Post by Joliette Thorne on Jun 8, 2007 3:57:46 GMT -5
Tenebrae had sought and found a guide to the Shrine of Kanos
Banash strolls to the east, slowly of course. Talking all-the-while, "I've not met him in person persay... but I've been within his ranks for about a month now. Kasyr brought me in," a short moment of remembrance is taken, "even though I had just a little thing to do with the death of his fianc? Kanos is supposed to be a god... dwarven variety. It's not so much belief that drives me to stay under his banner-it's the sense of unity- inhabitants of a land banding together for a greater good." He then strolls just a bit farther.
Tenebrae pursed her lips gently, pondering his words. "You killed .. Kasyr's fiance..?"
Banash sighs some. "I didn't quite mean to... Well, at the time I may have." His stride hastens just a bit, topic spoken of an uneasy one.
Tenebrae raised a brow dubiously, lengthening her stride to catch up to the lycan. "And yet, you were compatriots, in this Kanos group..?" She seemed to be having a difficult time grasping the relationship.
Banash clenches his fist. "I didn't know it was his girl. It wouldn't have stopped it... I change. With the moon."
Tenebrae's eyes widened a little with understanding. "Oh..." She knew all too well how little control a wolf-changer could have over his actions. "Kasyr must be a forgiving soul, indeed..." She let that topic drop, for the sake of Banash's ease. "I have his sword, you know."
Banash continues on, single word issued, "Gospel."
Tenebrae trotted along beside him. "Gospel? Of course I'm speaking the truth, look here.." She drew away the cloth sacking covering the sword sheathed at her side. "The snake-twined handle, the obsidian. I found it on the corpse of a drow, in the pixie-lands."
Banash nods. "Aye, I believe you. Gospel is that wretched blade's name. I know it all too well." Hand is brought to shirt-tail, lifting the black cloth from a single side to reveal multiple scars. "It caused these," he states, lowering shirt to continue on.
Tenebrae chewed her lip again, her next words coming hesitantly. "What if I were to tell you that I'm to be pleading to this dwarf-god to return Kasyr to us?" She eyed the scars with a slight wince, almost sympathetic.
Banash unexpectedly smiles. "I'd be happy. Kasyr was one of my best friends despite our numerous quarrels."
Tenebrae grinned. "Might need a bit of help, seeing as I'm not one of those aligned with his dwarfship, not by a long shot. But I'd not mind having a chat with him, should he give the King of Roads his drinking companion back."
Banash places a hand to the portal, it rippling like the surface of water when touched. "I've heard you mention this 'King of Roads' several times. Who is he?" Full step would then be taken through the portal, darkness consuming the body of the lycanthrope.
Tenebrae shivered lightly as she emerged from the mercurial entryway. "His name is Darian, and he is a wanderer. Powerful, and violent, and quite mad." She frowned. "But for some reason, I quite like him. Wouldn't know why... Anyhow, Kasyr was the only living soul Darian could bear to speak to, without derision. Odd sort of connection, but anything that keeps the King of Roads from beating up my bar staff is a benefit to my business." She shrugged a little. "So when I found the sword, sensed something of the man left in it, I figured it'd be best to see if I could have Kasyr restored."
Banash says, "It's a connection of power. The strong respect each other and the weak get trampled by the strong."
Tenebrae has clearly chosen to forget that Darian's violence was not in any way hindered by Kasyr's presence. Another oddity...
Tenebrae said to Banash, "Possibly, but who knows, with a madman? Now.. I wondered if you knew anything further about this godling? Who his enemies are, for example?" Tene had indeed been away with the trolls too long. "And his friends, if he has any."
Banash allows a single word to escape his lips, "Vakarash."
Tenebrae 's eyes would be focussed on the ground as she spoke. "Vakrash.. isn't he a .. vampire. The one with wings, and all?" She thought back to her meetings with Darian. "Interesting.."
Banash said to Tenebrae, "Aye. Wings, horns, evil. Stereotypical of the race, really."
Tenebrae sniffed haughtily at that, sweeping hair back from her forehaed. "Stereotypical. Really, now." She would put on a burst of speed, stalking past the lycan. "Next you'll be believing we all turn into bats and sleep in graves..." She glanced aside to him, her tone arch. "So... Kanos and Vakresh do not get along. What is his stance on other vampires?"
