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Devestation of the Damned {GRP}; {P, Emery}
Topic Started: Sun Dec 4, 2011 9:16 am (986 Views)
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Even if Krieger hadn't met Emery he would have decidedly began to dislike this Abbot. The first impression which came to the Paladin was that this man was arrogant, pompous and self-righteous. For whatever reason there may be he seemed to hold a particular and personal grudge against Emery for no Abbot of respectable note would send their own forces to deal with such a matter. They wouldn't be holding prisoners in the first place. The Paladins which covered Chaon were like guards without borders, law-enforcement with their own set laws. And in none could Krieger think of one where a prisoner might be kept so close to a temple, let alone within it. For these sorts of partnerships the Paladins kept close eyes on the matter and Bach had heard no word of a prison near a place called H'Boken.

"Permission to respond truthfully, Lord?" Krieger asked, his odd voice holding a serious tone to it. The archangel nodded and though it may be hidden by his collar, Krieger smiled for just a moment.

"To begin with, I know little about your temple but already know that I prefer the T'Peka Temple in Western Istan. That being said, I will move to point out that I do not make my ruling on any notion that Emery is a normal child. I base my ruling upon the fact that despite clear dark elven lineage she has risked her own life against impossible odds to ensure the continuance of mine. On a second note I will openly state that I find it suspicious that a temple would imprison something as supposedly dangerous as you have mentioned in its own grounds. The Paladin Orders of Chaon are known to provide the proper cage for creatures which prove to be a threat to society." Krieger would pause for a moment, his glass gaze shifting between his three superiors for a moment and, finding no response from them, would continue speaking, "This having been so clearly stated, I move to openly declare that I have already sworn to protecting this child so long as he proves to be non-evil and capable of goodness. Until the day which Emery proves to become a threat I will be to his defense whenever she may require aid. If you wish to capture Emery you have two choices: Wait for her to act up or for me to die."

The Duke of Krieger's own Paladin Order laughed at his Third Templar's speech. There was a reason which he had promoted Bach to such a position and the situation clearly showed why. Krieger was a strong paladin who refused to be pushed around by any creature. He fit in perfectly to the Tenth Order, failing to be subject to politics or submission to anything except his beliefs. The Duke of the Eight Order remained silent and clearly deep in thought on the matter. The Lord of the First Order was much more difficult to read, though.

After a moment, the Tenth Duke would speak up, "Well, my ruling in this matter is clear... What about you two?" He was strong-willed and open-minded to enough. He relied on his own judgement in most matters and this was no exception.

The Eight Duke followed with his own words, "Despite the clear problems I have with this... Emery creature, I rule that it might be left alone until it does something wicked or is impersonated by another creature for some act of ill will. This child will not be subject to any exemption from the laws but will not be hunted by the Eighth Order." His words were well thought out and carefully chosen. The Eight Order were less paladin and more hunters.

"Then it is decided," Came the words of the Lord present, "Emery is free of current hunting by the Paladin Orders... However none who do not believe in its non-hostile nature will be ordered to protect it. Is that clear, Templar Bach?" Krieger nodded quietly, "Then so is the ruling of the Paladin Order." With those words spoken, the three paladin crystals would go dark and return to their box, leaving only the Abbot with Krieger staring intently at him, truly wanting to cave his skull in.
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The Abbot glared back, his glowering bearded face obviously wishing to say more to the order, but a slump of his shoulders suggested he'd face this road before and knew defeat when he faced it. "I understand," he said, his voice hinting that he was barely holding onto calmness. "I realize that I do not have the power to do more than request assistance, which you are free to refuse. It is sad that you've already been ensnared by its disguise, and I thank you for granting us information about its whereabouts, though I'm certain they'll be obsolete before we can act on them. I'm familiar with men and woman who refuse to prepare for the storm they cannot see, such as my predecessor. I, therefore, bid you farewell.

"And, Paladin Krieger Bach," he added, his eyes showing not only hatred but a touch of sadness and pity. "I'll be sure to remind you of this meeting when the storm breaks." The Abbot bowed, and the image faded.
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Far away, in the foothills of the Dragon Spine Mountains, the Abbot straightened and sighed. He'd been down this road far too many times to continue where it dead ended. Too many dismissed his foresight, claimed there was no evidence of danger, that since the snake hasn't bitten in years it would never bite again. Even the paladin that brought that thing here so many years ago and convinced his foolish predecessor, may his soul rest in peace, to house it here said the child shouldn't suffer from the sins of the parent.

