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The Temple of Paduan is the Temple of the Flamebearers, those who possess the stone of Ruby. Though not the god of Darkness, Paduan is still a bitter creature with a short fuse.
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Posted on December 3, 2010 at 10:49:09 PM by Lamia
“ And full of silver moons, that, as she breathed, And what a pretty lady he waited for, alight with the singeing glow of the fires and flames and molten earth that surrounded her. The chestnut coat of her father’s genetic contribution was warm and bright, though it radiated heat with a sinister sort of temptation that could only come from Rapier’s blood flowing within her. She had not seen her mother in over a year, and did not expect to see her again. Incapable of longing, however, she did not miss the mare who had given birth to and raised her. The succubus was gone, perhaps, and Lamia was more than capable of surviving on her own. Still, she did not fail to note that, with her mother, her first source of lessons was gone. Her second source was herself; over a year of isolation had granted her plenty of time to hone her own skills and personal attributes to a tee. Even her smile, by now an instinctive part of her beautiful façade, was a perfect combination of her mother’s seductive and dangerous allure, and her father’s arrogance and impeccable charm. All in all, she was a beautiful mare, with an edge sharp enough to look deceptively smooth. But alas, there was more to be done, of course. And this, needless to say, is why she dives into Paduan’s neck of the woods on that day. Descending into his pit of molten rock and flames was an exciting buildup for her; she had not yet visited the god, and her anticipation was strong. She was especially looking forward to their first meeting so that she could show him her decisive reason for coming: not long ago, she had earned for herself a place among the gifted of Hoof Prince’s numbers. Her was a trait that would do her much good, and the rest of this world quite a lot of harm…but the latter, of course, was the best part of the deal. After spending a few weeks practicing and perfecting the talent, she has finally come out of hiding and decided that she’d go all the way to the top to make her little appearance. Or bottom, directionally speaking. In any case, as she stood in the Temple, she sensed something change. The fire god was nearby, and eventually, Lamia found him, asleep, among the charred and churning earth. With the same coy smile, she spoke, and the words flowed from her succulent mouth in an enticing coo: Paduan… Gently, her siren’s call is meant to coax him from his sleep. And when I say gentle, of course, I mean something far less compassionate than the word itself complies. When she is sure he is awoken – so he cannot think the moments to follow were borne of a dream – she gradually allows her own will into his mind and manipulates his perception to fit her intentions. Her gift was illusion, and she would debut its existence on a god before anyone else. For a few moments, he would see the sun. Not the sun in the sky, not the sun in eclipse, not the sun rising or setting – the sun, in its real state, sitting in its own field of gravity millions of miles from the planet their hooves were grounded to. He was, in fact, standing on the sun – though, through some inexplicable miracle, he would think, it did not burn him. Rather, he felt himself flowing with the fire and heat that undulated on the mysterious mass’s surface, and he would get a first-hand look at how the chain reaction of base elements provided heat and light for a string of wholly dependent planets. He would feel that warmth and see that light, surrounded by the blackness of an endless universe surrounding him, as he stood on the star. In short, he would see yet another thing he, as the God of Fire, held ownership over. The illusion did not last for, long, and Lamia removed her influence from his senses after only a few minutes. She kept it brief for two reasons: first, she was hoping to intrigue him, not confuse or frustrate the most irritable deity; second, practicing it on an immortal was somewhat difficult. She intended for it to feel as real as possible, and for this to be done well, she ended it before any tiny piece of the experience would dwindle. It finished suddenly, therefore, and his eyes would see her and his temple again. Lamia, in case you didn’t know. She gave him a little nod of her pretty head, and waited for his return greeting. “Then with a frightful scream she vanished: And Lycius' arms were empty of delight, As were his limbs of life, from that same night. On the high couch he lay! - his friends came round Supported him - no pulse, or breath they found, And, in its marriage robe, the heavy body wound.” [position]; [home]; fire level one; air level two; thirty-six tokens; MILES x RAPIER © chevy, 2010 and beyond |
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- Young hearts burst open, wounds bleed fresh - By Paduan January 4, 2011 at 09:05:01 AM
- of an unnatural heat shot to his heart. - By Lamia January 27, 2011 at 02:10:24 AM
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