Prophet Bassette
Prophets of Alyssus
Prophet of Good Health of Mind, Body, and Soul.
"Lumen blesses those who Believe"
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Post by Prophet Bassette on Sept 26, 2007 15:01:22 GMT -8
::The Night of the Banquet:: ::Village of Amblethorn::
In the stark night, a woman sat up from her bed, her face alight with shock. Her breath came from her in a rapid manner. Quickly realizing this, she clapped a hand over her mouth and looked to her side where her retainer Azazeal slept next to her on a cot. Thank goodness I didn't wake him... she thought as she stared at him for a moment. She sat there in the dark, her small room shadowed with the light of the moon. Glancing to her right at the open window, she could see that the sky was clear and the stars were shimmering brightly. It must've been somewhere close to the early morning hours. The members of the Order were still sleeping save for the guards whose mutterings by the central fire were muffled by the walls of the small plaster home. The woman brought her hand to her head as she stared at the white blanket in which covered her body. The gossamer night gown she was wearing as slipping off her slender shoulders, but worried her more was what she had just witnessed in her dreams.
General Laties has betrayed King Osirus...why have I not foreseen this? He was a dutiful young man...what would make him change his mind so suddenly? This worries me...why is he going after the Odium sword? His destiny...its clouded...Is there someone guiding him that I cannot sense? Bassette, the Prophet of the Order frowned as she looked up at the ceiling with worry. Her visions had never left her astray before. Why was it now that her vision was clouded.
So much sadness and betrayal has happened tonight...and the Prince Eros...his destiny is changing as well...This worries me though...Why was I not able to see it until it had happened...Maybe I should consult the others and ask them what they have seen... But Bassette could not bring herself to truly want to consult with the others. Every time she consulted the others in the Seventh Plane, either they ended up disagreeing the entire time, or the others would simply fill Bassette's head with worries and shame. But what had happened now and what was going to happen in the future worried her deeply.
Sighing almost too loudly (as Azazeal moaned softly and turned on his side), Bassette struggled to get her body to calm itself. Slowing her heart beat and shutting off her mind to the outside world, Bassette slowly entered into a lulling trance. Going to the Seventh Plane was always a mind over matter deal. As her trance fell deeper, she could envision its collision of purple, black, and blue colors as her mind entered it. She could now see herself presented in her armor casings. Her long legs were strong in the Seventh Plane as she stood still, her hair billowing behind her as if in slow motion. Her long dress hung about her in elegant folds, showing off her gentle features. Placing her hands in her lap, she let out a slow breath.
"I call upon you, Baphomet, Camine, and Freya. We need to speak. Drop your worldly activities as your role is called upon in the Seventh Plane," Bassette commanded, her voice strong and gentle at the same time. Now she would simply have to wait to see if the other Prophets would show.
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Prophet Freya
Prophets of Alyssus
"Care to come in for a little?"
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Post by Prophet Freya on Sept 26, 2007 15:19:49 GMT -8
A loud yawn escaped the lips of a shadow-shrouded figure as a figure slipped out of the worldly land, where she was seducing a young merchant from Du Aurella into her clutches. The beauty of the Lustful Prophet was made known as she stepped into the light of the moon, her pale fingers running through her raven black locks. "Well, what is it, sister?" Freya asked, amber eyes narrowed, "I must inform you, I was quite busy..." Rolling her eyes, she slipped her robe back over her slender shoulders, since she preferred to have them hanging below, just to allow the males a better view without giving them too good of a view. She crossed her slender arms across her chest, her furry feline tail twitching annoyedly. "Damn it, Bassette, you could've called me some other time when I wasn't in the middle of some important business!"
Sighing, she ran her fingers along the massive furry body of her retainer, a shapeshifter named Lucian. Currently, Lucian was in the form of a large, lithe white tiger, brushing against his master's legs and his tail curling around Freya's curvacious hips. Slowly, the tiger's pink tongue swiped across his chops, and he allowed his massive form to be seated beside the Lustful Prophet, his tail curling obediently around her ankles, his flank pressing close to Freya's leg. Lucian allowed his head to rest against the prophet's thigh, his tongue swiping his chops, whiskers, and nose again.
Freya let a soft purr escape from her throat and she began stroking the tiger's furry head, her pale hands massaging the scruff of Lucian's neck. Not only was Lucian Freya's retainer, but he was also his...partner...whenever Freya couldn't seduce anyone, but did he care? Not really... It could get tedious though, if they were more quiet places, and not somewhere like Du Aurella or Arioles...
