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Mountain Side Temple

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

The looming temple stands sentinel over the icy peaks. Wayward soul or hero to be, all with benevolent intentions will find sanctuary within these hallowed halls. The temple is inhabited and guarded by the Patronus and the Knights of Le'thorian.

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The Temple Grounds

A spacious courtyard is situated at the base of the temple and several small out-buildings surround the area. To the east lies the temple barracks, a formidable and defensible structure that currently houses the Knights of Le'thorian and their Captain, Arrow Flight. Much of the structure has been raised from rough hewn rock from the mountain itself, leaving it laced with rich veins of adamantine to reinforce the walls.

To the west is a large training yard surrounded by sturdy stone walls. The rich veins of adamantine within the mountain leave the natural hewn walls of the training yard well capable of withstanding a great deal of abuse.

To the north the main temple itself stands sentinel over the icy peaks, both tall and proud with its banner flying high. Wayward soul or hero to be, all with benevolent intentions will find sanctuary within these halls.

The Mountain Side Temple serves as the central base of operation for the Patronus, an ancient order of champions and heroes, and an ever present call can be felt to those of a heart to walk the path of the Patronus. With a vast array of knowledge contained within its library, the temple also serves as a strong lure for scholars and historians. Adding to the diversity of the temple residents, wayward travelers often pass through its halls.
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Mountain Side Temple

The looming temple stands sentinel over the icy peaks. Wayward soul or hero to be, all with benevolent intentions will find sanctuary within these hallowed halls. The temple is inhabited and guarded by the Patronus and the Knights of Le'thorian.

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Mountain Side Temple is a part of The Icy Peaks.

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Tyrant Wyrms [17] The collective consciousness that is the Tyrant Wyrms.
Sha Li [14] Mage recently trained by the Patronus
Anzo Tinzdale [13] Heroic Slinger
Loyahl 'Sentry' Zpolebh [11] "Under all speech that is good for anything there lies a silence that is better. Silence is deep as eternity; speech is shallow as time."
Gal'mok Fireblade [11] "I taught him almost everything he knows, and now I must pay the consequences for it."
Sarah Lightblade [10] Maker of Creation
Rahuna Kell [10] Dangerously intelligent.
Urza Slate [10] Knight of Winter - Bearer of the Unseelie Knight's Mantle
Rida Galimas [8] 'Sup?

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"There are two warring sides upon Misrana; the Supremacy and the Rebellion. We, of the Rebellion, are trying to free our planet from the Supremacy's oppressive rule. We can't do it alone. We may be somewhat impressive, having not been overwhelmed by their rule, but we still need help. I hear you fight for the just. Was I wrong?"

Rida stood behind Rahuna, watching Rynhard closely. His eyes rolled in his head, and he swayed. Rahuna could smell the alcohol on him from where she stood, but refused to pay attention to him.

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"The Patronus fights many things," Rynhart replied. "But it isn't often that it chooses sides in matters of political strife. It exists as a neutral entity," he explained. "We're not mercenaries."

"Come, we can speak further inside."

He nodded his head towards the barracks before leading the way inside.

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Terra Ray was definitely not good with finding places, but she just needed to find someone to investigate she supposed. Terra just thought of going to the Courtyard she probably missed...

Quickly heading over there, she slowly walked there instead of running because she didn't enjoy fitness much... Just quiet and meditation.

Terra overheard the word
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while close by..she arrived at the Courtyard.

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"Very well. Thank you." said Rahuna, grabbing the crook of Rida's jacket to drag him inside, following Rynhart. She looked back at the ATW, which began to follow them quietly.

Rida looked behind them just in time to see Terra. In his stupor, he offered her a drunken wave.

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Terra Ray was slightly concerned about the drunk man... Hopefully he doesn't suffer from a hangover like most drunks do. Terra was bored of staying here all alone...

She has done enough meditation recently... Well she went to the Barracks after a long wait of thinking and deciding.

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#, as written by Knosis
The wind blew across the silvery landscape high along the mountain side. Many centuries had passed since the last time any living thing had set foot in this forsaken place. The temple was nearly completely hidden beneath the ice and snow, reflecting the dull rays of the sun as it began to fall below the peak of the mountain side.

