Post by Sable on Mar 30, 2012 12:45:04 GMT -5
The night was quiet in Whitehold, only the sound of the gentle waves lapping at the harbour broke the silence occasionally. Most of the city was sleeping, save for the patrons of the tavern occasionally breaking into song, and none of them noticed the cloaked figure running through the streets towards the dock. He was wary of every shadow, afraid of the Whitehold Guards seeing his passage through the city, and soon he was standing under the bridge, nervously waiting.
“What news do you have?” An icy voice said, barely a whisper in his ear, but startling and sharp. He turned sharply, taken aback by how the figure had appeared with such ease behind him.
“My lady...” he bowed quickly, keen to show respect for the figure before him. “Ruins... Granvik Lake... Amara” he rattled off the words as quickly as he could, ill at ease with this meeting. “They found ruins my lady... under the lake in Granvik...an Amara temple of some sort. There is one room they can't get into yet... they think something valuable is in there.” Visibly shaking, he finished reporting his news to the woman.
The woman said nothing, deep in thought. After a few moments, she reached into her cloak and brought out a small purse filled with crowns, handing it to the man, who grabbed the coins, anxious to claim his reward.
“Thank you, you have shown your loyalty to me.” She said simply, drawing a small object out of her pocket and clutching it in her palm. The man peered over, trying to see what it was, but before his eyes could focus in the gloom, the woman vanished in a flash of purple. The man breathed a sigh of relief that the woman had gone. To look at her there was nothing terrifying, but something about her just made him so uneasy...barely contained wrath, almost a tangible aura of power exuded from her. Clutching the purse of crowns, the man hurried away from the docks, keen to get home and sleep.
Erenia strode through the huge archways and corridors she had become accustomed to over the past month, barging past warriors and demons alike. They cleared a way for her, clearly afraid of the small syccan. Entering into a majestic throne-room, Erenia walked up to the figure sitting on a throne of iron and stone, not bowing or showing any respect to him.
”They have found the Temple of Amara.” She hissed, angered by the news. The huge warrior leaned down from the throne, indicating his interest. ”Have they entered the Shrine?” his voice boomed, echoing off the arches in the room.
Erenia shook her head, ”No, but it is only a matter of time before they figure out how to open the doors.” The Warlord leaned back in the huge chair as if in thought. ”I say we dispatch a regiment to take its cargo, and whilst we are at it, conquer Granvik. The further we drive the Talarrans back, the weaker they become.” Erenia said, not with the tone of suggestion, but one of an order. The Warlord nodded slowly, indicating to a man dressed in armour and carrying a huge axe. The man said nothing and simply walked out of the room towards the barracks. Once he had left, the Warlord spoke once again to Erenia...
”Granvik will fall, and the Amara Temple will be mine...along with its contents.”
“What news do you have?” An icy voice said, barely a whisper in his ear, but startling and sharp. He turned sharply, taken aback by how the figure had appeared with such ease behind him.
“My lady...” he bowed quickly, keen to show respect for the figure before him. “Ruins... Granvik Lake... Amara” he rattled off the words as quickly as he could, ill at ease with this meeting. “They found ruins my lady... under the lake in Granvik...an Amara temple of some sort. There is one room they can't get into yet... they think something valuable is in there.” Visibly shaking, he finished reporting his news to the woman.
The woman said nothing, deep in thought. After a few moments, she reached into her cloak and brought out a small purse filled with crowns, handing it to the man, who grabbed the coins, anxious to claim his reward.
“Thank you, you have shown your loyalty to me.” She said simply, drawing a small object out of her pocket and clutching it in her palm. The man peered over, trying to see what it was, but before his eyes could focus in the gloom, the woman vanished in a flash of purple. The man breathed a sigh of relief that the woman had gone. To look at her there was nothing terrifying, but something about her just made him so uneasy...barely contained wrath, almost a tangible aura of power exuded from her. Clutching the purse of crowns, the man hurried away from the docks, keen to get home and sleep.
Erenia strode through the huge archways and corridors she had become accustomed to over the past month, barging past warriors and demons alike. They cleared a way for her, clearly afraid of the small syccan. Entering into a majestic throne-room, Erenia walked up to the figure sitting on a throne of iron and stone, not bowing or showing any respect to him.
”They have found the Temple of Amara.” She hissed, angered by the news. The huge warrior leaned down from the throne, indicating his interest. ”Have they entered the Shrine?” his voice boomed, echoing off the arches in the room.
Erenia shook her head, ”No, but it is only a matter of time before they figure out how to open the doors.” The Warlord leaned back in the huge chair as if in thought. ”I say we dispatch a regiment to take its cargo, and whilst we are at it, conquer Granvik. The further we drive the Talarrans back, the weaker they become.” Erenia said, not with the tone of suggestion, but one of an order. The Warlord nodded slowly, indicating to a man dressed in armour and carrying a huge axe. The man said nothing and simply walked out of the room towards the barracks. Once he had left, the Warlord spoke once again to Erenia...
”Granvik will fall, and the Amara Temple will be mine...along with its contents.”