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Post by Dave on Jul 10, 2008 1:20:52 GMT -5
At mention of 'First Weaver', Paar speaks, "Your former titles have little meaning here. Any who held rank in service to our Lord no longer do. You are His exarchs, foremost and only. Others will fill positions you have left."
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Post by Kiirnodel on Jul 10, 2008 1:42:22 GMT -5
Taking Cue from the others Helbi goes ahead and introduces herself.
"I suppose I wouldn't want to go unknown amongst my comrades, I am Helbi d'Cannith." She gives a small curtsy as part of her modest introduction.
The creature resting on her shoulder perks up a bit. Purring softly as she reaches up to scratch its chin. "This is Taela, and I am sure you will meet my other children when the time is appropriate. Kalem should be around somewhere as well, he is my ..guardian, we have an understanding." Helbi pauses momentarily, seemingly unsure of what to call her companion.
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Post by phulishone on Jul 10, 2008 9:44:21 GMT -5
"Thirteen. Lieutenant Etch would laugh. Really glad he taught me to count, or I'd need my toes." The odd remark comes from the even odder orc-ish fellow standing at the space for XIII. Busily changing out his old scabbard for the new one, the half-orc half-elan creature known as Twoerc grins to himself, before clearing his throat.
Snapping off what starts as a lazy salute at Paar until it becomes near perfect, Twoerc lets it slide and turns to face the rest of the room. "Hoih. I am Exarch XIII, the only Half-Erc in known existence, Twoerc. Call me a Half-Erc at your own risk. I tolerate it lightly. Call me friend or brother at your leisure. I welcome it greatly. My family is my platoon, and my father is our master."
"If you ever need a favor... bring an apple. I like apples."
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Post by Nate on Jul 10, 2008 18:09:36 GMT -5
After securing the bag to his belt, Sarock watches each person as they speak and introduce themselves. When there is a pause in the introductions he says, "I am Sarock."
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Post by Dave on Jul 11, 2008 0:05:10 GMT -5
Paar nods, "A simple introduction is welcome, if that is all you wish to give. However," he gestures horizontally, including everyone, "this will now be your family. You would be wise to not shut them out." He looks as if he is about to go on, when the door behind him opens.
In walks a human-looking man standing nearly seven feet tall, wearing intricately crafted plate mail. His voice booms as he speaks, "Welcome here, and well met. I am glad to see you all made it. I am the First, and our father comes short after me." The man walks to the dais marked "I" and stands confidently upon it. Trailing in behind him come several others, of various dress and look, but before you have a chance to inspect any of them a monstrous form blocks the doorway.
A massive creature, what can only be the Dragon Lord Atarvalkkan walks into the room. There is much about him that stands out, even from other dragons. Most importantly, he walks upright, as a humanoid would do. He seems at ease with this, and walks as though he is accustomed to it. None of you have ever seen another dragon do this for more than a few moments, at most. Secondly: the armor. His huge, scaled body is covered in metallic plating, reaching from where cuffs would be on clothing, to the base of his neck. The plates are made in such an expert fashion that one cannot tell where one ends and the next begins. For that matter, you cannot tell the individual size of any of the plates.
As your Master enters the room, he moves to stand in the center of the circle. When he speaks, the tone is commanding, yet calm. He speaks no louder than if he were a man standing beside you, yet the volume is the same to your ears. As he speaks, he circles, looking at each of you in turn. "You stand here before me today as new Apostles to my cause. Before you leave this room, a baptism will occur. A baptism by fire. When you leave, you leave as my children, this is not something that will be removed. Bear that in mind, and represent me as you would have me provide for you. All of my followers shall do as they may for you, but you shall do all that you can for me and those who serve me. Now I leave you in the hands of your elders; do as they say, for they know my will." As he finishes, his wings spread, and he takes to the air. Turning down toward you, his jaws fill with a green flame, and a wave of heat passes over the circle in its entirety. When it passes, the Great Dragon is gone.
The First speaks again, "You may take up your offerings again, they have been changed. Go and establish yourselves within this Citadel, if you have not already done so. The smiths in the city will be more than willing to re-forge any equipment you may need, in their own style. They tend to be jealous, so only entreat one of them, if you wish to be shown good will." After speaking, he falls silent, and you realize that the circle is gone, with only the seven of you, along with Paar and the First remaining in the room.
