Stephan
The "Before" years
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Post by Stephan on Feb 26, 2010 22:18:22 GMT -6
Stephan was nervous. He had been sent by the monks to meet with the Prophet before setting out on his conversion pilgrimage. He couldn't believe this was happening. He was really about to meet the man he aspired to be.
Stephan took a deep breath and opened the door into the next room. A bodyguard stood in front of the door to the Prophet. "Who are you supposed to be?" The body guard said gruffly, sizing up Stephan.
"I'm on official business. My order has sent me to see the Prophet before I set off on a mission trip." The guard merely grunted and opened the door. "Some runt's here to see you," the guard shouted into the next room.
The guard motioned for Stephan to enter the room. Stephan took a deep breath and walked towards the room. "This is it," he thought.
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Post by Kraft on Mar 5, 2010 6:24:04 GMT -6
(OoC: I don't think the guards are that unfriendly ) Stephan was ushered into a room were some other young monks and priests were gathered. This room was rather small and was used as the study of the Prophet. He looked incredibly tired. He made the effort to stand up when Stephan entered. It was known that the Prophet took great joy of seeing young people ready to devote their lives. "Young men, you have heard what I had to say. May the Saint bless you and may the True Word protect you. Peace be with you." The young monks left and only Stephan was in the room now, together with an older priest and two guards. "You're a bit late, young pupil. How come?"
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Stephan
The "Before" years
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Post by Stephan on Mar 5, 2010 19:17:30 GMT -6
(I don't know, maybe he has a hangover or something.)
"I'm sorry my lord Kraft, some ruffians held me up on the way here. I... dealt with them." Stephan bowed his head a little, and went to sit down. Now he was even more nervous. He had let his lord, The Prophet, down. He would have to have to work harder on his pilgrimage to please his lord.
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Post by Kraft on Mar 6, 2010 12:08:31 GMT -6
Kraft smiled briskly and gestured him to sit. All was forgiven, it seemed. The young man was absolved. The Prophet looked frail. Sick. He had lost sleep, over time. He had work. Always his work. He had longed for this, years ago, this position of power. But he had only dreamt of the good thing, not the work. But he could not abandon his mission. He had sinned, in the past, and now he must carry out his duty, to be forgiven, himself. He had seen the Saint, he had touched her.
One cannot know what is like, to touch a saint. He cleared his throat before speaking. He looked at the pupil and then to his papers. Then he croacked; "Stephan... I grow old. I cannot do this for all of eternity. You have been hand-picked, like the others. You have... a gift. You read! You understand our teachings! I've been told you are smart. I like that."
The Prophet shifted uneasily in his seat. He looked at the pupil for a long time, studying him.
"What I need, is a little help." He shrugged as if it was difficult to talk about. And it was. The Prophet wasn't that old, but his body was being consumed by his 'illness' and his work. Unlike popular belief, he wasn't immortal. "You and those seven others have been carefully selected. In the weeks that will follow, you will learn and I will see if you're worthy to be an assisstant and eventually..." He then stopped.
The pupil will learn what will follow. He may not taint this young devout with ambition and dreams of power. He will learn. He'll see. But he must be tested. Kraft will sort them out. In the end, the worthiest of them shall inherit a part of Kraft's teachings, his lessons. They will be pupils indeed. Pupils of the holiest, living person. But Kraft remained vague.
"You'll be given tasks. But for now, I want you to study and show your worth. Report again tomorrowmorning. I'll be here. Now go. A bed has been arranged in the visitor's quarter of the castle." The Prophet forced himself to smile and lifted his right hands, making a symbolic gesture;
"May the Saint bless you and may the True Word protect you. Peace be with you."
He liked this kid. Poor, fanatic, knows how to deal with 'ruffians'. He might be something, alright.
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Stephan
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Post by Stephan on Mar 23, 2010 16:55:27 GMT -6
Stephan rose quickly from his chair, nodding at the Prophet and adding a quick, "And also with you," before dashing off to his room. He plopped down onto the cot the had provided him and opened the tome he carried with him. He cracked it open and read a short passage, focusing on the truths it revealed. This truth showed the boy a strong light, and he focused all of his will on that light. He focused harder and harder until that light was physically manifested in the room. Stephan pushed his mind harder into the light as it grew in his hands from a small dot into a fist-sized ball. His head began to hurt and he pushed his hands outward sending the light crashing into a vase, shattering it. "Wow," he said aloud, "so this is the power my lord gives to me." He closed the tome and placed it next to him. He closed his eyes and entered a calm meditation.
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Post by Kraft on Apr 2, 2010 2:17:06 GMT -6
Kraft was in his office the next day. He had sent for his pupils. Now all he had to do was wait.
A priest arrived at Stephan's room. "Stephan? The Prophet will see you know. See to it that you are properly dressed." The priest spoke softly and friendly, smiling at the young man before dissappearing. Outside, the priest waited with two soldiers to escort the pupil.
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Post by Stephan on May 14, 2010 21:31:18 GMT -6
Stephan woke quickly from his meditation. His lord needed him, so the boy quickly tidied himself as best he could, slicking his hair down a little bit and straightening his robes. He grabbed his tome from next to his cot, and stepped out his room. Stephan silently nodded at the soldiers and the guards escorted him to the Prophet's office. He entered quietly, silently shutting the door. "You summoned me, my lord?" he said, quietly stepping forward.
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Post by Stephan on Jul 29, 2010 9:18:37 GMT -6
"Ah, Stephan, come on in." Kraft said gesturing towards a seat in front of his desk. Stephan quickly sat down. "Now, I have a special mission for you. One of my officer's, Ariston, has aquired a special... weapon at his fort in Sacae and I need you to retrieve it and bring it to me. Any questions?" Stephan shifted a bit in his chair, "Just one, my lord. Exactly what is this weapon?" "I'm going to be blunt with you, Stephan. Ariston has aprehended a dragon and we plan to use him against the rebels." The pupil's mouth dropped open, "A... A dragon, my lord? I... I have absolute faith in you, my lord, but I think a dragon is a bit... out of my... league?" "At ease, my young pupil, this dragon has lost his dragonstone, his source of power. He is no stronger than you or I." Stephan jumped up, "That is reasuring, my lord. I shall leave at once." Stephan was escorted out of the Prophet's office where he was given a horse and some supplies. The young pupil rode off, out of the city and towards the plains. "I won't fail you, my lord," he thought to himself
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