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A trickster and improviser, plain and simple.
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Sahlie Bikan
"Fun."
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by HitoriRaven
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So begins...
Sahlie Bikan's Story
Casren blinked with tired eyes at everyone, and gave one of his signature sighs. His phone was snow logged, he was cold, it was disgusting out, and for the first time in quite some time, Casren Bistreo was legitimately exhausted. Despite all this, Casren couldn't help but faintly smile in relief. They had made it. They had braved the storm, and the snow bowl, and that weird event...That weird event.
A chill shot up Casren's spine as he remembered the warning, staring at the doors to the Temple. And then the soldiers. He had grown used to soldiers following him everywhere lately, and hadn't noticed them at first. Well, he noticed them now, oh did he notice them.
"It appears we won't have to wait."
A chill shot up Casren's spine as he remembered the warning, staring at the doors to the Temple. And then the soldiers. He had grown used to soldiers following him everywhere lately, and hadn't noticed them at first. Well, he noticed them now, oh did he notice them.
"It appears we won't have to wait."
"I hope so too, or we'll have climbed up here for no reason," the teen mumbled softly at Anaiya's words, sighing and stopping along with the rest of the group. As she prepared to leave, he raised his hand in a small salute of gratitude. "Thanks for saving me and all. See you around."
His hand made a small thump as it collapsed to his side. Sahlie moved his eyes up to meet Cináed's and his eyebrow shot up. "I don't even think that dignifies an answer, Mr. Toasty."
Upon Casren's comments, he turned to stare at the soldiers. "Well, I always enjoy a good welcome party. Assuming I stay alive the whole party. By the way, I thought this was a temple, not a barracks. I mean, that's what they say. Wonder what's up with the army here."
Of course, he was exaggerating a bit, but it was a valid question. What were soldiers doing here exactly? What were they doing exactly? Apparently those questions would be answered soon.
"So what now, team?"
His hand made a small thump as it collapsed to his side. Sahlie moved his eyes up to meet Cináed's and his eyebrow shot up. "I don't even think that dignifies an answer, Mr. Toasty."
Upon Casren's comments, he turned to stare at the soldiers. "Well, I always enjoy a good welcome party. Assuming I stay alive the whole party. By the way, I thought this was a temple, not a barracks. I mean, that's what they say. Wonder what's up with the army here."
Of course, he was exaggerating a bit, but it was a valid question. What were soldiers doing here exactly? What were they doing exactly? Apparently those questions would be answered soon.
"So what now, team?"
A team of Aschen medics brushed through the people gathered at the temple while heading towards the Barracks. On the stretcher was a young soldier, no older than twenty crying for his mother, half of his face missing and his arm and leg torn apart. There was also a deep gash in the man's side, his intestines hanging from the gash while the Medics tried to stabilize him.
They shoved past Arrow and Rhea towards the Barracks, two Soldiers moving behind them, caked in blood and smelling of carrion and entrails.
They shoved past Arrow and Rhea towards the Barracks, two Soldiers moving behind them, caked in blood and smelling of carrion and entrails.
Another bad omen.
Casren stared, his mind hot with disbelief. Some force of the universe was discouraging this path, at all costs. The man was bloodied on the stretcher, was his end near? Who were these soldiers? Casren could swear he had smelled that scent before. Aside from the familiar waftings of mortal blood, of course. It hit him like a ship smashing to Terra. What were the Aschen doing here?
He looking to Sahlie and shrugged.
Casren stared, his mind hot with disbelief. Some force of the universe was discouraging this path, at all costs. The man was bloodied on the stretcher, was his end near? Who were these soldiers? Casren could swear he had smelled that scent before. Aside from the familiar waftings of mortal blood, of course. It hit him like a ship smashing to Terra. What were the Aschen doing here?
He looking to Sahlie and shrugged.
