Marcus XVI

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I think Cedric didn't quite understand the point Tarquin was trying to make ^^;;

Dragon Ball Z: New Heroes, Old Terrors!

So... uh.... Shouldn't other people be posting too? Or should I just get the shovel already?

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Tarquin let out a little chuckle and smirked. "Perhaps that is for the best. Though the walls are thick my keen ears can pick up a word here and there. In all seriousness I'd love to chat with the good father about theology, but he does not seem to approve of my presence." The tall elf did not sound very disappointed by the fact, instead he just chuckled again. "You know what I don't really understand about people - well Eve in this particular instance? Earlier when she had first introductions to my dear Taroyn a few moments later she inquired if he'd give aid to the beast or attack the rest of you." The bard smiled, but there was a very slight hint of annoyance in his voice. "The answer would be no if you were wondering. W- I really don't like those kinds of questions or assumptions. You could say it VEXED me quite greatly. Just thinking about it still makes me absolutely damn livid." Though his tone had the little annoyed edge to it Tarquin did not seem that 'livid' or 'vexed' or then he was just very well at hiding his feelings and keeping his composure. "I do certainly not wish to make all of this about poor ol' me, but sometimes people's attitudes just rub me the wrong way. Of course I am much to blame since I've kept this 'horrible' secret of mine from the lot of you, but..." The tall elf shook his head and smirked. "As you have figured from my point of view I have had damn good reasons of doing so. Now, I'd suggest you go and gather Rockmar before the poor fellow gets bored to death by matters of theology."

Dragon Ball Z: New Heroes, Old Terrors!

First there was darkness, then cold. After that came the realization that he could move - though very barely. There was something off about things... The scouter showed a weird time reading... Maybe it was a malfunction. For now the scouter was the least of his concerns. There was a choice to be made. Blow up the ice filled pod and get out or risk freezing again - that's what must have happened. Still, how? He was on a course to a completely different planet than this... Earth, was it? Whatever had both freed and woken up Galick had also activated the pod's command console. He tried to contact people - the young Prince and his lug of a companion, a few others of his race that came to mind and even the higher ups, like the Ginyu Force, even Lord Cooler, but there was no signal. Maybe his scouter really was malfunctioning. The sayan took a deep breath and began concentrating his ki. After a while he extended his arms upwards and launched a Galick Cannon to the sky. Maybe someone's scouter would pick up the reading or this world would have someone who might sense it. He had heard of people on different planets that could sense energy, but that just sounded like a silly story.

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Tarquin rolled his eyes at Cedric's comment. "That is the reason I prefer to hide. Be it behind a mask, a different identity or a profession. Or in this case all of them." He casually took his flute from his belt and played a quick, happy tune. The tall elf took a deep breath and lowered the flute after a while. "In all seriousness I doubt the father has any idea where that weapon is - if it even exists on this plane of existence to begin with." He smiled faintly and shook his head. "Some of you may be adventurers, but I can tell from experience that you do not simply find a weapon of a Goddess in an old chapel like this. You know, they have this certain presence to them - divine weapons, wielded by Gods I mean. You can sense them even if you are not divinely inclined. They just..." He motioned with his hands a bit. "Radiate divinity." Tarquin glanced at the horizon and again shrugged his shoulders. "Besides if that is the only picture with Justicia wielding it there is a chance that this has just been a temple of some other God or Goddess and those who have first defiled it and then dedicated it to Justicia have chosen to keep the hammer in there because it suits their view of Justicia."

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Tarquin glanced at Cedric and smiled faintly. "Oh, that? Well... It's a matter of technicalities. For simplicity's sake I'm going to say yes." The tall elf let out a little chuckle and shook his head. "I think you should by now understand why I do, you know, all this." he motioned at himself and swept few locks of hair away from his eyes. "People tend to have a bit of a nasty habit of assuming that being a drow makes you inherently evil - some of course are, but..." The bard paused for a moment and shrugged his shoulders. "...I was going to use the good old saying about a few rotten apples, but what do you do when there are only few good apples in a basket mostly full of rotten ones?"

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Tarquin paced back and forth outside the chapel, he was mumbling something to himself - like he was trying to come up with a plan and the mumbling helped him concentrate. The tall elf felt more than slightly annoyed by the priest - whose attitude was one of the reasons he preferred to be the bard instead of the swordsman.

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^^ I have a baaad feeling about the beast... Also we completely forgot to utilize the holy water...

Feral

I could go for a new run with you guys. Even though my time with the group was a relatively short... I really had fun. One of the best rides in the guild I have ever had.

It's a shame Cadogan never got a chance to build an airship though.

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"As a priest you should know better than to use the true names of drow gods. Especially the Queen." Taroyn rolled his eyes in a somehow quite unnerving manner. "My mother was a priestess, yes, but not of the Queen, but of the Lady of the Dance" Obviously the drow had taken the zealot's words a bit more literally and obviously as an insult. Still, he did not raise his voice. "To answer your little question on the other hand, good father. Yes. I dare to lecture you about light and dark." Taroyn smiled faintly and took a deep breath. He was obviously barely keeping his temper in check. "I have every right to tell you of the virtues of both. Since YOU seem to lack BOTH! You'd rather just COWER HERE and let EVERYONE ELSE die at the claws of the beast." He turned on his heels and spread his arms "Hide here, in the house of a noble Goddess if you must, but the beast will come for you as well eventually." Taroyn glanced over his shoulder at Beacom and with a completely straight face asked. "Who will dig your grave when everyone else is dead?" Without listening for an answer the drow snapped his fingers to activate the utter, magical darkness creating spell before heading up the stairs back to the chapel itself. The darkness lasted just long enough for him to slip out of sight, place the pendant back around his neck and exit the building.