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[In-game Fiction] Athos & Magdalena
« on: February 15, 2019, 06:00:18 PM »
[This short story represents in-game events that take place shortly before the in-game Vernius event on 2.23.19 - Neal]

Athos stood behind the gilded podium at the head of a small congregation. Priests and paladins of Aviaz, all of them had come together in fellowship to pray to the Herald of the Dawn before the main celebration of Vernius to be held at the temple of Zaria later that evening.

“My brothers…” Athos spoke, the smile wide on his lips concealing his truly somber mood. “We stand here, together, mired in the darkest of times. The cold of Winter fails to even bring snow as the corruption of the Void Serpent pulls us ever closer to the inevitable…” Athos paused, his words catching in his throat. “Apocalypse.”

The gathering of clerics and paladins shifted and shuffled nervously. Primarily male Egoran nobility, the group whispered among themselves. Faith was hard to come by in these times, and even the devotees of Aviaz – the god of Courage – were fearful. The smile on Athos’s face faltered somewhat as the weight of this reality settled upon him. Failure was not only possible – it was inevitable. The world was destined to end, and now he and the other warriors of Light were being called upon to fight an impossible battle and ultimately die in the attempt.

To what end?

Athos remained silent, the murmur of the crowd growing steadily silent in anticipation of what he was about to say. Finally, as he straightened preparing to speak, the massive doors to the temple burst open. A gathering of individuals dressed in black and silver gossamer clothing, barely concealing the shapely and supple forms beneath. Largely female, the uninvited congregation openly wore holy symbols declaring allegiance to Melantha – the goddess of Lust, Envy and Lies.

“Greetings followers of Aviaz!” the apparent leader of the group spoke. Athos recognized her as Magdalena, High Priestess of the local church of Melantha – the Coven of the Black Rose. As she and her followers walked toward the front of the temple, Athos’s congregation stood fast. Some of his compatriots drew weapons, others crossed their arms in a defiant attempt to show courage rather than fear.

Magdalena walked to the front of the line of paladins and priests, standing before a younger paladin named Jonas. The young man stood unwavering before Magdalena’s seductive charms, his jaw tightly clenched. She came to a stop before him, her face inches from his. Her perfume was thick in the air, yet somehow subtle – the fragrance of black currant intertwining with her own scent. For a moment, she looked as if she would lean forward to kiss the young man, but instead she spoke, staring directly into Jonas’s eyes.

“Why so glum little Paladins?” she over-enunciated each word, the movement of her black-stained lips hypnotic as a serpent’s dance. “Are we afraid of the impending doom of the world?” her voice was mocking. She shifter her glance to Athos, behind the podium. Her smirk grew into a smile. “Do we want to run and hide?”

The gathering of Melantha devotees laughed and jeered in unison, some of them directly mocking Aviaz followers they knew personally.

“What say you Athos?” Magdalena spoke, standing back from the young paladin she had teased. The young man seemed to lean forward in response, enraptured by the priestess despite his best attempts at remaining stoic.

Athos grimaced and clenched his fist before crossing his arms.

“Begone Magdalena. You are not welcome here.” Athos’s voice boomed in resolute defiance.

“Make me leave Athos. We haven’t danced in a while.” Magdalena’s smile grew wider. She opened her arms wide in a sudden movement, producing an expertly-crafted fighting knife in each hand as if from thin air.
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[In-game Fiction] Athos & Magdalena - Part 2
« Reply #1 on: February 15, 2019, 08:01:42 PM »
Anger flooded through Athos’s veins. In a fluid movement, he leapt over the podium to the base of the dais where his spear rested. Followers of both Aviaz and Melantha drew their weapons in response to their leaders’ movements. Athos moved to the front of his brothers in arms, placing his hand reassuringly on Jonas’s shoulder before pushing him aside. Magdalena stepped before him, a hungry smile played across her lips. The high priestess crossed her arms behind her back, playfully tapping her daggers together in a staccato rhythm.

“I will not warn you again Magda.” Athos grimaced at his reflexive and familiar shortening of her name. Magdalena’s smile grew wider still. “Leave, an no harm will come to you or your companions.”

Magdalena stepped closer still, Athos could feel the incredible heat of her body washing over him, the too-familiar scent of black currant did nothing to diminish the sensation that he was rapidly losing control of the situation.

“Well then…” Magdalena leaned forward slightly, close enough to whisper. “Make me obey, Ath.”

Barely had she finished her words before she spun around into a low sweep, attempting to knock his legs out from under him. Unburdened by his armor in his ceremonial robes, Athos leapt back – spear in hand – as the group of his brethren scattered quickly into a wide semi-circle, weapons at the ready. Magdalena’s followers did the same, the two groups creating a ring of light and dark that gave the two leaders a wide berth to settle their duel.

In a fluid movement Magdalena cartwheeled backward, sheathing both daggers and tying her braided hair into a bun. She finished her acrobatic maneuver with a handspring before landing on her feet, both daggers once again in hand. Still smiling she bowed to the applause of her followers – all of whom seemed to be treating this as a game.

Athos readied his spear and charged, closing the distance between them with speed that belied his athletic frame. Magdalena responded in kind, dropping to one knee and sliding past him as her right arm flashed out with a dagger. The blade fell short of drawing blood, cutting through the fabric of Athos’s robe instead. Without taking time to evaluate the blow, Athos pivoted on one foot and planted the other – slamming his spear on the ground where Magdalena had been a moment before.

With the speed of a cobra, Magdalena’s daggers sliced outward. Both attacks came just short of Athos’s face before repeating the motion toward his midsection, again cutting through fabric. In a moment of realization – Athos leapt back, spear raised.

She was toying with him.

“What do you want Magdalena!!” his displeasure was clear on his face.

“Was I that obvious?” she quipped with a giggle.

“Well!” he growled through clenched teeth. Magdalena sighed.

“You call this a congregation? The Apocalypse bears down upon us and you all sit here like fools, cowering in a corner to lick your wounds and weep for the world.” Magdalena laughed, triggering a chorus of echoed sentiment through her followers.

“This world is ours.” Magdalena looked around the room, this time at the followers of Aviaz. “I for one will not falter and allow anyone to steal what is mine from me – be they demon or god.” She paused again, smiling as she looked toward Athos. “I was just thinking… it might be more fun if we helped each other out.” She winked.
"Any dream worth having is a dream worth fighting for."
- Professor Charles Xavier