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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]
       [hr]
       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.”
       [hr]
       [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]
       [hr]
       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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