"Yet none of them know the dangers as I do," he muttered to himself, rubbing a sore shoulder and leaving the bare stone room that served as a meditation room, a room for drying herbs, and a place to communicate via magic outside the monastery's walls. Old memories, from before he'd come to Imythess, played before his eyes, of a once peaceful country torn to ruins, mother and child laughing at the destruction, the fighting and death and fire, as they left it behind to wreak more havoc elsewhere. The thing was raised in evil, steeped in it, and yet everyone thought the stain could be washed out until its soul was clean or at least acceptably grubby. Very well, he thought. He'd fight on alone, if that's what it took to spare Imythess of his home's fate. He glanced at the striped candle in the next room. It was time for services. He put his worries aside and headed out into the light of the sun. He'd keep his home safe from worry, at least, and he wouldn't accomplish that by being late.
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Unaware of the meeting that was transpiring, Emery walked out of the steaming laundry tent with a freshly laundered cloak, her old robes, and a few other new garments besides in a makeshift knapsack stuffed with preserved foods. The clothes were a bit more tricky to take, but she'd found the dirty pile wasn't as closely watched as the clean ones, and getting her own clothes back was as easy as asking for them. The food was given freely by the scowling man who ran the mess tent, complaining that she was far too thin and needed to eat.

Now dressed and supplied, she reexamined that nagging feeling that told her she should stay and brushed it aside. After all, she'd thanked the man several times, and he'd constantly said it was just his duty to do so. He had his tasks, and she couldn't be certain that everyone here would obey Bach if she insisted on staying any longer. Bach said to leave on a supply cart, but that was just foolishness. They were bulky, took predictable routes, and she could move faster on her own.

So, moving quietly, she slipped past the sentries that were far more concerned with keeping intruders out than ensuring she stayed in, and slipped into the woods, shifting her scent to a musky smell leaving in the mud and fallen leaves of the forest floor the cloven imprints of a deer in flight. She reached a stream, walked a bit upriver, and shifted her prints and scent again to that of a rabbit. She was free of the ruins, of the paladins, and had left with almost as much as she had before the undead rising. Things, overall, had worked in her favor. Now all she needed to do was find a new town to hide in. She'd heard of one that floated in the sky. Perhaps she'd go there next.
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Krieger watched as the final crystal went dim, the image of the abbot vanishing with it. The meeting was over and he could finally let loose something he had held back since the abbot had first appeared.

"Damnit! They're scrying for her!" Krieger roared out as he lifted his heavy warhammer onto his shoulder, his right fingers gripped tightly around its handle. The paladin had seen this done before but never by a monastery. Royalty and prison guards liked to scry for come of their prisoners when they got loose. This situation was clearly no different. If the gemini had been anything other than a prisoner to this abbot then he would have requested aid from the Paladin Orders rather than sending his own forces to apprehend her. Sure they might not be able to hunt her down as quickly as she was being tracked.

Krieger marched from the tent in a bit of rage, repeating the words of the Abbot in his mind, trying to deduce what he could. By the way that the man spoke, Bach could not help but wonder if he had served with the Eighth Order at some time, his sheer hatred not just for Emery but for for those like her. The Eight Order often dealt with shapeshifters and saboteurs, those who could gain the trust of a kingdom and then bring it to ruin.

Despite what the Abbot may think of the paladin, Krieger was one to hold his reservations about even the paladins that he fought beside. Perhaps it was nothing but paranoia, but there was one thing that he knew for sure; Emery was no normal elf, he was an elf that held a troublesome amount of power, power that would surely grow given enough time.

Just because a snake could bite didn't mean that it would bite those that cared for it.

Each young one like Emery was capable of great evil or great good and Krieger wished to make sure that the young one would not have to face the heavy head of the Lucius Arbiter.

Krieger looked through the camp, through where Emery had been staying and found no signs of the young one he had sworn to protect. He asked around for quite a while before he found the paladins who knew what had happened to Emery. The gemini was gone. Perhaps it was for the best if she could keep herself safe. Krieger could only hope that perhaps on Emery's journey that the young one would remember Krieger's actions on this night, that she may pass such aid to those that he found along the way. Krieger had to believe this because there was no time to panic over Emery's departure.

"Take only what you can, leave the tents! We're heading North to Camp Goldenglow!" He called out to the paladins, "We will not be here when the mercenaries meet my brother." Those final words he whispered to himself.

The abbot did not know, how could he? The storm had not even started. And when it did, there wouldn't be many that weren't caught in its wake.
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