Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Nasazura's Rest: Temple Grounds

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Sylvire smiled and nodded to each of the new arrivals in turn as they introduced themselves, occasionally offering a few words by way of response, or shaking their hands were such gestures offered. If she was phased by the diversity (and in some cases oddity) of the group, she did not show it.

To one of the group, she said a little more. When Jake stepped forwards with his somewhat impetuous demand, she offered him a sad smile. "I promise you, we are doing all we can to aid your home. Scarlet and the mages of Celestia have been working tirelessly since the events of a few weeks ago to keep the calamities there contained, and protect those who chose to remain there. However, it remains to be seen whether it is within our capabilities to fully reverse what has befallen the city. Only time, I fear, can tell us that."

When the introductions were complete, she addressed them as a whole once more. "Welcome, once again, to all of you. It's been a long time since the Vanguard has seen such an influx of new initiates, and it is heartening to see you have come here from all across Valore. I'm sure that you've all had a long and difficult journey, however, and so I won't delay you here any longer. Captain Shelby," she turned to address the Knight who had greeted Akosua upon their arrival, "perhaps you could give them a tour of the temple grounds, before showing them to their quarters?"
 
as written by Emperor Jester

It was then that Hendrik would speak up with a timid "Excuse me? Is it possible I be shown my quarters first? If not, I understand and apologize for asking, its just that I have some very..." He was unsure how to continue that phrase, so he just let it die on his lips. It had been stupid to ask, so before even receiving an answer, the young doctor would take his bags back into his hands. It was a concern of his, but he was sure his samples were well insulated enough to survive a little longer in the artic temperatures.
 
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"Your belongings can be left here and will be taken inside for you," Shelby explained to Hendrik. "Trust me, you won't want to be out here once the sun sets, let alone stumbling around lost," she explained. "It would be best if you know your way around before it gets dark." There was a serious note to her words that suggested she was't jesting.

It would take time to properly unload and strip down all of the pack animals and to get the bags moved inside, but an older man with a limp was making his way towards the group. He was bundled up against the cold, but the ragged scar down the side of his face left one to wonder just what other old injuries lay beneath the thick layers of leather and fur. Just ahead of him, a slight young boy who looked to be around the age of the youngest of the newly arrived group trotted. He was wrapped up in worn-looking furs of his own, a bright red scarf covering half of his face, and tiny little brown bird was perched upon his shoulder. He came to a halt a short distance away, stopping to stare up at Sylvire with wide eyes. A muffled "Whoa" was faintly audible from beneath the scarf.

"Oy, ma'am. I was sent for?" the elderly man hollored.

"We have some new arrivals," Shelby explained.

"I ain't blind, I can see that! I still got me one good eye you know!"

Shelby let out a low chuckle.

"This is Balder, our stable master," she explained to the group before addressing the old man himself. "Where's Ivan?"

"Damnded if I know, that lad is always getting into trouble," Balder grumbled irritably. "You know he let all the gryphon hatchlings out yesterday? Damn near started a stampede when they came tearing through the stables." He muttered something or other under his breath to the likeness of 'incorrigible brat' as he made his way over to check on the pack animals.

"He's pokin' around the old temple, ma'am," the boy piped up, tearing his eyes away from the woman who had, last time he'd checked, been a statue. "The underground one."

"Well someone round him up and have him help get this stuff inside the barracks," Shelby said. "Rayen can help too if she has nothing pressing to be doing right now."

"I'll go fetch him C'mon, Flick," the boy shrugged his shoulder, prompting the little bird to take wing and fly alongside him as he turned and ran off away from the courtyard.

Shelby sighed and shook her head, but she wasn't so old yet to have forgotten what it was like to be young once.

"Shall we?" she inquired to the new arrivals. "There's also a few protocols we'll need to go over in the event of an attack against the temple itself," she explained.
 
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Atop the steps, Ari gave a sidelong glance to Trys, who had settled back to lounge against one of the temple's walls. "Why don't you make yourself useful too, huh?" he murmured, stepping back so they could speak without interrupting the conversation below.

Trys looked up at him with a dubious raised eyebrow. "You what?"

"You've not got anything better to do either, right?"

"I have literally anything better to do, boyscout." Trys rolled his eyes and grinned. "Or are you that eager to run errands yourself?"