Banash said to Tenebrae, "Haven't asked. Surely he's fine with them."
Tenebrae nodded. "Just didn't want to be beaten up, you know." She glanced toward the caves. "Through here?"
Banash said to Tenebrae, "Through the mines, yes."
Tenebrae followed the lycan's footsteps tentatively as they entered the cavernous interior of the dwarf-god's shrine. All things considered, the vampiress had every reason to be nervous. Still, she followed, the sword clutched to her side.
Banash said, "Keep your gold. I would've volunteered if I had known it was for Kasyr."
Tenebrae eyed the statue, the axe, the vampire depicted, and sniffed lightly. "You sure this god-fellow won't smite me, for being what I am?"
Banash said, "Positive. He's kind... or so I hear."
Tenebrae smiled, more of a nervous lip-twitch, really, and strode toward the statuary. Pausing before that of the being she presumed to be Kanos, the vampiress raised her knuckles, rapping on the stone. "Hello? Anyone here, then? I have something for you, dwarf-god, that you might like..." Joliette of the Bloody wire was not all that practised in summoning gods, clearly. Well, not ones she wasn't dating at any rate. "It's about Kasyr."
Tenebrae said to Banash, "Are we meant to offer fruit, or something?"
Banash said to you, "Prayer is all that's needed."
Tenebrae coughed softly. "Perhaps that's best left to you, then."
Banash kneels at statues base to hang his head humbly. "I, Banash Wolfbane, your Champion, call upon you. This woman, Joliette is in great need, as am I. We hold the soul of Kasyr, a dear friend. Humbly, we ask for you to come forth and answer our prayer." Head would remain hung.
Tenebrae hurriedly sat down on the nearest statue, figuring that was obsequience enough. Joliette bowed to nobody in her life, god or man. But manners were not beyond the woman. She grasped the hilt of the great black blade, the weapon erupting with a violent hissing as she struggled to raise it and lay it on her lap, in readiness, should the deity appear.
Banash said, "He'll come... I'm sure of it."
Tenebrae spoke in a low murmur. "I hope he's not too cross about those dwarves.. You know, the ones the spiders ate."
The effigy remains motionless, poised to strike at the trio of his dastardly-minded counterparts with his axe made of granite. As the statue is rapped upon, nothing happens. Even the humble prayer of his loyal follower elicits no response from the deity seemingly suspended inanimately before the duo. However, a wind arises, and whistles through the palacial shrine, stirring leaves strewn about for lack of upkeep, toppling over a bowl of fruit left by a proselyte, causing robes and garments to shift harmlessly about, before the vaunted temple falls silent. That silence is broken by a creaking, groaning noise, as the statue shifts, and soon turns away from the cowering demi-gods, axe hoisted over his shoulder. Granite features soften into a more fleshy exterior, before the dwarven deity steps down and greets the duo with a boisterous, "Allo! Who put this here? I'll be preferring me other statue, where I was sitting. Sven be, it was easier on me neck." Of course, Banash's declaration would not go unheeded, even as Tenebrae is given a quick once-over. "I'll be hearing of Kasyr. Sad day. What would you be requiring of me, lad and company?"
Banash said to Kanos, "We wish him back... It's not quite the same without him."
Tenebrae was pale as the marble itself, as the statue cracked and groaned to motion, and the god's voice boomed, echoing through the chamber. A hasty look was given Banash, a pointed mental nudge that he might go about initiating conversation here. As the lycan spoke their request, she nodded, turning back to Kanos. "I have his sword, you see..." She stood, hoisted the blade into her arms, setting it to hissing again. "Thought you'd be needing it, perhaps."
Kanos stomps towards the location of his former statue, and the great throne upon which he resided, regarding the lack of said statue with a critical eye. Turning back the duo, he speaks once more, brusque words echoing through the interior of the temple. "We'll likely need to be destroying it, to be getting the lad's soul back. I fear that weapon will be the re-death of the boy." Bushy brows form a momentary 'V'. "But I can be providing ye with a body, if that's what ye will be needin'." He pauses, allowing a gentle countenance to fall upon the two. "But it will require a sacrifice, for the land of the dead is not my own, lad, lass."
