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'Nine years, eleven months, twenty nine days.'
The seconds ticked away, pushing themselves ever closer to the edge. Tick, tick, tick, tick. Shame. That it had been so long already, already peaking on a decade? Family - was he even allowed to call them such? Faust and Velius, could he refer to them as brothers? Ming as his father? Royalty as his bloodline? Too many questions, only one person with the answers; Ming Herub. Yet, of all the people he most needed to talk to; he couldn't. Alixsu Herub was not allowed to leave the temple, his training the past decade as a Temple Warrior forbid him from doing such. Not to mention his status in the 'family', the third child. The expendable child. The 'Who cares about you?' child. Third child by two minutes, just two minutes. If he had simply punched, kicked - fought his way out of his mother's womb to be the second child, Velius would be in his position.
'Ten years.'
A soft shake of his head, the mental note of the exact time he was dropped off at the Udiya Temple one night. Alixsu thought it was a simple joke by his brother's guards, they had increased the rounds personal servants, guards, and all other sorts of people came in and out of Velius' room the days before - keeping Alixsu away from both Velius and Faust, trapping him in the servant's room, to play with all the maid's children. He questioned the audacity of his father's guards, throw him royalty into a room with slaves? That was only the starting point, that evening he was packed up, set in a carriage and rode off to the Udiya Temple to start his training as a Temple Warrior. Little did he know, at the time, that he was expendable, the unloved child of the bunch. There were no visits, there were no cards, no love, no support. Nothing. He was twelve, how was he supposed to react but question why everything happened the way it did. Was it because he killed his mother? Wasn't it an accident? She died post-child birth! It wasn't Alixsu's fault, honest!
"You go through this every year, boy," Alixsu spoke in a sharp, harsh tone of voice. Brown eyelids closing over light brown eyes, arms had already been folded over the male's shirtless torso. The moonlight shining barely on the male's form - it was when the moon was the highest point in the sky during the winter solstice that marked the beginning of another year away from his family. Not that his family has taken the time out of their busy schedules to come pay him a visit. Did Alixsu say he was expendable, yet? A swift shake of his head, violently attempting to shake free from the normal inability to focus on something 'regular' in his life during this time. Mind always found a way to rattle itself back to the topic of his family and questioning why he was abandoned, given up to the Temple and all other means to go along with the topic.
Let us not forget the nonsense the temple shoves down your throat daily! The 'Niamh' being a mythical creature that when it dies, it is reborn from it is own ash to live out another life cycle - repeating this said death and rebirth for all its years. It was nonsense, Alixsu hadn't believed it when he first heard about it in their teachings and he still didn't believe it now. Why should he? 'The all-mighty Firebird will return, believe! Believe! I stand up here and preach nothing but crap all day! Listen to me my brethren, listen!' Alixsu could only imagine what sort of people are drawn to such a person in the nearest towns. If he was still in royalty, he wouldn't think twice not about throwing stones at such people along with mocks to their person. Hell, he doesn't think twice about throwing rocks even now! All he makes sure is that he is in a crowd of people before throwing the rock at preachers - did always find it funny to interrupt the Priests of the Temple through child's play. As of late, his mischievousness has been quelled by an unexplained, uncontrollable anger.
Through the mental and physical training of becoming a Temple Warrior, the agitation of having false truths, false hopes shoved down your throat like the messiah was coming back to Temporamor just to visit you got to a certain point where he couldn't take it anymore. Alixsu shot up during a sermon, the afternoon sermon during breaks from training - he couldn't take it, his ears were fed up with the lies and deceit that filled this 'Myth', this 'Firebird', the 'Niamh'. Shouting, threats were the least of his worries, his actions escalated. A student attempted to quell his outburst - that boy now knew; never ever attempt to calm a raging male from royal blood, especially if he was twice your size. Alixsu's primary thought told him to defend himself, turned around, jabbed the male in the throat before delivering a swift closed right hand to his nose. Least to say, Alixsu was punished severely; little food, little water, long work hours as well as sleeping out in the freezing desert nights with nothing but his light work-out attire. Would he ever punch a student again? Yes, in a heart beat. . . would he make sure that the Priest or Priest-under studies were looking? Definitely.