The wind blew into the hole of which the entrance of the temple could be found, moaning a deep bellowing song that sounded almost sorrowful. Many had forgotten about this place, and its purpose was all but lost with time. But within its crystalline chambers, there was a secret within that slumbered, waiting for the day that it should be needed again.

On the top of the door way of the entrance of the temple were written in ancient tongue, meaning lost and faded away in time.

It stood as if waiting.

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#, as written by Tiko
While Windcrest temple was far from desolate given that it housed the brunt of the Patronus order, the Knights of Le'thorian, and various travelers and scholars, the former temple it was built overtop of still existed deep beneath its halls carefully preserved for its historic value. Though some portions of the temple had been damaged by violence and battles of old, when the Patronus order was at the peak of its battle against the Orsa of Terminus, the altar room and passageway down into the old temple remained intact.

The ancient draconic runes over the archway for those who could speak the language appeared to be runes to ward passage to all save those with benevolent intentions, but the cracked and chipped stone of the pillars left one to question whether the wards remained intact.

Most of the Patronus kept to the upper temple, and few visited the lower levels these days.

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#, as written by Maree
A woman stepped into the temple with a rifle slung over her shoulder and a feathered hat upon her head. A brow was arched as she scanned across the inside of the temple. There was no one home, or at least that she could find.

Lady Samsara was here in order to investigate a lead that she had gotten wind of in the City. A meteor had streaked across the sky not a day before. A feather had floated right down into her hand and Lady Samsara knew that it was a sign of great adventures to come! So, she had placed the feather into her hat and let her feet guide her wherever they may.

That was how she ended up in the temple inside the mountains.

"Right then, show yourself," Lady Samara called out to the temple. "I do not have time to waste looking for you. No need to be shy." Of course she had no idea if anything was going to answer. There was just a feeling.

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#, as written by Tiko
Rynhart entered the area from the training yard to the west. He gesturing again towards the long line of icy stairs that led up to the courtyard. The route he proposed led down into the mountains and away from the throngs of people that tended to linger within the immediate area.

"Shall we?" he asked as he glanced to Casren.

The snow and ice was kept relatively clear of the open courtyard, but patches of slick rock remained for those who did not watch their step. The climate up here was certainly not for the faint of heart.

"I understand you must be frustrated, but I assure you the recent situations have been out of all of our hands. I will do what I can to answer your questions in Rhea's absence."

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Out of everyone's hands, that was the main problem. Casren followed Rynhart with ease despite the furrow in his brow. The man's eyes were cast down to the ground. Ice's lesson had been learned on the way up this bloody rock. Beware the road ahead, Casren thought with a twist of his mouth. It could all melt in Hell. The cold still bit him and he still wrapped a scarf around his nose in outdoor travel when he couldn't bear it any longer. Oh how he missed the Cursed Wood. He had recuperated over his time here pleasantly and was starting to even glimmer, not sparkle, as healthy people tended to do. But still.

Turning to Rynhart, looking him in the face for the first time in lieu of recent events, Casren realized he was in fact frustrated. Why was he so frustrated? 'Tali'van'eh, the coming will be.' He pulled off the scarf.

"Out of our hands, of course," Casren ran a hand through his hair, "'Tali'van'eh, the coming will be. Beware the road ahead,' can you not see? Fool I should have-" He stopped and breathed, smiling mournfully after a moment with sad eyes.

"Practically predicted. Coming up the mountain something-someone!-froze space and time, appearing gloriously to say..." Casren flopped out a hand, "'Tali'van'eh, the coming will be. Beware the road ahead'." He then gestured in a circle, as if to insinuate it all had been the prediction of that one strange appear-er on the mountain. Everything. The wars. The death. The chaos. "Beware the road ahead! But, the first part...'Tali'van'eh, the coming will be'..." Casren sighed and shook his head, looking defeated.

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#, as written by Tiko
"Perhaps you're thinking on this too much," Rynhart replied thoughtfully as they picked their way down the stone steps. "You have an ominous warning to prepare for something, but you don't know what, or from whom?" he asked. "Perhaps it has already passed, perhaps it looms on the horizon. Can you ever know for certain?"