Rynhart approached the new arrivals with pointed purpose as he separated from the gathered onlookers in the courtyard. As he came to stop before them he briefly looked them over before nodding his head towards the temple steps.
"Come," he offered.
He headed up the steps without so much as a glance back, seemingly assuming the group would follow him. There were still a large number of Aschen soldiers idling within the courtyard, but the soldiers seemed to be for the most part not paying the temple residents much mind and he didn't spare them a glance either as he strode past with the new arrivals at his back.
"Come," he offered.
He headed up the steps without so much as a glance back, seemingly assuming the group would follow him. There were still a large number of Aschen soldiers idling within the courtyard, but the soldiers seemed to be for the most part not paying the temple residents much mind and he didn't spare them a glance either as he strode past with the new arrivals at his back.
Cináed raised an eyebrow at Sahlie, "Mr. Toasty?" he questioned, folding his arms with a smirk. He followed the others' eyes, then, to the soldiers spread out across the courtyard. His smile dropped into a faint frown, "Huh, I certainly wasn't expecting this sort of thing here." he remarked a little uneasily.
He lapsed into a momentary silence until Rynhart approached, at which point he blinked in surprise. "Come..? Are you in charge here..?" he started, but by that point the man was already walking away. He stared after him for a few moments before turning to the rest of the group. "Well, I guess that answers our question. As vague and mysterious as expected, I guess!"
With a beckoning gesture for the others to follow, he hurried after Rynhart into the Temple proper.
He lapsed into a momentary silence until Rynhart approached, at which point he blinked in surprise. "Come..? Are you in charge here..?" he started, but by that point the man was already walking away. He stared after him for a few moments before turning to the rest of the group. "Well, I guess that answers our question. As vague and mysterious as expected, I guess!"
With a beckoning gesture for the others to follow, he hurried after Rynhart into the Temple proper.
Casren followed after with a considerably less amount of enthusiasm. As he took in the temple, the soldiers who went unacknowledged, he wondered. Something, he could not say what, was not right here. The warning from the dish still quaked the fibers of his flesh. It was a threat to his very vampyric fate.
Who was it on the edge of that depression? Time had frozen and the voice had echoed sound over the mountain-scape. What divine being dare speak such definitive statements? It was troubling, indeed. A warning from the Gods? Vague and mysterious indeed. This mountain had produced nothing good, it had crushed his hopes and dreams under an avalanche of soul defiance.
Casren nodded and marched onward after the others, ready to be lead almost anywhere, so long as his questions would be answered.
Who was it on the edge of that depression? Time had frozen and the voice had echoed sound over the mountain-scape. What divine being dare speak such definitive statements? It was troubling, indeed. A warning from the Gods? Vague and mysterious indeed. This mountain had produced nothing good, it had crushed his hopes and dreams under an avalanche of soul defiance.
Casren nodded and marched onward after the others, ready to be lead almost anywhere, so long as his questions would be answered.
The light-hearted commentary would have to wait until later, it seemed, since the nearby troops and Rynhart put a damper on the mood. Exhaling upwards, a few strands of Sahlie's hair danced in his breath before he tossed his head to get them out of his eyes.
"How did that poem go again? "'Will you walk into my parlour,' said the spider to the fly,"" he sang softly, though not soft enough so that his companions couldn't hear him. "'Tis the prettiest parlour that ever you did spy.'"
With a last glance at the Aschen who were present, a few brisk strides brought Sahlie alongside Cináed. Maybe the questions that had plauged him for a month would finally be answered. Or maybe nothing would happen and it would turn out that coming up here was a waste of time. At the very least, he would know which it was.
"How did that poem go again? "'Will you walk into my parlour,' said the spider to the fly,"" he sang softly, though not soft enough so that his companions couldn't hear him. "'Tis the prettiest parlour that ever you did spy.'"
With a last glance at the Aschen who were present, a few brisk strides brought Sahlie alongside Cináed. Maybe the questions that had plauged him for a month would finally be answered. Or maybe nothing would happen and it would turn out that coming up here was a waste of time. At the very least, he would know which it was.
