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Post by whatever on Dec 17, 2009 12:35:36 GMT -5
A huge snow-white marble building topped by a giant silvered dome whose milk glass windows show all the phases of the moon. A pair of marble maidens flank its gates supporting a crescent-shaped lintel.
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Post by whatever on Dec 17, 2009 12:39:58 GMT -5
Lysaer looked upon the large building that had once been his home when he was a child. He didn't know how to describe the feeling of having to step into it again, since he had made the best of it to stay away from it since he left.
He had left a note at the The House of the Red Hands, telling the healer to bring his daughter and Jurok to the temple at the time that he believed the Lady Antaryon would arrive.
He straightened his clothes and headed toward the gates.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 17, 2009 12:42:30 GMT -5
As Lysaer takes a moment to step over the doorway of the temple, he can indeed see the healer and his daughter ahead of him perhaps forty people ahead.
A short while later there is a commotion in the rear, as the Antaryon family entered the temple and lesser people are moved out of their way.
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Post by whatever on Dec 17, 2009 12:49:14 GMT -5
Lysaer bowed his head respectfully as the Antaryon family walks into the temple, while he scanned the crowd for Jurok.
After the Antaryon's had moved ahead, he tried to find a place close to the healer and his daugther.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 17, 2009 14:47:11 GMT -5
The healer looks over and sees Lysaer, and nods very cautiously, not wanting to betray him.
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Post by whatever on Dec 17, 2009 14:57:27 GMT -5
Lysaer looks back, touching his ring-finger and nods toward the daughter and raises his eye-brows to look surprised, then mouthing: Jurok?
He moves a little bit behind another man standing in the crowd, so that the daughter doesn't get a clear view of him, but still so that he is able to see the healer.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 17, 2009 15:01:37 GMT -5
The healer shrugs.
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Post by whatever on Dec 17, 2009 15:07:09 GMT -5
Lysaer frowned, not at all satisified with how his plan were proceeding. With Jurok missing, he wouldn't be able to confront him with the Lady Antaryon and the daughter.
He looked around, trying to think of something else that he could do. He moved further back, keeping his eye on the healer's daughter and her father, while he tried to spot Lord Antaryon in the front.
He also tried to look for a priest or something, that would be old enough to remember him.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 17, 2009 15:20:26 GMT -5
An older priest who Lysaer recognizes from his childhood. The man smiles at Lysaer as he drifts by.
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Post by whatever on Dec 17, 2009 15:23:31 GMT -5
Lysaer nodded to the priest, and tried to catch him so he would be able to get a few words with the old man. He knew that the priests here would not treat him as they had in his younger years, but maybe he would be able to get one of them to hand a message to Lord Antaryon.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 17, 2009 15:25:10 GMT -5
"Can I help you son," the moonsinger asked, gently straightening out his robe from where Lysaer had grabbed him.
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Post by whatever on Dec 17, 2009 15:27:21 GMT -5
"I hope so, brother Vamor. I don't know if you recognize me, but I was here as a child, Lysaer Nayce. I was going to ask you for a favor, if that is possible."
Lysaer said and bowed slightly.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 17, 2009 15:31:22 GMT -5
"By all means, how may I help you?" the priest asks.
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Post by whatever on Dec 17, 2009 15:39:24 GMT -5
"I was wondering if you would be able to get a message to Lord Antaryon that I would like to speak with him about his daughter and a man named Jurok."
He looked over where the Antaryons were seated, trying to see if the woman he saw with Jurok was there.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 17, 2009 15:41:29 GMT -5
The daughter is clearly there, seated between the father and mother.
The priest nods, and approaches and whispers to Antaryon.
Antaryon stands and leaves the main room of the temple. A short while later two bravos approach, "Come with us," they say.
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Hope you all are well and happy.