"I knew a seer once," he continued. "She said that knowing ones future is a curse as much as a blessing. She said it is the hands of those who don't know their future that are most capable of changing it. They haven't yet resigned themselves to it. Perhaps it is for this reason that warnings of the future always seem cryptic."

"The future is never set, and all we can do is prepare for what it throws at us. That is what this temple serves to accomplish," he explained. "We prepare. For what is uncertain, but I do know this. In my experience if we wait until we know those answers, it is too late to act."

"You say that you received this warning on your way up the mountain?" Rynhart asked. "Tell me, what would you be doing here today, had you not received this warning? What brought you here."

Their path Rynhart led them along had taken a winding turn as it began to climb a rocky incline of snow and ice. Few tracks had broken the crust of snow in this direction.

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"The dreams," Casren said, "are what brought me here. Today?" He walked along, eyeballing the rough road ahead with a sigh. Nothing was ever simple, was it? Not even a walk from here to there on this godforsaken icicle.

"Today I might be in a meeting, doing something diplomatic perhaps, training one of my kin in the process if at all possible. Handling the handlings of the Vankoryth Detente," He sighed, "for all it's ever worth." Casren did not bother to mention that he would be attempting to woo a certain woman-thing on the side, or arguing with one kin in particular.

"Had I not received the dreams, or been on the mountain, the warn-" Casren stepped over a large ice patch with a glare, "The warning. Would I have still received it, had I remained in the Cursed Wood? Was it meant for I, or they, or were we meant to be messengers?" Casren grew silent and continued to pick along the path. Was it a warning for everyone at once? Were they just supposed to backpedal everything they were doing in all areas, in hope that one of the things would be the thing that was bewared? Spaceships and the Crawling Chaos! A fang protruded to chew his lip as he thought curses at the situation.

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"You don't seem particularly enthused about that prospect," Rynhart noted. "I would put this warning from your mind. You won't find these answers until they're ready to be found. If this being had intended you to know yet, it would have told you."

The pair were nearing the crest of the incline.

"Whatever drew you here, it meant enough to you to leave that other place behind. Sometimes the right path for us isn't always the easiest, or the funnest," he explained.

As they cleared the crest what came into view was nothing short of spectacular. For all the cold, the ice, and the harshness of the mountains, there was a raw beauty to them as well for those who took the time to look. Rolling peaks, frozen lakes, wide swaths of pine forests and the glimmering sheen of pristine unbroken snow glittering beneath the noon day sun were visible as far as the eye could see. It was as Casren remembered in his dream. The temple lay at their back, and the whole of the mountains stretched out before them.

"You should think about staying a while longer. You might come to like it out here," he remarked. "We can never know what lies ahead, not for certain. But we can prepare for the worst."

Rynhart seemed a bit distant as he looked out over the mountains. Distracted perhaps. After a moment he shook his head.

"Think on it a while," Rynhart offered as he turned to head back towards the temple leaving Casren to either follow, or to linger behind to mull over his thoughts.

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Casren was silent in agreement as the ascended the crest. He shivered at the thought of never seeing the Cursed Wood again, of being so far from his home. More importantly, his people. Monsters, maybe, but people nonetheless.

Suddenly, there it was. His breath would have caught if he had been breathing. Casren was a statue as he was surrounded in a dream. The harsh cold faded away at this glorious sight. The sun even felt as if it was touching his face. Hearing Rynhart, the luster of the plunging valleys and frosted peaks began to fade. Staying a while longer. A cool wind swept his hair, he shuddered and wrapped the scarf tight. We can prepare for the worst. He breathed in, deep, slow, the fresh mountain air. It crisped his insides despite their already certain decay. He was more ready for the morgue than ever. The snow glimmered, taunting him to prepare for the worst. Stay here? For how long? He didn't even want to think about what was happening back home. If anything was happening. Nobody had sent for him, after all. He glared at the beautiful view, turning to follow Rynhart.

