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Post by Lady Galadriel on Sept 7, 2007 18:06:11 GMT -5
The Temple of the Guardians [/u][/size][/color] (GUARDIANS ONLY)[/center][/color] |
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Post by Lady Galadriel on Sept 17, 2007 11:18:46 GMT -5
Lachlan[/b]
Lachlan stepped into the caverns that held the Temple. As he stepped through the mystical field that prevented wandering eyes from finding the entrance, he squirmed uncomfortably. It was still uncomfortable for him to step through. The touch against his skin was like walking through a thick, cold mist.
The large room was elegantly decorated in deep reds and golds. Large plush chairs were scattered methodically throughout the chamber. Along the walls were shelves of books and scrolls, all containing details of the Last Age and the battles against Mygathyn.
The Guardians were devoted believers in the Hundred Key and the Chosen of the Gods that the Guardians were sworn to protect. Even some went as far as to seek out their Chosen, traveling the world looking for the one person that could bring light and color to their lives.
'And none are heir to the Throne of D'gran,' he thought for himself.
He walked to shelf and chose a scroll. It gave the details of the history of the Hundred Key and the Guardians. He sat in one of the chairs, calling his hello the few elder Guardians in theTemple before turning his attentions to the scroll in his hands.
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Chris
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Daclamitus (Unbonded Guardian), Catalyn (D'gran Assassin)
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Post by Chris on Sept 23, 2007 19:08:56 GMT -5
Daclamitus
Dac was leaning back in his chair with his fingers templed together as he sat in deep thought. Everyone else was in a discussion until Lachlan walked in. He watched the man enter and then take one of the scrolls. He noticed which one it was and then closed his eyes again, recalling the text.
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Post by Lady Galadriel on Sept 24, 2007 21:18:42 GMT -5
Lachlan[/b]
Lachlan sighed as he rubbed his hands to his temples. He couldn't make heads or tails of the scroll, his head was pounding with the plans that he'd set in place for the Elven visit. He heard several voices and snapped out of his trance.
He smiled at the man sitting silently across from him. "Daclamitus," he set down the scroll. "Welcome back, old friend. I take it everything is well?"
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