Sliding a foot forward, hands melding around the end of a eight foot long, metallic pole. A short, quick step was followed through with a wide, abrupt swing of the pole. Long, curving blade whistling through the air as the movements sliced furiously. The common theme to this day's training, it was spent with him being balled up in a fury. Alixsu worked himself to heat stroke on these days, the wild, clearly angered swings of his glaive telling all there was needed to know; 'Leave him alone, unless you wish to see the true might of the male's weapon.' And, yes, Alixsu was skillfully trained with his glaive. The design was basic, the weapon itself was custom made. A strong enough pole to not break on contact with the steel of a sword, or the hardness of rock, clay, stone, as well as a custom design to allow a ten foot long length of chain run bottom of the pole to the head of the glaive. Of course, that was a part of the weapon that he didn't train with until night. The sound of the chain rattling eased well with the usual strong gust of winds of the desert, that, and it was always best to have a trick or up hidden up your sleeve if there was ever a time that called for it. Breaking the pole arm into a weapon that Alixsu could sling toward his enemy, potentially harming them without needing to get in range of the blade of his glaive.
It wasn't hard to get lost in Alixsu's training, spectate, that is. His movements were fluid when he wasn't angry, when he could focus and be one with his weapon rather then striking at nothing in the blinding fury. The patting of his padded shoes tapping into the dried-red clay blocks, twenty blocks a foot long by a foot wide to create a relatively large ring to either spar in friendly bouts, hone one skills in solo manners or participate in the small martial art tournaments. Tan clothing did nothing to compliment the sun-kissed skin of the male's, sweat building at his neck, chest, and underarms. Waving the glaive around with angry-ease - bouncing, spinning, jumping, twirling, melding with the glaive to preform intriguing movements.
Sliding back toward the middle of the clay platform, hands twirling the lengthy glaive around without nicking the ground. Glaive slowly wrapping around his torso before being spun upright, slamming into the ground. End of the pole slammed hard enough into the platform to shot four blocks up from their cemented slots. Alixsu's eyes shooting open to a narrowed glare on the scenery in front of him. From left to right to front, the male's reaction time to the soon-to-be-falling blocks lightning fast. Shattering the blocks with various attacks, the right with the butt of his glaive. The left with the blunt side of his blade, the front with a clean slice diagonally through the block. Feet planted into the platform, knees bending just a little before spinning on his right heel. Left foot kicking the fourth and final block toward the path leading back toward the Temple. right toward Priest Mumin. 'One. . . two. . . three. . . four. . .' "Ya'ahh!"
A wide smile rested on Mumin's lips, eyes closed as he walked down the steps toward Alixsu, a female behind him - following him. The slab didn't go unnoticed by him, he knew it was coming - Alixsu hated being interrupted, this was how he treated people; he tried scaring the crap out of them. The crashing of the blade of his glaive into the clay rock was barely heard from the cracking of the foundation near the old Priest's feet. The debris from the shattered slab falling to Mumin's feet, Alixsu had caught the slab with the blade well before it was out of his reach; one that if he failed to hit would've, most likely, killed the Priest on impact. Not that that would've mattered much to the male. "You didn't forget what today was, did you Alixsu?" Mumin's tone calm, centered. Alixsu's brow cocking - yes, he did forget. "Your pilgrimage-" "Ah, shit, right. Pilgrimaging. . ." The taller man spoke, chest heaving in and out as the extent of his flailing about shown on him. Mumin's creepy smile and closed eyes all that was given off after Alixsu replied.
Shifting his attention to the female beside Mumin, eyes narrowing to a glare. She looked odd, her skin wasn't as sun-kissed. . . that and, well, it was a female. There wasn't any in the Udiya Temple, there were some in neighboring villages, towns and that sort of thing; but, none whatsoever in the temple. Where did this one come from and why did she look so pale? "This is part of your pilgrimage now, Alixsu," Eyes instantly switched to give the older male a death stare, "What was that?" Alixsu quickly shout back at him, no, no, no, no. He had to go to each temple himself to attempt to 'become one with himself' and blah, blah, blah. There was nothing said about babysitting a girl.
"No."
