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Lots of weirdness going on in my life right now. The good kind, though. Definitely the good kind.
Ugh, I hate when that happens. Yeah, its probably best to edit to fit with the other post.
Link turned lighter-skinned when he put on the ring :P
Also...shit just got real. Really real.
Also...shit just got real. Really real.
Gaios was surprised when no heretics came across the bridge. It was...a trade caravan? How...strange. There was no way this wasn't related to their quest, and both he and General Onyx seemed to be convinced of that. His suspicions were confirmed when Onyx ordered him to inspect the caravan's last cart again. Onyx had smelled them on the wind. That meant that they were there. But now he couldn't smell them, and suddenly this trade caravan with only a few passengers appeared? Impossible. Reports had pegged Sophos Ailred as a powerful mage of Space and Time magic. It was certainly possible that some illusion was at work here. Onyx likely knew this, and knowing Gaios's...knowledge of Sophos, sent him to search for any signs of his magic at work.
So search he would. He calmly walked to the final cart, peering inside at it's inhabitants, looking each one over slowly.
Sophos was only more impressed when Demoko explained the rings to him in further detail. "That's amazing, Demoko...simply amazing!" As they crossed the bridge, Sophos was confident that this plan would work. He couldn't think of a better plan. The thought that Gaios...the son of his late wife...was among their pursuers hurt him, but he would have to give up on making peace with him. There was simply too much at stake to reveal himself, and thus the others, to make up with a man who had no actual relation to him. As the first soldier inspected the group, Sophos smiled warmly and bowed gently to him, silently praying for the Templars to just let them pass. Once the cart started to move again, he breathed a sigh of relief, only to gasp when they stopped once more, and none other than the figure he'd seen in the Mask Salesman's torments looked into the cart.
Gaios carefully looked over each man, woman and child in the cart, inspecting them for anything that could identify them as one of the heretics. He could see nothing on any of them, until he turned to the last man, who appeared to be middle-aged. His face was wrinkled, and his hair was dark, but had patches of small white bits, as if somebody had glued salt to his hair. When he met the man's eyes, his own widened in shock, then his brow furrowed and he sighed. Drawing his sword, he called to Onyx, resignation in his voice. "Sir...I think I've found something. I...I can't be sure."
No. No, this wasn't happening. Gaios was turning them in. He'd seen through the disguise somehow. What sort of power did he have to detect him, even through Demoko's paradox ring? It must have been something bestowed upon him by Father Thallus. That made the most sense. As Gaios called to Onyx, Sophos clambered forward, whispering to the Templar nervously. "Please, sir, your compatriot already checked on us...we're only a group of travelers looking to make our way through Hyrule to Labyranna."
That voice. What was it about that voice that seemed familiar to him? A scene flashed through his mind- a bar. It wasn't long before, in Castle Town, when this chase had started. It was him. One of the heretics who had escaped from a bar in Castle Town through a portal. He'd heard some of their voices when they escaped, but only one stayed with him. He'd found Sophos. Found him finally. Leaning his head in as Onyx approached, Gaios shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, Sophos...but General Onyx is nearly here. Your fate...your fate is sealed...I just wanted to help the people, so why did you become my enemy?!"
Sophos reeled back in shock when Gaios identified him, then sighed as the Templar accused him. "Then our goal is the same. Your Father Thallus seeks to plunge the world into ruin! I don't know all the details, my mind is so far gone sometimes, but you cannot trust him! Please, your mother...your mother wouldn't want this. She wouldn't want us to fight and kill each other. She was never devout to the Goddesses, but she shared my faith in them. Gaios...please, give this up. You don't have to help us, but just get Onyx away from here."
Gaios stopped when Sophos brought up his mother. Right, she was his wife once...he could barely breathe. "I...he's already almost here....he...I can't. I can't do this." Turning to Onyx, Gaios's voice started to falter. "G-G-G-General...t-there's nobody...nobody of suspicion. I....I was wrong" Bowing deeply at the waist and falling to his knee, Gaios had to stop himself from crying in frustration. "The other soldier was right. These are simple travelers. We need not bother them any more." He could only hope the General would accept his betrayal. If not, this would be the fight of his life.
So search he would. He calmly walked to the final cart, peering inside at it's inhabitants, looking each one over slowly.
Sophos was only more impressed when Demoko explained the rings to him in further detail. "That's amazing, Demoko...simply amazing!" As they crossed the bridge, Sophos was confident that this plan would work. He couldn't think of a better plan. The thought that Gaios...the son of his late wife...was among their pursuers hurt him, but he would have to give up on making peace with him. There was simply too much at stake to reveal himself, and thus the others, to make up with a man who had no actual relation to him. As the first soldier inspected the group, Sophos smiled warmly and bowed gently to him, silently praying for the Templars to just let them pass. Once the cart started to move again, he breathed a sigh of relief, only to gasp when they stopped once more, and none other than the figure he'd seen in the Mask Salesman's torments looked into the cart.
Gaios carefully looked over each man, woman and child in the cart, inspecting them for anything that could identify them as one of the heretics. He could see nothing on any of them, until he turned to the last man, who appeared to be middle-aged. His face was wrinkled, and his hair was dark, but had patches of small white bits, as if somebody had glued salt to his hair. When he met the man's eyes, his own widened in shock, then his brow furrowed and he sighed. Drawing his sword, he called to Onyx, resignation in his voice. "Sir...I think I've found something. I...I can't be sure."