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Post by Kiirnodel on Jul 11, 2008 0:16:20 GMT -5
The woman Helbi strides across the room and retrieves her offering, an intricately carved wooden box. She then walks back directly to Paar and begins to speak with him in a hushed tone.
After a short conversation, Helbi bows her head and curtsies, then returns to where her marker once was. She holds her box to her chest and seems to be lost in thought.
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Post by Nate on Jul 11, 2008 0:33:25 GMT -5
Sarock takes up his offering without showing any signs of disrespect to Paar or The First. "I'm not shutting anyone out. I believe actions speak louder than words and soon enough my new family will see me speaking very loudly." As he says the last part he grips the fine sword strapped to his back. He gently closes his eyes with ecstasy and has the look as if he is embracing a woman. He quickly lets go and the expression fades. "If anyone wants to know anything about me, let him ask. I have nothing to hide."
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Post by sqens on Jul 11, 2008 1:23:11 GMT -5
Ratel thinks for a moment, raises the black mask to his face, then returns it to the bag. "That's good." He ties the pouch to his robe, then walks up to the giant sphere, shrinks it, and places it carefully away. Surveying the room one more time, he adds, "I'm sure we'll get along like real brothers," pausing just slightly longer as he passes over Arcades. Ratel is wearing a genuine smile*.
*[Those who have seen him around the Citadel know this to be an uncommon occurrence]
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Jul 11, 2008 1:26:46 GMT -5
Arcades stares in the direction the dragon lord had once been in, seemingly in rapt awe of the magnificent armor it wore and the commanding posture it maintained effortlessly. He mutters aloud in a voice one would normally assume was filled with admiration, but instead comes out flat and monotone thanks to his armor's twisting effect: "That is a lord fit to serve..."
After a moment he breaks off his stare and retrieves his gauntlets, fastening them back around his hands without bothering to look them over, trusting his new lord implicitly and acknowledging that their effects will aid him still all the same. "Sarock, I trust any questions I ask now will only be trifles compared to seeing you in action, as such I respect your choice of both words and action." Arcades turns, straightens the immense axe on his back and says to Paar: "We'll be contacted when we are needed for specific assignments I assume?" He reflects for a moment and adds: "I assume the smiths will be able to easily demonstrate and show their specialties as well yes?"
When answered, Arcades salutes with one fist on the breastplate of his armor and a slight bow and turns to leave and investigate his new home and acquaint himself with his new 'people' perhaps being able to put his skills to use as a Judge long before even undertaking an official mission or assignment.
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Post by phulishone on Jul 11, 2008 8:57:02 GMT -5
Twoerc goes and retrieves an odd looking handle, which suddenly comes alive in his hands as sand shifts from nowhere to be in the room, making a whip. "Hoih. Glad I got this back. It's my left arm. But I'd cut off both if He asked me to."
Putting the whip away, Twoerc saunters over to the First and snaps off a salute, holding it this time a while longer before dropping it. "Brother First, if I may ask, is there a name we can call you by?"
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Post by Dave on Jul 11, 2008 9:08:14 GMT -5
"You may call me First, or One. That is enough." Although it would seem the man might be making a joke of some sort, you couldn't tell by his face or expression.
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Post by phulishone on Jul 11, 2008 10:04:28 GMT -5
"As you say, First." Twoerc pulls on one of the short tusks coming from his mouth; a thoughtful gesture. "I suppose I'll have a look around now."
With a slight inclination of his head to both First, and then to Second, Twoerc heads out of the room, intent on finding a smith that can add his new Exarch number to his armor.
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Post by Kiirnodel on Jul 11, 2008 13:14:42 GMT -5
At the mention of looking around, Helbi perks up from her thoughts, something seems to have sparked her interest.
"You spoke of reforging, First, what did you mean? you have doubt of our equipment? Or is there some special service the smiths of these halls serve specially to the Exarchs?"
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Post by Dave on Jul 11, 2008 13:16:58 GMT -5
Paar replies, "Well these are the finest smiths around. For their exarchs they should be happy to re-make any of your equipment with whatever advanced techniques they may have. I would ask them what they can do first, though, so you'll get something to be happy with." He seems to think for a moment, and follows up, "They do each have their own style, so it would be best to ask around first."
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Post by phulishone on Jul 11, 2008 13:21:18 GMT -5
Twoerc walks around, looking at the Citadel some more. Stopping, he peers at the people passing by, and grabbing one that doesn't look too busy nor too decorated, pulls them to their feet and yells at them, "You! Name, Rank, and Current Task!"
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