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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>It is warm and breezy in the Easbank Forest, and the clearing that hosts the small shrine to Shaila, Kendrac, and Adrestia is quiet and picturesque.<br> <br>"Right this way," Fenris says, leading a pair of other beings along the little trail that trickles into the clearing, "You honestly could have found it on your own, but I like the walk."<br> <br>"Mmn, well, I was already on my way here, honestly," Kris offers up in a chipper tone. The shark's gaze combs over the semi-familiar landscape, having come across it several times in the past, and he murmurs in that feminine lilt, "just happened across the pair of you on my way. And, company is always appreciated on such a wonderful day, right?" The shark's beaming smile shows quite a bit of teeth.<br> <br>"I'm okay with a little bit of wandering," Cirrus points out, trailing behind Fenris. She had come here for the express purpose of exploring, after all. The forest was rather beautiful, if mildly dangerous, which explains the armor and the claymore, but she had figured that a party of three was less likely to draw the dangerous sort of attention than a party of one. Or, at least, more likely to not die from said attention. "Thank you, though, Fenris."<br> <br>Fenris is not, apparently equipped for battle. Instead, he is equipped for lunch! The big tiger is carrying a heavy, wicker basket and sets up at the edge of the clearing. "Well," he says, "either way, there is the shrine. Why was it you wanted to come out here, anyway?"<br> <br>Stifling a bit of a giggle, the shark seems fairly confident, winking back over at the leopard, "Oh, it can't be that bad, can it? I mean, there are far worse places with far worse denizens than here. It's usually quite pleasant, around about here, but, then, calling on the spirits..." He puffs out his cheeks a bit, a slight tinge of apprehension, "well, I certainly won't shy away from able company." Sporting his battle skirt and the light, hide-like armor that gloves him in a comely manner, Kris seems to make sure they can move swiftly, a slender blade, curved and ready, at his hip and rugged, tooled gloves with accented knuckles..<br> <br>"It goes both ways! But, it's good to be prepared, I suppose." Cirrus says with a bit of a shrug, but motions to Fenris, anyways. "For example, he came prepared for lunch! Arguably as important as a sword." She smiles and nods sagely. Food was always welcome. "And, Fenris, I was just out here to take a peek at the shrine. I've heard things about it, but. Haven't made many trips out."<br> <br>"It's interesting," Fenris says, nodding at the shrine as he unpacks a blanket and sprawls out, "And if you are planning on calling on a Spirit, well, I doubt you could ask for a better spot! Don't mind me." There is something comical about the juxtaposition of Fenris laying out fruit and sandwiches beside the quiet elegance of the shrine and a strange air of expectation in the clearing, though it does not seem to bother the tiger in the least.<br> <br>Giving a casual nod over towards the tiger when Fenris sets up his picnic, Kris glances over to Cirrus, "Are you certain about this? I know I am. I've been meaning to visit the shrine here for more than a week and some, now." He lets out a breathy sigh in the wake of a deep inhalation of the forest's earthy scent before starting towards the shrine itself and specifically towards the statue that stands of Kendrac, "to fight the corruption, to cleanse those who've fallen to its sway... a pact with him will aid the greatest."<br> <br>Cirrus shrugs again at Kris, instead sitting down across from Fenris on the blanket to snatch up an apple. "Are you sure? I've been hearing lots of negative things about spirits, lately. Perhaps Ken-... er, that one, will be different, but I can't say. I've never met them."<br> <br>Fenris watches Kris with interest as he makes his way to the altar itself and the crude depiction of a stag headed being. His eyes are drawn to Cirrus when the leopard settles down on the blanket by him. "If you want to meet the Warrior, I wouldn't plop down here by me!" he says, "Guy is big on respect and ceremony."<br> <br>"One can have no doubts about their convictions, "Kris says over his shoulder with a light smile before stooping in a bow before the statue. Taking a knee, he lids his eyes shut, taking to a moment of silent contemplation before whispering, "Oh spirit Kendrac, the strong protector of his brethren, warrior against the corruption, cleanser of tainted hearts... I humbly wish to offer my services, my strength, and my stalwart heart to the task. I offer to battle to protect and to cure."<br> <br>A warm wind blows through the clearing, sending ripples through the long grass. There is sound like wet paper tearing and suddenly, an enormous stag being stands over Kris, mysterious green markings glowing from his yellow fur, even in the afternoon shadows under the trees. |