"So, cut to the chase, will ya?" Freya asked, tapping one foot impatiently. "I don't want to leave my 'client' waiting, you know..."
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Post by Prophet Baphomet on Sept 26, 2007 15:45:55 GMT -8
Though one would usually expect the contrary, silence was something scarcely found within the bowels of the Nocens Atrum Temple. Within the bowels of the abandoned temple lurked many disgusting abominations unto life itself; some of these creatures took up residence there some time after Osirus' siege, others were placed there by a certain meddlesome weapons dealer. Every now and again the sound of a man or woman whose courage got the better of them being killed in some gruesome fashion filled the labyrinth that was hidden deep below the forsaken holding place of Nocens Atrum.
The Prophet of Malaise was blended in with the shadows somewhere within the temple, darkness cast over the pauldrons and helmet that served as his shoulders and head, respectively. If the lips of the disembodied prophet could form into a scowl, they surely would have at the sound of his elder sister summoning them in the dramatic way she always did. Something about her commanding attitude really irked him, though he did his best to ignore it. What gave her the right to give him an order? They were nearly the same age... give or take a few centuries! The ghostly Baphomet broke from his state of meditation and slowly dissipated into the oblivion that surrounded him.
A fraction of the pure blackness that composed part of the Seventh Plane began to ripple, ever so slowly increasing its intensity. Baphomet himself abruptly materialized in that very portion of darkness, abyssal eyes fixed directly on his two siblings. Because his "body" blended in perfectly with the shadows, it seemed as if only his head and shoulders were present in the otherworldly realm.
Baphomet addressed the other prophets in the usual raspy, high-pitched voice that one would expect of a serpent, "...This had better be a matter of grave importance, Bassette, and not another pity party for those foolish, ungrateful mortals we're so graciously aiding. I am very busy as of late, and time is of the essence."
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Prophet Bassette
Prophets of Alyssus
Prophet of Good Health of Mind, Body, and Soul.
"Lumen blesses those who Believe"
Posts: 34
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Post by Prophet Bassette on Sept 26, 2007 16:35:59 GMT -8
Bassette was used to dealing with her unforgiving siblings. After all, the prophets knew exactly what the other was doing most of the time. Prophets of course had the ability to chose whether or not to meddle with each other. Of course, there was also their habits in which they all knew perfectly well. So, she was not surprised to receive such a cold welcome from Freya and Baphomet. Of course, out of the four of them, Freya and Baphomet had chosen to become prophets of a less charitable kind. Bassette watched with an expression short of being disturbed as Freya made her appearance. Of course she was "busy". As if Bassette didn't know that.
"Your client can wait. I'm sure he won't want to leave without your blessing, my dear sister..." Bassette said in a sharp tone. She was about to speak to her sister about her bad habits before when Baphomet's high pitched voice ripped through the Seventh Plane. She glanced to where his voice came from, hardly looking at him. Of the prophets, Baphomet was her least respected. But no matter what happened, the prophets were eternally linked and thus, she could not full despise him for it would bring nothing but chaos amongst them.
"I'm glad to see you could make it, Baphomet. Your time will not be badly used, trust me. I have a few concerns in which to discuss with you. Of course, if Camine is able to..." Bassette paused as she looked down. She truly felt for Camine. To have walked so willingly into Osirus' hands and to never come back, Bassette couldn't help but feel that Camine had a truly despised destiny. She shook her head slightly.
"No...Camine will surely speak soon...Osirus can't keep a prophet from the Seventh Plane..." She said. She then stood up tall, drawing her shoulders back.
"But for now, until Camine gets here...I want to ask you two, have you seen anything...odd lately? My vision...it seems to be clouded lately when I try to read certain people..." She said lowly, as if ashamed to admit this.
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Prophet Freya
Prophets of Alyssus
"Care to come in for a little?"
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Post by Prophet Freya on Sept 26, 2007 16:55:39 GMT -8
Freya almost suppressed a snort of laughter as she looked up at her sister, a look of amusement on her face. "I see many strange things, sister. Try three fat ugly slobs just coming out of the tavern, big bulging bags of gold in their meaty hands, and coming up to me demanding my time!" There was a look of mock shock on her face, which was quickly replaced with a look of amusement, her amber gaze sweeping over her sister and brother, who just recently arrived. Slowly, she rolled her eyes, running one hand along Lucian's black and white striped fur. "Luckily, though, Lucian was here to take them out and keep me from anything undesirable..."
