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Post by Tachi on Nov 1, 2012 22:16:22 GMT -5
The Temple of Ages, Kryta. 2 years after season one.
Hidden within an undead-infested swamp, the Temple of Ages was one of the few safe places for worshippers of the true gods in Kryta. Even if the temple was little more than a few tents and statues of the gods, it was safe from the White Mantle's violent "purification" of the region as they generally didn't bother scouring such an unforgiving area for heathens. Meanwhile, the gods themselves protected the temple from the undead, preventing them from passing through the camp's stone archway. These two facts combined to make it one of the most peaceful and serene places in Kryta. Well, most of the time...
"H-hey, let me go!" Tachi shouted, struggling against Grey's grip. Why did he decide to train in the one world where "monk" didn't mean super strength?
Under normal circumstances, the priests and priestesses of the Temple of Ages would have taken such a noise as their cue to intervene. However, for now, they remained where they were, praying at statues of the five gods. Perhaps they were on the verge of some religious epiphany and could not risk the disturbance. Of course, it was more likely that they simply expected that the grown man could resist the teenage girl dragging him.
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Post by Vinestar on Nov 1, 2012 22:32:37 GMT -5
"But Tachi, you promised we would have a picnic with Moe! And here you are, frolicking about in such a dreary place instead of hanging out with the people that care about yuo!" Pouting, the mage turned monk continued obstinately pulling the adult who she wished was still in trap form, not with super strength but with inner focus. Opening up a dimensional gates, the slim girl pulled Tach into a world that she was more familiar with. Sitting upon a rather colorful island shaped like a sandwich, Grey began rustling around in her oversized picnic basket. Soon, the traditional red and white checkered sheets beneath their body was filled with platters of various finger foods ranging from. Arranging a line of colorful bottles that were in no way alcohol (she could really only handle a bit of the stuff), the eager girl waited for her partner to pick something. "Don't worry if monsters come! I'll just turn them into the main course!" Flexing her small but well toned biceps, the magician was caught up in the spirit of the moment. How far she had come within the past few years! She couldn't help but feel a bit of euphoria as she slowly worked up her level towards that of Moe and the white haired sisters and Anno.
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