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Post by Ezekiel Harkness on Mar 4, 2010 17:29:50 GMT -7
Ezekiel stared out at the black ocean, listening to the crashing waves. The murky area was pleasant, or at least more pleasant than the bright world, why was he even here. He 0bserved the other ships, submarines, and other transportation methods come to the shore.
Sighing he threw his scythe over his shoulder before turning his back to the drowning waters. Not that he was afraid of the waters, he just acknowledged its fatality to him. Death wasn't something he feared, but he preferred to die in the name of He Without A Name.
What could he possibly do today? He hadn't a clue as he just walked a few paces away. Before stopping as he began to walk into someone, he didn't apologize nor did he plan to. The other couldn't have been to blind not to see him so it was that person's problem not his.
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Post by High Priest Thomas Ravenfall on Mar 5, 2010 22:51:24 GMT -7
Port Bold... One of the cities in his nation considered 'open' to outsiders. As grand as it may be, Thomas couldn't help but wish he didn't need to leave his temple, at the center of the nation. Of course, he wouldn't be able to remain in his temple at all times... But to be so close to the ocean... The water he loathed so much... It merely served to remind him that his nation was kept segregated from the rest of the world, perhaps the greatest reason He Without A Name was seen as a myth by some, a monster by others.
Neither of these was true, of course. He Without A Name was as benevolent a God as any should wish for... At least, to those who followed him. On the day he returned, those who followed him would be granted eternal happiness and bliss. Those who sneered at the mention of his name, would suffer for all time.
Of course, the time of His return was still far off. As far as Thomas had become concerned, it wouldn't be until long after his reign over the Nation had ended. In his communications with He Without A Name, both he and his Lord had reached the conclusion that the God's return was not to come about until the majority of their planet accepted his teachings.
In the meantime, Thomas was the leader of his people, both in governance and in religious practices, and, to gather new followers and keep the Nation stable, he had to make these public appearances. To leave his home to show his people that here, in their country, they had a leader who would do anything to keep them lively, to keep them happy...
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Post by Ezekiel Harkness on Mar 6, 2010 20:56:01 GMT -7
Ezekiel somewhat disliked this area. He disliked it because of the people, the people that crowd the area. They weren't his people half the time. If they were he would feel a bit more at ease. These other people, these travelers, the ones taking refuge are probably the same one who had cursed and spoke lies about this place. Calling it horrid and a cruel place. This place wasn't cruel there were just certain rules that must be followed.
Still with his enhanced hearing he could hear the crashing waves, the same waves that bring these people to the Nation Of He Without A Name. He sharply exhaled as he readjusted his scythe, before having a familiar sense flow over him. Others that aren't from his nation would tremble from it, calling it fear. Fear here was foreign, they understood it yes, but didn't experience it.
He looked up and broke away from his train of thought to see the Avatar of He Without A Name. In Ezekiel's eyes he was a great man and would gladly die fighting under him. Instantly he dropped to one knee and bowed his head, "High Priest Ravenfall, it is unexpected to see you out here. Are you enjoying the day?" Ezekiel asked keeping his eyes on the ground until responded to.
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Post by High Priest Thomas Ravenfall on Mar 6, 2010 21:23:44 GMT -7
Turning his head at the sound of his title, Thomas recognized one of the Nation's most prized monks, a one Ezekiel Harkness. The High Priest had grown to trust him, almost as much as one of his own body guards. His loyalty to the Nation, the High Priest, and most importantly, He Without A Name, was almost unrivaled throughout the land.
Here was a man who respected the goals of their nation, and who would do whatever it took to see things through. Needless to say, he was a man Thomas was more than glad to have wander the country freely.
"Indeed I am, Ezekial. What, may I ask, brings a Black Monk as powerful as yourself, to our nation's fine city of Port Bold? Perhaps you are on a small vacation? Has the tavern been treating you well, my boy?" And, with the same fatherly tone that he spoke to all his 'children' with, Thomas acknowledged his powerful asset...
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Post by Ezekiel Harkness on Mar 7, 2010 8:34:32 GMT -7
Ezekiel heard the words of Thomas, "No, I wasn't I was just...monitoring the ins and outs. So many new people have been coming I was just making sure that their would be no trouble from the outsiders." Ezekiel has traveled the world he learned many things. People think that this place brainwashes its citizens with lies. So many people have been trying to find proof of some pure evil.
It was sickening they don't search for other evils in the other nations. Guess everyone needs an enemy. But if they dare cause trouble Ezekiel will be the solution. "The tavern has always been so hospitable that I'm finding hard ways to pay them back. And if you do not mind me asking how have you been these past weeks."
Ezekiel's head still bowed as he continued the conversation. He was normally less sociable and it was rare for him to look anyone in the eyes. But in this case it was purely out of respect.
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Post by High Priest Thomas Ravenfall on Mar 7, 2010 14:35:04 GMT -7
He was, indeed, loyal to the Nation. For that alone, it was always a pleasure for Thomas to run into Ezekiel, a true follower of their religion. One who could be trusted above numerous others. "In that, I understand, my child... The outsiders look on us with fear, because of the darkness in our hearts, and for that they are fools. While it is true, we can excrete fear, we are not evil, you know this better than some. We care for our people, and our planet... The darkness in which we dwell is merely our comfort zone, for that we are thankful. However, the visitors to our nation recently have been exceptionally well behaved! If any seek answers, they are free to question us on our beliefs, as long as they do not attack our culture." As those fools from the Barren Wastes are so prone to... The parents of their leader knew He Without A Name, and chose to lock him away out of their own greed and desire to rule the planet... And now? They treat him as merely a legend... As being far less than he truly was...