Getting a couple glares, she held up her hands defensively, "Hey, can't I crack a joke every so often?!" she asked, as if she had terribly offended them. "Seriously..." Rolling her eyes again, she shrugged. "But, seeing anything strange? No, not in Arioles, anyway, ever since I started hanging around there... Lots of attractive males there, so it wasn't completely worthless... But, anything strange... Not really..."
Sighing again, she turned to the next prophet. "And, Baphomet, it's...good...to see you..." she muttered, a mock tone of sincerity to her voice. To tell the truth, she wasn't glad to see any of them, since they were taking her away from her 'priorities...'
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Post by Prophet Baphomet on Sept 26, 2007 17:43:10 GMT -8
Those abyssal eyes of his cast themselves upon Freya as she divulged a bit about her promiscuous lifestyle. Baphomet had absolutely no respect for the Prophet of Lust; he considered her to be nothing more than a prostitute who was allowed to be in their presence only because she was of direct relation to Bassette. Though he hold her prophetic skills in high regard, he had to admit that she was quite the beautiful woman. However, not once would he even consider taking over her body; not only could it not be done, but she was probably ravaged with all sorts of diseases. The Prophet of Malaise shuddered inwardly at the thought of it.
His mood brightened considerably once Bassette asked if he or the little whore had noticed anything strange lately. In fact, he had experienced many visions that the other prophets would surely be interested in hearing about. If there was one positive thing about Baphomet rarely helping others, it was that it left him with more time to meditate on current events and what the future held. "Oh Exalted Elder Prophet, it is quite unfortunate that your age is finally affecting your abilities. But let us not dwell on that, for I have many ominous discoveries to share with you all."
Baphomet paused for a moment, dark orbs slowly moving from one woman to the other. Where to begin? There was a fair deal of information he had to reveal.
"...Let us begin with General Laties Luhma. As you both know, he has betrayed King Osirus and seeks the Odium Sword. Unfortunately, I know little to nothing about this. All I know is that the good general has planned on betraying Osirus for some time now, and that his ambitions are indeed great," he explained monotonously. Baphomet was ashamed to admit that he knew little about something, so he decided to get that bit out of the way first. After all, he had more important matters to discuss with them.
"What I am most concerned about is the enigma that is Lord Eltana Remarque of the North. He and Laties are similar in that neither is loyal to King Osirus, and that they seem to have their own personal agendas. How he came into possession of the Saevio Sword is beyond me, but I do know that he has known of the Odium Sword's location for twenty years now. Every now and then he travels to the Inner Sanctum of the Nocens Atrum Temple and plants various traps and demons to guard the sword. But there is something far more troubling to me..."
The Prophet paused, as if reflecting upon what he was about to say.
"Lord Remarque is being supplied with captives from the Blood Chamber by Lord Nikanoru, and is murdering them in hellish rituals somewhere in the Southern Hills. I have forseen that Nikanoru will soon resign and hand over his position to Eltana, which will obviously give him access to more mortal lives. I conjecture that the disappearances in Lyara could be related to his need for human sacrifice. The most intriguing aspect of this is that he seems to be taking orders or collaborating with someone--someone who seems always to be at his side, but cannot be seen."
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Prophet Bassette
Prophets of Alyssus
Prophet of Good Health of Mind, Body, and Soul.
"Lumen blesses those who Believe"
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Post by Prophet Bassette on Sept 26, 2007 18:20:46 GMT -8
Freya's tone and mocking attitude displeased Bassette, as did the lack of her knowledge of the circumstances at hand. Bassette let out a small sigh, her hands still placed elegantly against her lap. She closed her eyes as she considered her sister's interesting circumstances.
"Perhaps if you were less interested in pleasing men you could see the worrisome state that Alyssus is in, fine sister. As you were born to do..." Bassette replied.
Upon hearing Baphoment mock her about her sight, Bassette crossed her arms over her chest to clearly show her dislike for the treatment in which she was being shown. But shock and disappointment replaced her sour look upon hearing of Baphomet's visions. They were highly disturbing as she could now clearly see what Baphoment spoke of. She frowned in worry as she hands were uncrossed and pressed together.
