Themis
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Post by Themis on Oct 24, 2004 14:32:47 GMT -5
The Gnome passes the many workshops with a smile, and walks on towards where the guards at the gate pointed her: the big church in the city centre. She is alone again... And she has nu idea where she is. But that is inconsequential. She has work to do. She waves her arms around as she heads for the centre, easily identifiable by the tall spire.
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Post by Brightshield on Nov 2, 2004 14:18:30 GMT -5
(The two of them pass into the city proper, ensuring the weapons are peacebonded. They make their way through Pygmalion stopping occasionally to view interesting pieces of work.)
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Post by Elfhame on Jan 3, 2005 9:36:27 GMT -5
A while later, Elfhame is walking along the roads with a new longsword. It's a masterwork weapon, simple and elegant, and light yet still strong. There's a rune of accuracy inscribed on the hilt, something that is tremendously useful, especially for the beginning swordsman. He resists the temptation of swinging the weapon once to test it - doing so will get him arrested. He put it back in it's sheet, a plain normal one.
He wonders where the Church in the slums is. He's never been there before. He dissapears, teleporting to somewhere in the slums instead - he'll find his way from there.
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Themis
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Post by Themis on Feb 6, 2005 16:46:33 GMT -5
STOP LIVING A LIE POWERS WON'T PROTECT YOU
The Gnome smiles at her handiwork and legs it before the guards arrive.
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Aug 3, 2006 22:42:56 GMT -5
"What God," The Athar speaker, a follower of the camp of Miltiades Triphosa, began. "Would allow a single Elf to control so much power as to wipe out your entire species?"
The man was never one of those that you wanted to associate with. Many believed he joined the Athar simply to be Athar. They may not be wrong.
He was a tall man with thin strands of hair mixed in with the occasional strand of wispy darkness that seemed to move of its own accord. His eyes were sunken pits, yellow iris caught in a dark haze. His face resembled a skull, the kind of stretched face that could make children scream. He had the makings of a beard, which only exaggerated his features. His tattered robes stretched around a form that was part human and part... something else. One hand had several fingers draped in claws of deepest black, while others were perfectly human. The other was a rather ugly stump. One leg was a metallic blade, a replacement for a leg apparently. The other had a high boot on it.
"Tell me? What kind of God would do that? Eh? Now tell me this... what kind of parent would let these monsters exist, to further threaten their children? Hey, guess you never knew there are a few Elves here, did you? Huh? Huh? Ha... well, you know now. Let's go find those Elves. We got plenty of statues to hang them from. Come ON! Let's get moving!"
The crowd didn't seem quite swayed yet, but a few seemed enthusiastic about it. The man himself was staring at Toris' shop...
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Post by Toris Saren on Aug 3, 2006 23:24:16 GMT -5
Toris peeks briefly out of one of the smaller third-story windows. He sits down on the floor below the window, his back against the wall, and begins to sketch the Athar from memory with a thin charcoal pencil. He gets as far as the eyes and stops. He looks at the sketch. The sketch stares back.
Toris stands with uncharacteristic haste and drops the sketchbook and charcoal on a table as he exits the room. He continues until he reaches the open walkway surrounding the courtyard, the easy grace of his movements briefly deserting him. His eyes are distant as he stares into the serene garden below.
In the recently vacated room, the slender stick of charcoal, placed upon the sketchbook, which itself lies on the uneven top of the rough-hewn table, succumbs to gravity and begins to slide, ever so slowly, down the open face of the sketchbook. It carves a smooth line down the blank page, screaming under its breath like a sliding fingernail.
It hesistates at the edge of the sketchbook, grasping for a hold, before losing its grip and falling, tracing a spiraling path to the waiting planks below.
It breaks in two upon impact. A tiny black splinter launches inself upward in a futile attempt at flight. It lands a small distance apart from the rest of the charcoal-- a jagged finger pointing accusingly at Toris' unmoving back. A fine black powder rises a few inches into the air--a final shriek-- and slowly settles back down.
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Aug 4, 2006 13:28:53 GMT -5
"I think I know a pointy ear..." The man said quietly. He began to hobble towards the shop, the blade leg coming down hard each time and leaving a lovely gash in the ground.
The crowd was not following him, though. They had already dispersed to deal with their own things.
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Post by Toris Saren on Aug 4, 2006 17:16:48 GMT -5
Toris, meanwhile, has searched the upper rooms and happened upon Devis, painting.
"Go fetch the Guard, Devis. Use the back door by the courtyard."
Devis mumbles an affirmative and hurries off to do as told, abandoning his still dripping painting. Toris pauses to take in the painting before making his way downstairs to the courtyard. He stands in the grass, facing the heavy front door.
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Themis
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Post by Themis on Aug 4, 2006 17:43:14 GMT -5
A small Gnome slowly fights her way through the crowd. She is almost trampled a few times but she manages to dodge out of the way. The little woman is wearing green clerical vestments with pins and badges of the Athar.
"Hey! You! Walking army knife!"
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Aug 4, 2006 18:03:36 GMT -5
The man stops about an inch from the front door to Toris' shop and slowly turns his head to Themis, his sunken eyes looking her over before he grinned at her. "Yes?"
At the back door, Devis finds that there isn't a soul to stop him. It seems the crowds are not in the area. Just an empty alley that led to an empty street.
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Themis
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Post by Themis on Aug 4, 2006 18:36:21 GMT -5
"What do you think you're doing under the flag of the Athar, pal? Last I checked this was not what we do."
The small woman crosses her arms over her chest and taps her foot impatiently.
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Aug 4, 2006 18:45:39 GMT -5
The man shook his head and banged on the door. "Open up." He seems to have dismissed the gnome.
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Themis
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Post by Themis on Aug 4, 2006 18:52:47 GMT -5
Themis coughs pointedly.
"You know, this kind of thing really isn't tolerated. If you continue this disturbing behaviour I will have to retract your membership to our organisation and inform Triphosa."
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Aug 4, 2006 18:55:25 GMT -5
The man looks over at her, amused. The strands of hair that seem to be made from darkness rise of their own accord, pointing at her somewhat menacingly. "Oh please. You can't decide who does and does not join your little fanclub. Go ahead, tell that withered husk. What's he going to do about it? Talk at me with a really stern voice?"
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Themis
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Post by Themis on Aug 4, 2006 19:00:49 GMT -5
"I was thinking about retracting it by sending you to jail, actually." Themis smiles nastily. "But he might find it easier and more effective to just blow you up. Let's go ask him, shall we?"
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