The Dark Realmz
IC Central [RPG ONLY] => "Ayenee Nexus: Where Imagination Knows No Bounds => RP Archives 2005-2019 => Topic started by: paradigm on March 17, 2016, 10:18:48 PM
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.oO(I'll post an image and more info on the temple when I'm at my comp. for now...)
[align=center][Ayenee.][/align]
[align=justify]Large, if not gaudy, the temple's design spat in the face of all it represented. Regarded far and wide as a warrior's sanctuary, the locale boasted an ornate and lavish decor; a far cry from the spartan existence of a warrior. Grandiose archways and monolithic pillars stretched up to a vaulted ceiling. Carved of crystal and pale and translucent as polished glass, the ceiling offered a view to the swirling cosmos above. In stark contrast to the opulent structure, the trappings of the temple itself, were rustic--to say the least. Polished marbled floors stretched throughout the temple, black as pitch and smooth as onyx, reflecting the picturesque scene from above upon its immaculate surface. [/align]
[align=justify]Within the depths of the temple a passerby could find a small, if sturdy, wooden cot and cool running water, but little else. Whatever acolytes tended to the shrine's upkeep remained out of sight, allowing the temple to exist in the purest and simplest sense. Those souls dedicated to the craft might spy a figure, scurrying about in the shadows--tending to the tasks of the servile, but the servants never revealed themselves; bound by edict or creed to serve and never be seen. [/align]
[align=justify]Darkness conquered the sky, an ink spread canvas with the cosmos stretched across its surface, a genuine otherworldly mosaic. The young man approached the temple with as much caution as he could muster--which amounted to little hesitance, if any at all. Word reached him of the coming storm that threatened Ayenee and the unending villainy of those who sought to conquer the realm. Akin to so many before him, he stepped forward--a constellation fit to take shape in the tapestry overhead. His proved an honorable path, no longer content to let those with strength manhandle and crush the weak. Humanity deserved peace, it called out for justice to be visited upon those who sought to cripple it; it sought a piercing light to stave off the darkness. [/align]
[align=justify]Alexander sighed and for the moment, he did not concern himself with the gathering hordes or the warlords and their schemes. No, he sought a singular prey, one his benefactor swore took residence here. [/align]
[align=justify]"It used to be a right proper sanctuary, til some Darkfire flunky toddled in and shit everywhere." The dark man said. "Make no mistake, little knight, I care not at all for your fucking realm, but I will be fucked if I let any Darkfire lackey have a moment's peace."[/align]
[align=justify]The young man demanded his benefactors name, but the figure only laughed and dismissed him. [/align]
[align=justify]"The devil you know, darling. I play my hands and run my games. Now, shall we make a deal?" [/align]
[align=justify]Alex agreed to deal with the Darkfire threat, but refused any bargain with the fiend. He'd the look of a creature always searching for a place to stick a knife. [/align]
[align=justify]"Fret not," he said with a chuckle. " Just ask for the Pale King and I'll come knocking."[/align]
[align=justify]Three days passed and he'd heard not a word from the soul intent on hindering the Darkfires, but he'd found the temple. His first instinct was to throw caution to the wind and charge in, let the paradigm handle the rest. Yet, he forestalled this assault, preferring to study his battleground, if only, a moment longer. Gloved hands slid across his brow, pulling back errant flaxen locks. He'd yet to test his limits, for all he knew tapping into the paradigm too deeply could destroy him to the very core, he needed to control it, not submit to it. Still, he dared not let worry be his master, either. Burdened with glorious purpose, he would set right the realm, or die trying.[/align]