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Post by Raphael Relelhart on Jan 2, 2017 20:14:04 GMT -5
Raphael gazed at the sleeping drug addict as he lay on the ground shaking - but under a magical sleep. He had brought him a blanket and a bucket of water to help wean him off of that horrible drug; stardust. In his mind, he recognized that everyone has their own vices. For some it is silver, others violence, and others their ego. For this poor soul, it was a false high.
He had healed his wounds, apologized for his harsh behavior, and let the poor soul take a much needed rest.
He gazed at the scales of balance, the diamonds glistening with the candle light. Life was such a fragile thing. Always in a downward spiral towards death.
He pondered his recent actions and the things that had transpired not too long ago. It felt like he was starting to be seen as a villain as of late - and this was without good cause. No matter his differences, he had never murdered or stolen from anyone. His recent staged arrest had made his lack of trust entirely too noticeable.
He let out a sigh, and could feel his spirit leave his body and swirl around the Temple. For a second, he thought he could see the world from beyond himself. He statistically calculated his odds of survival, of success, and of perceived happiness. He knew what he had to do, and he knew that he could not count on a soul in this village to help him. They all had their own vices, and had no room to be his crutch.
He fell to his knees before the scales, praying to the gods for divine wisdom and insight.
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Post by thewolfinman on Jan 5, 2017 10:08:33 GMT -5
You feel a crackle of energy in your brain, a snapping sound from inside yourself and suddenly you are not where you were. You stand in a chaotic plane of mismatched floors, floating islands and objects at odd angles. You suddenly come to the realization that all the objects are recognizable as those within the temple, just skewed. The floors are an amalgam of all the floors that have ever been in this temple. You feel odd. Out of place. You feel...disorganized. A disembodied voice laughs at you from all around. It seems high pitched and female. "Poor little Pal-a-den. Are you lost little sheep? But wouldn't you agree, lost is the best place to be?" Your head starts to throb menacingly as she speaks. She giggles some more. "You know what little black lamb? I think lost is exactly where you need to be." The pain in your head slowly mounts to unbearable levels. "Trust in the unplanned, black lamb your life is just...too orderly." She pauses at this last bit, contemplating what she wishes to say oblivious to the searing pain in your brain. "Allow me to give you a brief but sweet gift youngling. The gift of CHAOS" The vision fades. You sit in your temple, head throbbing immensely as your consciousness seeps out of your head like a leak in a boat. You feel something else under the pain. Something sweet that you have never experienced before. In the seconds before you pass out slumped on the floor you realize what the creature has done. It has given you a brief, momentary glimpse. You have felt the briefest flash of true happiness. When you awaken several hours later to the sound of your ward retching on the floor you realize in your crumpled heap that the vision and the first real emotion you have ever felt were now just memories.
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Post by Raphael Relelhart on Jan 5, 2017 13:18:44 GMT -5
Raphael sat up - still slightly dazed and confused. He glanced around the Temple, suspicious as if he was in the shadow dimension again. Almost relieved, he noted that things seem as they should be.
That feeling... it was something new. His mind questioned it - he couldn't decide if it was a positive thing or not. One thing was certain, he had met Deirdre, the Goddess of Chaos. He had heard her voice, and strangely enough, survived it.
He gazed at the addict, wondering if he regularly experienced that feeling that he had just encountered when using Stardust. He wondered what this gift was? The headache? The glimpse into something he could not have? Not much of a gift to be taken away so quickly.
He looked at the scales. They appeared unbalanced.
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Post by Raphael Relelhart on Jan 6, 2017 13:45:22 GMT -5
After a few moments of quiet deliberation, Raphael sets out from the Temple.
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