The seconds ticked away, pushing themselves ever closer to the edge. Tick, tick, tick, tick. Shame. That it had been so long already, already peaking on a decade? Family - was he even allowed to call them such? Faust and Velius, could he refer to them as brothers? Ming as his father? Royalty as his bloodline? Too many questions, only one person with the answers; Ming Herub. Yet, of all the people he most needed to talk to; he couldn't. Alixsu Herub was not allowed to leave the temple, his training the past decade as a Temple Warrior forbid him from doing such. Not to mention his status in the 'family', the third child. The expendable child. The 'Who cares about you?' child. Third child by two minutes, just two minutes. If he had simply punched, kicked - fought his way out of his mother's womb to be the second child, Velius would be in his position.
'Ten years.'
A soft shake of his head, the mental note of the exact time he was dropped off at the Udiya Temple one night. Alixsu thought it was a simple joke by his brother's guards, they had increased the rounds personal servants, guards, and all other sorts of people came in and out of Velius' room the days before - keeping Alixsu away from both Velius and Faust, trapping him in the servant's room, to play with all the maid's children. He questioned the audacity of his father's guards, throw him royalty into a room with slaves? That was only the starting point, that evening he was packed up, set in a carriage and rode off to the Udiya Temple to start his training as a Temple Warrior. Little did he know, at the time, that he was expendable, the unloved child of the bunch. There were no visits, there were no cards, no love, no support. Nothing. He was twelve, how was he supposed to react but question why everything happened the way it did. Was it because he killed his mother? Wasn't it an accident? She died post-child birth! It wasn't Alixsu's fault, honest!
"You go through this every year, boy," Alixsu spoke in a sharp, harsh tone of voice. Brown eyelids closing over light brown eyes, arms had already been folded over the male's shirtless torso. The moonlight shining barely on the male's form - it was when the moon was the highest point in the sky during the winter solstice that marked the beginning of another year away from his family. Not that his family has taken the time out of their busy schedules to come pay him a visit. Did Alixsu say he was expendable, yet? A swift shake of his head, violently attempting to shake free from the normal inability to focus on something 'regular' in his life during this time. Mind always found a way to rattle itself back to the topic of his family and questioning why he was abandoned, given up to the Temple and all other means to go along with the topic.
Let us not forget the nonsense the temple shoves down your throat daily! The 'Niamh' being a mythical creature that when it dies, it is reborn from it is own ash to live out another life cycle - repeating this said death and rebirth for all its years. It was nonsense, Alixsu hadn't believed it when he first heard about it in their teachings and he still didn't believe it now. Why should he? 'The all-mighty Firebird will return, believe! Believe! I stand up here and preach nothing but crap all day! Listen to me my brethren, listen!' Alixsu could only imagine what sort of people are drawn to such a person in the nearest towns. If he was still in royalty, he wouldn't think twice not about throwing stones at such people along with mocks to their person. Hell, he doesn't think twice about throwing rocks even now! All he makes sure is that he is in a crowd of people before throwing the rock at preachers - did always find it funny to interrupt the Priests of the Temple through child's play. As of late, his mischievousness has been quelled by an unexplained, uncontrollable anger.
Through the mental and physical training of becoming a Temple Warrior, the agitation of having false truths, false hopes shoved down your throat like the messiah was coming back to Temporamor just to visit you got to a certain point where he couldn't take it anymore. Alixsu shot up during a sermon, the afternoon sermon during breaks from training - he couldn't take it, his ears were fed up with the lies and deceit that filled this 'Myth', this 'Firebird', the 'Niamh'. Shouting, threats were the least of his worries, his actions escalated. A student attempted to quell his outburst - that boy now knew; never ever attempt to calm a raging male from royal blood, especially if he was twice your size. Alixsu's primary thought told him to defend himself, turned around, jabbed the male in the throat before delivering a swift closed right hand to his nose. Least to say, Alixsu was punished severely; little food, little water, long work hours as well as sleeping out in the freezing desert nights with nothing but his light work-out attire. Would he ever punch a student again? Yes, in a heart beat. . . would he make sure that the Priest or Priest-under studies were looking? Definitely.