Banash said to Kanos, "I believe there is one other than he within the sword. Could that suffice as a sacrifice?"
Tenebrae 's frown would mirror the god's own, in shape if not in hirsuteness. "So..." She took a tentative step toward the great figure, peering up with a squint. "We'd have to kill someone, you mean?"
Kanos said to you, "Not necessarily, lass. Just something to be placating he who resides within that realm."
Kanos said to Banash, "Another soul in the sword? A soul for a body would be an even exchange. Be giving me some details, lad."
Banash said to Kanos, "I'm not quite sure... but there was a man within the tavern awhile back. Kasyr, a vampiress, and I joined together to defeat him. I believe it's inside of Gospel. Kasyr defeated him, after all."
Tenebrae let out a loud cry, as the god's voice once more echoed through the shrine, and dropped the obsidian blade with a shocking clatter to the stone below. "It bit me!" She squeaked, shoving the pointed toe of her boot toward the sword. "Blasted thing, up and sank a fang in, look!" Sure enough, on her forearm was the mark of a serpent's teeth. "I don't think it likes the idea of being kil..." Her speech was cut off, the vampiress jumping back for the now squirming weapon.
Tenebrae dropped 1 Cursed-Obsidian-Ouroboros Blade.
Kanos eyes the squirming vampiress, as features break out into a wide grin, and a resounding chuckle fills the air. A wave of a burly arm has the blade hovering in the air, suspended so that it likely can't 'up and bite' anyone. "We won't be killing it, trifling thing." He pauses to harrumph. "I'll go for the body, and take the sword with me. Release the soul in exchange for our lad, and will return in short order, so that we can be putting him back together again." The weapon vanishes, the deity following soon after - accompanied by a gust of wind - as he leaves this plane for another.
Kanos picked up 1 Cursed-Obsidian-Ouroboros Blade.
Tenebrae said to Banash, "He's not such a bad fellow. The others I've met were right sods. I can see why you like him." She glanced about the now-vacant throne, and chuckled softly. "Imagine if I were to join up wit his little crew. That'd be a turn-up for the books."
Banash said to Tenebrae, "You'd be welcome."
Tenebrae 's tone would drop another increment. "See, though.." she said, quietly. "I don't think he'd approve of me, much. I'm not exactly a goody-two-shoes like that Paladin lot, or even very honourable." She gave the lycan a sharp look. "But that's between you an I and the..." Looking about. "The statues. Alright?"
Banash nods. "Sure thing."
Kanos traverses to a more macabre plane, that where death reigns surpreme, and immortality is found only in the souls which wander aimlessly, for an eternity, searching for a body long departed. It is here Kanos arrives, and it is here Kanos conducts a bit of business. Time transpires, dealings are dealt. More time passes. An eternity passes. And then, suddenly, he is within his temple once more, looking a bit more haggard, perhaps, but none the worse for wear. Upon the stoop to his throne does he seat himself, dimunitive form perched upon the marble steps. Within seconds, Kasyr's body manifests itself, lying serenely upon the cool floor, somber in mien, and quite intact. A sword rests upon his chest, in Arthurian comparison, only the blade is broken in twain. Whole, but for the rift that divides the weapon in two, it appears complacent for the moment, and up to none of its usual malicious antics. Meanwhile, the grizzled warrior rests at the foot of his throne, the endeavor taking a toll upon the deity, despite his stature within the heavens ... and hells.
Tenebrae stared at the manifesting god, and the body shortly to follow lain upon the floor. "Good gods..." The irony of her outburst was not apparent to her, in that moment. "Kasyr! Look Banash, he's come back!" Rosy lips split to a grin, and she dashed to kneel before the supine form. Peridot eyes would rise to meet the implacable gaze of Kanos. "And you, pet, are you alright? You look a tad wan, there.." Yes, she'd quite forgotten to whom she spoke, in her excitement, glancing down again to the body of Kasyr.
Banash said to Tenebrae, "Likely going to try to kill me too."
Tenebrae gave the lycan a quizzical arc of brow, as she stroked the human's hair lightly. "Kasyr? After you helped bring him back? I think he has more in him than that." Joli smiled fondly down at the Kasyr. "Oh, Darian will be pleased. He was quite bereft, in his own odd way." She trailed off there, to look again to Kanos, thoughtfully.