"Ah yes...Eltana Remarque...he's quite a troubled man...Its sickening to think of the lives he's destroying for such an atrocity...But whom he is collaborating with? I've tried to delve into Eltana's soul...but its like walking through hell fire itself. His soul is impervious to my senses..." Bassette said worriedly.
"Surely...his ambitions are not going to help the dire situation of Alyssus...But even more so...is the lack of activity from the Order. They have the Cruor sword, but the General does not wish to do anything with it. However..." Bassette glanced at her fellow prophets. Her face was clearly creased with worry.
"I'm afraid that the Order will be forced into doing something soon however. If Eltana does not kill the Sergeant Israfel Deu Ausgard first, Osirus is surely planning on using the boy to go after Laties and to attack Gurella. If Laties does not retrieve the Odium sword before hand, he will have no chance against Israfel. Osirus plans to infuse him with the evil that surrounds the sword. If that happens...he will become a possessed Knight in which...could only be cured by a high level of magic...I do worry about the viera Lourette...if she does not leave the castle...Osirus will surely have her murdered if not, transformed into another possessed Knight..." Bassette informed.
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Prophet Camine
Prophets of Alyssus
Does it look like I care?
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Post by Prophet Camine on Sept 26, 2007 19:33:21 GMT -8
“Forgive me for my tardiness, I was distracted by the recent events.” a soft voice called out as the shadows suddenly formed into a oval before disappearing to reveal a young man, looking to be in his late teens, sitting down. His head was resting against an arm that was draped over a bent knee while the other was resting on the leg that was tucked between the crack between a bent leg. Eye lids fluttered open to reveal a pair of sky blue colored eyes instead of the normal milky blue. Slowly, his eyes moved to look at the other prophets one by one before he bowed his head in respect of the older prophets.
“Bassette, Baphomet, Freya.” He acknowledged them all by age but when it came to Baphomet, he said it with a greater amount of respect.
Could it be considered that it was because that Prophet was the older then he and the only other male? No, it was not that. Overall, Camine respected him, in fact, he tried to be like him but in the end he knew it all too well that he could only be in Baphomet’s shadow. But the ’teen’ considered it more of an honor and often hid how much he admired the older prophet but in his eyes anyone could see the admiration of a child.
Camine slowly rubbed his eyes at the sudden ability of sight and sad to say, the sudden ability hurt his eyes. “It’s been some time, how have you been? I shall assume annoyed at this sudden meeting, though I dare say it is ’good’ to see you all.” He ran his fingers through his hair as he settled his sight on Bassette before letting his arm fall over his knee before he spoke again. “Why are we here? Feel free to take your time, I’d love to see Osirus’ expression when I return to my body.”
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Prophet Freya
Prophets of Alyssus
"Care to come in for a little?"
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Post by Prophet Freya on Sept 29, 2007 7:20:57 GMT -8
"Ah! Camine, my dear brother!" Freya couldn't help but walk up to the youngest of the prophets, put her arms around him and kiss both of his cheeks. Why she held young Camine in such esteem was simply because he was not Bassette or Baphomet.
"You may wish to tell your liege that I am currently in Du Aurella..." she whispered into the prophet's ear before turning around to face all three of her siblings. "And, actually, yes, I do remember seeing something that includes the General Luhma..." she said, holding out one hand, palm up. A deck of playing cards materialized out of thin air, landing in the Lustful Prophet's hand. Slowly, she began shuffling the cards, speaking as she did so.
"I'm sure you all know about the General Luhma's leaving the King Osirus's castle, and his betrayal of the King Osirus himself... Well, yes, that is all true and dandy, but there is also something else..." Slowly, she drew the top card of the deck, holding it with her first two fingers and showing it to her siblings. It was the Queen of Hearts.
"But, alas, there is another thing the General Luhma must have... It is the Princess Naahra..." Slowly, the image on the card twisted until it resembled Naahra Valhalla. "The Princess Naahra loves the General Luhma, and he knows this. But, despite what the General Luhma has said, he does not love the Princess Naahra at all."
Slowly, she turned the card bearing Naahra's likeness on it away from her brothers and sister. "He is just using her..." she muttered, turning it back around and fanning out the four cards that mysteriously appeared behind the Queen. The cards were in this order: The Ace, King, Queen, Jack, and Ten of hearts. "He's just using her as a queen for his Royal Flush..."
