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Offline Johan

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By the Light of The Emerald Moon
« Reply #15 on: July 29, 2005, 09:21:55 AM »
Maccabeus could not believe his eyes. He struggled to control his breathing and rose to kneel in front of the magnificent beast. One of the greatest Legends of his clansmen walked before him; his heart beat noisily and emotion welled nigh uncontrollable.

For those, like himself, who have been called to Mahiya's service, the merest glimmer of the sacred golden hind bespoke kind fortune to the beholder. A visitation such as this was the most fervent hope of his kind; a quest that legendary figures spent their lives seeking. Maccabeus had been smiled upon this night.

After several raspy, unsuccessful attempts, he finally managed a hoarse "Hello" to his visitor. It immediately sounded stupid to himself.
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« Reply #16 on: July 29, 2005, 07:18:15 AM »
A twig snapped...then another. The undergrowth beyond moved a little and then a lot. Wolf was ready for the pounce...ready for anything. The emerald light was brilliant and Istisha was directly overhead in full, luminous beauty.

Out from the bushes came this massive golden stag. It's antlers were silver and stretched as wide as 5 gnomes laying head to foot. It's fur was a deep, rich gold that shimmered in the forest light and it's chest had a crest of platinum that spoke of it's majesty. Even in the green dusky glow it's sapphire eyes could be seen twinkling their brilliance. It seemed as if this stag was Mahiya incarnate.

Wolf seemed to have lost his breath at the sight and broke his pouncing crouch to sit in absolute awe.

The stag approaches Maccabeus and Wolf. As it gets closer you see that around the neck of the stag is a medallion of four crescents in a circle all pointing out from the center. Each crescent is noticeably different from the others. One glows with fire, another is stone, one is green, and another blue. The stag draws near.
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« Reply #17 on: July 28, 2005, 09:03:05 PM »
Macabeus grunted a quietly whimpered his understanding and the two lapsed into a tense silence as they lay together hoping to catch a glimpse of the odd stag-thing.
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« Reply #18 on: July 28, 2005, 10:29:02 AM »
Through the inflections and expressions Wolf says, "I think I smell a stag...one that I've never smelled before...Stag not for to hunt..."
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« Reply #19 on: July 28, 2005, 08:34:03 AM »
Maccabeus deftly rolled off of wolf's side to lay belly-to-dirt, peering in the direction of the rustling.

He leaned close to wolf's ear and quitely growled and grunted into his friend's furry ear (Speak with animals) "I don't know, friend. Let's lay quietly and see what emerges; it could be nothing more than a raccoon, but it could also be something significantly more. Be ready to run, though. Right now I'd rather run than fight." He laughed quietly as a thought occurred to him: "Unless, of course, it's nothing more than breakfast." Wolf licked Maccabeus's face lightly, indicating his understanding. "What do you smell?"

Together they lay peering with keen eyes through the emerald night, ears perked and muscles tensed.
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« Reply #20 on: July 27, 2005, 07:09:09 PM »
While waiting, Maccabeus hears the sounds of the night forest. The glow of Kossuth has long gone to rest and the sky is lit by the moons. Istisha is moving uncharacteristically out of its' normal flight and closer to overhead. The full green light is showering down into the trees giving them an eerie emerald glow.

After some time of watching the entrance Maccabeus hears something rustling in the woods to his left (west). Wolf immediately turns his head and growls. He points his nose in the air and begins to sniff. He whines as if in confusion and he looks back to Maccabeus seemingly expecting some sort of answer.
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« Reply #21 on: July 27, 2005, 04:48:43 PM »
Maccabeus's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Could this be what those mis-creants were up to? He wondered suspiciously. How they might have accomplished such a feat, and to what end, he couldn't even begin to guess. Would this perpetuate? Would it correct itself? This was decidedly an affront to Mahiya. Maccabeus's mood turned sour rather suddenly and his blood fed into his ears.

Bringing himself back to the moment with some effort, he made his way back to the fields, near where the abominations had violated the bramble. Backing off some way, so that the entrance into the labyrinth was evident, but dark to his view, he picked a good spot from which he might spy upon that wretched bramble, but not be seen by those within.

There he set himself, laying upon his thick blanket in the new grass, leaning against wolf's solid side to watch the entrance for the night. He loaded his sling and set it next to him for quick, easy access, and placed a sharp rock under his thigh to prevent him from falling asleep; he would not want to miss anything that happened here tonight. He chuckeld lightly at his own pun.
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