Kanos chuckles, albeit dryly, taking little offence to the (literal) pet name bestowed upon him by Tenebrae. Shaking his head, he waves dismissively to indicate his good health and good humor, while keeping a steady eye on the newly body-bound lad. The blade shimmers, and seems to come to life for a moment, before a brilliant flash would surely stun those who stood close. And then he is complete; Kasyr, as he was once known. Kanos rises, and folds burly arms across his chest to silently survey the proceedings. Ascending the steps to his throne, he situates himself in his chair, to unobtrusively observe the goings-on.
Kasyr stirs. It is minute at first, that nigh imperceptible twitch of those phalanges, gloves creaking before fingers curl into a ball, life seizing upon him suddenly and with vigour. Chest heaving his eyes flicker open, luminescent gaze of an amber quality flickering about wildly, disorientated, in a manner surprised and thankful of the change of his surroundings, and wary that it might be a trick played upon him by that sentient hell he had been imprisoned within. And yet, he felt, the breath he began to take seemed real, and so he risks placing faith within his surroundings, and slowly pushing himself upwards, his left hand moving to his forehead in rather placid manner. It is only after he has righted himself, that he finally becomes fully aware of where he might be- eyes first taking in the sight of Kanos, then Joliette...before finally coming to rest upon him. For now, the disorientation keeps the memories and thoughts at bay, fortuitously obscured in a daze.
Tenebrae threw her arms about the hapless human, hugging him tightly to her ample chest. "Kasyr, welcome back, this is a happy day indeed. Are you alright? What can I do? Need you anything?" She'd pause in her fussing to look to Kanos, a deep nod of respect to the god. "Thankyou." This concession given, she went right back to fussing.
Kanos is already made of stone, by the time Tenebrae and Kasyr turn their sights towards him. A smile is stretched across granite lips. And he is gone.
Tenebrae did his very best not to fall into abashed murmurings at his current position, cognisant thought deciding to visit fully upon him only after he has a bosom pressed up to him, quelle chance? Still, his errant glance makes it's way towards his savior, only moments after his words were issued, only to find...nothing. Just the stone effigy of the Ascendus he serves- Interesting, as always.
Banash strolls to the east, slowly of course. Talking all-the-while, "I've not met him in person persay... but I've been within his ranks for about a month now. Kasyr brought me in," a short moment of remembrance is taken, "even though I had just a little thing to do with the death of his fianc? Kanos is supposed to be a god... dwarven variety. It's not so much belief that drives me to stay under his banner-it's the sense of unity- inhabitants of a land banding together for a greater good." He then strolls just a bit farther.
Tenebrae pursed her lips gently, pondering his words. "You killed .. Kasyr's fiance..?"
Banash sighs some. "I didn't quite mean to... Well, at the time I may have." His stride hastens just a bit, topic spoken of an uneasy one.
Tenebrae raised a brow dubiously, lengthening her stride to catch up to the lycan. "And yet, you were compatriots, in this Kanos group..?" She seemed to be having a difficult time grasping the relationship.
Banash clenches his fist. "I didn't know it was his girl. It wouldn't have stopped it... I change. With the moon."
Tenebrae's eyes widened a little with understanding. "Oh..." She knew all too well how little control a wolf-changer could have over his actions. "Kasyr must be a forgiving soul, indeed..." She let that topic drop, for the sake of Banash's ease. "I have his sword, you know."
Banash continues on, single word issued, "Gospel."
Tenebrae trotted along beside him. "Gospel? Of course I'm speaking the truth, look here.." She drew away the cloth sacking covering the sword sheathed at her side. "The snake-twined handle, the obsidian. I found it on the corpse of a drow, in the pixie-lands."
Banash nods. "Aye, I believe you. Gospel is that wretched blade's name. I know it all too well." Hand is brought to shirt-tail, lifting the black cloth from a single side to reveal multiple scars. "It caused these," he states, lowering shirt to continue on.
Tenebrae chewed her lip again, her next words coming hesitantly. "What if I were to tell you that I'm to be pleading to this dwarf-god to return Kasyr to us?" She eyed the scars with a slight wince, almost sympathetic.
Banash unexpectedly smiles. "I'd be happy. Kasyr was one of my best friends despite our numerous quarrels."