Slowly, she placed the cards back into the deck and continued shuffling. "In my opinion, if the Princess Naahra doesn't get her act together, she may be in some grave danger... To the General Luhma, her life could be just one of his bargaining chips..."
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Post by Prophet Baphomet on Sept 29, 2007 19:48:55 GMT -8
The Prophet of Malaise listened attentively as the elder prophet shared her views on the situation. Though he hated to admit it, he agreed with everything she said: Even though he held a fair amount of respect for the ambitious man, Baphomet knew that Eltana was too dangerous to be left alone. He didn't have much to base it on, but he suspected that Eltana was planning something of great magnitude. And considering that a war was already being waged between King Osirus and the rebellion, the timing couldn't be worse. Even though he wished that someone would take him out, he knew it wouldn't be likely.
The Order of Lumen... yes, they were far too inactive. They had the Cruor Sword in their grasp, yet they refused to do anything with it. Their lack of moral and will to fight against the tyranny of Osirus disturbed him. In truth, Baphomet hoped that Israfel would become possessed and commit an atrocity relatively soon--it would push the Order to take some initiative. An evil, yes, but a very necessary one. Osirus' retribution against Gurella for Laties' crimes would indeed be great; in turn, the Order would realize the gravity of the situation and finally get off their lazy asses and take some action!
Baphomet gave Camine a glance of acknowledgment before returning his dark gaze to the other prophets. He was pretty neutral about the boy: he admired his prophetic abilities and considered him superior to that prostitute Freya, but he found something about him rather annoying--he couldn't put his finger on it, but it pestered him greatly. Perhaps the fact that Camine was careless enough to be captured by Osirus disappointed him; perhaps he expected more of the boy. But Baphomet knew that he really shouldn't hold that against him: it wasn't really his fault, at least in his opinion.
His mood quickly made a turn for the worse as Freya shared her insight. Who cared what some prostitute had to say? Certainly not Baphomet! Listening to the ramblings of that promiscuous harlot was only wasting their precious, precious time. Letting out an annoyed snarl, Baphomet began, "Thank-you very much for showing us that you know how to play cars, dear. Why don't you run back to your client, disgraceful prostitute? The prophets have important matters to discuss."
Clearing his nonexistent throat after undermining his fellow prophet, Baphomet resumed, "...I'm sure we all know that Laties Luhma is interested in the princess, and that, like Eltana, he is up to something. We're all working on determining exactly what that is, I'm sure--at least I am. As for Princess Naahra, I believe that she is of little-to-no importance. It is my belief that Laties intends to use her as a bargaining chip against Osirus, but I sincerely doubt that will work, considering the tight leash Queen Marcelle has on her daughter--figuratively and literally...."
The Prophet paused before continuing, "....In fact, I believe it would be for the best if Naahra met an untimely demise. Her death would push Eros to follow the Path of Lumen and separate himself from his wicked father. Not only that, it would undoubtedly be a great blow to Osirus and Marcelle and incite great chaos in Du Aurella. And that is exactly what we need, no?"
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Prophet Camine
Prophets of Alyssus
Does it look like I care?
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Post by Prophet Camine on Sept 29, 2007 20:15:23 GMT -8
Camine smiled as his ‘sister’ was quick to hug him before returning the hug with his own tight one. So long has he been separated from his fellow prophets since he was ’captured’ by Osirus. “It is good to see you, Freya.” he murmured into her ear as he added, “I’ll be sure to tell the old man you are in Du Aurella.”
Once she pulled away, he crossed his arms and leaned most of his weight against his right foot as he watched Freya pull out her magical card trick that never ceased to amaze him. Sometimes he asked himself, ‘how old am I really?’ since he was amazed by what most children would be amazed as. As he thought that he slapped his hand against his forehead in a scolding manner. Once Baphomet began speaking his eyes were some what literally glued onto him.
As the conversation went on, a frown began to grow his face before a sigh escaped him and he raised his hand in a polite interrupting manner. “Are you sure we should be focusing out attention on those three? Despite the fact as our roles as prophets, which I remind you is never to favor one over another, have you looked passed that?” Camine let his arms fall to his side as he walked towards the middle of their circle and swung him arm slightly to reveal a blurred image.
