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Post by Sylas Sage on Aug 29, 2014 21:25:10 GMT -6
The young swordsman entered the city of Aster at its northern entrance. His head hung low and his vacant, onyx eyes were fixated on the ground. The dirt path transitioned to the usual laid brick road of the city and the chatter of the marketplace filled Sylas' ears though he didn't hear a word of it. His mind was off in a much more.. gruesome place. The battle at the arena. He considered himself lucky that he made it back home in one piece. Gods know others weren't so lucky... his mind recalled the woman from the battle being flung through the air as if she was trash to be tossed away. Could she even be alive..? He'd like to she was but that distance and the height of her fall, she couldn't possibly.. He shook his head. That woman was nothing to him. The last thing he wanted to do was plague his mind with heavier thoughts.
There was something far more troublesome than all of that lingering in his mind. The death of the Aquavian god, Dym. Sylas had never much cared for the religion of the gods and quite frankly didn't care about any other gods other than his own goddess, Brynne. But there was something extremely troubling about the whole thing. That wasn't just any dead guy. No, that was the head of a GOD, nonchalantly tossed onto the ground. And all in the face of the god Orik and Aquavia's speaker. The audacity of that woman was terribly frightening. He could still hear the roar of the dragon god Orik as it hit the ground with a thud. He could still see the expression on the face of his speaker.. so much pain.. It sent shivers up his spine. Domhan Tir and Aquavia will no doubt be gearing up for war soon and that made it safe to assume that Hryst would also be preparing for what ever horrors can cross the border from the Tir.
The thought of something like that here, in his home, was terrifying. He could see the people, running and dying trying to escape. Woman, children, elderly all falling victim to the giant terror that is Aggression. He could see the young, fragile Etro cowering before the beasts that would spawn from the ground. He could see the Captain leading an attack on the monsters to no avail. And he could see Aaron, drawing his blade in defense of the people.
Oh gods, Aaron. How would he react to the death of one of his deities? Dym wasn't even Sylas' god but the sight of his head rolling on the dirt.... He shook the image out of his head. How would he face him?
Sylas looked up for the first time at the business of the market place. No one seemed to know anything yet. Word must have not gotten out this far from the Tir yet. He hoped with all of his being that Aaron had left Hryst already, and he would not have to greet him with such dreadful news.
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Sept 1, 2014 16:04:05 GMT -6
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE ALWAYS EARNED Aaron walked around the markets of Aster once again. The normal routine. Walking through the crowded streets. But something wasn’t right. There had been a hole in his heart that he couldn’t place for several days now. He’d felt it shortly after the tournament had been supposed to start. He certainly hoped that nothing had happened. He knew Sylas had gone to attend. He hoped the dark haired swordsman was doing well. But that didn’t shake away the feeling. With each passing day, it grew stronger. There were nights now that he found himself unable to sleep. Instead, he let Shy rest as he walked around the city at night. The lack of rest made things worse for his healing. His chest was still bandaged from the fight.
He kept walking before heading into a store. The shopkeep knew him by name now as he came in nearly every day. Always the same routine. He needed to find work. Or something else to keep his mind occupied.
“Good day Mr. Grimior.”
“Good day Hector.”
“Anything you’re looking for specifically today?”
“Not today. I’m just here to look around and see if I can find anything useful.”
“Well, if you need me, just holler.”
Aaron nodded at the man and began looking through the shelves. Metal pieces, some technology, all broken. Not much that he was looking for. If he even knew what he was looking for. He walked out after a few minutes after bidding Hector farewell. As he stepped back out into the crowded streets, he noticed a familiar tuft of dark hair wandering through the people. Sylas was back.
Aaron made his way over to the man. As he neared him, he noticed immediately something was wrong. His face was down and he had injuries that Aaron hadn’t expected. Something had happened at the Rose. And whatever it was definitely didn’t seem to have ended well.
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Post by Sylas Sage on Sept 3, 2014 21:05:58 GMT -6
Sylas walked down the road that cut through the market place with a heavy thoughts. He couldn't shake the images of that terrible happening. Some images made him shudder, while others made him feel hints of rage. Thinking this much should be a sin.. He couldn't really figure what it was that he actually felt at this moment. He wasn't afraid of these new dangers to come. He wasn't angry or upset. He was... confused. It all happened so very quickly. The young man couldn't even process the situation before he was being tossed around by a beast. He all but prayed that he would not have to explain this to his Aquavian brother.
It would seem that Sylas and Fate were not the best of friends, and Sylas' luck was obviously non-existent. Among the many crowds and people walking aimlessly about the market place, Sylas could make out the face of man who he really didn't want to see. It would seem he also saw Sylas. Immediately he dropped his eyes as he dared not meet his gaze and tell an unspoken story he didn't wish him to know just yet. He would let Aaron approach him and do his best to look normal. "Well met, brother." Ill met to say the least. He couldn't keep it from the Aquavian swordsman, and he would much rather tell him himself than have him find out from an unfamiliar mouth. "Listen, Aaron.. there are things I feel you should know." He wouldn't be able to meet the man's gaze. The dreadful image of the godly head rolling was still fresh in his mind. Gruesome. So gruesome that the mere thought made him cringe, visibly so, probably alerting Aaron. Too late to turn back.
"The tournament.." He stopped himself and looked Aaron in the eye. This was frustrating and not easy to get out. The swordsman sighed and ran a hand through his obsidian locks. "Oy... I need a drink.."