Tenebrae grinned. "Might need a bit of help, seeing as I'm not one of those aligned with his dwarfship, not by a long shot. But I'd not mind having a chat with him, should he give the King of Roads his drinking companion back."
Banash places a hand to the portal, it rippling like the surface of water when touched. "I've heard you mention this 'King of Roads' several times. Who is he?" Full step would then be taken through the portal, darkness consuming the body of the lycanthrope.
Tenebrae shivered lightly as she emerged from the mercurial entryway. "His name is Darian, and he is a wanderer. Powerful, and violent, and quite mad." She frowned. "But for some reason, I quite like him. Wouldn't know why... Anyhow, Kasyr was the only living soul Darian could bear to speak to, without derision. Odd sort of connection, but anything that keeps the King of Roads from beating up my bar staff is a benefit to my business." She shrugged a little. "So when I found the sword, sensed something of the man left in it, I figured it'd be best to see if I could have Kasyr restored."
Banash says, "It's a connection of power. The strong respect each other and the weak get trampled by the strong."
Tenebrae has clearly chosen to forget that Darian's violence was not in any way hindered by Kasyr's presence. Another oddity...
Tenebrae said to Banash, "Possibly, but who knows, with a madman? Now.. I wondered if you knew anything further about this godling? Who his enemies are, for example?" Tene had indeed been away with the trolls too long. "And his friends, if he has any."
Banash allows a single word to escape his lips, "Vakarash."
Tenebrae 's eyes would be focussed on the ground as she spoke. "Vakrash.. isn't he a .. vampire. The one with wings, and all?" She thought back to her meetings with Darian. "Interesting.."
Banash said to Tenebrae, "Aye. Wings, horns, evil. Stereotypical of the race, really."
Tenebrae sniffed haughtily at that, sweeping hair back from her forehaed. "Stereotypical. Really, now." She would put on a burst of speed, stalking past the lycan. "Next you'll be believing we all turn into bats and sleep in graves..." She glanced aside to him, her tone arch. "So... Kanos and Vakresh do not get along. What is his stance on other vampires?"
Banash said to Tenebrae, "Haven't asked. Surely he's fine with them."
Tenebrae nodded. "Just didn't want to be beaten up, you know." She glanced toward the caves. "Through here?"
Banash said to Tenebrae, "Through the mines, yes."
Tenebrae followed the lycan's footsteps tentatively as they entered the cavernous interior of the dwarf-god's shrine. All things considered, the vampiress had every reason to be nervous. Still, she followed, the sword clutched to her side.
Banash said, "Keep your gold. I would've volunteered if I had known it was for Kasyr."
Tenebrae eyed the statue, the axe, the vampire depicted, and sniffed lightly. "You sure this god-fellow won't smite me, for being what I am?"
Banash said, "Positive. He's kind... or so I hear."
Tenebrae smiled, more of a nervous lip-twitch, really, and strode toward the statuary. Pausing before that of the being she presumed to be Kanos, the vampiress raised her knuckles, rapping on the stone. "Hello? Anyone here, then? I have something for you, dwarf-god, that you might like..." Joliette of the Bloody wire was not all that practised in summoning gods, clearly. Well, not ones she wasn't dating at any rate. "It's about Kasyr."
Tenebrae said to Banash, "Are we meant to offer fruit, or something?"
Banash said to you, "Prayer is all that's needed."
Tenebrae coughed softly. "Perhaps that's best left to you, then."
Banash kneels at statues base to hang his head humbly. "I, Banash Wolfbane, your Champion, call upon you. This woman, Joliette is in great need, as am I. We hold the soul of Kasyr, a dear friend. Humbly, we ask for you to come forth and answer our prayer." Head would remain hung.
Tenebrae hurriedly sat down on the nearest statue, figuring that was obsequience enough. Joliette bowed to nobody in her life, god or man. But manners were not beyond the woman. She grasped the hilt of the great black blade, the weapon erupting with a violent hissing as she struggled to raise it and lay it on her lap, in readiness, should the deity appear.
Banash said, "He'll come... I'm sure of it."
Tenebrae spoke in a low murmur. "I hope he's not too cross about those dwarves.. You know, the ones the spiders ate."
