Post by Vale on May 16, 2011 2:08:18 GMT -5
...20 years work, nonstop, completed in a singular night....but at what cost?
"You are lying." The Seeker spoke, stabbing downwards at the hall table, through one of the various incomplete biblical texts. "It is impossible. There is no such thing as..."
"You come to me for a story, and yet you object when I tell you the truth. Brother Jarrick sold his soul to the Devil in order to complete it. The Codex Gigas, the largest tale to be completed. They said it would take 20 years to complete it to the degree that it was written, yet the Monk completed it within a night. At the cost of his eternal soul, he condemned both himself, Lord Kane, and the rest of his Bretheren in Bohema." The robed Man spoke, addressing and shifting his blade and bracer. "If it were not true, why would the Holy Order's Knight Seeker be here herself? Surely were it fake---you Knights would have other things to deal with."
"I care little for your theories, Astraalar. I am here to find the Codex, not to chase it's legends." The Seeker spoke, crossing her arms as her own fairly well polished armor shined bleakly in the dim candlelight.
Astraalar shifted his head slightly underneath the veil of darkness which shielded his face from the Seeker's own prying eyes.
"Every single name has been accounted for in the Vulgate Monestary, according to their Necrology. Every name, sans Jarrick, yet it was listed that he was to be walled up alive were he to fail in his endeavour. Crafting the Codex was not his challenge Seeker. He was punished for breaking his Monastic vows of Celibacy. His only chance at physical, mortal redemption lied with his eternal sacrifice to the dark One. Death was not the escape Jarrick was searching for you see, it was a chance to save his unborn child. Honour and nobility are not given Seeker. They are earned." Astraalar spoke as he turned slightly to fiddle with a candle, playing with it's dancing light.
"So where is the Codex then? What were it's contents." The Seeker spoke, tapping her foot slightly, slowly growing tired of the Robed Man's tale.
"What it says, Seeker, is irrelevant. The tales within that tome have been read, edited, and censored senselessly. There is a folio image inside of it. That is what is important, but you already knew of it. Didn't you?"
"We do not have the luxury of discussing that, assuming you even knew what you were insinuating." The Seeker spoke, crossing her arms again---visibly distressed over the shadowy figure.
"I know all too well why the Holy Order seeks the Codex. That Folio depicts exactly what the Dark One is. It is the evidence to your Cultist dogma." Astraalar spoke, snuffing one candle out.
"Light it again. And mind your tongue streetear. Or the next light to be snuffed will be your own."
"You are lying." The Seeker spoke, stabbing downwards at the hall table, through one of the various incomplete biblical texts. "It is impossible. There is no such thing as..."
"You come to me for a story, and yet you object when I tell you the truth. Brother Jarrick sold his soul to the Devil in order to complete it. The Codex Gigas, the largest tale to be completed. They said it would take 20 years to complete it to the degree that it was written, yet the Monk completed it within a night. At the cost of his eternal soul, he condemned both himself, Lord Kane, and the rest of his Bretheren in Bohema." The robed Man spoke, addressing and shifting his blade and bracer. "If it were not true, why would the Holy Order's Knight Seeker be here herself? Surely were it fake---you Knights would have other things to deal with."
"I care little for your theories, Astraalar. I am here to find the Codex, not to chase it's legends." The Seeker spoke, crossing her arms as her own fairly well polished armor shined bleakly in the dim candlelight.
Astraalar shifted his head slightly underneath the veil of darkness which shielded his face from the Seeker's own prying eyes.
"Every single name has been accounted for in the Vulgate Monestary, according to their Necrology. Every name, sans Jarrick, yet it was listed that he was to be walled up alive were he to fail in his endeavour. Crafting the Codex was not his challenge Seeker. He was punished for breaking his Monastic vows of Celibacy. His only chance at physical, mortal redemption lied with his eternal sacrifice to the dark One. Death was not the escape Jarrick was searching for you see, it was a chance to save his unborn child. Honour and nobility are not given Seeker. They are earned." Astraalar spoke as he turned slightly to fiddle with a candle, playing with it's dancing light.
"So where is the Codex then? What were it's contents." The Seeker spoke, tapping her foot slightly, slowly growing tired of the Robed Man's tale.
"What it says, Seeker, is irrelevant. The tales within that tome have been read, edited, and censored senselessly. There is a folio image inside of it. That is what is important, but you already knew of it. Didn't you?"
"We do not have the luxury of discussing that, assuming you even knew what you were insinuating." The Seeker spoke, crossing her arms again---visibly distressed over the shadowy figure.
"I know all too well why the Holy Order seeks the Codex. That Folio depicts exactly what the Dark One is. It is the evidence to your Cultist dogma." Astraalar spoke, snuffing one candle out.
"Light it again. And mind your tongue streetear. Or the next light to be snuffed will be your own."
Congrats grimn! You're in the real mode, now. I've no doubt that you'll surprise yourself on just how tough and mature you can be.