Sliding a foot forward, hands melding around the end of a eight foot long, metallic pole. A short, quick step was followed through with a wide, abrupt swing of the pole. Long, curving blade whistling through the air as the movements sliced furiously. The common theme to this day's training, it was spent with him being balled up in a fury. Alixsu worked himself to heat stroke on these days, the wild, clearly angered swings of his glaive telling all there was needed to know; 'Leave him alone, unless you wish to see the true might of the male's weapon.' And, yes, Alixsu was skillfully trained with his glaive. The design was basic, the weapon itself was custom made. A strong enough pole to not break on contact with the steel of a sword, or the hardness of rock, clay, stone, as well as a custom design to allow a ten foot long length of chain run bottom of the pole to the head of the glaive. Of course, that was a part of the weapon that he didn't train with until night. The sound of the chain rattling eased well with the usual strong gust of winds of the desert, that, and it was always best to have a trick or up hidden up your sleeve if there was ever a time that called for it. Breaking the pole arm into a weapon that Alixsu could sling toward his enemy, potentially harming them without needing to get in range of the blade of his glaive.
It wasn't hard to get lost in Alixsu's training, spectate, that is. His movements were fluid when he wasn't angry, when he could focus and be one with his weapon rather then striking at nothing in the blinding fury. The patting of his padded shoes tapping into the dried-red clay blocks, twenty blocks a foot long by a foot wide to create a relatively large ring to either spar in friendly bouts, hone one skills in solo manners or participate in the small martial art tournaments. Tan clothing did nothing to compliment the sun-kissed skin of the male's, sweat building at his neck, chest, and underarms. Waving the glaive around with angry-ease - bouncing, spinning, jumping, twirling, melding with the glaive to preform intriguing movements.
Sliding back toward the middle of the clay platform, hands twirling the lengthy glaive around without nicking the ground. Glaive slowly wrapping around his torso before being spun upright, slamming into the ground. End of the pole slammed hard enough into the platform to shot four blocks up from their cemented slots. Alixsu's eyes shooting open to a narrowed glare on the scenery in front of him. From left to right to front, the male's reaction time to the soon-to-be-falling blocks lightning fast. Shattering the blocks with various attacks, the right with the butt of his glaive. The left with the blunt side of his blade, the front with a clean slice diagonally through the block. Feet planted into the platform, knees bending just a little before spinning on his right heel. Left foot kicking the fourth and final block toward the path leading back toward the Temple. right toward Priest Mumin. 'One. . . two. . . three. . . four. . .' "Ya'ahh!"
A wide smile rested on Mumin's lips, eyes closed as he walked down the steps toward Alixsu, a female behind him - following him. The slab didn't go unnoticed by him, he knew it was coming - Alixsu hated being interrupted, this was how he treated people; he tried scaring the crap out of them. The crashing of the blade of his glaive into the clay rock was barely heard from the cracking of the foundation near the old Priest's feet. The debris from the shattered slab falling to Mumin's feet, Alixsu had caught the slab with the blade well before it was out of his reach; one that if he failed to hit would've, most likely, killed the Priest on impact. Not that that would've mattered much to the male. "You didn't forget what today was, did you Alixsu?" Mumin's tone calm, centered. Alixsu's brow cocking - yes, he did forget. "Your pilgrimage-" "Ah, shit, right. Pilgrimaging. . ." The taller man spoke, chest heaving in and out as the extent of his flailing about shown on him. Mumin's creepy smile and closed eyes all that was given off after Alixsu replied.
Shifting his attention to the female beside Mumin, eyes narrowing to a glare. She looked odd, her skin wasn't as sun-kissed. . . that and, well, it was a female. There wasn't any in the Udiya Temple, there were some in neighboring villages, towns and that sort of thing; but, none whatsoever in the temple. Where did this one come from and why did she look so pale? "This is part of your pilgrimage now, Alixsu," Eyes instantly switched to give the older male a death stare, "What was that?" Alixsu quickly shout back at him, no, no, no, no. He had to go to each temple himself to attempt to 'become one with himself' and blah, blah, blah. There was nothing said about babysitting a girl.
"No."
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She was different, she had known that moment she had woken up on top of a stone slab with some old man helping her to her feet. Something was different, what memories she had were simple, but she knew how to do...things. Like understand the man who kept calling her Shula. Was that her name? She pondered this as she slowly was pulled to her feet. The stone beneath her was warm, this was important for some reason. She knew this. Why did she know this but not her own name? Calmly she followed the man, whose name Mumin was provided for her after some time, to a different room.
