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Post by Caladel, God of Storms on Dec 2, 2006 14:41:17 GMT -5
Nazel opened the door to the temple and walked in. A priest was sitting there with a sailor who was ranting about how Caladel had tried to kill him with a storm. Some cursing was involved.
The priest looked at Nazel and saw the wings and bird head, and seemed to have the urge to scramble backwards.
Nazel spoke in a flat, smooth voice, "Be still, be quiet."
The sailor, just now noticing the avian, shut up immediately. Throughout this time, Nazel had been slowly striding forward, and now he was standing right in front of the two followers.
"I have come to lay down the law." Nazel said.
"Do you mean you are Caladel?" the sailor asked. "Why did you try to kill me with the storm?!"
"I am not Caladel." The avian said. "I am Nazel, Caladel, God of Storms's first and head angel. I have been sent to deliver the commandments that you shall abide by."
He handed over a tattered, but still legible parchment and the priest took it to read. After he was done, he handed it to the sailor.
The sailor, dumbstruck by the "No cursing Caladel" law, immediately asked for forgiveness from Nazel.
"Forgiveness is not mine to give," the angel spoke, "but make a sacrifice to Caladel and it will be granted unto you."
The sailor left immediately to find something to sacrifice. The priest looked at the avian angel confusedly. "How do I know you are Caladel's angel?" he asked.
His question was answered by a small storm that appeared in front of his face, with miniature lightning striking the floor, and rain dripping from the single cloud. "That is how." The avian said simply.
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Post by Varson on Dec 14, 2006 21:58:22 GMT -5
Varson rushed blindly through the open doors of the temple then quickly made his way to the back of the area. He had come here seeking refuge from a band of clansmen chasing him under false accusations of debt. Varson was but a hopeless man living in the streets - he certainly owed no debt but the men seemed content to relentlessly pursue him with such claims.
Soon after, the men burst through the doors, shouting after him. Varson, unsure of what to do, did the first thing that came to his mind. "Those men! They insult your god! I heard them shun his name not a minute or two ago, and now they disturb the peace of your temple!" Varson stood to his full height, hoping that perhaps the followers of this god may rid the room of the clansmen.
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Post by Caladel, God of Storms on Dec 16, 2006 10:29:14 GMT -5
The cloud in front of the priest's face disappeared and Nazel spun around, a look of anger on his birdlike face. "How dare ye!" he shouted at the men who had just entered the temple. He removed his spear from his back and raised its point towards the foremost clansman, waiting for him to come in range of the deadly tip. He unfolded his wings snarled at them. "You dare desecrate Caladel's temple?!"
The priest moved his body to a kneeling position and began to pray to the god of storms, hoping that some supernatural power would be bestowed upon him so that he might help to get rid of the clansmen.
But, alas, he was not...
The sailor shouted at the priest and Nazel, "Do something!" He had no weapon with him, and wasn't much of a fighter anyway, so he was trying to hide behind the great wingspan.
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Post by Varson on Dec 17, 2006 1:09:39 GMT -5
Varson stood at the ready to draw his sword and attack if need be, but hopefully the avian that he assumed to be an avatar of whatever god this temple was devoted to was powerful enough to drive the three clansmen out. Hope wasn't always a good thing to rely on though, but it was his only option at the moment. As the scene unfolded before him, Varson nervously drummed his fingers against his sword hilt.
Seeing the point of the spear not but a few inches from his face, the first clansman took a few steps backwards, encouraging the rest of his gang to do the same. One of them, a rather brutish-looking man, was not so easily intimidated, though.
"You coward! You back down from this bird-headed creature because he points a spear in your direction!? You're a disgrace to the clan! Out of my way!" He shouted as he pushed the retreating clansman aside and advanced towards Caladel's angel. With and angry snarl, the man drew his sword and took a mighty swing at Nazel's spear to knock it away.
Varson held his breath, hoping the avian would destroy the clansmen.
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Post by Caladel, God of Storms on Dec 17, 2006 14:06:37 GMT -5
Nazel tried to hold his spear in place, but he was only the strength of an average human in the temple and could not hold it. The spear tip struck the ground hard, but he kept his right hand on it.
Releasing his left hand, he raised it to create a lightning storm over the head of the burly clansman. "You will die for your disrespect!" He shrieked at the men.
He closed his eyes and a storm appeared in front of him, then opened them as fast as he could.
The priest still prayed, not yet feeling anything...but he did not know that his prayer made the angel slightly stronger. Caladel, help us! he whispered, eyes shut against the skirmish.
The sailor watched everything with confusion, not quite understanding what just happened. He replayed the events in his mind, trying to make sense of everything...An avian comes in here, saying that he is Caladel's angel and giving us commands, then a stranger bursts in, running up to us, three more enter, and the first stranger says they cursed Caladel's name...
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Post by Varson on Dec 23, 2006 14:49:20 GMT -5
The aggressive clansman took a step back at first sight of the storm that had been summoned over his head. Little blasts of lightning struck him repeatedly, with effective bursts of pain that weakened his resolve with each strike. Soon, he lost most of his initial courage and stormed out of the temple with the other two clansmen.
Varson was impressed with the display. Whatever god this temple was built to was relatively unknown, yet the angel had managed to drive off three of the clansmen. "What god does this temple honor?" Varson asked after things had calmed down.
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Post by Caladel, God of Storms on Dec 23, 2006 16:02:53 GMT -5
The priest felt blessed to see the storm powers used by the avian angel, and was unable to answer. All he could do was sit there and stare straight forward, thinking. The avian stood in front of him, wings still spread, trembling in anger. He wanted to pursue the clansmen, but he knew his power would wane before he got very far, and Caladel would not allow it.
Only the sailor, obstinate and not easily impressed, could speak and act. "This temple is to the god of storms, he is called Caladel." He said flatly, "He has half a mind to kill us sailors at sea. It seems that he is a-" He stopped, cut off by a glare from the avian. "-helpful god." He finished, not according to plan, but it seemed to satisfy the great bird.
The priest still sat in his place, dumbfounded...
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Post by Varson on Dec 29, 2006 23:53:52 GMT -5
Varson came to realize that this was his chance to turn things around for the better. To have a god to follow and look up to, protect him from brutes like the clansmen. Thoughts of how improved his life would be raced through his mind and he quickly made his pledge. This was the right choice, he now knew.
"I hereby devote myself to Caladel, God of Storms," Varson said to the avion while going down to his knees. He wasn't sure if there was a specific process to follow, but if the avion was indeed an angel of Caladel, perhaps it was the right thing to do.
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Post by Caladel, God of Storms on Jan 1, 2007 12:28:00 GMT -5
Nazel turned and looked at the beggar. "This decision is not to be made lightly, you understand this, yes?" He walked over to where the beggar was and waited for a reply.
The priest grabbed the sailor and whispered something in his ear. The sailor nodded and they both headed into the storage room of the temple, emerging a few moments later with one of the spare Storms books.
Nazel took the book from the priest and held it out to the new follower of Caladel. "Take this only if you are serious." He said.
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Post by Varson on Jan 9, 2007 21:12:29 GMT -5
"Yes, I understand the seriousness of this." At that, Varson took the book that had been offered to him and gazed at if for a few moments in wonder. He had a god to look to in times of need now. "Thank you all..." was all he could think to say.
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