"The worst has yet to come, I'm afraid," Though the man felt it would come sooner than later. He wanted to ask of his people, of the future, of anything to reason out what happened on the mountain. A warning from the Gods, wars, the next thing he knew a new age would spring from nowhere. It would be the renaissance, the industrial revolution, everything would change and die a bit more. And would he even live to see it, through the first wars that would break everything, the borders? Would his people? Did they need him? Was it worth trying? Could you save the damned? Casren pushed a hand through his hair. That's all he felt, was damned.

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He wasn't sure if it was just him, or if it really had gotten colder than the last time he had been at the temple. He let out a chilled sigh as he contemplated the possibility of it, and then proceeded to raise a hand to his face to wipe at his red nose. That's what he got for taking time off in a warmer climate. He was nearing just the end of the incline, a hundred more feet or so and the temple would be visible. He was excited to see the progress that had been made, as it was still in mid-renovation when he left.

They had been expanding, building a new one over the old as means to both preserve the history of the place yet make room for the ever growing influx of members. It didn't take long for him to traverse those hundred feet or so, and he found himself pleasantly surprised at the site of the finished temple. It was definitely bigger.

Though, it seemed unusually empty at the moment, nothing stirring at his arrival. Maybe they were all inside, or away. He didn't think much of it as he shrugged and ascended the outer steps.

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It was late enough into the evening that the chill in the air had driven most of the temple residents indoors, though Loyahl caught sight of several Knights of Le'thorian stationed on guard. There were nearly double what Loyahl recalled being typically on duty in his past visits.

The interior was no less guarded as he entered the vestibule and more knights could be seen patrolling the indoor balcony that overlooked the hall.

Many of the residents had found their way into the dining hall for their evening meal, but a few people passed through the vestibule going about their various affairs.

Loyahl only made it about halfway into the hall before the familiar figure of Rynhart spotted him and approached.

"It is good to see you again," Rynhart remarked. "Staying long?" he asked.

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Loyahl did nothing more than make silent note of the seemingly increased amount of people on the inside, taking into consideration that it was normal for a bigger space to have more occupants. He was glad that it was a familiar face that stopped him and not somebody new.

Loyahl first responded with a nod to Rynhart before pondering his question and giving an answer. "I suppose this time around I'm staying as long as I'm needed, just like always. What's new?" He was indeed curious what all he had missed in his time away.

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#, as written by Script
Aiedai led Nereus out through the old temple, and the pair shortly emerged onto the mountain side a short distance from the main Patronus temple. A light dusting of snow was drifting through the chilled air, but the clouds overhead seemed to be slowly clearing up, rays of light piercing them here and there. The pale girl turned to look over her shoulder at the man accompanying her before speaking. "My name is Aiedai Nasazura. I am a member of an order known as The Patronus. We uphold a duty to the realm, to protect it and its inhabitants from harm, and to lend our aid to any of good heart who need it."

She continued moving, making the short journey up the path to the temple gates and the courtyard beyond. The pair passed several armoured Knights of Le'thorian as they entered, but largely the courtyard was filled with a mishmash of peoples - scholars, initiates, and travellers all milled around in the open area. The temple itself stood proud overhead, a tall and impressive structure topped with a domed tower. "I will take you to the infirmary, where you can be properly treated. What is your name?"

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Nereus followed close behind Aiedai, his eyes darting back and forth across the landscape surrounding him. The man's aura coated him like a thin veil, forming and evaporating into the air like mist. A noticeable scent of vanilla trailed him with every footstep. "My name is Nereus, descendant of chaos and son of the sea." The words seemed to flow off his tongue, as if he had been used to stating his titles.

Despite being shirtless, he appeared to like the cold weather. Nereus pressed his right hand to the wound on his shoulder as if to check the state of his injury. It was at least a few centimeters deep, stopping only just before the bone. The pain should have been excruciating, yet his face resembled an aesthetic mask; indifferent and passive. "I let my emotions get the best of me sometimes. I apologize for earlier." Mumbling something under his breath, the sword strapped to his back began to glow faintly. It was clear he wasn't entirely comfortable not knowing the full details of his situation. "Don't take anything personally. I've been taught at an early age not to lend trust to those outside my bloodline."