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| + | "You have called and I am come, Child of Promise," the great stag rumbles, look down on Kris, "What is it you see-" he pauses for a second, his glowing eyes flickering over to where Fenris and Cirrus sit. He frowns for a moment, most specifically at the tiger, who gives him a cheery wave, shakes his head, then looks down at Kris again. "What is it that you seek, mortal?" he asks, starting again, "Who calls for Kendrac, The Spear Wielder?"<br> <br>"I am called Kris, and I am a warrior of Promise. I wish to pledge my will to fight to protect others to you in order to share in your strength and to use it to help those who cannot help themselves and to pierce the veil of corruption that has fallen across beings, to shred it from htem so they can see clearly again without that taint," the shark says, head inclined in humility to the spirit manifest.<br> <br>Cirrus rises to her feet, still biting on the apple, if the stag was really that insistent on ceremony and such. Perhaps she hadn't have started eating the apple. Too late for that, anyways, as the leopard decided to linger a decent distance away as the spirit addresses Kris directly. There's no point interfering, particularly when it was Kris that wanted to seek them out the begin with. She had more words on the topic, but now was definitely not the time.<br> <br>The stag looks down at Kris in solemn approval, though his gaze is drawn once more by Fenris, who seems to be. . . offering a sandwich? | ||
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| + | "Harmony and Dischord, Seeker," the stag growls, "Yes, I see you there and no, I do not want a sandwich! Have you no dignity? You are as bad as the fox!" | ||
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| + | He snorts, as though dismissing the tiger and turns all his attention back on the shark before him, though Cirrus does merit a passing glance. | ||
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| + | "Kris," the Spirit says, as though tasting the word, "Your goal is a noble one and I will share my power with you. But what has brought you to seek me?"<br> <br>The shark whispers reverantly, "I have spent much of my life under the salt of combat, and I have seen friend and foe alike fall prey to darkness, to corruption. I have seen what has happened in Mossy Stone and it is in my heart's core to wish to protect those I cherish from that corruption. It is insidious, and mortal tools alone cannot fight it without far more loss. I do not wish to lose those I care about. I will be both the shield and the blade that protects them." | ||
Revision as of 23:11, 6 March 2017
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Log
It is warm and breezy in the Easbank Forest, and the clearing that hosts the small shrine to Shaila, Kendrac, and Adrestia is quiet and picturesque.
"Right this way," Fenris says, leading a pair of other beings along the little trail that trickles into the clearing, "You honestly could have found it on your own, but I like the walk."
"Mmn, well, I was already on my way here, honestly," Kris offers up in a chipper tone. The shark's gaze combs over the semi-familiar landscape, having come across it several times in the past, and he murmurs in that feminine lilt, "just happened across the pair of you on my way. And, company is always appreciated on such a wonderful day, right?" The shark's beaming smile shows quite a bit of teeth.
"I'm okay with a little bit of wandering," Cirrus points out, trailing behind Fenris. She had come here for the express purpose of exploring, after all. The forest was rather beautiful, if mildly dangerous, which explains the armor and the claymore, but she had figured that a party of three was less likely to draw the dangerous sort of attention than a party of one. Or, at least, more likely to not die from said attention. "Thank you, though, Fenris."
Fenris is not, apparently equipped for battle. Instead, he is equipped for lunch! The big tiger is carrying a heavy, wicker basket and sets up at the edge of the clearing. "Well," he says, "either way, there is the shrine. Why was it you wanted to come out here, anyway?"
Stifling a bit of a giggle, the shark seems fairly confident, winking back over at the leopard, "Oh, it can't be that bad, can it? I mean, there are far worse places with far worse denizens than here. It's usually quite pleasant, around about here, but, then, calling on the spirits..." He puffs out his cheeks a bit, a slight tinge of apprehension, "well, I certainly won't shy away from able company." Sporting his battle skirt and the light, hide-like armor that gloves him in a comely manner, Kris seems to make sure they can move swiftly, a slender blade, curved and ready, at his hip and rugged, tooled gloves with accented knuckles..
