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Post by Faolannus on Sept 5, 2011 14:44:59 GMT -5
C'celus and Cayden stand at the mouth of the River in the depths of a cave hidden in Greece. "This cave is hard to come by let alone survivable by regular humans. We should be fine when Charon gets here...I have the payment to get across to the otherside."
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 5, 2011 16:34:00 GMT -5
"Charon? Is that a name I should know?"
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 5, 2011 19:06:12 GMT -5
"He is...the Ferryman. He is the only safe passage to and from the gates of hell." Cayden slipped two gold pieces out of his sporran and held them up. A robed skeleton pushed his boat up to the docks at the mouth of the river. "Come it is time."
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 5, 2011 19:25:47 GMT -5
C'celus stepped into the boat, his metalic arm instinctively resting on Mortalbane.
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 6, 2011 19:33:29 GMT -5
The River Styx ran long and slow. The lost souls that could not make the way of the ferry man swam forever to never make it to their last resting spot. "At the gates of Hell rests a dark monster, scarier than anything left on earth. A monster with all the twisted nature of humanity's worse person, with all the strength and power of the Celtic gods." Cayden said solemnly as he worked a poem in his little writting book.
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 8, 2011 15:59:49 GMT -5
C'celus looks at the souls. realizing the potential magical power this river could produce if utilized correctly, he makes a mental note to read up on necromancy and magic siphoning later.
"And this monster is who we are he to see?"
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 9, 2011 15:25:03 GMT -5
"My older brother..." He said solemnly as the boat moved forth through the river of souls.
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 9, 2011 15:33:18 GMT -5
C'celus wasn't bothered by the statement. almost excited, he felt like the air was charged.
"I see."
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 9, 2011 15:58:26 GMT -5
The boat came to a stop as it reached the gates of hell. There was when the color in Cayden's face drained. Next to the gate was a crucifix like stand with broken runic chains and the blood stained mess that were the nails that kept his body in place, meant to last for an eternity. "No...this can't be..." As he got out and walked forward to touch the cross he fell to his knees. "Oh fate what cards have you dealt for humanity...?"
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 9, 2011 16:01:24 GMT -5
"No big loss. The strong and powerful will save the weak and pathetic. Isn't that what you believe?"
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 9, 2011 16:33:51 GMT -5
"He's stronger than me in every way. He is the first High King and the King of Druids. He's a magical power the likes that this world should never see again, and now that he's free...without the other Tuathai de Dannan...I fear the worst is yet to come."
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 9, 2011 16:38:08 GMT -5
"You imprisoned this monster once, yes? last time you had more like you. This time, you have more of, what are they called here? Supers? You have Supers here this time. that should compensate fine, right?"
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 9, 2011 16:54:06 GMT -5
"I can only hope." He said standing up and walking back towards the boat. "If not, it will be the end of the world as we know it."
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