Dian the Just
Disclaimer: I don't own Majesty or some of the hero's names.
Dian wearily walked back into the Warriors' Guild. Kira the Righteous had decided to join in the search for Sir Willem the Blue, but Dian was too exhausted. Her first real battle had taken it out of her. Her sword had lost that majestic glint it had before the battle. Her armor now was as dull as the bricks surrounding her. She walked into her quarters, where her bed was. She had just taken off her armor and gotten into bed, when she fell asleep.
Her dreams were horrible. There were shadow beasts, and the black phantom. Sir Willem was next to her, just like in the battle, except Dian did not run. She could not. She stared in horror as The Black Phantom stabbed its black blade into his armor. She saw Sir Willem collapse.
Another dream brought her to the outpost. Sylves the Cartographer was up there, scanning the battle. He looked down. His face was full of sadness as he said, "They've won, it's your fault. You shouldn't have run. Sir Willem's dead, and they're killin' your Paladin friends." Then his body seemed to stretch until two large black hands were reaching for her throat. As soon as they touched, a searing pain went through her whole body.
Dian jerked upright. She felt her neck. Her hands came away. Her left hand was slightly reddened with her blood. She reached into a small cubby next to her bed and pulled out a small glowing sphere. She looked into it and saw a small hole in her neck. There was a slight smear of blood around it. Dian knew that she had to see the Healers, regardless of whether it hurt or not. She quietly slipped into her armor. She sheathed her sword across her back.
She opened the small wooden door on the side of the Guild, much quieter than the large iron gates. She walked through the bustling city. All the houses were dark. The Rogues' Guild was bright with lights. Rogues always worked best at night. Dian winced as a jolt of pain went up her neck. She soon began to smell incense and flowers in the breeze. Passing the Royal Gardens she came to the Temple to Agrela. Flowers were in full bloom, making a relaxing aromatic scent.
Dian unsheathed her sword and left it in a beautifully carved stone basin. No weapons were allowed within the Temple to Agrela. Dian came in. Her ears picked up the sounds of quiet songs. They relaxed Dian and made her drowsy. But her curiosity about the wound made her go on.
She walked past marble pillars, with vines twining around them. This place was much more beautiful than the harsh grey stone of the Warriors' Guild. Dian passed a large stone fountain. A bright leafy fern grew at the base of the fountain. Dian knelt down, and said, "Agrela brings life eternal."
There was a grinding sound, and the fountain, fern and all sank down. Dian jumped down and grabbed a small rope ladder. Nobody would know it was there unless they were told about it, a defense in case the Healers were attacked. Dian quickly descended. The singing soon became a soothing song. Already, Dian felt relaxed.
Coming to the bottom, Dian saw all four Healers gathered. On a stone altar lay a body. Dian knew that there had been casualties in the Shadow Beast attack. Coming closer, she knew it was not a casualty of the attack. Tearra's body writhed as the Healer's sang. Her normally tidy hair had slipped out and it in hung sweaty strands. She screamed and ceased to move.
Dian came closer. "Is she dead?" she asked.
A Healer looked up. "Agrela never kills."
Dian sighed. Her neck sent another shockwave of pain. It traveled up the side of her face. Instinctively, her left hand came up and clutched at the wound.
The Healer's looks changed quickly from weariness to concern. "Are you hurt, Daughter of Dauros?"
"I'm fine," Dian managed. She realized she was kneeling and stood up. Her hand came away, smeared with blood.
"No," the Healer said.
Two other Healers stepped forward and grabbed Dian. They forced her onto a cold stone altar, much like the one Terra was on. They held out their hands and soon their chants lulled Dian into a slumber.
Upon awakening Dian realized she was in a soft, clean bed. This was definitely not the Warriors' Guild. She also realized her armor was gone. She reached up and felt at her neck. It felt okay, except for a small scar.
"You're awake."
Dian looked over. An Adept was there. His staff was nowhere in sight, which meant Dian was still within the Temple. "The Healers told me to watch you. I'd rather be patrolling, but The Healers claimed you were more important."
"Sister, you sleep more than a Troll."
Dian looked over. Tearra's Eagle-like gaze met hers. Terra looked in bad shape, as far as scars go. A scar went across her right cheek, up to her forehead. Fortunately, the eye was undamaged. A bandage was around her middle. Tearra winced and laid back down. Dian laughed. Even now, Tearra was acting like she was on top.
The Adept looked utterly confused, which made Dian laugh more.
Dian sat up. She got up and looked around. There was no sign of her armor.
"Pardon me, Adept but do you." she began.