"I actually do have other things to do. I'm helping Sarael out with-"

Trys waved his hand dismissively. "Yeah yeah, don't think I won't drag you down with me if you draw attention to us. I mean, you can literally be a packmule."

"... well, you're doing a fine job of acting like an ass, literally or not."

"Oh, fuck you and your puns. That was criminal."
 
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Rayen groaned internally, but to be fair she wasn't doing anything of importance at the moment other than gawking. With that in mind she made her way down the steps with a bulky dragon nudging and weaving its way through the gathered people as it followed her into the open courtyard.

Meanwhile despite the hope of the latter, the exchange between Ari and Trys didn't go unnoticed. Syvil's shadow fell upon them as she looked down upon the pair with scrutiny before she nodded Trys towards the courtyard.

"Go on and help them," she told him.

There was likely something unnerving about having the centaur woman looming above him, and though she made no active effort towards intimidation, the void taint often had a way of leaving people instinctively unneasy around her. Even those who didn't recognize it for what it was tended to take a while to grow comfortable in her presence.
 
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"Ah for-" Trys bit his tongue, refraining from voicing his displeasure, and settled for shooting Ari a glare. The other teen simply shrugged, and grinned back at him. Despite his annoyance, Trys had done enough community service hours to know when to suck it up and get on with it... but that didn't mean he had to be happy about it.

Sighing, he pushed himself off from the wall and sauntered down the steps, hands in pockets. He nodded his acknowledgement to Keren and Rayen as he made his way over. "Sup."

After scanning the pile of bags, he set about slinging as many of them as he physically could onto his back or arms like they were no heavier than dainty little purses. It quickly became a game of tetris-buckaroo, to see just how many he could stack atop his shoulders without risking them overbalancing.
 
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It was up the steps of the main temple that Shelby led the group first, and it would afford many of them a close look upon the elder champions of the order that they too would one day swear their lives to. Some were beginning to disperse, but others remained yet to size up the new arrivals as they were herded past.

"You have all journeyed a great distance, and many of you are weary," Shelby explained as they reached the top of the steps. "But there are some matters that cannot wait to accomodate rest." She paused at the top of the steps. "There existed a temple below this one many years ago. It fell to the Orsa of Terminus. This temple you see now was built atop the ruins of the old, and though the Orsa of Terminus have been purged from these lands there will always be those who would see us destroyed. They are the enemies of the Light and they will not care that you are young, or inexperienced. They will not care if you are not yet sworn to the Order. They will only care that you will one day grow to stand against them. It is our sworn duty to protect all of you, and to ensure that you survive to reach that day, but it would be a grave oversight of that duty to not prepare you in the event that the temple itself could come under attack. Even from within..."

She turned her eyes upon the new recruits, and again a hardness was etched into the eyes of her otherwise soft features as she gestured to the archway above the door where archaic runes had been etched into the stone.

"For those who cannot translate the ancient script of the draconians, it reads: Wayward soul or hero to be, all with benevolent intentions will find sanctuary within these halls," she recited. "These runes are perhaps our most basic line of defense. Come, enter," she instructed as she waved the group through.

It was unlikely that anyone of the new recruits would find entrance to the temple barred to them, but should any among them harbor malice or malevolent intentions within their hearts they would feel the weight of judgement upon them as they attempted to cross the threshold.
 
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Syvil meanwhile turned her attention back to Sylvire and the others at her side.

"I will begin preparations for the journey to Amarathia that we spoke of," she said. "I will not fail in impressing upon them our need here in Valore. It was an honor to meet you, Lady Nasazura."
 
Azzam followed hesitantly only after grabbing his messenger bag from among the various other bits of luggage they'd brought with them. He trusted these people, but that bag was special to him, and not exactly mundane. After years of having the names of heroes stitched to its innards, he'd finally stitched a glyph of protection as well, and had later found that it had woven a simple protection enchantment when he did so. It kept the bag roughed up, but otherwise effectively inert to time.

As the group walked forward, the dire warning that attacks might be completely possible, the Caldonian found himself smirking almost. An attack he could handle. Becoming a legend, he wasn't so sure. But, then again, he would be a force for the betterment of all, not just for himself. It wouldn't be like before, when it had been... He stopped the train of thought, choosing instead to admire the beauty around him. He looked up at the eyes of those gauging them, his stature forcing his head to tilt back, but he saw no malice or envy. Just simple determination and expectation written in the lines of so many faces. He refused to back down from that, even if it wasn't a direct challenge.