Whoever occupied this room must have been wealthy those green eyes analyzed as she was brought into the center of the room. 'Stay' she had been told. What could she have done? She had no idea where in the Temporamor she was. Wait, was that where she was? Temporamor? Those green eyes moved across the room until she spotted a map. It covered the entire world that this was. Her fingers lightly touched the paper, only to find it wasn't paper but rather the skin of an animal of sorts. The ink permanently branded into it, though her fingers seemed to follow a path as the scoured across the map. The trail seemed to span across the entire map but homed on a corner of the map. The Temple of Rafa. Was there something significant about it?
She tucked that bit of information into the back of her brain as the man returned with clothes. The clothes themselves were of some sort of light weight material, red in color. It was then as she looked up from the fabric that she noticed the full length reflection of herself on another wall. Shula herself was not extremely tall, as she had to look up at Mumin. However in the light of this room she saw her features. The high cheek bones, the sun-kissed skin though far Mumin's own skin color the black hair that had odd red highlights through out her hair. How odd. She took the clothes from Mumin's clutches and shook them out carefully. Three pieces of fabric fell into her arms, and some how she knew how the clothes worked. The scarlet underskirt was the first to be placed on her waist. The drawstring was drawn tightly, her hand reaching for the matching the red blouse. It was form fitting, designed perhaps for her in mind. Who knows? Probably Mumin did but he was oddly patient with her, with his back turned as she dressed. Shrugging she grabbed the much longer fabric - wrapping and pleating till the fabric until the remainder hung over shoulder.
Her feet moved across the floor, hand reaching to gently shake the Head Priest. "Why are you doing this for me?" She asked carefully, for who she was she was rather soft-spoken though to the point.
Mumin eyed his new charge and simply smile, "In time, my child, you will understand your destiny." The simplest phrase put Shula into another thought full state. Though the Priest offered her shoes she declined, rather used to the feeling of the stone beneath her feet. The Temple, which she gathered from the uncanny knowledge she was slowly gaining through each moment she had awoken, was one of the larger ones in Temporamor. However it was not as colorful as some of the more expressive Temples to the south. However there was significant about this temple. She put her finger to her lip in a thoughtful gesture, her gaze only raising at the sound of a male voice.
Alixsu's glare did not go unnoticed by Shula as those green eyes met his. She could tell he was unhappy with the newest arrangement let alone being completely clueless as to what sort of Pilgrimage they were going on. "What harm will it do you to take me along your journey, Alixsu?" She said carefully. Methodical and wise beyond her years. Years being really determined by the fact she was created, not born. Made, but not given a lifeline to fulfill a long happy life. Yet when she first met him she knew that this needed to happen. "I may be of some help." She said carefully though Mumin raised his hand.
"This is not up for discussion, Alixsu, you will take Shula with you. You will need each other in the times to come." The man gave one of his creepy, knowing smiles. A smile which also gave him to be the true believer of the Firebird. The mark of the firebird was one given to so few in their time. The chosen ones, ones who would be part to facilitate a prophecy that had been handed down for generations when the beginning and the end would meet and be reborn again. But it would take a lot to defend the Flame of the world from going up in smoke this time.
Whoever occupied this room must have been wealthy those green eyes analyzed as she was brought into the center of the room. 'Stay' she had been told. What could she have done? She had no idea where in the Temporamor she was. Wait, was that where she was? Temporamor? Those green eyes moved across the room until she spotted a map. It covered the entire world that this was. Her fingers lightly touched the paper, only to find it wasn't paper but rather the skin of an animal of sorts. The ink permanently branded into it, though her fingers seemed to follow a path as the scoured across the map. The trail seemed to span across the entire map but homed on a corner of the map. The Temple of Rafa. Was there something significant about it?
She tucked that bit of information into the back of her brain as the man returned with clothes. The clothes themselves were of some sort of light weight material, red in color. It was then as she looked up from the fabric that she noticed the full length reflection of herself on another wall. Shula herself was not extremely tall, as she had to look up at Mumin. However in the light of this room she saw her features. The high cheek bones, the sun-kissed skin though far Mumin's own skin color the black hair that had odd red highlights through out her hair. How odd. She took the clothes from Mumin's clutches and shook them out carefully. Three pieces of fabric fell into her arms, and some how she knew how the clothes worked. The scarlet underskirt was the first to be placed on her waist. The drawstring was drawn tightly, her hand reaching for the matching the red blouse. It was form fitting, designed perhaps for her in mind. Who knows? Probably Mumin did but he was oddly patient with her, with his back turned as she dressed. Shrugging she grabbed the much longer fabric - wrapping and pleating till the fabric until the remainder hung over shoulder.