Rynhart cast Sahlie a curious look as they departed the courtyard, but said nothing further as he disappeared inside with the group at his heels.
The setting changes from Mountain Side Temple to Vestibule
Rynhart swept inside the temple which the group would find to be far more extravagant than the exterior might have hinted at. Spacious and with tall windows to allow plenty of light in, the room had an almost regal atmosphere. Towering pillars and artfully carved bas reliefs dominated the room alongside statues of heroes come and gone. Overhead an indoor balcony ran the length of either side of the hall to overlook those within the vestibule. A few knights of Le'thorian patrolled the walkways overhead, but the general atmosphere was far more welcoming than the courtyard had been.
Their footsteps echoed loudly through the hall as Rynhart led the way.
"If you require food and shelter, we offer both to travelers," he offered with a gesture towards the west wing of the temple. "But I imagine many of you are here for answers, not shelter," he added.
"I am Rynhart," he introduced. "Pardon the state of the place. The Aschen arrived only shortly before yourselves. Rhea, my sister and proprietor of this temple is with them as we speak. They had many wounded, and she may not be able to speak with you until later. In the meanwhile I will answer what questions I can should you have any, or you are welcome to wander the grounds until she is ready to see you."
Their footsteps echoed loudly through the hall as Rynhart led the way.
"If you require food and shelter, we offer both to travelers," he offered with a gesture towards the west wing of the temple. "But I imagine many of you are here for answers, not shelter," he added.
"I am Rynhart," he introduced. "Pardon the state of the place. The Aschen arrived only shortly before yourselves. Rhea, my sister and proprietor of this temple is with them as we speak. They had many wounded, and she may not be able to speak with you until later. In the meanwhile I will answer what questions I can should you have any, or you are welcome to wander the grounds until she is ready to see you."
Cináed gazed around at the impressive temple with wide eyes, bright with wonder. He gazed between the statues, almost missing when Rynhart started speaking so enthralled was he with the architecture. It was more impressive than anything he'd ever seen, in his limited experience of the world. He snapped to attention as the elf went on, however, waiting till he had finished speaking before taking the initiative on putting his questions forwards.
"I think..." Cináed glanced between his companions, "The question most of us have is why we were called here? In our dreams. I've been dreaming of this place for weeks, been pulled to it. Why?" The teen ran a hand through his hair, "My name is Cináed. I'm from Asta, a city to the west. Are you one of the Patronus?"
"I think..." Cináed glanced between his companions, "The question most of us have is why we were called here? In our dreams. I've been dreaming of this place for weeks, been pulled to it. Why?" The teen ran a hand through his hair, "My name is Cináed. I'm from Asta, a city to the west. Are you one of the Patronus?"
Rynhart shook his head. "That I cannot answer for you," he replied.
"Each of you was called here for reasons known only to yourself," he explained. "None here can speak for the one who sent out the call. We only receive those who arrive."
He thought a moment over how to better give the group some measure of closure to their journey.
"The order that resides within this temple is an ancient order that has been tasked with the preservation of Terra," he explained. "Each of us serves in different ways, but we have all sworn off allegiances to any home or country. We are a neutral entity."
There was a note of detachment from the man as he spoke, and his eyes often lingered upon the entryway that they had arrived from. Pensive some might have called him.
"Each of you was called here for reasons known only to yourself," he explained. "None here can speak for the one who sent out the call. We only receive those who arrive."
He thought a moment over how to better give the group some measure of closure to their journey.
"The order that resides within this temple is an ancient order that has been tasked with the preservation of Terra," he explained. "Each of us serves in different ways, but we have all sworn off allegiances to any home or country. We are a neutral entity."
There was a note of detachment from the man as he spoke, and his eyes often lingered upon the entryway that they had arrived from. Pensive some might have called him.
