Ceidon
05-08-08, 01:22 AM
((Open to the members of the League))
“But I’ve never needed a pass to enter Fallien before!” Ceidon Lore exclaimed, nearing choking on the piece of barley that hung from his mouth. Two heavily armed and incredibly short guards clanged their swords together in response. “Goodness,” he said jumping back into the woman waiting behind him. “I’m terribly sorry. These goons have gone awry.” She grunted and then began to tap her foot against the wooden dock. Others behind her were starting to get impatient as well. “Fine,” Ceidon said, stepping back to the guards.
After five days on a barge that smelled like a mix of fish and cabbage and this encounter with the guards, Ceidon was beginning to question whether two rotting skulls were worth the trip to the desert island. Per usual, scholars had brainwashed Caduceus, the leader of the Order of the Golden Dawn, into believing the skulls of the murders Teiarisel Yntasi and her lover Ji’ral were the keys to a power so great that it could submerge the island continent of Fallien under the ocean. When Caduceus heard about harpies converging in the Zun’tang oasis, the alleged resting place of the skulls, he commissioned Ceidon as ranking member of the Order to ensure the skulls remained untouched. Ceidon, on the other hand, thought the skulls to be nothing more than remnants of cultural history. Surely they were important, but not important enough to turn him in to harpy food.
“Excuse me, sir,” Ceidon said, improvising. “Don’t you know who I am?” When he received no response, he pretended to be appalled. “I’m Ceidon Lore, the hero of Fallien, commissioned by Jya herself to…” When Ceidon mentioned the holy mother’s name, one of the guards reached forward and grabbed his neck. “…to vind tee skulls of Ynzoosi…Ynzooki at Bow’tang,” he wheezed, choking on the piece of barley. Ceidon grabbed at his neck, vainly attempting to free himself from the man’s grasp.
“Did you say the ‘Skulls of Zooky Zooky Bowtang’?” The guard asked. His tone was low and serious.
“No,” Ceidon coughed. His face was turning blue. “The Skull nov Ynzoosi nat Bow’tang.”
After a short pause, the guard released Ceidon. He fell to the ground, spit out the barley and took in a rejuvenating breath of the arid air. “Ceidon Lore, you say. Oh yes now I remember. Her holiness has been expecting you,” the guard said a moment later. Before Ceidon had fully recovered, he was pulled from his knees and led through the checkpoint. “I will escort you to her myself.”
“Now that’s more like it,” Ceidon grinned. The two walked for awhile down the road, but soon the guard led them down a path that lead back to the coast. “Wait! Where are you going?” Ceidon asked. “Irrikam is that way,” he pointed east towards the river. In response, the burly man grabbed him and began to drag him further down the trail. “What are you doing?” Ceidon struggled but the guard was relentless. When they arrived at the water, the guard stopped and released the adventurer. Relieved, he brushed himself off and turned to face his captor. "What was that all about."
Instead of answering, the guard punched Ceidon in the cheek and sent him flying...
“But I’ve never needed a pass to enter Fallien before!” Ceidon Lore exclaimed, nearing choking on the piece of barley that hung from his mouth. Two heavily armed and incredibly short guards clanged their swords together in response. “Goodness,” he said jumping back into the woman waiting behind him. “I’m terribly sorry. These goons have gone awry.” She grunted and then began to tap her foot against the wooden dock. Others behind her were starting to get impatient as well. “Fine,” Ceidon said, stepping back to the guards.
After five days on a barge that smelled like a mix of fish and cabbage and this encounter with the guards, Ceidon was beginning to question whether two rotting skulls were worth the trip to the desert island. Per usual, scholars had brainwashed Caduceus, the leader of the Order of the Golden Dawn, into believing the skulls of the murders Teiarisel Yntasi and her lover Ji’ral were the keys to a power so great that it could submerge the island continent of Fallien under the ocean. When Caduceus heard about harpies converging in the Zun’tang oasis, the alleged resting place of the skulls, he commissioned Ceidon as ranking member of the Order to ensure the skulls remained untouched. Ceidon, on the other hand, thought the skulls to be nothing more than remnants of cultural history. Surely they were important, but not important enough to turn him in to harpy food.
“Excuse me, sir,” Ceidon said, improvising. “Don’t you know who I am?” When he received no response, he pretended to be appalled. “I’m Ceidon Lore, the hero of Fallien, commissioned by Jya herself to…” When Ceidon mentioned the holy mother’s name, one of the guards reached forward and grabbed his neck. “…to vind tee skulls of Ynzoosi…Ynzooki at Bow’tang,” he wheezed, choking on the piece of barley. Ceidon grabbed at his neck, vainly attempting to free himself from the man’s grasp.
“Did you say the ‘Skulls of Zooky Zooky Bowtang’?” The guard asked. His tone was low and serious.
“No,” Ceidon coughed. His face was turning blue. “The Skull nov Ynzoosi nat Bow’tang.”
After a short pause, the guard released Ceidon. He fell to the ground, spit out the barley and took in a rejuvenating breath of the arid air. “Ceidon Lore, you say. Oh yes now I remember. Her holiness has been expecting you,” the guard said a moment later. Before Ceidon had fully recovered, he was pulled from his knees and led through the checkpoint. “I will escort you to her myself.”
“Now that’s more like it,” Ceidon grinned. The two walked for awhile down the road, but soon the guard led them down a path that lead back to the coast. “Wait! Where are you going?” Ceidon asked. “Irrikam is that way,” he pointed east towards the river. In response, the burly man grabbed him and began to drag him further down the trail. “What are you doing?” Ceidon struggled but the guard was relentless. When they arrived at the water, the guard stopped and released the adventurer. Relieved, he brushed himself off and turned to face his captor. "What was that all about."
Instead of answering, the guard punched Ceidon in the cheek and sent him flying...