The effigy remains motionless, poised to strike at the trio of his dastardly-minded counterparts with his axe made of granite. As the statue is rapped upon, nothing happens. Even the humble prayer of his loyal follower elicits no response from the deity seemingly suspended inanimately before the duo. However, a wind arises, and whistles through the palacial shrine, stirring leaves strewn about for lack of upkeep, toppling over a bowl of fruit left by a proselyte, causing robes and garments to shift harmlessly about, before the vaunted temple falls silent. That silence is broken by a creaking, groaning noise, as the statue shifts, and soon turns away from the cowering demi-gods, axe hoisted over his shoulder. Granite features soften into a more fleshy exterior, before the dwarven deity steps down and greets the duo with a boisterous, "Allo! Who put this here? I'll be preferring me other statue, where I was sitting. Sven be, it was easier on me neck." Of course, Banash's declaration would not go unheeded, even as Tenebrae is given a quick once-over. "I'll be hearing of Kasyr. Sad day. What would you be requiring of me, lad and company?"
Banash said to Kanos, "We wish him back... It's not quite the same without him."
Tenebrae was pale as the marble itself, as the statue cracked and groaned to motion, and the god's voice boomed, echoing through the chamber. A hasty look was given Banash, a pointed mental nudge that he might go about initiating conversation here. As the lycan spoke their request, she nodded, turning back to Kanos. "I have his sword, you see..." She stood, hoisted the blade into her arms, setting it to hissing again. "Thought you'd be needing it, perhaps."
Kanos stomps towards the location of his former statue, and the great throne upon which he resided, regarding the lack of said statue with a critical eye. Turning back the duo, he speaks once more, brusque words echoing through the interior of the temple. "We'll likely need to be destroying it, to be getting the lad's soul back. I fear that weapon will be the re-death of the boy." Bushy brows form a momentary 'V'. "But I can be providing ye with a body, if that's what ye will be needin'." He pauses, allowing a gentle countenance to fall upon the two. "But it will require a sacrifice, for the land of the dead is not my own, lad, lass."
Banash said to Kanos, "I believe there is one other than he within the sword. Could that suffice as a sacrifice?"
Tenebrae 's frown would mirror the god's own, in shape if not in hirsuteness. "So..." She took a tentative step toward the great figure, peering up with a squint. "We'd have to kill someone, you mean?"
Kanos said to you, "Not necessarily, lass. Just something to be placating he who resides within that realm."
Kanos said to Banash, "Another soul in the sword? A soul for a body would be an even exchange. Be giving me some details, lad."
Banash said to Kanos, "I'm not quite sure... but there was a man within the tavern awhile back. Kasyr, a vampiress, and I joined together to defeat him. I believe it's inside of Gospel. Kasyr defeated him, after all."
Tenebrae let out a loud cry, as the god's voice once more echoed through the shrine, and dropped the obsidian blade with a shocking clatter to the stone below. "It bit me!" She squeaked, shoving the pointed toe of her boot toward the sword. "Blasted thing, up and sank a fang in, look!" Sure enough, on her forearm was the mark of a serpent's teeth. "I don't think it likes the idea of being kil..." Her speech was cut off, the vampiress jumping back for the now squirming weapon.
Tenebrae dropped 1 Cursed-Obsidian-Ouroboros Blade.
Kanos eyes the squirming vampiress, as features break out into a wide grin, and a resounding chuckle fills the air. A wave of a burly arm has the blade hovering in the air, suspended so that it likely can't 'up and bite' anyone. "We won't be killing it, trifling thing." He pauses to harrumph. "I'll go for the body, and take the sword with me. Release the soul in exchange for our lad, and will return in short order, so that we can be putting him back together again." The weapon vanishes, the deity following soon after - accompanied by a gust of wind - as he leaves this plane for another.
Kanos picked up 1 Cursed-Obsidian-Ouroboros Blade.
Tenebrae said to Banash, "He's not such a bad fellow. The others I've met were right sods. I can see why you like him." She glanced about the now-vacant throne, and chuckled softly. "Imagine if I were to join up wit his little crew. That'd be a turn-up for the books."
Banash said to Tenebrae, "You'd be welcome."
