Of gods and mages {private}

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    IC: Once she's done, she gets out of the tub. It's not like she looks different really. She doesn't wear clothes really, just her fur. She dries herself off as best she can, being very careful around her wounds.



    OOC:

    Adarr sighs, " Are you ready to go?" He asks turning around to see she has nothing on an quickly turns back. He of course didn't see anything with the fur but it was instinct as he has never done anything like this before. He remembers how much pain she must be in and quells his anxiety getting up and waiting for her to get done drying.

    Adarr then helped her back to the room where she would hopefully put her clothes back on, he knew he couldn't see anything but it was the principal of the matter. Then wished her a good night's sleep ignorant of incoming attack against the temple.

    Adarr went to bed with no problem. Late into the night the followers of the God of slaughter set torches and began storming the temple shouting with weapons drawn.

    IC: Khajarra gasps, eyes snapping open as she gets up, hastily donning her leather armor, and a scimitar. She's a warrior, a killer, a predator. Nothing will change that this is what she is meant to do.



    OOC:

    The air in the temple suddenly changed. The peaceful aura suddenly turned to an oppressive miasma as all light flickered out. Adarr's voice could he heard through out the temple. " You who dared to desecrate this temple of rest and healing. Shall feel the wrath of its God." Suddenly the entire temple changed from a hospitable home into a dark prison. The wood floors turned to metal, the beds which were once so comfortable changed into rock slabs. The alter changed from depicting the gentle God Hypnos to the Horrific God of Death Thanatos. The once doorless entrance was sealed with iron doors as were all the people sealed within their rooms. Adarr slowly walked through the temple a dark miasma fooling off of him as he gathered black mana from the temple.

    Adarr seemed like a completely different person. He appeared before The intruders and killed them all successive black spells. Thier bodies disintegrate into nothing as Adarr gave them last rites. Once the last intruder was gone the temple returned to normal and Adarr collapsed, trembling and scared.

    Adarr was simply mutter prayers to Hypnos under his breath. He was traveling horribly trying to cope with what happened

    IC: She picks him up easily, carrying him to her bed, setting him down gently as she murmurs to him. "Shh, it's ok. It's ok." She purrs., ears pinned back in fear for him, holding him close.



    OOC:

    Adarr is still trembling as He holds onto Khajarra for dear life. This was The reason He feared combat. Because that other side comes out and shows no mercy. Forcing him to kill. The weight of what he's done torments him

    IC: She holds him right, nuzzling him, rubbing his back gently. "Shh, shh… they would have killed us otherwise. And many more. This is better." She murmurs. "You saved many lives."



    OOC:

    "But I've taken so many more." He said as he flashes back to all the times Thanatos has taken hold, " I may even kill you one day"

    Hypnos does indeed ease the pain of his one and only priest. It was such a burden to put on anyone so the least he could do was comfort Adarr in his sleep.


    (Night)