Yet, as he walked, he noticed that the wind around him was still but very obviously pushing against the others. He wondered at this, thinking perhaps his bag was aiding him. A moment later, he dashed the thought under the realization that he'd not had his bag when he noticed it earlier. Suddenly an overwhelming sweep of thoughts shot through him, each as crazy as the last, but all centered around a single notion: Magic. He'd heard old desert tales of those blessed by spirits, as unlikely as it was, or older deities with powers beyond those of mortal men and women, but he'd never interacted with them before. He'd avoided the spirits, and he'd never met a god, at least that he could remember, so he couldn't fathom where this was coming from. Perhaps another member of the traveling group was aiding him, having seen his choice of apparel. He shook his head after looking around; none of them had a focus on him, which he assumed was required for magic.

As they approached the archway, Azzam sighed lightly and looked up. He couldn't read the script, and thus the translation helped him greatly, but it seemed vaguely familiar in form to him. He couldn't quite say why, but it seemed like something he must've seen before. He walked beneath it without issue, turning one last time to watch the blustering winds outside in stark contrast to what he'd felt around his body while walking. Today, it seemed, was quite different than he'd anticipated it would be.
 
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Alicia was mostly silent after her own introduction; listening to everyone else with a muted interest that was, perhaps unfairly, made lesser by her awe for Sylvire. The legendary Aeloran had caught her somewhat off guard, and she kept finding herself glancing towards her, and the others. Were any of them also Aeloran legends? How many of these heroes had once saved her world? Time would tell, for only by hearing their names would she know more.

In the mean time, she silently followed, and observed, and nodded when apt. At the mention of the Draconic runes, which she had no way of understanding, she merely stepped past them without any hesitation. Her thoughts were filled too much with mirth and mysticism to trigger anything close to malice.
 
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Hendrik was more than apprehensive at leaving his cases and equipment behind, especially considering the only distraction keeping him from setting up his mystical lab was time and a tour group. A tour group. This was not University, nor his first day on the job. And after so long with so so many people, the recluse was more than chomping at the bit for a chance to be alone with himself, and his miraculous work. Still. For now, he was a guest, and this was probably some sort of tradition. No matter how much he wanted to, the youthful doctor would fight his own introverted tendencies and remain with the group.

Of course, only after making sure the padlocks and number wheel-locks keeping the various metallic suitcases locked were still secure. Several times.

Again, he'd join the tail end of the group, keeping to himself now more than ever. In truth, there was nothing Hendrik would like more than to open up to his many new associates and masters, but he'd seen how people often reacted to his disfigurement before. Considering his physical malady, the trauma ran deep, and was not something the medic would be getting over any time soon. Especially when he was surrounded by people he had yet to even memorize the names of.

At least the second challenge of this new chapter of his life proved easier to conquer. The gate and its wards did not slow his long legged stride in the least. How could they? There was nothing the doctor wished more for than to help his fellow man, his fellow mortals, his all ways he could. At least that is what young Hendrik had told himself for the past several years, anyway.
 
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A short time later...

Much of the gathered group had dispersed while Rayen and Trys were working at lugging gear and supplies inside the barracks common hall. A few lingered yet though. Sylvire and Elante were discussing some matters atop the steps of the temple while others came and went about their days business before the sun could set on them.

A couple individuals of plainer garb and look could be spotted carrying some sacks and crates into the temple. Keren and the others would know them as the cook hands that were employed by the Vanguard, alongside the other general caretakers of the grounds.

Balder had already begun stripping the packanimals of their packs so they could be led to the stables to be fed and cared for. As he was leading a trio of the animals across the courtyard, Kye and a young lad of maybe eight or nine years of age had turned up.

"Hey old man!" the lad, Ivan, hollored with a grin.

"Oy, stop your gawking and help get these back to the stable," Balder grumbled. "They all neeed to be brushed down and fed."

"Aw.... I want to go meet the-"

"If you're wanting dinner, you'll get these animal taken care of before sunset," Balder growled irritably.

"Fine... whatever," Ivan muttered before whispering to Kye. "He's such a grouch."

"I heard that!" Balder hollored as he kept on his way towards the stable.

Ivan grinned at that, before taking off after the old man to help with the pack animals.