Her feet moved across the floor, hand reaching to gently shake the Head Priest. "Why are you doing this for me?" She asked carefully, for who she was she was rather soft-spoken though to the point.
Mumin eyed his new charge and simply smile, "In time, my child, you will understand your destiny." The simplest phrase put Shula into another thought full state. Though the Priest offered her shoes she declined, rather used to the feeling of the stone beneath her feet. The Temple, which she gathered from the uncanny knowledge she was slowly gaining through each moment she had awoken, was one of the larger ones in Temporamor. However it was not as colorful as some of the more expressive Temples to the south. However there was significant about this temple. She put her finger to her lip in a thoughtful gesture, her gaze only raising at the sound of a male voice.
Alixsu's glare did not go unnoticed by Shula as those green eyes met his. She could tell he was unhappy with the newest arrangement let alone being completely clueless as to what sort of Pilgrimage they were going on. "What harm will it do you to take me along your journey, Alixsu?" She said carefully. Methodical and wise beyond her years. Years being really determined by the fact she was created, not born. Made, but not given a lifeline to fulfill a long happy life. Yet when she first met him she knew that this needed to happen. "I may be of some help." She said carefully though Mumin raised his hand.
"This is not up for discussion, Alixsu, you will take Shula with you. You will need each other in the times to come." The man gave one of his creepy, knowing smiles. A smile which also gave him to be the true believer of the Firebird. The mark of the firebird was one given to so few in their time. The chosen ones, ones who would be part to facilitate a prophecy that had been handed down for generations when the beginning and the end would meet and be reborn again. But it would take a lot to defend the Flame of the world from going up in smoke this time.
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Relix
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"No." Alixsu would not agree to let a female, whether she could 'help' him, to what he need- was forced to do. This whole 'pilgrimage' wasn't his idea in the first place, Ming and Mumin had played their parts in forcing it upon Alixsu. The pilgrimage was only going to last a total of five years - five years time limit. In those five years, he was ordered to visit each and every temple in Temporamor. Six temples in all, thankfully enough, he only needed to visit five because the Udiya Temple was his 'home'. That simply meant visiting Vega, Amor, Dor, Rafa and Ishra. Being assigned a companion, who claims she 'maybe' able to help him along the way, wasn't exactly what he needed right now. There wasn't a thing the male wanted to do with this female, who was she? Where did she come from? Why was she at this temple? Alixsu got her name, 'Shula' but that didn't explain any of his inquiries about her. Why did it seem that only Mumin knew about her? Something wasn't quite right about this whole connection between the two of them, something that Alixsu couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Alixsu, you have nothing to say in this choice. You do remember the scroll, don't you?" If his eyes could have gotten any more into a glare, they would have with that sentence - though, his knuckles were becoming a greater white, the clenching of his hand on the glaive pole was enough to signify that Alixsu was not at all pleased with this decision, nor with the Priest's bringing up the scroll that Ming had sent after the two had spoken. This scroll had basic meaning to it; if Alixsu wasn't to follow what Mumin had given him as punishment - his pilgrimage - then he, Ming, wouldn't hesitate to cut him from the bloodline. In that case, if his older brothers were to die after Ming's death, Alixsu wouldn't become Heir to the throne. Now, along with his banishment - not that he wasn't banished from Herub Dynasty already - would come being exiled from the temple, all temples.
Bringing his left hand up to the tan training shirt, the male brought some of it up to his nose to wipe the sweat beading down from his forehead as well as from the bridge of his nose. Shifting his eyes continuously from Mumin and the female called 'Shula', Alixsu stayed quiet as his mind continued to brew. His mind weighing the pros and cons of this situation, granted, there weren't many - if at all - pros to this choice; the cons, even if there were pros, would still heavily outweigh his choice. The chance to rule? If by some god-give miracle was happen, both of his brother's dying - he'd want to take the throne in a heartbeat. Loosening his grip on his glaive, standing a bit straighter. "We leave in an hour, meet me by the grand walkway."