Yet, that was not important at the moment. For now, Thomas would enjoy the time spent in the company of one of his followers. "Ah, there is no need to repay the kindness of your brethren, Ezekiel... For we are all one, here... Each of us does our part, to insure we function well as a whole! As you act as a warrior in the steed of He Without A Name, and as I act as His Avatar! We thank one another in fulfilling our roles... And, I know Ezekiel, that you fulfill your role better than some!"
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Post by Glaceuis Eice Enzekhel on Mar 7, 2010 15:34:33 GMT -7
It had been...too long since Eice had been to the port of the country. Even with the promise it held of certain death, water was something Eice loved...in very small drops and fine ocean mists, it was harmless...the very reason he loved to go to the port and stand on the docks and feel the spray and smell the ocean...
And so he had come again, after what felt like years, and perhaps it had been. The port certainly felt different than last time he had come here. Whenever he came here, those who noticed him would always stare at him in awe. Unlike the others, the sea was a wonder to him...it held promise of death in its cold embrace, but that would be a divine fate for one such as Eice...
And now, as he strode slowly along, most did not even notice him, his form shimmering and rippling like smoky liquid as he went. He could hear the others around him, hear his own robes and the trailing cloth of his blindfold flapping in the breeze, and he smiled slightly, glad once again he had not stripped all of the feelings of touch from his body.
In addition to hearing, in his mind he could see quite plainly, everything outlined with glowing lines of red and purple, letting him find his way quite clearly, almost better than if he could see with his eyes. And two of these figures, up ahead, were giving off much more of a glow than most others.
One of them could only be...was it even possible for his luck to be such...? The High Priest...here? A chance meeting? Or...was it more? It did not matter, in truth, and so Eice changed his course to head toward his High Priest and the other.
When he was within ten feet, he slowly dropped to one knee in a bow, lowering his sightless gaze to the ground. "High Priest...Ravenfall..." he whispered. It had taken him a moment to remember his High Priest's name, so many had he seen come and go.
"It is...an honor...to finally meet you personally..." he continued. His voice was raspy and quiet, scratching in his throat. How long had it been, before this day, since he had spoken aloud...?
He would acknowledge the other in due course, of course, as was courtesy. At least, it had been courtesy during his last venture out...but that had been some tim ago...and courtesies changed. But, regardless, he would go by what he knew.
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Post by Ezekiel Harkness on Mar 7, 2010 16:51:54 GMT -7
Ezekiel listened to his leader and was uplifted by his words. High Priest Thomas was always such a great speaker and knew what words to say. Ezekiel he listened to his comment on him trying to payback the tavern owners. But he still felt a bit wrong about it, he would think of something.
Then a sound of another person filled his ears. That was helpfil considering he would run out of words to say. Ezekiel turned slightly towards the other as he seemed to have stalled on the name. With that pause he could have only guessed he forgot it. Ezekiel's enhanced senses could tell by the heart rate.
He would let that one pass only because he was of his kind. If it would have been someone else, Ezekiel might have went off the handle and attacked them. Oh well, Ezekiel also analyzed the way the other talk. It was rough as if the other drunk pure sand. Interesting.
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Post by High Priest Thomas Ravenfall on Mar 10, 2010 1:04:32 GMT -7
As he spoke with his loyal follower, Thomas could feel another coming towards him. Turning towards the voice with a bright smile, Thomas registered the unique look of this person. Whoever it was, seemed as though they had been around for quite some time... Yet, they had not remembered the name of their Leader initially? Surely, it was a merchant busied in his job, making profit for the nation, and allowing their practices to continue unperturbed.
"It is good to see you, my child. I, of course, am pleased to meet all of the members of out fine Nation. May He smile upon you! May I ask you're name, so as to properly greet you in return?" Whoever he was, Thomas would be sure to make it clear he was led by a benevolent leader. One who cared deeply for the well being of his followers and countrymen!
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Post by Glaceuis Eice Enzekhel on Mar 10, 2010 7:36:09 GMT -7
Eice heard the words of his High Priest and he was relieved. He could remember once, they had had a less benevolent High Priest who would have been offended by such a thing as his name being forgotten. But High Priest Ravenfall was, truly, as all had said, quite a benevolent and compassionate leader.
"My name, High Priest..." he began, then took a breath. "Is Glaceuis Gelideous Eice Frazhad Enzekhel..." he finished. He could only hope that his name would not be recognized for...certain acts in his past. He had not always had a perfect history with He Without A Name...but now he had perfect faith, thanks to a gift he had received.
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Post by Ezekiel Harkness on Mar 19, 2010 15:07:43 GMT -7
Ezekiel listened to the name, why did it ring a bell inside of his head. Somewhere he has heard that name before, but where? It was on the tip of his tongue. The unsettled feeling bothered Ezekiel so he would have to check up on that later. As well as keep a possible eye on the other. Head still bowed he allowed the conversation to continue.
Maybe the High Priest would know who he was. Not that it w as completely Ezekiel's concern. It just made him uncomfortable.
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