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[OOC: PARTICIPATE DAMN YOU! I plan on making this a Hano-Quest! Would like many people to join in as possible!]
Somewhere in the lands of the Western Heartlands...
Chants and whispers can be heard through the calignous halls of a temple. All fading into the soft pattering of the rain against it's rooftop. A few lit candles expose the presence of a gathering of priests, all sectioned in perfectly aligned rows. A hulking statue towers over them holding his great sword to the heavens by it's blade facing down.
The thick wooden doors of the temple fly open - slamming into the the walls beside them. The priests halt their prayers, turning toward the entrance whispering amongst each other. The rain can be heard clearly now.
A flash of lightening reveals the silhouette of a broad armored man. Standing to their feet, the priests wait silently, staring into the shadows of the entrance. Frozen in anticipation as they listen to the fast-paced steps of the stranger draw near.
Just as the man becomes visible through candlelight he roars, "Hano..!? Where is he?" The priests exchange looks of confusion between each other as the man repeats himself, walking straight to them. "Where is Hano Fetten!?"
A priest steps from the crowd, intercepting the stranger with an unwelcome frown. "What business do you - " The stranger interrupts. "I come here looking for that boy. Where is he?" The priest's eyes grow large in realization of the man's identity.. "B-Brother.. You're back?"
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[OOC:Must be Good of Neutral aligned to associate with me here]
The Triumvirate Temple, Sundren
Hano leans against an abandoned table in the Triumvirate's dining area letting out a long drawn out sigh. His eyes focus before him on an old journal opened to it's first page, both hands fidgeting with a ring.
Analyzing the page over and over he frowns. "Why did he leave this journal..?" Holding the ring to the light he examines it over, sinking into his chair. "Regardless.. This ring.."
Hano pockets the ring sitting up straight to rub his forehead. "..Damn you, Vaen, what is this?"
Somewhere in the lands of the Western Heartlands...
Chants and whispers can be heard through the calignous halls of a temple. All fading into the soft pattering of the rain against it's rooftop. A few lit candles expose the presence of a gathering of priests, all sectioned in perfectly aligned rows. A hulking statue towers over them holding his great sword to the heavens by it's blade facing down.
The thick wooden doors of the temple fly open - slamming into the the walls beside them. The priests halt their prayers, turning toward the entrance whispering amongst each other. The rain can be heard clearly now.
A flash of lightening reveals the silhouette of a broad armored man. Standing to their feet, the priests wait silently, staring into the shadows of the entrance. Frozen in anticipation as they listen to the fast-paced steps of the stranger draw near.
Just as the man becomes visible through candlelight he roars, "Hano..!? Where is he?" The priests exchange looks of confusion between each other as the man repeats himself, walking straight to them. "Where is Hano Fetten!?"
A priest steps from the crowd, intercepting the stranger with an unwelcome frown. "What business do you - " The stranger interrupts. "I come here looking for that boy. Where is he?" The priest's eyes grow large in realization of the man's identity.. "B-Brother.. You're back?"
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[OOC:Must be Good of Neutral aligned to associate with me here]
The Triumvirate Temple, Sundren
Hano leans against an abandoned table in the Triumvirate's dining area letting out a long drawn out sigh. His eyes focus before him on an old journal opened to it's first page, both hands fidgeting with a ring.
Analyzing the page over and over he frowns. "Why did he leave this journal..?" Holding the ring to the light he examines it over, sinking into his chair. "Regardless.. This ring.."
Hano pockets the ring sitting up straight to rub his forehead. "..Damn you, Vaen, what is this?"