Tenebrae 's tone would drop another increment. "See, though.." she said, quietly. "I don't think he'd approve of me, much. I'm not exactly a goody-two-shoes like that Paladin lot, or even very honourable." She gave the lycan a sharp look. "But that's between you an I and the..." Looking about. "The statues. Alright?"
Banash nods. "Sure thing."
Kanos traverses to a more macabre plane, that where death reigns surpreme, and immortality is found only in the souls which wander aimlessly, for an eternity, searching for a body long departed. It is here Kanos arrives, and it is here Kanos conducts a bit of business. Time transpires, dealings are dealt. More time passes. An eternity passes. And then, suddenly, he is within his temple once more, looking a bit more haggard, perhaps, but none the worse for wear. Upon the stoop to his throne does he seat himself, dimunitive form perched upon the marble steps. Within seconds, Kasyr's body manifests itself, lying serenely upon the cool floor, somber in mien, and quite intact. A sword rests upon his chest, in Arthurian comparison, only the blade is broken in twain. Whole, but for the rift that divides the weapon in two, it appears complacent for the moment, and up to none of its usual malicious antics. Meanwhile, the grizzled warrior rests at the foot of his throne, the endeavor taking a toll upon the deity, despite his stature within the heavens ... and hells.
Tenebrae stared at the manifesting god, and the body shortly to follow lain upon the floor. "Good gods..." The irony of her outburst was not apparent to her, in that moment. "Kasyr! Look Banash, he's come back!" Rosy lips split to a grin, and she dashed to kneel before the supine form. Peridot eyes would rise to meet the implacable gaze of Kanos. "And you, pet, are you alright? You look a tad wan, there.." Yes, she'd quite forgotten to whom she spoke, in her excitement, glancing down again to the body of Kasyr.
Banash said to Tenebrae, "Likely going to try to kill me too."
Tenebrae gave the lycan a quizzical arc of brow, as she stroked the human's hair lightly. "Kasyr? After you helped bring him back? I think he has more in him than that." Joli smiled fondly down at the Kasyr. "Oh, Darian will be pleased. He was quite bereft, in his own odd way." She trailed off there, to look again to Kanos, thoughtfully.
Kanos chuckles, albeit dryly, taking little offence to the (literal) pet name bestowed upon him by Tenebrae. Shaking his head, he waves dismissively to indicate his good health and good humor, while keeping a steady eye on the newly body-bound lad. The blade shimmers, and seems to come to life for a moment, before a brilliant flash would surely stun those who stood close. And then he is complete; Kasyr, as he was once known. Kanos rises, and folds burly arms across his chest to silently survey the proceedings. Ascending the steps to his throne, he situates himself in his chair, to unobtrusively observe the goings-on.
Kasyr stirs. It is minute at first, that nigh imperceptible twitch of those phalanges, gloves creaking before fingers curl into a ball, life seizing upon him suddenly and with vigour. Chest heaving his eyes flicker open, luminescent gaze of an amber quality flickering about wildly, disorientated, in a manner surprised and thankful of the change of his surroundings, and wary that it might be a trick played upon him by that sentient hell he had been imprisoned within. And yet, he felt, the breath he began to take seemed real, and so he risks placing faith within his surroundings, and slowly pushing himself upwards, his left hand moving to his forehead in rather placid manner. It is only after he has righted himself, that he finally becomes fully aware of where he might be- eyes first taking in the sight of Kanos, then Joliette...before finally coming to rest upon him. For now, the disorientation keeps the memories and thoughts at bay, fortuitously obscured in a daze.
Tenebrae threw her arms about the hapless human, hugging him tightly to her ample chest. "Kasyr, welcome back, this is a happy day indeed. Are you alright? What can I do? Need you anything?" She'd pause in her fussing to look to Kanos, a deep nod of respect to the god. "Thankyou." This concession given, she went right back to fussing.
Kanos is already made of stone, by the time Tenebrae and Kasyr turn their sights towards him. A smile is stretched across granite lips. And he is gone.
Tenebrae did his very best not to fall into abashed murmurings at his current position, cognisant thought deciding to visit fully upon him only after he has a bosom pressed up to him, quelle chance? Still, his errant glance makes it's way towards his savior, only moments after his words were issued, only to find...nothing. Just the stone effigy of the Ascendus he serves- Interesting, as always.