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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Jul 19, 2011 0:03:58 GMT -6
Icylius wandered into the graveyard passing through the rows of the deceased. The moon was out, giving off what light it could, illuminating the gravestones. As he walked along he checked every stone for the name he was looking for. And by the fifth row he had found her. The gravestone read, Neeva aeka in poorly chiseled letters. Icylius stared at the lettering and remembered how he had to bury her himself, and how hard he was crying the day he chiseled her name into the rock that marked her grave. He had a bouquet of flowers in his right hand and he gently placed them over her resting place. For the past four years he would make his way out to the graveyard on the anniversary of her death, and today was that day. Icylius sat down in front of his best and only friend's gravestone and quietly hummed a lullaby that she used to sing to him when they were kids. She always sang it to him to put him to sleep, and it worked every time.
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jul 19, 2011 0:26:42 GMT -6
Azrael walked amongst the dead grass that was in the graveyard. Dampe the gravekeeper was getting too old to tend to the grounds...it would be soon that Azrael will lead him to the afterlife.
The Desert Monk stopped as he noticed a lone figure sitting before a headstone...humming a strange lullaby.
"What is your business this late?" Azrael spoke up to the lone figure. The monks hood was up and the wind softly blew...it seemed to speak. It carried the voices and the tales of the dead to those who were sensitive to the dead.
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Jul 19, 2011 0:31:42 GMT -6
Icylius stopped humming, a spark of anger rose up inside him but it was subtle. He did not want to be disturbed, especially by a person. "You will leave me alone, this is my business," he replied, not looking over his shoulder. Icylius then ignored Azrael and resumed his lullaby.
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jul 19, 2011 0:39:25 GMT -6
"I would change the tone of your voice when you speak to one who walks with the spirits, fool." Azrael sternly said. No matter if this fool was grieving or not...none had the right to speak to one of the Desert Monks in such a way. Ben floated next to Azrael and watched in silence, he did not know if his master was in danger or not.
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Jul 19, 2011 0:46:58 GMT -6
Eldrin approached the man, drawn by the lullaby. He wasn't exactly sure why he was in the graveyard in the first place... He had just been wandering around Kakariko Village, aimless as usual. Then suddenly, out of nowhere comes the sound of someone humming a lullaby. Naturally, Eldrin was drawn to the sound. "Neeva, huh?" He asked, acting as if he'd known this stranger his whole life. "What happened to her?"
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Jul 19, 2011 0:49:17 GMT -6
Icylius ignored Azrael for a long time before speaking in a very soft voice, "Why are you here, why must you disturb me while I grieve?" his voice was almost inaudible, almost apologetic. And then another person appeared, asking how Neeva had died. Icylius kept silent before returning to his feet; his eyes never left her grave. "She was murdered.." he whispered.
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jul 19, 2011 0:56:08 GMT -6
"Being one who was raised with the dead...Every graveyard, tomb and other places of rest...I consider my home...and one does have the right to ask strangers why they are in their home at an unusual time of night." Azrael replied.
"And you don't speak to the master in such a tone either!! He can-!!" Ben said aloud, starting fly at the lone figure before Azrael grabbed the Poe by his hood and said "Easy, boy. Easy."
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Jul 19, 2011 1:01:07 GMT -6
"I see," he responded, ignoring Ben. The poe would be easily defeated had things escalated to a fight. Although Icylius had come this late to avoid having to see or talk to anyone, he would not dare fight near Neeva's grave.
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Jul 19, 2011 1:04:40 GMT -6
Eldrin noticed Azrael, and was forced to suppress an over-enthusiastic greeting. This man seemed to be very sad... And sometimes sadness could not be healed by happiness. Wait! How did he know that? He never really had much sadness in his life! How could he know about it. Eldrin shrugged and turned his attention back to the man. "Hm... Murdered... By who?" Eldrin asked, kneeling in front of the grave and examining the sloppy etching on the tombstone.
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jul 19, 2011 1:14:33 GMT -6
Ben stopped struggling and Azrael let him go. Whoever he was mourning...she was murdered. Azrael could somewhat relate...except his family was SLAUGHTERED. He exhaled heavily and walked up to the headstone and looked upon it.
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Jul 19, 2011 7:56:32 GMT -6
Icylius was silent for a long time before answering Eldrin's question, "By her father," he murmured. He turned away from the grave and faced the two people who had shown up to disturb him. "Who are you two?"
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Post by Mike/Garen on Jul 19, 2011 10:00:27 GMT -6
Another hooded figure made its way up the path to the graveyard. Except, this one wasn't interested about the details of who died and who would be up this late. He walked in after hearing the question, "Who are you two?".
"Azrael, Eldrin, why are you two disturbing this man when he merely wishes to grieve?" Garen asked, answering the stranger's question with another. His vision panned over to the stranger, "I am sorry my good man. These two are always sticking their noses into everyone's business." He said in a lighter, friendlier tone.
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jul 19, 2011 12:05:37 GMT -6
"Like I've told this man here...one has the right to question others who invade his home at strange hours of the night."Azrael said to Garen. It was shocking to him that all of his supposed allies have forgotten what his role in life was.
"As for what Eldrin is doing here...I havn't the foggiest...he seems to go wherever the wind blows."
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Jul 19, 2011 13:13:54 GMT -6
Icylius frowned as yet another man entered the graveyard, I understand why the monk is here, but why must everyone else show up as well?" he thought, wanting them all to go away. "What are your names?"
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Post by Mike/Garen on Jul 19, 2011 16:10:38 GMT -6
"Garen Arthis, Assassin of Hyrule." He introduced.
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