Champions, Gather! Our Hour is Here (Plot)
Feb 7, 2013 23:32:12 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Feb 7, 2013 23:32:12 GMT -5
It was a day like any other, but there was a quiet tension that was present everywhere. The angels were all tense, all waiting. Finally, in the mid-afternoon, a sound cut through the thick hush of the Sanctuary, making many mortals and angels alike start with surprise. It was a trumpet, blowing several long notes with silver clarity that was almost painful to hear. It was the sound that all trumpets aspired to.
The angels seemed to know what it meant. They took wing, flying away from the settled part of the Sanctuary and towards the west where it was mostly forest. At their passing, the trees began to move and bend, creating a path through the woods. At the end of the path would be a wide clearing, enough to hold all the Chosen, all the angels, and more. Some angels took the time to say goodbye to favored humans. If they were Chosen, the angels assured them they would be meeting up soon. If they were not, they bid a more permanent farewell.
It was Thread, the angel of Etaf and Soahc, who remained last behind. "Chosen!" he called out and his voice carried unnaturally, reaching the ear of every ring bearer clearly no matter where they were or what they were doing. "Your time has come! Follow the path through the woods to where the angels gather and receive further instruction. No others may join you. Leave your family and friends here. You will have a chance to speak with them again before your duty takes you away."
Instructions thus given, he turned on his wings and flew away as well.
((Please restrict yourself to only one or two posts of 'farewells' and 'joining up with the angels' for all of your characters to reduce post-clutter and thread dragging.))
The angels seemed to know what it meant. They took wing, flying away from the settled part of the Sanctuary and towards the west where it was mostly forest. At their passing, the trees began to move and bend, creating a path through the woods. At the end of the path would be a wide clearing, enough to hold all the Chosen, all the angels, and more. Some angels took the time to say goodbye to favored humans. If they were Chosen, the angels assured them they would be meeting up soon. If they were not, they bid a more permanent farewell.
It was Thread, the angel of Etaf and Soahc, who remained last behind. "Chosen!" he called out and his voice carried unnaturally, reaching the ear of every ring bearer clearly no matter where they were or what they were doing. "Your time has come! Follow the path through the woods to where the angels gather and receive further instruction. No others may join you. Leave your family and friends here. You will have a chance to speak with them again before your duty takes you away."
Instructions thus given, he turned on his wings and flew away as well.
((Please restrict yourself to only one or two posts of 'farewells' and 'joining up with the angels' for all of your characters to reduce post-clutter and thread dragging.))