| Board | Roleplay.old [context] |
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| Sender | Weld |
| Date | Tue Mar 15 19:45:13 2016 |
| To | all |
| Subject | A page from the journal of Duiker |
| I was sleeping in my cabin outside of Bastion, having returned after another successful adventure when I heard the pitter-patter of feet, as if a child were running up and down my hallway. As I got up to investigate the lanterns and fireplace in my room flared to life and there was Rimbol sitting above my floor. I say "above" because he although his legs were crossed under him, he was floating a good meter above my floor. "The new Immortals have gone too far Duiker," Rimbol said. "Get out," I responded. Rimbol smiled and said, "Duiker, your adventures are known throughout this land. We need you to become Ascendant and fight those who would upset the balance in the Pantheon." This time I said nothing. Rimbol sighed and did his disappearing act again. Two nights later, asleep again, I was awoken by a deep, booming voice. Standing in my room, was a tall, simply dressed man, who I knew to be Smote from the friezes in his temple. I had never met him, and was humbled that he would visit me. "What is it with you Elders? Can't you let a man sleep?" I asked. Humbled, but still angry to have been woken up in the middle of the night. Smote smiled, and asked me to become Ascendant, just as Rimbol had. "Why would I want to become like Rimbol or Mephiston? "That power is long gone, used up. And good riddance, for it caused the breaking. What you will become is not an Elder God, but instead an Ascendant Warrior, a champion for the Elders," Smote answered. Smote laid out his case honestly, and if I had reservations about helping Rimbol, well, Smote seemed to be an Elder I could trust, that I could follow. He spent the night telling me what I was to do to enter his service as an Ascendant Warrior. I decided then I could not let the new Immortals choke the life from the Elders, not if it meant losing one like Smote, the creator of this island and the magic on in. In the morning, after he had left, I set out for his temple in the mountains. |