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Sept 19, 2014 9:10:36 GMT -6
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE ALWAYS EARNED As he made his way to the dark haired swordsman, Aaron noticed several things. Sylas’ gaze was low, his shoulders were slumped, his head hung slightly. Aaron heard his greeting but the words had little meaning. Something was wrong, very wrong. “Hello.” His own greeting sounded hollow to him. He watched the man in front of him. Aaron could feel a coldness spreading through his chest slowly as Sylas mentioned needing to tell him things. He watched the man shudder and say he needed a drink. Finally getting a glimpse of his eyes, Aaron could see they were dull and there was a darkness behind them that he hadn’t seen before.
He nodded a bit and turned with Sylas toward the nearest bar. It wasn’t the most cleanest of places but it was close. The inside smelled of alcohol and smoke. The lights were dim compared to the brightness of the morning outside. He walked up to the bar and let Sylas order a drink. He ordered just a small ale. He watched Sylas drink. He sipped his slowly. The coldness in his chest hadn’t dissipated. Something had happened at the tournament. Sylas was the first one to return though he had heard rumors of the captain of the guard coming home sooner after being injured.
He turned toward the bar and stared into his drink. His mind raced going through the possibilities of the tournament. The tournament was meant to be a celebration for Orik. Combatants could not kill one another. But with Sylas’ reaction, something had gone terribly wrong. And that wasn’t something that sat right with Aaron. There was still that hole in his heart but until he knew for sure about Sylas, he would leave it be.
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Post by Sylas Sage on Oct 20, 2014 9:58:46 GMT -6
Sylas lethargically sipped at his ale, the effect it gave him was underwhelming, it would not help him spit the awful truth. With a deep breath and his hands running through his black as night hair, he turned to face Aaron. He must speak to the man as a man so he mustered up what little mental stability he had left and looked directly into the Aquavian swordsman's eyes. "The tournament ended in tragedy." The word 'tragedy' was sugar-coating it. It was a massacre, an awful happening. He sipped at his ale. "The tournament was going forward as it should have been, i was too late to register so i sat at the sidelines. The two combatants fought and the battle was neck and neck. But the great god Orik saw something others did not identify and grew outraged. An Aquavian warrior had used technology inside his borders." This was not what Aaron needed to hear, but at the moment Sylas tried to speak about everything at the event in hopes he would pick up some momentum in his speech and would not falter at the gruesome parts.
"Things took a turn for the worse.." His eyes aimed low, "The sky darkened and a giant beast to bring Hell's reckoning appeared. It stood taller than any man or god and was malevolent and pernicious in nature, it tore the stadium to pieces.." He knew he was leaving out the part about Septem and her horrendous entrance, he would save it until his mustered the strength to speak about it. "People were crushed and trampled as pillars fell from the sky, i took it upon myself to save as many as i could, but could only really save one, the captain of the guard. Eventually when all evacuated the stands i leaped into combat on the battlefield, along with several other warriors from the tournament."
The young man took a big swig of his alcohol and savored the taste, hoping to mask the bitterness that would come with what he was going to say. "Creatures spawned from the ground, each terrifying in their own right, we took up arms against them. Orik took the form of a mighty beast and your speaker, also joined the fray, we managed to fight off the beasts and push the enemy and aggression back.."
There was a finality in his voice, almost as if he did not want to mention the part about Septem at all. The aquavian looked frightened at his request to speak and he knew all of this information was useless without the truth. He deserved to know. "... There was a great evil behind this attack.. one who called herself Septem. She was the one that started this gruesome battle by shattering the hearts of the gods and the people of Aquavia." Sylas' heart became heavy as he could feel much emotion building in him. He swallowed the knot in his throat and looked the aquavian swordsman dead in the eye. " Aaron, the great god Dym... is dead."
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Nov 4, 2014 16:58:02 GMT -6
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE ALWAYS EARNED The dark haired swordsman began drinking his ale. As he began his tale, Aaron continued to sip his own ale. Creatures appearing from thin air? Hundreds of deaths? The Rose of Orik was meant to be a place of sanctuary. A peaceful area welcome to all. And it had been desecrated and destroyed. What sort of creature would do that? How could they do that? Aaron ran through his mind attempting to make sense of it. His drink left unattended as he stared at Sylas. He kept speaking about fighting gruesome creatures and even the great god Orik himself fighting against these beings. Why would a god fight? How terrible could something be that even a god fought against it?
Sylas mentioned Aquavia’s speaker. This was another puzzle piece missing the rest of the puzzle. Why would she have been there? Generally only Orik watched the tournaments. The other gods usually weren’t present. Or at least that’s how Aaron understood it. Why was she there if Dym wasn’t? More thoughts raced through Aaron’s mind before Sylas mentioned Septim. But it wasn’t necessarily the mention of her that got Aaron’s attention, it was the mentioning of shattering the hearts of Aquavians. “Sylas, what do you mean by that?”
Aaron wasn’t sure if he wanted the answer but Sylas provided it anyway. Their eyes locked as Sylas gave the final piece to the puzzle.
“Aaron, the great god Dym… is dead.”
As the words went through Aaron’s head, he didn’t understand them. He couldn’t understand them. Gods do not die. It wasn’t possible. His head shook slightly as he tried understanding. He kept denying it. There was no way it was possible. “Gods don’t die.” He looked away from Sylas around the bar. Looking yet seeing nothing. There was nothing for him to see. The hole in his heart now had a name. Even as he denied it, his heart told him it was true. His eyes turned back to his drink. His hands shook slightly as he brought it to his lips. He downed the rest of its contents and put the cup down.
“How… did it happen?”
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