Goldd 126 Share Posted February 10, 2013 The Heart of Night Grows Restless Xexus Nightheart makes his way to one of the abandoned chambers in the Elven city in Elysium. The edges of his blue and silver lined robes swish back slightly with the mountain breeze. He holds a black staff standing 6'5 (an inch taller than him) with a crescent moon perched atop the metal. The crescent moon glows when moon light hits it. Xexus' mysterious, elusive, and gloomy amethyst eyes dart around as he descends into the Dark Elf District. As he walks down the stairs a vine messes up his perfectly groomed platinum hair and he grumbles. At last the austere looking Dark Elf makes his way into the chamber where he faces the other two. Aenar Goroth Klaren sits, clothed in red, black, and gold lined robes. Next to him Prince Khel Oussana sits dressed in purple and black with a well crafted circlet. "Ker'ayla Aenar Klaren and Prince Oussana. I have called you here tonight on the topic of Velulaei. Recently the rumors on moving from these islands have increased. With that I wish to establish a religious order or hierarchy if you will, so we can teach the Mali'ker of the great mother and to have everything ready in case we do move yet again. Also, I have grown rather tired of the lack of faith in Velulaei or the fact that some Mali'ker do not even know who she is. So,I am here to establish this religious order with you and if established, perhaps participate in it myself. If you disagree or want to postphone this idea then I respect your decision." Xexus stands there waiting for their response. His grip tightens around the moon staff of Voxrus. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lego XBOX 915 Share Posted February 10, 2013 Goroth sighs deeply after hearing Xexus' requests and blabber of sorts, sitting at the dusty table which was left behind when Malinor moved to Kalos. He stands and plants his hands on the creaky table. "Nardo Xexus, nobody holds you back from relaunching the religion of Velulaei. I would have started it myself back in Asulon. However, we cannot blame or despise other Mali'ker for not knowing of her, that is the sort of fanaticism which brought Oren to what it is today. Feel free to place such religion within Malinor. The hierarchy however will not be recognized to have power over the Mali'ker... It never has." He pauses, awaiting a reply from Xexus, or some added remark from Khel. His crimson eyes remain fixated upon Xexus. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
cmack1028 549 Share Posted February 10, 2013 Ravyn slowly walks down the stairs, hoping it was the direction in which Xexus went. He pushes the vines away with his forearm. He sighs, not knowing which direction to go next. At the sound of his brother's voice he moves, checking each chamber as he passes. Finally, he sees the chamber with the three. He enters, bowing his head and looks to Xexus. "I hope you don't mind another opinion, brother." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Goldd 126 Author Share Posted February 10, 2013 Xexus nods to the Klaren rather solemnly and with a bit of distaste he goes to speak. "I do not ask for power, I ask that there be a hierarchy within the order itself so one priest may follow the other of greater knowledge or faith. With that I will relaunch the religion." Xexus also mutters something to himself. "Someone seems very worried about power, eh?" The austere elf hears Ravyn, and beckons him in with his free hand without even looking back to him. Xexus still looks bummed that the first thing the Klaren would mention is power. "You may speak your mind brother." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
cmack1028 549 Share Posted February 10, 2013 Ravyn nods, walking over to back wall of the chamber and leans on it. He looks to Goroth, hoping to listen to more of the conversation before he speaks again. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dromui 755 Share Posted February 10, 2013 (( Really tempted to have Azel jump into this conversation. Mind if I join in? )) Azel wanders through his old home, his arms crossed as he studies the abandoned area. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baconthief 682 Share Posted February 10, 2013 Khel stands upright and tall, with his crimson cloak barely scrapping the ground. He is armored, wearing nearly all crimson. A red circlet sits on his forehead. As he speaks his black eyes pierce Xexus, never leting them waver for a moment. "Xexus you're an elf and in malinor. you're free to do as you wish. You've the power to create your religious order; however, I must say it /cannot/ break malinorian law in any way. As Goroth said, many of the drow do not accept Velulaei for their is very little evidence of her presence, do not be alarmed if many choose not to listen. It's in your hands to create this, not I. I give it my blessing and wish you the best of luck.." Khel's left hand goes to the forearm of his right. Feeling the area at which a tattoo of a black spider embeds onto his skin, yet still covered by the armor he wears. His skin begins to crawl as he talks of this dark elf god, how he hates his people to be bound by religion. He represses it and keeps his eyes fixated on Xexus, awaiting a response. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Goldd 126 Author Share Posted February 10, 2013 ((Go ahead, but we have this wrapped up. Expect to be stared down though for interrupting :P)) Xexus Nightheart smirks at the approval. He nods his head, and taps the moon staff of Voxrus to signal his satisfaction. His amethyst eyes would deceive Khel's eyes, not allowing him to dig deeper into the mind of Xexus. The little gems within his eye sockets look elusive and cunning. He purses his lips one last time to speak softly. "So be it. The Order of Velulaei shall rise." He stands there smiling, and goes to talk to his brother without looking to him yet again. "You wanted to say something Ravyn?" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Elindor 666 Share Posted February 10, 2013 Outside a voice is heard slowly wandering down the street. There is a lyrical rhythm to his words and the seem to fall in time with the click of a wooden staff against stone. The owner of these words does not pause to speak, but his words slowly drift away with him as he walks. The last sentences seems less tuneful and rather mumbled. "Velulai has no order, she fleetingly skips away as the burning sun breaks through the darkness. She will have no mistress, for all that makes her intriguing is shrouded in her mystery. If you are able to convince her children to both love and fear her wavering light then you will make a nation of the forgotten elves. That is a rather large -IF-" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Goldd 126 Author Share Posted February 10, 2013 Xexus Nightheart grumbles and walks outside of the room to see who said that. Instead he finds whistling air. With that he grumbles loudly and re-enters the room. "Stupid mumbling spies... Trying to throw us off." "Anyway... You make speak your mind Ravyn." Xexus smiles to him now looking to his brother who has a much kinder appearance, with mildly groomed hair, and not so dramatic robes. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
cmack1028 549 Share Posted February 10, 2013 Ravyn shrugs, looking to Xexus. "You know I will follow you to the end of this world and into the next, brother. If you wish to form an order, I will stand by you." Ravyn stands up straight, using the back of his hand to push away the hair from his eyes. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Goldd 126 Author Share Posted February 11, 2013 Xexus nods his head and turns on his heel. "Van'ayla Aenar Klaren and Prince Oussana. Expect the order soon. Come Ravyn." Xexus walks off his moon staff tapping against the stone of the abandoned district. He has a determined look on his face. Though elusive, it almost seems... dangerous. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
spqrSancus 175 Share Posted February 12, 2013 *Sancor watches the man exit from a distant treetop, grasping his staff.* "That man... Looks... Dangerous." *Begins thinking of the strange happenings.* "I should keep my eye out for this man. What was his name... Xexus? I think, I can recognize that visage... IF the curse does not get in my way." *Sancor hops down, silently landing on his feet, before walking away, mumbling some barely audible words as he goes.* Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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