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Khas the Templari, Warrior Philosopher.

Tersanctus
14-10-2003, 07:28
The time is late in the Evening, as Tersanctus falls asleep. Outside the parks surrounding the Massive Mansion called the Office of the Executor, stands a shadowy figure, clad in light grey robes, verging on silver.

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Around his neck he wears this medallion: http://www.rootsweb.com/~srgp/flaghold/presque.jpg


As well as a broadsword at his side, he wears the Templar Symbol. http://www.siol-nan-gaidheal.com/dealbh/templar.gif


He begins movement towards the Office, silently he walks, the Alert Templar Guards not yet picking him up, until he reaches the front gate. His hooded Robes and sword immedealty make the guards suspicious and pull out there C-16 Slayer Rifles.

"What are you doing here? Drop your weapon!"

The Hooded Man, simply looked at them with an expressionless face and pupiless eyes.

"Oh, my god! What the hell is with your Eyes?"

The Hooded Man looked at there Templar insignia, and asked in an ancient Tersanctan Dialect "The Templar live again?" which neither of the Guards understood.

"What? Are you from one of the local Embassies? Are you lost?"

The hooded man mereley shook his head...he pulled out his sword and within the space of a breath, both guards were dead.

He continued in through the Gate.......
Tersanctus
14-10-2003, 08:13
He continued through the gate to the Office, seeking Edmund. Edmund Dantes was the Executor of Tersanctus, and he would soon be awoken to his destiny.

Edmund slept fitfully in his bed, images and sounds running through his mind and lightning speed, than suddenly he woke up with a start, panting in a cold sweat.

Than he saw him, The hooded man standing in the middle of the room, the moonlight shining in through the window, reflecting off his grey robes. For a short while, the two merely stared at one another.

And in the Ancient Tersanctan Dialect, the Hooded man broke the silence.

"No words for me Edmund?"

At first Edmund was confused, he was not speaking either the English or Spanish that was the Official Language of Tersanctus. But he realized he understood it......it was Forangentan! A dialect that died out hundreds of years ago....a language that only a handful of scholars and Officials spoke and read, including Edmund, in order to understand the Ancient Writings and Records of Sanctus, the former Nation.

"What would you have me say? Who are you? What do you want?" Asked Edmund in a quiet tone.

"In time, young one. There is much to speak of between you and I."
Said the Hooded One.

"Well, what am I too call you than?" asked Edmund realizing that this man was in no way a Scholar or Official he he had ever seen. And only now did Edmund see the Templar Insignia adorned on his robe.

"You may call me............Khas."

Edmund recoiled at this name, he had heard it before, in the Ancient writings of Sanctus, many stories had been written of him. Each one called him something different. Khas the Warrior, Khas the Destroyer, Khas the Watcher, Khas the Templar, and Khas...........the Undying.

"You call yourself something, few would know of...Khas."

I am he, of whom you think....but I prefer Khas...the Templari."

"...The Templar-ee??Edmund thought.

"That is the old pronouciation..."

Edmund was startled again, did he just read his mind?

"Yes, Edmund.....I can hear your thoughts, for you are my progeny. You are the Grandson af my Grandson's Grandson."

"Impossible! Screamed out Edmund. "You have earned yourself a death sentence!

"Perhaps, a demonstration, Young One."Said Khas, pulling out a dagger from his belt.

Edmund jumped back on his bed.

Khas looked at him with his Pupiless Eyes, and told him to calm down. HE lifted his sleeve and began to cut deep into his flesh. Blood began to pour down in rivulets, and than miraculously the wound healed before Edmunds's Eyes, his expression was incredulous.

"Now, look at the blood Edmund"

Edmund looked at the tile floor, at the puddle of the crimson liquid. At first, nothing happened, but Khas muttered some words and the blood began to move of its own accord into the templar insignia shape. Than symbols began to appear in white-hot light filling the room with its essence.

"Behold, Young one. The true power of the Templar. And I alone am the remaining keeper of its truth. The signs are in place. And now my return, prophecied in days long past, has come to pass. Soon we will together reveal to the world, the true power of Tersanctus."
Tersanctus
14-10-2003, 16:22
Edmund could not beleive what had just happened. His ancient ancestor, had come to reveal himself and his power, but what would become of it? He had to know though.....

"How are you, what you are? Are the stories all true?"{i] Edmund asked thoughtfully.

[i]"My origin is on the battlefield, in a war hundreds of years ago, though I was killed, I did not die. I was taken to the tombs unseen, and from there after one day and one night, I arose alive again. I arose with this power."

"Your Immortal? Can you pass this gift to me?"

"I do not know if I am truly Immortal, that is, I may be able to die....but whatever passes through my Veins, has kept me alive for this long. To pass it to you? I know not."

"I see."
Tersanctus
14-10-2003, 16:33
"So than...Khas. My Anscestor. What happens from hereonout?"

"Now we wait for the Last Sign......I will need to take an active role in your government.....Make me chief advisor or something with access to the information you have..."

"Technically, were under regent rule right now....Pantera and AMF rule right now...."

"That is fine, I will act as such right now."

"Besides, you dont speak English or Spanish, how do you intend to communicate?

"I speak it....I only speak in this tongue, so that no simple cretin walking by your room can understand what it is we speak of."

"Your call." Edmund shrugged.


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The newspaper headlines the next day:

New Advisor to the Executor appointed.

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Khas, the Templari
Templar Advisor to the Executor
Warrior Philosopher