by King Jupiter » September 12th, 2006, 11:13 am
..::With a content sigh Ariik brushed the last bit of dust from the large mantle, watching it float carelessly into the crackling fire. The move from the Manor at the realm of the Shadowed Wolf was now complete, though in reality it had been easier than one would have expected. So many rooms of the vast estate had gone unused that it seemed a waste for such a thing to happen again. Now he resided in a shack on the fringe of the Titan lands, a true reminder that looks could indeed be deceiving. Any that laid their eyes upon the outside would see nothing but a rotting toolshed, the rusted tin roof leaking from the day’s previous showers. This notation now made the celestial chuckle, for the truth was quite the opposite::..
..::Inside the comforting confines of his new dwelling Ariik had spared little, he would say expense when in fact most furnishings were free or brought from the Manor, effort in making it a perfect place for hosting this dinner. There had been one problem that stood in the way of a more conventional move in the ocean that separated the two clans. A solution presented itself in the ways of magical transportation, though huge amounts of energy and power would be needed for such an immense task. Just as Ariik had started the first spell, the words trickling off the tongue and into the brisk air, other voice joined in. Startled at first his silver eyes now gazed over his own Order, gentle and loving people that his devoted clerics were they now gave their mentor, leader, god the only goodbye gift their simple lives could manage::..
..::Astonishment had taken hold of the elder, or maybe it was adoration then again it could have been regret...to this day he still could not tell. The task was done with little speaking, though once completed the hallowed Manor seemed eerie and cold. Laughter had echoed here, clerics had grown from apprentice to revered sons and daughters, and now it would know nothing but silence. Oh, do not mistake this idea as a symbol of the Order disbanding, nothing could be farther from the truth. In fact the clerics that did reside in the Manor were now moving back in with their brethren, safe within the blessed and guarded walls of the Order's Temple. One task down another had presented itself almost immediately, one that Ariik had truly been dreading, standing tall in front of the mass of clerics he spoke softly as ever::..
"My friends...devout...children...it is time for me to move on from here. Your powers and faith are strong, which protect this vast estate. I do not leave you alone, yours prayers will still be heard and answered. Be not afraid to ask for my assistance, as it will be lent to you. Where I go is to a place that evil also slumbers, but with these new friends and allies...we will drive back the darkness that has long sat on the edge of light, watching and waiting for the opportune time to strike. Remember always that you serve as a beacon of light for all those around you....farewell..."
..::Thinking about the saddened faces, tear stained cheeks, broken voices as they had said goodbye Ariik now fought a lump that had firmly planted itself in his throat. Shoving the memories aside he slowly turned from the fireplace, and looked upon the large marble table loaded with food for the evening. Each chair and the table had a place marked for a Titan, the invitations had gone out stealthily in the night, with the aid of a friend of course::..
..::The spread was quite impressive, though thanks in all fairness to his magical mastery in conjuring it. Meats were plenty and none would go hungry, as all sizes and shapes were covered. Roasted boar, turkey, stuffed Cornish hens, venison and a teddy bear (for one "special" guest) highlighted the feast. Also accompanying the delicate dishes and fine Elven silverware, which thanks to the likely presence of a certain kender were all enchanted with a return to owner spell, were enchanted goblets. The goblets were of course made with shinning silver, inscribed along the rim were runes, which when the goblet was grasped read the desires of the holder, thus negating the need of a server. They were guaranteed to perfect the drink, from the sweet cider of Zipcat to the hard liquor of Tordek, even the musky tea the archmage Darkan Rhal drank. The one item that each would need to attend the dinner would be found with the invitation, a simple charm that Ariik had enchanted specifically for this night. If a person was to show up without said charm, they would find themselves in nothing more than the aforementioned shack, but with it they would find a door unseen to all leading them into the great hall where soon the Titans would gather::..
Ariik invites you to a grand event, on this the twelfth night of the ninth month. Follow the directions to the precise spot on the edge of town and bring with you the enclosed necklace and look to the crescent moon to enter.