Obvious to the mood of the place (and to Rynhart's gender), The circuited crusader rolls up the lovely form of elvish beauty before him and does what rick does best, woo her with his manliness.
"Howdy ma'am, come here often?" the knee high construct inquires to Rynhart while doing a wheelie backwards. The pupil of his eye now shows a pixelated pink heart instead of the normal light green slit.
"Howdy ma'am, come here often?" the knee high construct inquires to Rynhart while doing a wheelie backwards. The pupil of his eye now shows a pixelated pink heart instead of the normal light green slit.
It began. He couldn't help it, or stop himself, for at this point his body was beyond control. The last few days had been a true trip for poor Casren, and as it looked the drug of his life wasn't ever wearing off.
It started as a single cry, pitched higher than the ceilings it flew towards on golden wings. A few more followed jumbling together in a giggle that rounded itself ever higher. Hysterical laughter whirled feathers of euphoria around the vestibule, tickling any who had the least bit of whimsy left in their heart.
Was it the The Call that buckled his knees, or the Crawling Chaos itself that dragged poor Casren groundwards? The man shrieked joy, failing in his feeble attempt to point to the heart, forgetting every trouble for just this moment.
It started as a single cry, pitched higher than the ceilings it flew towards on golden wings. A few more followed jumbling together in a giggle that rounded itself ever higher. Hysterical laughter whirled feathers of euphoria around the vestibule, tickling any who had the least bit of whimsy left in their heart.
Was it the The Call that buckled his knees, or the Crawling Chaos itself that dragged poor Casren groundwards? The man shrieked joy, failing in his feeble attempt to point to the heart, forgetting every trouble for just this moment.
"Casren?" Cináed looked towards the vampire with concern as he started to laugh hysterically, an expression that shifted to one of shock as he collapsed to the ground. He turned to lay a hand on the man's shoulder - an unnaturally warm touch, as ever, stark contrast to the cool of the vampire's dead flesh.
"What's wrong?" There didn't seem to be much regard for the fact that he had met the vampire mere hours ago on a winding mountain trail, where many would have awkwardly stood by and wondered at the stranger's eccentricity rather than interfere. He crouched down beside Casren, furrowing his brow. "D'you need to lie down or something? What's so ... funny?"
"What's wrong?" There didn't seem to be much regard for the fact that he had met the vampire mere hours ago on a winding mountain trail, where many would have awkwardly stood by and wondered at the stranger's eccentricity rather than interfere. He crouched down beside Casren, furrowing his brow. "D'you need to lie down or something? What's so ... funny?"
Casren felt the warmth and shivered, still smiling and giggling. He flapped a hand around, to everything, then let them settle in his lap. Breathing in real deep the vampire looked to the ceiling. There he held his breath, not needing to breath and not wanting to exhale just yet. Things just got stranger and stranger. Exhaustion, lack of blood, his age, it all was beginning to catch up to him.
The air wooshed from his mouth in a sigh. Casren looked to Cináed with a staling smile. What's wrong? What wasn't wrong? Time was stopping, soldiers were everywhere, the world was in a panic. What's funny? Exactly just that. Despite the pandemonium and chaos, things went on and happened. Despite things getting weirder, they became more normal. He chuckled once more, staying to the ground.
"The world is ending, friend, and we've front row seats," Casren then looked to Rynhart, smile fading even faster as he recalled the scene on the mountain. The time stopping in the bowl. "On our way here, something peculiar happened. Something like such a thing from a dream..."
The air wooshed from his mouth in a sigh. Casren looked to Cináed with a staling smile. What's wrong? What wasn't wrong? Time was stopping, soldiers were everywhere, the world was in a panic. What's funny? Exactly just that. Despite the pandemonium and chaos, things went on and happened. Despite things getting weirder, they became more normal. He chuckled once more, staying to the ground.
