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The Sixth Hour
By: Caleb Norwill Date: April 18, 2015, 8:09 pm
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[center]It was now about the sixth hour, and darkness fell over
the whole land until the ninth hour, because the sun was
obscured; and the veil of the temple was torn in two.…
— Luke 23:44[/center]
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She had a name, once. But now, she was not even a person. She
was a force, now, made of crawling purple worms and darkness.
Many eyes crawled beneath her surface, orange eyes - with a
slitted pupil. They were the eyes of a snake, or the eyes of a
dragon - they did not look human, because she was no longer
human. She recalled being human, once, but she was not human any
longer, and her form reflected that change. She had a vaguely
humanoid body, but at this point, there were more eyes and teeth
than there was flesh or blood. This was her true form - after
three years in the basement of her dearest, her best experiment
- and her oldest and most reviled enemy. She hated him. And she
would have her revenge.
The once-woman shrouded herself in her illusions. She was a pale
woman, now, wearing thick purple, woolen robes that hugged her
shapely form. Her dark hair fell in loose curls around her
shoulders - but her orange eyes gave her away, as something
malevolent and dangerous. She approached the rundown church,
gathering her skirts around her legs, and moving up the
church’s steps. The church shakes as she approaches it, and
seems to stretch away from her, as if trying to avoid her entry.
She pursed her lips, and waved her hands, a deep purple magic
lashing out with thick tendrils, to rip the doors open. The old
wooden blanks that served as the chapel’s doors splintered with
violent force. She walked through the empty doorframe, and
stared ahead towards the altar.
The altar, like most of the church, was in pieces, cloven right
down the middle. She reaches out to press her fingers against
the cloven altar, and frowns - recalling the massive sword that
split it in two. She reaches down into the altar, and pulls out
a reliquary, a small box that seems to be made of ivory, stained
with some sort of coloured fluid - staining the box a deep dark
brown colour. Small little figures dance around the exterior -
most notably, an elder looking man in full plate, carrying a
strangely shaped sword. She smiles as she opens the box, and
speaks - for the first time that day - “Yes.” she hisses, “I
knew I would find you here.”
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[quote]Knight Lieutenant Francis Honeley
Light’s Hope, Eastern Plaguelands
Honeley -
We have responded to your concerns about the large cloud that
has descended upon the former Scarlet Crusader enclave by
adjusting the position of Acherus in order to accommodate the
cloud - as while we were positioned there, we could not see
through the cloud, not even with the assistance of the Eye of
Acherus.
Our oldest necromancer - Helega Vindala - referred to as ‘The
Nose’ by the majority of our members - has deciphered that it is
the workings of a particular warlock, one who we have seen
before. Her name is Meduna Crombeck, a former member of the
Kirin Tor. We believe she is connected to our shared ward, the
worgen Caleb Norwill - and thus, we recommend that you speak to
him about the situation. The Ebon Blade as a whole, however,
will be taking no further action.
Do not contact us again.
Scribed by Dread Commander Thalanor
Dictated by Highlord Darion Mograine[/quote]
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The Sixth Hour is an IC guild event, and is the second event in
a multi-part storyline regarding Argent Crusade / Ebon Blade /
and Silent relationships! However, it also has some focus on the
character of Caleb Norwill - yeah, yeah, I know.
The first event in this progression, The Stone Rejected,
involved the characters attempting to smooth over relationships
with the Argent Crusade after destroying a major trade route.
However, the Silent discovered that the Argent Crusaders had
been shackled to the will of a powerful warlock - named Meduna
Crombeck. She enslaved the crusaders and trapped the Silent in a
world of nightmares and illusion.
The Silent were able to escape, but not without schism in their
ranks. Now, it seems that Meduna is prepared to strike again -
and this time, her actions seem to have worried bout the Crusade
and the Ebons - meaning that its up to the Silent to stop her
-for the hopes of maybe repairing their damaged relationship
with the two orders! And, you know, uncovering my character’s
secret backstory yadda yadda.
This event will be taking place at Light’s Hope at 5:30 server
(next Monday, check calendar!) However, please come to Catacombs
first for a quick briefing by Caleb! I will not be at this event
ICly - mostly because I don’t want to lead an event I’m running
(that seems grossly self-indulgent) but do not fret! There will
be guidance and instructions!
Thank you all for participating!
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