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"I'm not sure which of those two loves irritating the other more," Rayen said with a grin to Keren and Trys.

Meanwhile as people were going about their business it would seem one more visitor would yet grace the steps of the temple on this day as a lone figure appeared upon the main pathway to the temple...
 
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A short while ago...

Trudging along the path through the mountains, the figure of a lone wanderer paid little heed to the winds that plucked at his seasonally inappropriate garb, tossing his hair about, kissing pale skin with its moderate chill. He'd been tirelessly on the roads for some time now, following both the suggestions of a chance encounter, and a siren pull he couldn't quite place. The struggles involved in the journey were not of the mundane that plagued him, but rather those of a personal nature.

Sometimes he wondered if the effort was worth the redemption.

Joshua pushed onwards, the goal finally entering his sight, the peak of the temple called Nasazura's Rest. Pulling the scarf from his face, a stray burst of wind cast snow at him, yet strangely it seemed to pass through him.

'There's the damned thing. It's not too late to turn back, you know?'
"Not a chance. I don't want to end up stuck in some pit for all eternity because you couldn't control yourself, Kushin."
'But going there means being...nice.'
"You'll learn."

No answer to that but a sense of sullen sulking. Rolling his eyes, Joshua pressed on.

Before much longer, he reached the end of the path, the natural walls yawning into an open expanse, the temple in its center in all it's grandeur, a few structures carved from the stone itself occupying the grounds. Glancing at the natural faces, he ran his hands over an unusual streak, metallic. Shrugging, he continued into the open, eyes narrowing at the group of people gawking around, draped in heavier clothing. Muttering, he made for the gaggle, shaking his head as he strode across the open area.

"So nice to travel in company. People to talk to on the road, all that shit."
 
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Kye smirked at the exchange between Ivan and Balder. "I'll give you a hand, then we can both see 'em, 'cause we'll be done twice as faster," he said, taking off after the pair of them.


As the new arrival stepped into the courtyard, Sylvire turned to regard him. There was a sense of something dark to this one, she noted. More prominent than in the Caldonian boy, in whom she had sensed a far-removed influence. No, this presence was much closer at hand.

"It seems we have a latecomer," she remarked to Elante, who had turned to follow her gaze. The young mage nodded his head.

"Not one of Akosua's, I presume. Shall we, then?"

Sylvire nodded, stepping forwards down the temple steps to meet Joshua as he stepped into the courtyard. "Greetings, traveller, and welcome. What brings you to the temple of the Elysian Vanguard?"
 
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"Sure as hell isn't sightseeing." The specter sniped without thinking, before grimacing. "Sorry about that. It's been a long, slow walk."

Unconsciously, Joshua rolled his shoulders, the habits of life still evident despite his state. "I've come on the...very strong, um, suggestion of someone who called herself Taima. Something about the redemption I hunt being here, on what feels like half across the other ass end of the world."

The spirit seemed hesitant for a moment, mouth slightly open as though to speak again, before he shook his head and stood with his arms crossed, watching the elven woman intently. Unlike those that came before, he was ignorant of who he stood in the presence of, though he offered the male with her a nod of greeting. He knew he himself looked solid enough, but lacked any notion that if whoever these people were, they could easily choose to unveil what he was. His arms shifted slightly, all too conscious of the unsettling feeling of that clawed hand against his own chest. Of his encounter with Taima, that troubled him more than the consequences of harming an innocent.

“Taima?” Elante’s voice cut across before Sylvire had a chance to respond. The young man’s eyes had widened in surprise. Sylvire, in the meantime, only betrayed her surprise with a raised eyebrow and her momentary hesitation before speaking.

“If it is redemption you seek, then you may well find it here,” she began. “But first, tell me more of this encounter you had with the one named Taima. Tell me of her.”

It was possible that the stranger had merely encountered a woman by the same name as the Taima they knew, but given the context, that seemed unlikely. Then, did Taima yet somehow live? Or did her spirit persist in a manner similar to Sylvire’s own, but independent from the Well of Souls?

"Well, big, scaly, and female for sure. Had an attitude like a mountain facing a storm, and overall came across like someone you don't ignore." Joshua shifted, the reaction not what he expected. "She...uh...found me in Westeria City and told me if I was looking to find redemption, this is where I should head."