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"It is no trouble. I am used to unnerving those who do not know me. And a small measure of mistrust is healthy, save you become so naive to be foolhardy." Aiedai replied, nodding her head. "The son of the sea? That sounds important," she remarked, "Might I ask how you came to be within our old temple? I overheard that you were suffering some confusion on that matter yourself, but what do you remember of coming here?"

A few of the knights in the courtyard shot Nereus' glowing sword wary glances, but in the company of Aiedai, none challenged him on it. There were far odder things here than a magic sword, after all. The girl led Nereus across the courtyard towards a moderately sized building separate from the temple itself. "This is the infirmary. There should be a doctor within who can treat you."

She pushed the door open gently and walked inside, holding it open for Nereues to follow her.

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Nereus gave a slight nod to Aiedai, not giving the armed soldiers much attention. "I was important once." He let out a light sigh, as if disappointed in his own bitterness. Following the woman into the infirmary, he would stare a hole into the ground, thinking to himself for a moment. "I was on a naval voyage far from my home. There was a great storm that swallowed my ship, but not before tossing me about the captain's quarters. I awoke on the floor in a dark corridor. The tunnels...they bore the a similar description to the great catacombs, except with less bones. I thought I was in Hades."

The sword on the man's back hummed at the last word that had come out of the man's mouth. Nereus didn't seem to be too concerned, pacing his way about the room before returning to Aiedai. He didn't seem to like standing in place. "I have good reason to be afraid of strangers. I have seen horrible creatures lifted directly from your greatest nightmares. Then again, the worst enemies are the ones you can look straight in the eye without realizing their intentions."

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A booming sound reverberated throughout the area as a lone ship appeared on the horizon, the sky lit up by the trail of fire that streamed from one of its engines. The craft swayed to and fro in the evening sky as its pilot attempted to steady its course, though the turbulence threatened to rip them apart.

"We're coming in hard, brace yourselves!" shouted Norill to his crew members as he struggled to keep the wheel steady. The troopers scrambled to find an empty seat or anything sturdy enough to tie themselves down to. The captain managed to guide the vessel onto a relatively flat portion of the mountain, though the impact was no less as harsh. The cruiser slammed into the side of the mountain, the rocky terrain shedding much of its metallic underbelly as it lost momentum. It continued to slide until it finally slammed until it collided with a large wall of rock and ice, ripping of its left set of wings in the process.

Silence crept over the crash site and lingered for minutes until the top hatch of the wrecked aircraft was blown from its hinges. The first to climb out was Norill, then his apprentice, and the small unit of clone troopers after him. The crew took a moment to recover, still slightly disorientated from the crash landing.

"Colt, scan the area and see where we've landed." commanded Norill, to which the head ARC Trooper behind him nodded. He scanned the area, trying to see if any of the landmarks were recognizable. Nothing.. The temple in the distance did catch his attention however.

Colt grumbled while trying to pull up the scanner built into his gauntlet, but to no avail. "Scanner's fried sir, must've happened in the crash."

Norill furrowed his brow in frustration and pointed toward the temple he'd spotted earlier. "There, maybe whoever is staying there will have some answers for us. Let's move!" Aeka followed closely behind her master while the troopers moved to either side of them and advanced forward.

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What in the name of all of Terra could this little sight be? Iason simply watched from the steps of the temple with his own electric binoculars just to smile and lower them from his gaze only to turn his attention to his already landed ship. The assassin was supposed to meet up with Byron and the Jedi who was constantly described as "The beginning of all things" only to aid in the repairs of their ship and make their way to Master Mor so that the next phase of the plans could be set into motion. It was however a damn shame that there was a empty time slot for the assassin to have a bit of fun while he was here.

Slowly standing from his position Iason would step on over to his ship just to open a small storage unit on the side and produce a flare gun from which he quickly loaded and aimed up into the sky only to allow the orange streak to escape from the barrel and explode high up in the air to signify that he had seen the crashed ship and its crew.

"Master Mor..." The assassin chimed in over his wrist communicator with a rather wicked grin upon his face. "The party guests have just arrived. Should I entertain them for awhile for you or is there something else you wanted me to do with them?" In response to the assassins query a document was sent to the assassin along with his own quizzical brow being raised.

