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Post by The Stranger on Apr 16, 2008 18:14:15 GMT -5
Pylos the Apostates and his small band of fanatics are relaxing in their hide out. A small fire lights the room. With a suddenly whoosh, the fire raises to the size of a bonfire, and yet the room seems darker, rather than brighter than before.
Five shadowy figures appear in the building.
"Pylos... Pylos Frey! The Lord of Light and Shadow has demands to make of you."
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Post by Rickard and Laurence Evergreen on Apr 16, 2008 18:23:05 GMT -5
He stands, drawing his blade to fend off these intruders, before he hears his true name...
"Who calls upon the Apostate by his dead name?"
He lowers the blade, his face a mess of emotions. Were these frauds or true mesengers...? Yet he dropped to his knees and relinquished his weapon... why, he did not know. Perhaps hope had taken his reins. He prayed he had not given himself over to foolishness instead...
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 16, 2008 18:26:43 GMT -5
"You are known to us Pylos Frey. Pylos the Apostate. We come to you because the Lord of Light says now, now is the time for your induction into his service, and into the warmth of his shadows. The strength of the enemy grows Pylos, and his agents are abroad in the land. Only the true and consecrated followers of Rh'llor can prevent their plans for eternal night."
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Post by Rickard and Laurence Evergreen on Apr 16, 2008 18:31:58 GMT -5
"I am ready!" tears in his eyes, he spread his arms in acceptance. "My flesh is his! I would add my flame to his and be snuffed out so that R'hllor would glow brighter! I would spring Lightbringer from my own body were he to set me in the other's path!"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 16, 2008 18:33:41 GMT -5
"That is not your role to play, Pylos Frey, Pylos the Apostate. You will serve another purpose for us." The five voices speak in unison, in a disconcerting way.
"Are you ready for your task, Pylos....?"
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Post by Rickard and Laurence Evergreen on Apr 16, 2008 18:36:11 GMT -5
He nodded at he was, his red hair and beard a mess.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 16, 2008 18:43:55 GMT -5
"You must prepare the North for the coming of the Light-bringer. Ensure that he will have friends and servants in every heath and home. But you must stay in the shadows, for they are warm and will keep you safe. The flame that burns too hot too soon will be snuffed out. You will be snuffed out unless you take care. Prepare the North for his coming, Pylos who was once Frey. Do you accept this task?"
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Post by Rickard and Laurence Evergreen on Apr 16, 2008 18:46:49 GMT -5
"I do... I shall..."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 16, 2008 18:48:32 GMT -5
"Step forward and accept the Light-bringer's gift, and the badge of your office."
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Post by Rickard and Laurence Evergreen on Apr 16, 2008 18:51:54 GMT -5
He stands and then steps forward without hesitation. His face is wet, his heart is quick, but his eyes are calm and ready.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 16, 2008 18:57:14 GMT -5
The figure is revealed to be that of a man, perhaps middle aged, clearly of Andal origin, but otherwise unremarkable in anyway. He takes Frey's upturned palm, and places into it a red dagger. The handle feels cool to the touch, at first, but then the man clamps his hands down on Pylos' hand, and the weapon begins to heat up, getting warmer, and finally extricatingly hot so that Pylos himself fears he will burst into flames.
"Do not forget your duty Pylos who was Frey. You are now one of the Lord of Light's Red Daggers, you must not fail him."
The man steps back, and the five quickly depart, disappearing before they can be followed.
Pylos finds his hand unburned and uninjured.
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Hope you all are well and happy.