There was no mistaking that description for anyone else. That was definitely the Taima that they knew. That she had returned - in whatever capacity - was a startling revelation. Then, was there something preventing her contacting them? It raised a great many questions. But they were questions that would have to wait till they had adequate time - and privacy - to discuss them.

Sylvire nodded her head. "We know of her," she answered. "It is surprising to hear of her again... We had thought her lost. But that is a matter that can wait, for the time being. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sylvire Nasazura, current and past leader of the Vanguard. And how might I address you?"

"Uh, Josh. Joshua Moon." His gaze remained steady, no deference made for the accolades she claimed. While he'd indeed heard of the Vanguard, he knew next to nothing of those involved with it. Glancing at the man with Sylvire, he quirked his own brow.

"How about yourself, mister...?"

"Elante. Elante Vadrillion." The mage replied, inclining his head politely.

"Tell me, Josh. How much do you know of the Vanguard?" Sylvire asked. "If you are to find redemption here with us, you should know what our order represents, and the path that lies ahead of you."

"Honestly? Not much." Grimacing, he glanced skyward, seeming to study what he saw before shrugging. "You're supposed to be the good guys, is about all I know. Fight evil, all that stuff."

Yeah, like the sort I have with me right now. The shade was glad he still had his grimace from his own ignorance, his other worry about this path on his mind now. The other persona, Kushin Zetsumi, lay still, not struggling to come to the fore, but how long would that last? Shrugging as he set the distracting thoughts aside, he brought his gaze back down.

Sylvire smiled. "A simplistic way of putting it, but yes. The Elysian Vanguard has existed for thousands of years, though it is only in the last five that we have returned to open activity on Valore as a whole. We are an order of protectors, in the service of the Light, to combat the Void." She paused, turning to gesture towards the temple proper.

"Come, let us step out of the cold. I will explain more inside."

She looked then to Elante. "Elante, I won't keep you from your efforts any longer. I shall join you in the Scrying Tower once I am done here."

The young mage nodded briskly. "Till then." He turned to nod at Josh. "And welcome, again. If you decide to stick around, I'm sure we'll have time to talk more later on."

Joshua nodded, unfolding his arms. Offering Elante another nod, he casually twisted one hand in a lazy wave. "Yeah. See you."

As Elante stepped away, so too did Sylvire and Josh move up the steps and into the temple.

Shrugging, Joshua followed Sylvire up the steps, clasping his arms behind his back and glancing at the sky one last time.
 
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As the group exited the temple once more, the temperature it would seem was on the decline with the setting of the sun. There was plenty of light yet but the sun was definitely low on the horizon. It wasn't to the barracks that Shelby led the group next though. Instead she headed along the grounds towards the north. They passed a large smithy and several storage buildings along the way as Shelby spoke to the group.

"We do get supplies brought from Windcrest," she explained. "But such shipments are often at the mercy of the weather out here. And as of late, other ills. We have several greeneries to grow essentials. Food and herbs," she aid as she gestured to row of buildings they were now passing.

It was a vibrant splash of color to the snow and rock they were surrounded in, and the plants within seemed to be thriving.

Their route was taking them around the back of the temple and as the storage buildings and greenhouses fell away, they came upon a rough hewn staircase leading up further into the mountains were a stone tower could be seen peaking out above the rocks.

"These stairs will lead you up to our scry tower, and beyond that the Aerie," Shelby continued. "The Aerie is a relatively new addition, and worth the climb to take a look at it. But that's for another day," she said. "You should know it's there though, for it also serves as a point of escape should the temple ever fall. The caverns and caves that lay up there run deep into the mountain."

The training yard stood empty as they trecked across it, but scorch marks on the nearby rocks and the well worn earth beneath their feet suggested it had seen recent use.

Up ahead lay the stables, and they could just make out the stable master leading the last of the pack animals inside. As their journey led them near full circle and they could see the barracks laying ahead one moce, a path split off from the one they were walking upon, and headed south into the rocky mountains.

"Down that way you'll find our livestock," Shelby said. "We don't have much, but it keeps the place going," she explained. "We employee a handful of individuals who see to the care of the grounds and the animals, but not a lot flourishes up here."

As they neared the courtyard once more, the scope of the place was likely coming together. All around them they were surrounded by mountains, and it was as if the temple and its grounds had been nestled within a small bowl within the rocky range. You would need to be all but on top of the place to spot it - even by air - and it was well defendable from the ground with the pass they had arrived from providing a natural choke point.