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The mountain trail would have been harsh to many a traveller, but to those versed in crossing between planes, such worldly hazards were of little concern. The swift shape of a fox sped at unlikely velocity up the mountain, its paws barely seeming to grace the ground as it moved. That was not the only thing odd about it, however. The shape of the fox appeared to be entirely translucent, a pale blue glow emanating from its similarly coloured body. Its eyes glowed brightly with white, as did the patterns upon its hide, standing out from the less intense blue of the rest.

Such was the visible form of one walking in the plane of spirits, of souls. Like a ghost, the fox was not hindered by that which would cause any regular being pause. Sheer surfaces were scaled in leaps and bounds, blockages of rock were passed straight through without trouble. Any walking the trail would scarcely see more than a blur of light as the fox bounded past, or perhaps straight across in front of them as it cut a corner up the side of the mountain.

Within the spirit realm, Achaeos did not see the world the same as those without. Some aspects were the same: the scenery, static structures, and anything inanimate that had remained stationary for sufficient time were all present, albeit with a blueish coloured filter. But humans, animals or otherwise living beings, appeared only as hovering wisps. Souls, spirits, whatever you wished to call them. To the untrained eye there was little way of distinguishing them, one from another, but to Achaeos each soul spoke volumes about the being it was attached to.

There were also the other spirits: those not attached to the mortal plane. Either like him, they had crossed bodily into this realm, or they resided here permanently. They took upon a shape, just as he maintained his fox form. In the distance a dragon flew; an air spirit perhaps, or a demon. The denizens of this world were dangerous, but most thought better of interfering with the kitsune. He was powerful (and such things were obvious here) and they respected that power.

As he swiftly ascended the mountain, something caught his eye. The violent descent of the ship was not visible to him clearly in this realm, but the emotional state of its passengers was. Their spirits were flaring with panic and fear, falling from the sky. It was clear something was amiss. And so fluidly, mid-leap, Achaeos crossed from the spirit realm and back to the mortal plane. Padded feet met the ground solidly for the first time upon the mountain, as his body took upon its natural red-brown colour and opacity. He paused upon a pile of rocks to observe the situation that he had only caught a whisper of in the spirit realm.

A short distance below him, at the bottom of the outcrop he was perched upon, a craft of some nature had crashed. It seemed as though all had survived. Achaeos could not detect any souls leaving their mortal forms, but that did not mean there were no injuries. A few short leaps and bounds later, and he was descending towards the pathway that the ship's passengers were taking towards the temple that had been his own destination too.

The fox leaped from over the path, and the man's feet touched the ground as Achaeos, having shifted to his human form, dropped into a crouch to land, lantern flickering warmly in the cold air. His long hair draped over his shoulders and down to his waist and his kimono shifted in a river of cloth as he rose to stand, turning to face the troopers and their leaders. "Greetings," he said, bowing politely towards them, "I mean you no harm, strangers. I saw your crash, and came to see if I could offer any aid. Are you all unhurt?"

When the flare gun went off near the temple, Achaeos turned towards it briefly, frowning at the malice that he sensed emanating from beneath it. It did not bode well that such an individual was at the very temple he had felt compelled to seek out. Was this not the home of the Patronus order that he had heard tell of? A trick, maybe: a lure by some malicious entity? Either way, it demanded investigation, but not until he had ascertained the status of these others.

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The ARC Troopers stopped suddenly in surprise, aiming their plasma rifles at the feline that appeared before them. It was only until the command to cease was given did they lower their weapons. Odd.. I didn't even sense its presence until just now. Norill stepped forward to greet the boy, still cautious of him. "Luckily no one was injured in the landing. Could you tell us where we are?"

The sound of a flare caught the group's attention, causing them to turn their heads in that direction. "Do you feel that?.." asked Aeka while stepping to her master's side, keeping her eyes in that direction. "Yeah, I do.." There was another force-sensitive in that area, a dark side user, and it was likely that they were the ones who had fired the flare. But why give away their position? Surely is was better to mask one's presence from other Force users.

The clones spoke among themselves, unaware of what they two Jedi spoke of. "Probably just some Force mumbo-jumbo.."

"Yeah, looks like I'll get to put some wear-and-tear on this new armor!"

"Shut it Rookie." chimed another Trooper.