Arkantos Ignus
22-11-2005, 20:26
((I hope you all will be gentle, I've had lots of RPG experience, but the more I look at the way this is setup, the more I've come to realize that this is quite unlike anything I've ever participated in, so I'm still kind of learning my way around.))
Jarek slipped silently down the corridor, his robes making no more than a barely audible whisper against the stone floors. The temple was an ancient stone structure that the Order had converted to their own uses after they had siezed the capital and taken over. It was now the centermost hall of government, the place the High Order convened in Session every day for their meetings, and the place where Arkantos Ignus made his residence. He was the Master, the One said to have the powers of the cosmos at his disposal. He was fearsome, supposedly, though most considered him no more than myth. No one had seen him, though many of his Priests and those in the High Order claimed to hear his voice...
Jarek had never heard his voice... but Jarek was afraid. He had seen what the Order was capable of, and he knew that such might was better submitted to than angered. It was the safety the Order provided him and his family that kept him here.
And now he saw the Master's plan come to fruition. The government was now stable, the last of the old remnants had been swept away like dust. The Holy Empire of Arkantos Ignus made their presence known...
Jarek slipped silently down the corridor, his robes making no more than a barely audible whisper against the stone floors. The temple was an ancient stone structure that the Order had converted to their own uses after they had siezed the capital and taken over. It was now the centermost hall of government, the place the High Order convened in Session every day for their meetings, and the place where Arkantos Ignus made his residence. He was the Master, the One said to have the powers of the cosmos at his disposal. He was fearsome, supposedly, though most considered him no more than myth. No one had seen him, though many of his Priests and those in the High Order claimed to hear his voice...
Jarek had never heard his voice... but Jarek was afraid. He had seen what the Order was capable of, and he knew that such might was better submitted to than angered. It was the safety the Order provided him and his family that kept him here.
And now he saw the Master's plan come to fruition. The government was now stable, the last of the old remnants had been swept away like dust. The Holy Empire of Arkantos Ignus made their presence known...