthentar » Tue Aug 02, 2005 4:44 pm

"I seek answers, fair maiden," Ourane responded calmly. "Answers to questions. Questions that need answering and seem only to lead to more questions." He stepped away from the altar and looked about. There were more people present now than when he had come in. Many more people. A few were staring at him, but most seemed to be wandering about or in the midst of prayer to their goddess.

The was a most strange night. And it was about to become even stranger, as a pair of Knights of the High Guard entered the temple and walked towards him. One Ourane recognized as his good friend, Martaeus.

"Hail, Sir Ourane," Martaeus saluted as he approached.

"Hail, Sir Martaeus," Ourane responded. "It's a strange night tonight. Some dream has affected my judgement and my patrol."

"I understand," Martaeus responded, "many people have been having strange dreams on this night. The King is ordering an inquiry into these strange events and I intend to begin it here." He signalled he companion, who went off questioning the common people about the room. "Now, tell me what you saw."

"I saw Meroldor," Ourane said as he began to tell his friend of his dream
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Postby Dr_Love » Tue Aug 02, 2005 6:02 pm

A tall man near to six and a half foot tall stepped out of a common tavern, only to be quickly awoken by the chilled of the air. His body slender yet in healthy shape, he wears only a simple midnight colored robe and a pair of pants under that. With a slight shiver he looks to the chapel in which he sought his path.

The dream the night before he only vaguely remembered, in this dream he saw fighting, pain, suffering. Then he saw himself attempting to help the city, but a voice spoke to him and said 'Do not attempt, you shall fail as your destined to do', but he woke abruptly to the tavern keeper's voice at the door.

In a soft voice he mummers to himself "Curiosity will be the death of me" with that the man begins his walk to the chapel.
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Postby Talon Sinnah » Tue Aug 02, 2005 8:14 pm

He stood with his head bowed as the blood flowed over the street below his feet. Ghost stood or rather wandered around him each whispering to him, more like beckoning. Many reached out to him trying to touch him with their ghastly fingers outstretched. "Be one with us. Ignore your heritage no longer hybrid. Follow our voices to the Lost Crown." When one lunged at him he jumped up sword leading.


The sword blade clanked against the chain holding the chapel bell up. He quickly grasped the chain in hopes he would save it from falling. The inferno ringing nearly made him drop the whole thing. With each ring he threatened dropping it but did not want to risk hurting anyone that was below. He did the only thing he thought of and screamed not really thinking that the bell might be masking his voice. "HELP! HELP!"

(Kai Tin stands around six foot with black hair and ageless blue eyes. His skin is a tanned color making an ivory necklace stand out around his neck. He wears common brown pants and a white shirt. Brown leather traveling boots helped him keep his footing in the terrain he travels.)
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Postby Anthentar » Tue Aug 02, 2005 9:58 pm

People continued to pour into the Cathedral, most in a dazed look as if they had just woken from a restless slumber. They stared about the chamber before resting in a seat or kneeling for prayer. All the while, Martaeus and his fellow knight continued their slow and quiet inqusition to uncover the truth about these strange occurances. After a while, he returned to Ourane, who was seated at the base of the alter.

"This is just too strange," Martaeus said as he approached, "so many dreams, all pointing towards the same place. The same goal, and one for the Goddess Levelmna at that." He let out a deep sigh. "You know I've never been very religious, but soon the priests are going to draw their own conclusions about this and many of the people will likely follow. The King must be informed."

"And what about the dreams?" Ourane asked quietly. "What if they're real and we have to go to that city's aid? What if the Goddess does call for us to go?" Martaeus just stood there and took it all in.

"You believe that this is real, don't you?" he asked calmly

"If you had seen it, you would feel the same," Ourane answered. "But the question remains, what are we to do about it? What does the King command be done?"

"You wait here for a while, and I will find out," Martaeus ordered before turning and signalling his fellow knight. Both men left through the great doors as a few more people poured in. It seemed that the dreamers had taken the hint and now action must be taken. Ourane looked about the room, searching for knowledge among the chaos. And he saw a few faces that seemed to jump out at him. The Lady whom he had spoken to briefly before, and a mercenary of sorts, probably drunk. He continued to scan the crowds for hopeful dreamers.
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