"Gusto Swiftstaff," the Adept said.
"Okay, Gusto Swiftstaff could you tell me." she began again.
"Gusty, that's what everyone calls me," the Adept said, grinning.
"Forgive my ignorance. Now Gusty could you." Dian began.
"Alright, you are forgiven," The Adept was smiling even wider.
Dian ground her teeth and continued. "Yes. Well thank you. Now I am asking."
"You are welcome," Gusto said.
"Could you please tell me where my armor is?" Dian said in a big rush.
"Nope. I've no idea where they put your armor. Got to go now," Gusto left.
Tearra was laughing behind Dian now, a rasping noise that sounded like a wheeze.
Dian walked out the door and slammed it behind her. She was on a small sunlit terrace, above the main service area. Hanging on a hook was her armor. Dian slipped into it. She noticed an Adept running from the Temple, a slight Vigor spell on him. Dian shook her head and cursed Gusto silently.
"Daughter of Dauros, you should not be up yet," An old wizened Healer said, a frown crinkling her wrinkled face.
"Healer, I no longer need to stay here, my duties as a Paladin call me, for Law will never triumph over Chaos," Dian said the parting words to the Healer.
The Healer sighed and said, "As Law must battle Chaos, so must Life battle Death, therefore I release you to purify the world."
Dian smiled faintly, and kneeled. She stood and left.
She came to the exit of the Temple. Kira was there.
"Sister, what happened to you?" she asked.
"First tell me what happened to Tearra," Dian said.
"Very well," Kira took a deep breath. "Last night, after you had went to sleep. An Adept, Gusto Swiftstaff, came in and informed me that Tearra was at the inn in the North Village. I went as fast as I could and found her. She was hurt badly, but the odd thing was, they were Goblin wounds. I know that Goblins couldn't hurt Tearra that badly, and the Rangers supposedly eradicated them from the area. Now what is your tale?"
Dian opened her mouth, when Gusto Swiftstaff ran up. He smiled at Kira, who smiled back. He grimaced when he saw Dian. Taking a deep breath he said, "They just found Sir Willem. He's injured, badly. I suggest you take your little swords and follow me. Rangers said he was followed by some Rock Golems." He shuddered and left.
Kira took off running. Dian had no choice but to follow. So far, her career as a Paladin had been quite interesting.
Disclaimer: I don't own Majesty or some of the hero's names.
Dian wearily walked back into the Warriors' Guild. Kira the Righteous had decided to join in the search for Sir Willem the Blue, but Dian was too exhausted. Her first real battle had taken it out of her. Her sword had lost that majestic glint it had before the battle. Her armor now was as dull as the bricks surrounding her. She walked into her quarters, where her bed was. She had just taken off her armor and gotten into bed, when she fell asleep.
Her dreams were horrible. There were shadow beasts, and the black phantom. Sir Willem was next to her, just like in the battle, except Dian did not run. She could not. She stared in horror as The Black Phantom stabbed its black blade into his armor. She saw Sir Willem collapse.
Another dream brought her to the outpost. Sylves the Cartographer was up there, scanning the battle. He looked down. His face was full of sadness as he said, "They've won, it's your fault. You shouldn't have run. Sir Willem's dead, and they're killin' your Paladin friends." Then his body seemed to stretch until two large black hands were reaching for her throat. As soon as they touched, a searing pain went through her whole body.
Dian jerked upright. She felt her neck. Her hands came away. Her left hand was slightly reddened with her blood. She reached into a small cubby next to her bed and pulled out a small glowing sphere. She looked into it and saw a small hole in her neck. There was a slight smear of blood around it. Dian knew that she had to see the Healers, regardless of whether it hurt or not. She quietly slipped into her armor. She sheathed her sword across her back.
She opened the small wooden door on the side of the Guild, much quieter than the large iron gates. She walked through the bustling city. All the houses were dark. The Rogues' Guild was bright with lights. Rogues always worked best at night. Dian winced as a jolt of pain went up her neck. She soon began to smell incense and flowers in the breeze. Passing the Royal Gardens she came to the Temple to Agrela. Flowers were in full bloom, making a relaxing aromatic scent.
Dian unsheathed her sword and left it in a beautifully carved stone basin. No weapons were allowed within the Temple to Agrela. Dian came in. Her ears picked up the sounds of quiet songs. They relaxed Dian and made her drowsy. But her curiosity about the wound made her go on.
She walked past marble pillars, with vines twining around them. This place was much more beautiful than the harsh grey stone of the Warriors' Guild. Dian passed a large stone fountain. A bright leafy fern grew at the base of the fountain. Dian knelt down, and said, "Agrela brings life eternal."