“While you all are focused on what is going on with the humans, I have been focusing my attention elsewhere. As prophets we are able to see into the future whenever we like unless it is a major vision, I’ve noticed that I am unable to see into the Nocens Atrum Temple.” He said as he pointed at the image. “I was however able to find the location of one of the swords of sin before I was… ‘Assaulted’.”
Camine pointed out where the sword was clear to see while the middle was more blurred out. “Something is guarding the sword and that something managed to ‘touch’ me. I was out cold for weeks from what I was told and when I tried to see back into the temple, I wasn’t able to go past the doors leading into the temple.” He waved his hand away to let the image fade before he crossed his arms. “Has anyone experienced this before?”
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Prophet Bassette
Prophets of Alyssus
Prophet of Good Health of Mind, Body, and Soul.
"Lumen blesses those who Believe"
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Post by Prophet Bassette on Sept 30, 2007 15:56:22 GMT -8
Throughout the conversation and Freya's bouncing flirting ways coupled with her cards, Bassette could only stand there, her arms cradling each other as she stared into oblivion. What her fellow prophets were revealing to her was beginning to spin a wicked web of worries. The thought that Eltana Remarque could possibly be a worse enemy to the world than Osirus bothered her greatly. And her face showed it. Never in any of her long years had Bassette looked so truly worried, and so truly old. But like her prophets, Bassette had been born with a rather unnatural and unusually long sense of aging. Her age, even though she'd hate to admit it, was indeed a worry for not only her, but her retainer as well. But coupled with worry, her tired eyes showed her true time in this world. Taking a deep breath, she allowed her thoughts and the words of the others to mingle.
Even though the prophets saw relatively the same images of Alyssus' future and her residences, their opinions on the matters constantly changed the views in which way they could be manipulated. Bassette hated the way Baphomet presented the worries of Eltana, she despised the thought of Freya bringing up Princess Naahra's unfortunate circumstances, and she feared what would come of Camine's blindness of what was guarding the sinful sword. Bassette brought a hand to her forehead, her fingers trailing over the golden circlet that was always present on the Seventh Plane. Deciphering what was to be done about not only her foggy sight, but Camine's as well, Bassette looked long and hard at those before her.
"I cannot say...that I wish to see what is guarding that sword...but as you put it...I cannot see it either..." What must be done? What must I do to change these horrible images and clear these bad thoughts? Perhaps I need to...
"Ask of Baphomet. He often takes residence unto that temple...well, Baphomet? Can you see who or what guards the sword? Is it one of Eltana's tricks or some sort of demon he has employed?" She asked in a low voice. Truly, this visit upon the prophets was turning into a much more frightening ordeal then she had planned. Suddenly, a fuzzy image appeared next to her and it slowly materialized a young teen. Standing next to Bassette was her retainer, Azazeal. Glancing about, he nodded in respect to the other prophets, his white hair flowing about his face and ram horns freely.
"Lady Bassette, I awoke to find you in your meditative state. I was not aware you were planning to visit the Aînés this night...Had something happened..."
"I know, I'm sorry Azazeal, but I did not wish to wake you..." Bassette said kindly, her face taking on a loving smile as she addressed Azazeal. The young, pale, and pretty boy turned his dull silver eyes to those before him and stood with his hands at his side, his long blue and white outfit in which he was presented in the Seventh Plane. Azazeal knew very well the other prophets. He shared a very sour view of them, but it did not show on his face. But he did not hide his dislike for Freya's retainer, Lucien. He viewed him as a foul and inappropriate man for protecting a prophet, even if she was not one of the more respected prophets.
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Post by Prophet Baphomet on Sept 30, 2007 19:22:31 GMT -8
If he could roll his eyes at the younger prophet's criticism, Baphomet definitely would have. As far as he was concerned, Freya wasn't a prophet: She was just some prostitute with laughably pathetic powers who was allowed the honor of being in her presence; a third wheel who believed herself to be greater than she actually was. He'd strip her of her title and cast her aside if he ever had the chance, but he knew that day would never come--no matter how much he hoped it would.
Baphomet watched attentively as Camine projected the blurred image and explained his problems with seeing into the dreaded Nocens Atrum Temple. He, too, had the same problem: he was once able to see into the Chamber of the Odium Sword without any problems, but lately he was blocked from the sacred room by a mysterious force. The Prophet didn't experience any sort of blackout afterward; perhaps he might have if he had tried entering it again after the initial attempt failed. His train of thought was interrupted by Bassette's inquiry.
