The Warlord and The Priestess

[4Chiri]

Once they left the city and headed north, the air became cool and damp; moist. The air around them became foggy, almost to near blindness. It was morbid and weighed down on the emotions. They say this is where the greatest lady knight Cormin died from regret and sorrow; apparently the god ferevoux visits this area often, superstitions mention she will show herself in the form of a ghostly, dead apparition..


Large jagged stones as tall as twelve feet stretched up into the air, some of them even higher, at least twenty feet tall into the foggy air. The horses became a bit restless.


"Let's demount here," Moganthe said. Almost instantly the horses ran away. Len shuddered,


"They say it's bad luck to come here without giving some sort of offering," Len mumbled, crossing his arms, holding himself. It was quite chilly.


Moganthe shook his head. He didn't believe in such things.


"So where can we find this prophetess."


"I am unsure," Len replied shakily.


The whisperes returned, so very quietly....

close your eyes


see with Iroth'an



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The voices of Moganthe and Len became distant and muffled. Her heartbeat loud in her mind.

 

[Morigan]

Melia closed her eyes and focused on calming her breathing and listening to the voices. She tried to focus on the words...seeing with Iroth'an...

 

[4Chiri]

The voices continued, whispering murmuring, repeating, over and over.


She could sense something pulling, luring her deeper into the fog, away from everyone.

 

[Morigan]

Melia was in the grip of her trance and followed the senses into the fog, her eyes still closed. Somehow she managed to not trip or stumble, but steadily followed along the path she was being pulled.

 

[4Chiri]

"Priestess?" Moganthe's voice echoed, from everywhere. "where are you!?"


The voices raged.

Go forward, go forward...into the cave....into the dark....use the eyes of Iroth'an...

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[Morigan]

She kept moving forward, eventually opening her own eyes, but it was so dark it made no difference. The voices urged her to continue and she did. Moganthe's voice echoed after her, but she couldn't stop.

 

[4Chiri]

The voices echoed, louder and louder, then suddenly stopped.


The echoes of a dark cave stretched before her, it was dark and wet and nearly pitch black...


Moganthe and Len were gone.


"...You have the hands and eyes of the older ones...prove you are strong on your own." said a woman's voice, echoing in the dark.

 

[Morigan]

Melia wasn't sure where the voice came from, or what it meant, but she held her hands in front of her, recalling the heat that had protected her a few days prior.

 

[4Chiri]

A soft light, illuminating the halls edged from her fingers, helping her see the way.


"...do you even understand what you possess...? We will have to stop you....you can't impact what Kolgherad will bring us..." the voice said, now disembodied and evil.

 

[Morigan]

Melia felt the calm her, where she would normally be afraid. The light grew stronger and began to disintegrate the gloves she wore, leaving her hands bare and glowing. "Whatever, whoever you are...the gods give me strength. You will not prevail."

 

[4Chiri]

"So has said each young ignorant priestess before you..." it said and the disembodied, evil voice, faded. The light was bright, pointing her straight down the hall, just straight.


Then faded.


Moganthe and Len's voices came back.


"Priestess?"


"Where are you?"

 

[Morigan]

Melia continued down the hall, following the light had led her. She heard the voices but didn't stop. "I'm this way," she called, not sure how to describe her location, but unwilling to lose her clue on the location of the eyes.

 

[4Chiri]

Moganthe and Len finally caught up.


"Why did you wander off, this place isn't safe!" Moganthe stepped in front of her and stared down into her eyes with concern. "Are you alright?"

 

[Morigan]

"I'm fine, but there's something here...or someone..." she said dazed, as though she was just fully coming out of her trance. "Down this hallway..."

 

[4Chiri]

He wanted to grab her shoulders, but instead he didn't move.


"Are, you alright?" he asked again, more sternly. Her eyes were strange, different...almost glowing and a strange clearish color. "Your eyes..." he said quietly.


Len looked around, worried...he didn't like being in here, there was a strange feeling.

 

[Morigan]

She looked around, just realizing her gloves had burned away. SHe held her bare hands up to inspect them, but they looked normal. "Yes, I'm fine. There was a voice...it said I didn't understand anything...and I was interrupting some kind of plans. Kholgerad. "

 

[4Chiri]

The young scholar backed away.


"K-Kolgherad...." he trembled.... "the evil god?"


Moganthe sighed, unsure if he believed it. "come, let's keep walking."


"But there are so many halls, which way do we go?" the scholar asked nervously. Moganthe lit a torch.


"I'm not sure..."

 

[Morigan]

"This way," Melia said firmly, leading them down the straight hallway that had been illuminated by the strange light.

 

[4Chiri]

They shared looks and followed.


The hall was dark, and the straight path, seemed the most dangerous. Questionable cracks in the floor, pools of what seemed to be water, echoing growls from indiscernible locations...


Moganthe kept his sword brandished.

 

[Morigan]

Melia continued until she came to the end of what the beam of light had shown her.

 

[4Chiri]

At the end was a small altar, atop it were two small marble spheres. However, they were on a pressure plate....a trap.


"If we remove those, it's likely something will happen.." Len shivered.


"Something bad.." Moganthe mumbled, he didn't like the looks of this.

 

[Morigan]

"But we need to return the eyes," Melia said worriedly. "What should we do?"

 

[4Chiri]

"You and the Scholar should leave, I'll grab the eyes, that way if something happens...at least you won't be in danger." Moganthe said, always willing to put himself in harms way, not so much because she was priestess, but now because he felt like he had to.


"There's no telling what will happen..." he murmured, staring at the priceless marble. Len took a step back.


"Um...I think we have company..." he stammered. Surrounding them all, crawling along the ceilings, were fleshy, bloodthirsty gargoyles...watching.

 

[Morigan]

"Moganthe, no. You can't," Melia said. She was about to argue with him more when Len's words caused her to look around and catch sight of the gargoyles. She gasped and backed up, almost stumbling into Moganthe.

 

[4Chiri]

Moganthe gripped his sword, "I guess that answers what will happen..." he grumbled...


The voices returned...

take the eyes of Iroth'an thou who possesses th'hands of Karamina.


the monsters who belong to the foul kolgherad fear your light


your faith will protect you
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