An hour was for her and Mumin, she'd have questions - ones that Alixsu wasn't really in the mood to answer, easy or difficult in thought. His packing was set, for the most part, simply needed to change and that would be that. Well, make sure he had his prayer beads; oddly enough, those were the only item that he was acceptable to having from the Temple, which all comes from his Temple Warrior training. There may come a time, or several, on his journey that he might need what he has learned. Spells that can't be summoned on whim, each set of prayer beads were attuned to the holder's person. Only Alixsu could control his prayer beads, no one else.
The 'Grand Walkway' wasn't anything special, it was just a fancier way to say 'That extremely long set of arch that provides shade from the blazing sun'. It had a fancy arch, which attempted for it to be something of grandness but it wasn't anything too special. Four rows of pillars at least twenty feet high held up the arching clay that formed the arch. It was something that was added in recently for the temple, many renovations were soon to be occurring in every temple. - so long as the Herub Dynasty got its wish; total domination of Temporamor. It wasn't Ming's wish, he was happy with what he ruled already - it was the wish of his two sons, Faust and Velius. They were making their way through the planning process, taking a bit more and more as Faust moved closer to becoming Emperor.
Alixsu light spun his glaive around as he waited near the lightly inclining stairs that lead toward the entrance and exit. The hour was more so for Shula, allow Mumin to talk to her - explain what she needed to do, because truthfully, Alixsu didn't care about what she had to do. There were already plans for the male to drop her off somewhere and forget about her; how is anyone going to know? Not that the hour wasn't spent silently venting to himself during his light wash before packing his things and dressing in his traditional outfit. Alixsu's was three pieces; a undershirt, a leather padded tunic with the sleeves cut off, and leggingss that bunched at his ankles. Each Temple Warrior was allowed to make whatever modifications to their outfit as they saw fit and Alixsu did just that. The tan undershirt was once a long-sleeved piece of clothing, during a small rebellious streak in the male; Alixsu snatched a smaller sized shirt so it clung to his form a bit more then his previous, the left sleeve being removed from it and a hood added onto it.
The hood was primarily to remove the need to wear a cloak, he didn't need an extra piece of clothing if he had the necessity of what a cloak was served as. The darkened tunic had been modified with leather padding, simply to give him some protection from arrows and blunt weapons. A dagger, sword, or an axe could easily slice through the material - that was were his glaive came in. Despite the obvious question of the male trying to over-compensate for skill with a single-handed weapon, it struck fear into the hearts of his opponents as well as giving him a further reach, thus, avoiding the chance of being stabbed. Alixsu's darkened leggings have no modifications done to them, only complimented the Bandit-style look he was going for. Why attempt to look like he had valuables on his person to stir potential thieves?
Bouncing the butt of his glaive off the clay slab, the tink, tink, tink playing a small melody for the male as he waited at the beginning of the stairs for Shula. Alixsu was ready to begin his journey, not 'their' journey. "Pushing the hour a bit close, aren't you?" The male asked, Mumin escorting the female to the stairs, silent as he ever could be. Knowing the importance of this figure, Mumin's heart and mind weren't so happy. "Port of Adena, it is our first stop. Hope you have what you need packed, they rarely carry any goods that'll benefit us on our travels." Without even finishing his statement was the male already beginning to walk down the stairs, they had a long walk ahead of them - and even bigger journey, no need to waste time.
"Farewell, may you soon realize the importance of the figure behind you, Alixsu. . ."
"Alixsu, you have nothing to say in this choice. You do remember the scroll, don't you?" If his eyes could have gotten any more into a glare, they would have with that sentence - though, his knuckles were becoming a greater white, the clenching of his hand on the glaive pole was enough to signify that Alixsu was not at all pleased with this decision, nor with the Priest's bringing up the scroll that Ming had sent after the two had spoken. This scroll had basic meaning to it; if Alixsu wasn't to follow what Mumin had given him as punishment - his pilgrimage - then he, Ming, wouldn't hesitate to cut him from the bloodline. In that case, if his older brothers were to die after Ming's death, Alixsu wouldn't become Heir to the throne. Now, along with his banishment - not that he wasn't banished from Herub Dynasty already - would come being exiled from the temple, all temples.