"The world is ending, friend, and we've front row seats," Casren then looked to Rynhart, smile fading even faster as he recalled the scene on the mountain. The time stopping in the bowl. "On our way here, something peculiar happened. Something like such a thing from a dream..."
"The figure on the pathway..." Cináed nodded, turning his attention back up to Rynhart, "There was a figure that appeared to us when we were climbing. Blue skinned, winged and wearing golden armour. Time stood still around us... it sounded. Uhg..." the teen ran a hand through his hair, searching for the right words to describe the experience but failing. "It was like... when it spoke, everything was listening. Not just us, but... the mountain..."
He made a noise of frustration, rising to a standing position again. "That sounds really stupid, but... I don't know how to describe it. It was terrifying. It said... it told us that the path we were on led to destruction. 'Tali'van'eh'. Do you know what that means?"
He made a noise of frustration, rising to a standing position again. "That sounds really stupid, but... I don't know how to describe it. It was terrifying. It said... it told us that the path we were on led to destruction. 'Tali'van'eh'. Do you know what that means?"
Rynhart gave the small mechanical construct a curious look as it addressed him. He seemed somewhat perplexed by the thing, though any inquiries he may have had into the nature of the AI were forgotten under Casren's abrupt outburst.
He watched the group impassively as Casren melted down in front of everyone, and he offered no word or question as to the man's strange behavior. This whole group seemed a bit off, weary from their travels perhaps.
It wasn't until Cinaed addressed Rynhart with specifics that he spoke again.
"I haven't seen nor heard of anything matching your recount, but we get a lot of strange occurrences out this way. The only one we have out here with any capability to tamper with time would be Tessa. I think she's out training with Noah right now though. You could speak with her when she returns."
He looked over the group once more as he mulled over the situation. "You all look like you could use some rest. Why don't you help yourself to the dormitories and the dining hall. I'm sure Rhea can speak with you further tomorrow."
He watched the group impassively as Casren melted down in front of everyone, and he offered no word or question as to the man's strange behavior. This whole group seemed a bit off, weary from their travels perhaps.
It wasn't until Cinaed addressed Rynhart with specifics that he spoke again.
"I haven't seen nor heard of anything matching your recount, but we get a lot of strange occurrences out this way. The only one we have out here with any capability to tamper with time would be Tessa. I think she's out training with Noah right now though. You could speak with her when she returns."
He looked over the group once more as he mulled over the situation. "You all look like you could use some rest. Why don't you help yourself to the dormitories and the dining hall. I'm sure Rhea can speak with you further tomorrow."
"I for one, am gonna have a look around!" Cináed declared, glancing down at Casren one last time to ensure that the man was alright. "You guys are welcome to tag along, but this place is just so much ... different to anywhere I've ever been before. I want to see every last corner of it!"
With a last grin back at the others, Cináed took off further into the vestibule, beginning to wander and examine the statues, carvings and intricacies of the temple. It wasn't long before he'd vanished further inside, putting thoughts of the strange event on the mountainside temporarily behind him.
With a last grin back at the others, Cináed took off further into the vestibule, beginning to wander and examine the statues, carvings and intricacies of the temple. It wasn't long before he'd vanished further inside, putting thoughts of the strange event on the mountainside temporarily behind him.
"Rest, yes," And blood. Casren really needed some blood. He needed to clear his mind as well. Though being a vampire already meant a world of oddity, the last few days were stranger than his centuries put together. Cináed seemed more excited than worried, which perplexed the vampire and had him questioning himself twice over. He waved as the young man vanished, noticing a slight chill descend upon the vestibule at Cináed's absence.
"Where would one find, er, Tessa?" Casren asked Rynhart, glancing around and taking in the fabulous interior. He worked to compose himself, straightening his clothes every now and again as he peered this way or that.
"Where would one find, er, Tessa?" Casren asked Rynhart, glancing around and taking in the fabulous interior. He worked to compose himself, straightening his clothes every now and again as he peered this way or that.