"It goes both ways! But, it's good to be prepared, I suppose." Cirrus says with a bit of a shrug, but motions to Fenris, anyways. "For example, he came prepared for lunch! Arguably as important as a sword." She smiles and nods sagely. Food was always welcome. "And, Fenris, I was just out here to take a peek at the shrine. I've heard things about it, but. Haven't made many trips out."
"It's interesting," Fenris says, nodding at the shrine as he unpacks a blanket and sprawls out, "And if you are planning on calling on a Spirit, well, I doubt you could ask for a better spot! Don't mind me." There is something comical about the juxtaposition of Fenris laying out fruit and sandwiches beside the quiet elegance of the shrine and a strange air of expectation in the clearing, though it does not seem to bother the tiger in the least.
Giving a casual nod over towards the tiger when Fenris sets up his picnic, Kris glances over to Cirrus, "Are you certain about this? I know I am. I've been meaning to visit the shrine here for more than a week and some, now." He lets out a breathy sigh in the wake of a deep inhalation of the forest's earthy scent before starting towards the shrine itself and specifically towards the statue that stands of Kendrac, "to fight the corruption, to cleanse those who've fallen to its sway... a pact with him will aid the greatest."
Cirrus shrugs again at Kris, instead sitting down across from Fenris on the blanket to snatch up an apple. "Are you sure? I've been hearing lots of negative things about spirits, lately. Perhaps Ken-... er, that one, will be different, but I can't say. I've never met them."
Fenris watches Kris with interest as he makes his way to the altar itself and the crude depiction of a stag headed being. His eyes are drawn to Cirrus when the leopard settles down on the blanket by him. "If you want to meet the Warrior, I wouldn't plop down here by me!" he says, "Guy is big on respect and ceremony."
"One can have no doubts about their convictions, "Kris says over his shoulder with a light smile before stooping in a bow before the statue. Taking a knee, he lids his eyes shut, taking to a moment of silent contemplation before whispering, "Oh spirit Kendrac, the strong protector of his brethren, warrior against the corruption, cleanser of tainted hearts... I humbly wish to offer my services, my strength, and my stalwart heart to the task. I offer to battle to protect and to cure."
A warm wind blows through the clearing, sending ripples through the long grass. There is sound like wet paper tearing and suddenly, an enormous stag being stands over Kris, mysterious green markings glowing from his yellow fur, even in the afternoon shadows under the trees.
"You have called and I am come, Child of Promise," the great stag rumbles, look down on Kris, "What is it you see-" he pauses for a second, his glowing eyes flickering over to where Fenris and Cirrus sit. He frowns for a moment, most specifically at the tiger, who gives him a cheery wave, shakes his head, then looks down at Kris again. "What is it that you seek, mortal?" he asks, starting again, "Who calls for Kendrac, The Spear Wielder?"
"I am called Kris, and I am a warrior of Promise. I wish to pledge my will to fight to protect others to you in order to share in your strength and to use it to help those who cannot help themselves and to pierce the veil of corruption that has fallen across beings, to shred it from htem so they can see clearly again without that taint," the shark says, head inclined in humility to the spirit manifest.
Cirrus rises to her feet, still biting on the apple, if the stag was really that insistent on ceremony and such. Perhaps she hadn't have started eating the apple. Too late for that, anyways, as the leopard decided to linger a decent distance away as the spirit addresses Kris directly. There's no point interfering, particularly when it was Kris that wanted to seek them out the begin with. She had more words on the topic, but now was definitely not the time.
The stag looks down at Kris in solemn approval, though his gaze is drawn once more by Fenris, who seems to be. . . offering a sandwich?
"Harmony and Dischord, Seeker," the stag growls, "Yes, I see you there and no, I do not want a sandwich! Have you no dignity? You are as bad as the fox!"
He snorts, as though dismissing the tiger and turns all his attention back on the shark before him, though Cirrus does merit a passing glance.
"Kris," the Spirit says, as though tasting the word, "Your goal is a noble one and I will share my power with you. But what has brought you to seek me?"
The shark whispers reverantly, "I have spent much of my life under the salt of combat, and I have seen friend and foe alike fall prey to darkness, to corruption. I have seen what has happened in Mossy Stone and it is in my heart's core to wish to protect those I cherish from that corruption. It is insidious, and mortal tools alone cannot fight it without far more loss. I do not wish to lose those I care about. I will be both the shield and the blade that protects them."
