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Post by The Foe-Bane on Feb 16, 2009 21:19:32 GMT -5
A figure in red walked through the streets, the colors of his robe attracting attention, that and the booming voice that sang out "Pies lesu domine, Dona Eis Requiem" in tune with his singing a makeshift staff hit the ground. The staff was made from black iron with a smaller bar wrapped about the top, making a vague shape of a cross, a brass gear attached to the cross, the look of an aura around the cross was given.
His hood had been pulled down, the weather worn and aged face was exposed to the crowds as he was surely to draw some looks from the crowds of people going about their days. His dark eyes scanned about the people, seeing into their eyes and trying to find a soul to be saved. In his right hand he held a leather book, open in the palm he only glanced down as he came to a fountain and stood next to it, undoing the stack of books across his back and sat it next to the fountain, pulling the two skulls from his belt and placed them upon the stacks of in the fashion of a grim alter.
Rapping the staff against street, the brass gear catching the light "Brothers and Sisters! Children of our lord!" he called out powerfully and stood with his chest puffed up "I come to thee bringing salvation and hope for your lives eternal! Gather 'round unto me so I may speak the truth, save you from the lies these deceivers who've become false idols." He said firmly, a small wave of hesitation and fear ran down his spine as he felt the eyes of the people on him, and maybe the eyes of an unwanted audience.
For the moment people stared at him, a few curious faces rose up and took notice as he gave an extended pause "Come forth my Brothers and Sisters, come unto this Theater of Salvation, so your souls maybe saved!" he said with more conviction and let it build it with each passing moment.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 18, 2009 12:36:12 GMT -5
What appears to be an enormous man in a worn leather cloak strides firmly down the street, his hood obscuring his face from any passerbys. He stops. Up ahead a crowd appears to be gathering around a fountain. A man looks to be reading from a text, talking loudly. Walking to the back of the crowd, Tirenius can hear him more clearly now. His master surely would not like this...but something in the man's words stirred something within the Forsaken. Just this once, he would listen to his heart and not his mind. Just this once.
Tirenius moves toward the front of the crowd, pushing citizens aside firmly yet not impolitely. Fearful glances follow him, and a child begins to cry somewhere behind him. A long path has been cleared out behind him straight down the middle of the throng of people and he stands before the man.
"Preacher! A word with thou, I pray."
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Post by The Foe-Bane on Feb 20, 2009 0:34:16 GMT -5
"And your souls...suffer not in His garden, in your lives eternal my Brothers and Sisters!" He went on, his voice drew eyes and a few awes in the crowd as the large man approached, taking in a deep breath. "Good Brother may you speak before me then, whatever you have to say, please to say it" he said, feeling a twinge in the back of his neck, that cold shiver of fear filling him as he stood on the fountain, keeping at almost eye level with the man, as be he could that is.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 20, 2009 11:07:47 GMT -5
"I do not wish to alarm you," Tirenieus replies, his voice low yet still heard clearly. "But my masters would not take kindly to one such as yourself saying such things to these people...normally I would have to end your life, but I do not wish to kill someone with such belief and hope. I plead of you to take your speeches somewhere else, afore more of my kin arrive..."
He looks up briefly into the Father's eyes, only his green piercing eyes staring out at him.
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Post by The Foe-Bane on Feb 21, 2009 11:43:22 GMT -5
"Alarm? Master? I fear nothing. I have the good grace of my god behind me. Even as the Romans themselves oppressed the first Children of God Ages ago, we shall prevail. Come Brother, worry not if I am to go somewhere else, where may I go? I am new to this city" he smiled warmly at the cloaked man, placing his left hand on the forehead and made the sign of the cross "Be blessed, in the name of the lord go on your way with a lightened heart. I absolve you of yours sins."
As he did that action a small group of people looked to each other, whispering at his action, Father Quidovious didn't know who the man was, but he seemed to be a good man. An older man approached, a curious look on his face "Sir...I know of a place you may rest." "Oh thank you brother, we'll talk after my talk. And please, call me Father, Father Quidovious" he he said with a heart voice as he turned to the scroungy man and approached him much the way he approached the tall man.
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Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2009 11:51:19 GMT -5
The undeniable voice that was Desire's suddenly echoed in Tirenius's mind. An order. For having seen this unusual priest who defied Guardians, Tirenius has 'sealed' his fate. But the order is a subtle one. "Do not let him or any other realize that you are Forsaken. Watch him for now--do not let him out of your sight until I tell you otherwise."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 21, 2009 11:52:45 GMT -5
"Please," Tirenius persisted "I beg of you, sir, take your kind words elsewhere. Foul magicks haunt this place, and one such as yourself who apposes those magicks will be disposed of and made an example of. If you value your life you will heed my words. I am one such effected by these dark spells. I am bound to a being known as a Guardian, forced to do their bidding and keep to their word."
The Forsaken places a hand on Quidovius's shoulder.
"I understand that you only wish to spread good tidings. I think it would be wise of you to learn a few things about the city before you go about your activities..."
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Post by The Foe-Bane on Mar 2, 2009 21:21:19 GMT -5
He stood there in silence, what seemed like ages had gone by as he looked up "Foul Magic? Ha, I fear no such thing my son. I am a bearer of His word and thus, I receive divine intervention if you would," he chuckled softly and looked around the people, his heart raced and he turned to the people, a few who stayed and admired him, took in by what he had offered them. "List my son, if you are under such spell...then I must ask you to stay behind. Be blessed and may He, our Lord and Savior watch over you."
Quidovious went about gathering his things, pulling his books back into their stack and strapped them snuggly together "I must go now, see if I can't go and bear his word to more people..." as he moved around Tirenius would see the sword strapped to his waist, curious as it was why would he have a sword on him?
(sorry for not posting, life came up)
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