Bringing his left hand up to the tan training shirt, the male brought some of it up to his nose to wipe the sweat beading down from his forehead as well as from the bridge of his nose. Shifting his eyes continuously from Mumin and the female called 'Shula', Alixsu stayed quiet as his mind continued to brew. His mind weighing the pros and cons of this situation, granted, there weren't many - if at all - pros to this choice; the cons, even if there were pros, would still heavily outweigh his choice. The chance to rule? If by some god-give miracle was happen, both of his brother's dying - he'd want to take the throne in a heartbeat. Loosening his grip on his glaive, standing a bit straighter. "We leave in an hour, meet me by the grand walkway."
An hour was for her and Mumin, she'd have questions - ones that Alixsu wasn't really in the mood to answer, easy or difficult in thought. His packing was set, for the most part, simply needed to change and that would be that. Well, make sure he had his prayer beads; oddly enough, those were the only item that he was acceptable to having from the Temple, which all comes from his Temple Warrior training. There may come a time, or several, on his journey that he might need what he has learned. Spells that can't be summoned on whim, each set of prayer beads were attuned to the holder's person. Only Alixsu could control his prayer beads, no one else.
The 'Grand Walkway' wasn't anything special, it was just a fancier way to say 'That extremely long set of arch that provides shade from the blazing sun'. It had a fancy arch, which attempted for it to be something of grandness but it wasn't anything too special. Four rows of pillars at least twenty feet high held up the arching clay that formed the arch. It was something that was added in recently for the temple, many renovations were soon to be occurring in every temple. - so long as the Herub Dynasty got its wish; total domination of Temporamor. It wasn't Ming's wish, he was happy with what he ruled already - it was the wish of his two sons, Faust and Velius. They were making their way through the planning process, taking a bit more and more as Faust moved closer to becoming Emperor.
Alixsu light spun his glaive around as he waited near the lightly inclining stairs that lead toward the entrance and exit. The hour was more so for Shula, allow Mumin to talk to her - explain what she needed to do, because truthfully, Alixsu didn't care about what she had to do. There were already plans for the male to drop her off somewhere and forget about her; how is anyone going to know? Not that the hour wasn't spent silently venting to himself during his light wash before packing his things and dressing in his traditional outfit. Alixsu's was three pieces; a undershirt, a leather padded tunic with the sleeves cut off, and leggingss that bunched at his ankles. Each Temple Warrior was allowed to make whatever modifications to their outfit as they saw fit and Alixsu did just that. The tan undershirt was once a long-sleeved piece of clothing, during a small rebellious streak in the male; Alixsu snatched a smaller sized shirt so it clung to his form a bit more then his previous, the left sleeve being removed from it and a hood added onto it.
The hood was primarily to remove the need to wear a cloak, he didn't need an extra piece of clothing if he had the necessity of what a cloak was served as. The darkened tunic had been modified with leather padding, simply to give him some protection from arrows and blunt weapons. A dagger, sword, or an axe could easily slice through the material - that was were his glaive came in. Despite the obvious question of the male trying to over-compensate for skill with a single-handed weapon, it struck fear into the hearts of his opponents as well as giving him a further reach, thus, avoiding the chance of being stabbed. Alixsu's darkened leggings have no modifications done to them, only complimented the Bandit-style look he was going for. Why attempt to look like he had valuables on his person to stir potential thieves?
Bouncing the butt of his glaive off the clay slab, the tink, tink, tink playing a small melody for the male as he waited at the beginning of the stairs for Shula. Alixsu was ready to begin his journey, not 'their' journey. "Pushing the hour a bit close, aren't you?" The male asked, Mumin escorting the female to the stairs, silent as he ever could be. Knowing the importance of this figure, Mumin's heart and mind weren't so happy. "Port of Adena, it is our first stop. Hope you have what you need packed, they rarely carry any goods that'll benefit us on our travels." Without even finishing his statement was the male already beginning to walk down the stairs, they had a long walk ahead of them - and even bigger journey, no need to waste time.
"Farewell, may you soon realize the importance of the figure behind you, Alixsu. . ."