No. No, this wasn't happening. Gaios was turning them in. He'd seen through the disguise somehow. What sort of power did he have to detect him, even through Demoko's paradox ring? It must have been something bestowed upon him by Father Thallus. That made the most sense. As Gaios called to Onyx, Sophos clambered forward, whispering to the Templar nervously. "Please, sir, your compatriot already checked on us...we're only a group of travelers looking to make our way through Hyrule to Labyranna."
That voice. What was it about that voice that seemed familiar to him? A scene flashed through his mind- a bar. It wasn't long before, in Castle Town, when this chase had started. It was him. One of the heretics who had escaped from a bar in Castle Town through a portal. He'd heard some of their voices when they escaped, but only one stayed with him. He'd found Sophos. Found him finally. Leaning his head in as Onyx approached, Gaios shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, Sophos...but General Onyx is nearly here. Your fate...your fate is sealed...I just wanted to help the people, so why did you become my enemy?!"
Sophos reeled back in shock when Gaios identified him, then sighed as the Templar accused him. "Then our goal is the same. Your Father Thallus seeks to plunge the world into ruin! I don't know all the details, my mind is so far gone sometimes, but you cannot trust him! Please, your mother...your mother wouldn't want this. She wouldn't want us to fight and kill each other. She was never devout to the Goddesses, but she shared my faith in them. Gaios...please, give this up. You don't have to help us, but just get Onyx away from here."
Gaios stopped when Sophos brought up his mother. Right, she was his wife once...he could barely breathe. "I...he's already almost here....he...I can't. I can't do this." Turning to Onyx, Gaios's voice started to falter. "G-G-G-General...t-there's nobody...nobody of suspicion. I....I was wrong" Bowing deeply at the waist and falling to his knee, Gaios had to stop himself from crying in frustration. "The other soldier was right. These are simple travelers. We need not bother them any more." He could only hope the General would accept his betrayal. If not, this would be the fight of his life.
Posted a posty post. Palesean is pissed. Potato.
A column of city guards barreled down the streets, with soldiers carrying various weapons branching off to move down side streets. Palesean was at the lead, his massive shield, Bulwark, strapped to his back and his sword, Soulreaper, in its scabbard on his belt. The muscular, yet short, man was barking orders to the armored knights as they moved forward, calling out names and ordering them down streets to catch the dastard responsible for a murder in the middle of this fair city. This was an insult to the guard, an insult to Zenith, and an insult to Palesean that such a heinous crime had occurred under his watch. He'd already been out the door when the sentry delivered the news to him at the barracks. "You four, with the halberds, make for the south exit and block it off! The bastard is using a powerful etra! Don't let him escape!"
Every step brought him closer to the crime scene and the commotion surrounding it. Everybody involved would have to be arrested for questioning, especially the girl who some civilians were claiming was a co-conspirator. How anybody could be so rash as to commit murder in broad daylight, the Lieutenant would never understand. As he approached the scene of the crime, Palesean ordered his men to surround the area, before they made their grand debut. Nobody else was going to escape their grips. To ensure this, he had three guards stationed at each potential exit. Even if the likely exaggerated reports were false and this man had acted alone, there were certainly witnesses to be detained and interrogated. Murder was among the highest and most grave crimes a person could commit. Justice would be served.
Finally, the guard contingent arrived at the scene of the crime. Obviously, they were too late. The men who had been stationed here originally would likely suffer the unfortunate fate of a professional inquiry for allowing a murderer to escape in front of their eyes. For now, there were plenty of witnesses to deal with. Stepping forward and drawing their weapons, the guards made their presence obvious, Palesean shouting orders. "By order of the guard, all of you, stay where you are! A murderer has escaped, and witnesses would claim one of you as an accomplice! Retreat, or any attempt to escape, shall be met with force! If you come with us willingly, we will abstain from harming you! I wish only to know what happened here and how a lowly murderer escaped my guards!" He was angry, and it was obvious. But he wasn't going to let that get in the way of figuring out what had happened here.
Every step brought him closer to the crime scene and the commotion surrounding it. Everybody involved would have to be arrested for questioning, especially the girl who some civilians were claiming was a co-conspirator. How anybody could be so rash as to commit murder in broad daylight, the Lieutenant would never understand. As he approached the scene of the crime, Palesean ordered his men to surround the area, before they made their grand debut. Nobody else was going to escape their grips. To ensure this, he had three guards stationed at each potential exit. Even if the likely exaggerated reports were false and this man had acted alone, there were certainly witnesses to be detained and interrogated. Murder was among the highest and most grave crimes a person could commit. Justice would be served.
Finally, the guard contingent arrived at the scene of the crime. Obviously, they were too late. The men who had been stationed here originally would likely suffer the unfortunate fate of a professional inquiry for allowing a murderer to escape in front of their eyes. For now, there were plenty of witnesses to deal with. Stepping forward and drawing their weapons, the guards made their presence obvious, Palesean shouting orders. "By order of the guard, all of you, stay where you are! A murderer has escaped, and witnesses would claim one of you as an accomplice! Retreat, or any attempt to escape, shall be met with force! If you come with us willingly, we will abstain from harming you! I wish only to know what happened here and how a lowly murderer escaped my guards!" He was angry, and it was obvious. But he wasn't going to let that get in the way of figuring out what had happened here.
Also...could I pwetty pwease get a plot summary?
Thank you, gawd :P
YES! Go look at the danged thread!
I'd talk to you if you accepted/rejected my character in the OTHER RP.
Gawd.
Gawd.
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