| Subject: In A Galaxy Far, Far Away |
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Date Posted: 18:32:06 11/04/02 Mon
OOC: This is another part of the futuristic RPG. I'll keep adding to this. BEFORE YOU POST HERE IN ANYTHING BUT OOC TALK, please contact me so I can give you specs on the alien's appearance and ideals. They're very different from humans. ...They're kind of like the Eldar and Protoss combined though, at least for the easiest way to describe them. ONCE AGAIN, I urge you to ASK ME before posting in this thread in IC for sake of keeping the SL pure.
IC: A sudden force broke the lone sage’s meditation. His eyes slowly opened, the black and gold orbs scanned the area for another’s presence within the room, one he knew he wouldn’t find. He had been alone for a long amount of time, perhaps several years, perhaps longer. The barricades that kept him from the outside world were strong, built to withstand thermal molecular incinerators, and keep out even the most powerful of magically charged waves…that they had encountered. This new wave was something different, something that rocked the very fabric of magic. The spell was strong, and never before cast. He could feel the changes within his very being, the changes in magic that the spell wrought. The usage of the Arts was going to be a little different from now on, he just didn’t know yet.
After waiting a few more seconds for his blood to get circulation, the sage uncurled his long legs and stood to his full 8’5” height, stretching. His muscles weren’t exactly weak from the long period of meditation, just unaccustomed to the usage. Staying stretched out, the sage blinked his eyes slowly as he took in the room, full of light blues and oranges and reds and many other vibrant colors. A smile of pleasure crossed his lips, taking in the beauty of a millennia of masterpieces. Feeling ready to go, he settled his knee-joints back and made his way towards the Warp Door, the one that would bring his freedom. Halting at it, the sage murmured his beautifully arcane words trigger the Door, causing it to become a swirling vacuum of violet. Taking a last breath from the most Holy of places, the sage stepped through the Warp Door.
The experience was brief, but shocking. A chill caressed his skin as he passed through, a feeling of the magic tingling his skin. The experience was breath taking, another of the many pleasures he had missed during his self-exile for enlightenment. It was a true joy, like the tasting of an apruche, or a Julama steak, or the sweet embrace of a female. How he missed them all…and how he shook with anticipation of relishing them all when he arrived.
The brief moment of nothingness passed and he stood at the other side of the Warp Door. Before him, three other men stood, waiting for his appearance. He looked at them all, and instantly recognized them. The three were the High Lord of the Blades, the Master of the Arts, and the Lord Prince themselves. They each looked at him and took their deep kneels, lowering their knees as far as they’d go then leaning forward. Beyond them, more of his race milled around, taking up their proper position of protocol.
After a deep breath and a period of silence, a time the sage took to collect his words and allow his people to find their places, the great being spoke with raised arms. “I have returned once more to lead you, my people. I felt the impulse of the spell within the Hallowed Grounds…and I will lead us through it, whatever happens. Know this, my subjects,” the sage’s voice carried, even though he barely raised its pitch, “your king has returned! And we shall again find the great glory!”
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