There was a grinding sound, and the fountain, fern and all sank down. Dian jumped down and grabbed a small rope ladder. Nobody would know it was there unless they were told about it, a defense in case the Healers were attacked. Dian quickly descended. The singing soon became a soothing song. Already, Dian felt relaxed.
Coming to the bottom, Dian saw all four Healers gathered. On a stone altar lay a body. Dian knew that there had been casualties in the Shadow Beast attack. Coming closer, she knew it was not a casualty of the attack. Tearra's body writhed as the Healer's sang. Her normally tidy hair had slipped out and it in hung sweaty strands. She screamed and ceased to move.
Dian came closer. "Is she dead?" she asked.
A Healer looked up. "Agrela never kills."
Dian sighed. Her neck sent another shockwave of pain. It traveled up the side of her face. Instinctively, her left hand came up and clutched at the wound.
The Healer's looks changed quickly from weariness to concern. "Are you hurt, Daughter of Dauros?"
"I'm fine," Dian managed. She realized she was kneeling and stood up. Her hand came away, smeared with blood.
"No," the Healer said.
Two other Healers stepped forward and grabbed Dian. They forced her onto a cold stone altar, much like the one Terra was on. They held out their hands and soon their chants lulled Dian into a slumber.
Upon awakening Dian realized she was in a soft, clean bed. This was definitely not the Warriors' Guild. She also realized her armor was gone. She reached up and felt at her neck. It felt okay, except for a small scar.
"You're awake."
Dian looked over. An Adept was there. His staff was nowhere in sight, which meant Dian was still within the Temple. "The Healers told me to watch you. I'd rather be patrolling, but The Healers claimed you were more important."
"Sister, you sleep more than a Troll."
Dian looked over. Tearra's Eagle-like gaze met hers. Terra looked in bad shape, as far as scars go. A scar went across her right cheek, up to her forehead. Fortunately, the eye was undamaged. A bandage was around her middle. Tearra winced and laid back down. Dian laughed. Even now, Tearra was acting like she was on top.
The Adept looked utterly confused, which made Dian laugh more.
Dian sat up. She got up and looked around. There was no sign of her armor.
"Pardon me, Adept but do you." she began.
"Gusto Swiftstaff," the Adept said.
"Okay, Gusto Swiftstaff could you tell me." she began again.
"Gusty, that's what everyone calls me," the Adept said, grinning.
"Forgive my ignorance. Now Gusty could you." Dian began.
"Alright, you are forgiven," The Adept was smiling even wider.
Dian ground her teeth and continued. "Yes. Well thank you. Now I am asking."
"You are welcome," Gusto said.
"Could you please tell me where my armor is?" Dian said in a big rush.
"Nope. I've no idea where they put your armor. Got to go now," Gusto left.
Tearra was laughing behind Dian now, a rasping noise that sounded like a wheeze.
Dian walked out the door and slammed it behind her. She was on a small sunlit terrace, above the main service area. Hanging on a hook was her armor. Dian slipped into it. She noticed an Adept running from the Temple, a slight Vigor spell on him. Dian shook her head and cursed Gusto silently.
"Daughter of Dauros, you should not be up yet," An old wizened Healer said, a frown crinkling her wrinkled face.
"Healer, I no longer need to stay here, my duties as a Paladin call me, for Law will never triumph over Chaos," Dian said the parting words to the Healer.
The Healer sighed and said, "As Law must battle Chaos, so must Life battle Death, therefore I release you to purify the world."
Dian smiled faintly, and kneeled. She stood and left.
She came to the exit of the Temple. Kira was there.
"Sister, what happened to you?" she asked.
"First tell me what happened to Tearra," Dian said.
"Very well," Kira took a deep breath. "Last night, after you had went to sleep. An Adept, Gusto Swiftstaff, came in and informed me that Tearra was at the inn in the North Village. I went as fast as I could and found her. She was hurt badly, but the odd thing was, they were Goblin wounds. I know that Goblins couldn't hurt Tearra that badly, and the Rangers supposedly eradicated them from the area. Now what is your tale?"
Dian opened her mouth, when Gusto Swiftstaff ran up. He smiled at Kira, who smiled back. He grimaced when he saw Dian. Taking a deep breath he said, "They just found Sir Willem. He's injured, badly. I suggest you take your little swords and follow me. Rangers said he was followed by some Rock Golems." He shuddered and left.
Kira took off running. Dian had no choice but to follow. So far, her career as a Paladin had been quite interesting.