"...Prophet Camine, I, too, have experienced such a problem. Recently I attempted to gain access to the Odium Sword's chamber; a strong force intercepted me before I could enter and tossed me back. There was something about whatever stopped me that greatly disturbed me: it reeked of blood--the blood of young children, and a great deal of it. Some of it smelled fresh, while the rest seemed old and dried."
The Prophet of Malaise paused for a short while, dark orbs perusing over his fellow prophets. Surprisingly, the usually apathetic Baphomet seemed to be genuinely upset by this. He payed Azazeal no mind, as if he didn't even notice him entering.
"Speaking of the Nocens Atrum Temple, there is something else I noticed. Every now and then, I see figures cloaked in dark shrouds wandering through the deepest bowels of the temple. They reek of death and move like ghosts through the corridors. These mysterious beings move as one--almost as if they have the same mentality. Finally, they arrive at their destination: the Odium Sword Chamber. Once they enter, none exit. Surely they must somehow be related to the creature guarding the sword."
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Prophet Freya
Prophets of Alyssus
"Care to come in for a little?"
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Post by Prophet Freya on Oct 1, 2007 6:52:40 GMT -8
Freya narrowed her eyes at her older brother and sister, but said nothing. She continued to shuffle the cards, her eyes flicking to and from the other prophets. One of her feline ears twitched involuntarily as she she listened to her siblings speaking. She remained silent, but, once her sister's retainer appeared, she couldn't help but let out a groan of apparent disgust.
"Alright, now this is just damn ridiculous!" she shouted, throwing the cards up into the air and allowing them to fall around her and Lucian, who simply growled at the horned boy. "For the love of all..." The prophet shook her head, then stepped forward to Camine. "My dear Camine, I will be taking my leave of you now... Don't forget to inform your liege of my being in Du Aurella!" she said happily, throwing her arms around her younger 'brother', kissing both of his cheeks as she did when he arrived.
Slowly, she turned back around, her fingers running through Lucian's black and white fur. "I will be taking my leave of you now, considering I am not wanted here, anyway..." With that, she shot a vicious glare at Baphomet. "Besides, I can't leave my clients waiting for me!" Laughing silently, she turned around, whispering something to Lucian. Hearing what his mistress said, the tiger made a sound that resembled laughing mixed with snarling. Freya had long disappeared into the shadows, leaving the Seventh Plane.
The tiger slowly transformed back from his beast form, taking the shape of a handsome young male. "Now..." he spoke only to the ram-horned freak that stood before him, "I know you don't like me, and I know that I don't like you very much either..." He adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "So, be a dear and learn not to show your emotions, will you?" Giving a sneer of disgust, he turned around, also disappeaing into the shadows.
~*Freya's gone!*~
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Prophet Camine
Prophets of Alyssus
Does it look like I care?
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Post by Prophet Camine on Oct 11, 2007 19:01:26 GMT -8
Camine turned his head slightly to look at the retainer appeared, a small frown forming on his face as he did but he quickly brushed it off. A retainer… Something he did not have, something he secretly longed for but still he did not have. A consequence of becoming a captive to Osirus. He shook his head slightly as if to shake the thoughts of longing from him as he turned nodded at the remaining prophets.
“I see… I hate to say this but I believe Alyssus is taking a turn for the worst. Truth be told, I cannot wait for this body of mine to ‘die’.” He raised his hands and placed them on the side of his head, eyes scrunched together slightly. “I’ve seen as far as I could and I see chaos, complete pandemonium. A black cloud will descend upon Alyssus and what is hidden in the dark I can only imagine. I hear Nocens Atrum’s voice. Loud and clear but I’m unsure if it is truly his voice.”
His arms fell down to his sides limply in defeat, “The Rise of Four Moons is drawing closer and we will soon have to tell them of it. This will throw Alyssus further into destruction’s grasp as it is torn in half while they decide whether they should continue looking for the swords or the dragons.” Camine let out a small shout of frustration as he squatted down and covered his head with his arms like a child in the corner attempting to hide from a beating.
“Why? Why do they all think we have such important roles?” His fingers dug into his arms. “Why do the look up to us as though we are gods? And fear us as though we are demons?” Camine stared at the ground with a sad expression. “Why do we have such a high status when we’re nothing but messengers?”
He did not understand. After all, despite the fact of mature mind of an adult, emotionally he was still a child.
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