"For the safety of everyone here, no one is permitted to come and go from the temple grounds after dark without express approval," she explained. "Roaming the grounds after sunset is also prohibited for the time being."

"Are we not to be trusted?" Ritza asked.

She wasn't sure what to make of Shelby's words. To have traveled all this way, only to be treated like school children?

Shelby shook her head at Ritza's words though and offered an explanation in response.

"There have been a growing incident of troubling occurances in the region," she said. "Several outlying towns have already fallen victim to creatures of shadow. Until we can uncover the nature of these attacks, we all must take care after sunset to not put ourselves at risk - or this temple. Come sunrise, the entirety of this temple and its facilities will be your disposal. But come now. If there are no further questions, let us get you all settled."

She led them up the steps of the barracks and into the central hall where they would find their belongings had been deposited.
 
The knight never imagined he would be thankful for his heresy. Any motion for his sword enraged it and threatened to burn his skin, but any measure of warmth was welcome atop the mountain. He had made it on his own, drawn by the conflict raging within his heart and... something more. It had been a curious thing when he first heard it, but he was sure it was destiny pulling him forth.

Seeing a temple had never filled him with such glee in the past, and it only served to worsen his guilt. With a sigh, he pressed on, coming to the temple as many had before. He was caked in a layer of snow that he had fruitlessly attempted to brush from his face. Even his hood had done little to remedy the assault, leaving his nose drippy and his lips blue.

Hugging his coat to him, he hurried through the courtyard, looking for a sign of life.
 
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Life, as it happened, came very close to hitting him in the face.

A snowball whizzed past him at high speeds, sailing over his shoulder and splattering across the path behind him, and in the same instant there was a frustrated yell. "I told you, I'm not having a damned snowball fight, Trys! Stop it!"

The source of the commotion was two figures out in the courtyard. They both looked a few years the knight's junior, in their late teens. The first, the apparent source of the snowball, was a tall young man dressed in a heavy black coat, complete with scarf and gloves. His skin was an unusual olive green in tone, and a pair of obvious pointed ears stuck out from under a mop of messy black hair. Blinking a pair of startlingly yellow eyes, he grinned in the knight's direction, waving a hand. "Uh, woops?"

The other, slightly shorter figure had initially had his back to the knight, dressed similarly warmly in a red jacket with a fur-lined hood. A modern composite bow was fastened to his back, along with a quiver of arrows. When the first spoke, he spun around, revealing a head of platinum blonde hair and pretty, delicate features beneath his hood. "Trys! Gods, I'm sorry, stranger. That didn't hit you, did it?"
 
The knight's eyes were wide as the snowball zoomed past. He looked behind him, where the projectile had hit the wall, then back at the boys. He blinked in silence, then slowly shook his head. He pulled down the scarf from his mouth and stuttered through his shivering.

"I'm... there... warm inside?"
 
"Oh, man, that hike didn't agree with you, huh?" The blonde boy smiled sympathetically. "Yeah, c'mon, I'll show you i-"

At that point, another snowball flew and hit him in the back of the head, spraying snow over him. The teen's smile dropped into a frustrated scowl, as Trys started to laugh behind him. "Sorry, excuse me just one moment."

Turning, the boy scooped up his own handful of snow, patting it a few times and weighing it in his grip. Across the courtyard, the greenskin boy grinned, spreading his arms. "C'mon, girlscout! Hit me with your best shot!"

'Girlscout' cracked a grin. "Oh, I will," he muttered. The snowball in his hand began to glow with white light as he pulled back his arm, and Trys paused in his laughter.

"Ah, fuc-"

The launched snowball struck him dead in the face, knocking him clean off of his feet and onto his back, where he lay. The blonde boy turned back to the knight and smiled again. "Sorry about that. Uh, I'm Ari, by the way. Wanna head inside?" he offered, leading the man towards the steps into the temple proper. As they passed the fallen teen, Ari kicked him in the ribs. "Stop being dramatic."

Trys blinked his eyes open, wiping the snow off his face. His face was slightly bloodied from the impact, as though his nose had been bleeding, but there was no obvious damage. He wiped at the blood for a few moments, before grinning again. "So fuckin' worth it," he stated, snorting.

Ari just rolled his eyes and kept walking.
 
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