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Post by Ashard on Feb 3, 2006 14:49:01 GMT -5
"The experience of being treated as an inferior?" He faced the man now head on as he raised his brows. "I get that all the time." He laughed about that. "I think it's funny how some folks have a superiority complex such as the new thorn in my side that took up dwelling here. Depending on how far he takes it will determine how I treeat him in return." He smirked almost earily.
The old man's facial expresions changed now, as did his tone of voice. Once he was done speaking Ash was left speachless for a few moments, something rare for him. Upon getting over it he began, "Thank you for realising what the work I bestowed upon myself entails. I do try my best to keep this place orderly and it means a great deal to me. I just fear that if one day someone manages to get the best of this ghost, that if someone captures me in one of those stupid relics or whatnot, that my graves will not be well tended to and even I seem to fail at times." He had said with his voice lowering, bearing a sad tone. "But I can't prevent the graves from being robed. I try to comfort myself sayin' that no other keeper of the graves could do better but still, it's sad to see them get taken away from their rest."
He paused a slight bit after having finished then added briefly, "Friend you say? Then we might introduce ourselves. My name is Ashard." He greeted with a head nod as he could not offer his hand.
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Post by Otho Sarus on Feb 3, 2006 15:45:34 GMT -5
Otho listened as the spectre talked about his worries, and even offered his name. 'Ashard' he had called himself. Well then, perhaps this Ashard had a more serious side to him - as did he, the old man reminded himself. Perhaps he owed the Grave Keeper this one service. Otho was in a position to help the spectre, and it would require only a little effort on his part, to repay a few hundered years work. "My name Is unimportant." Otho said simply, "But I can help you with your little problem." He explained, before turning his back on Ashard and walking back towards the gate posts that marked and guarded the entrance to the graveyard. The pale moonlight cast long shadows across the ground as Otho walked along the path between the ancient stones, walking once again with a characteristic limp as his staff met the dirt path with it's regular rhythm once more. As he reached the tall gate posts, Otho raised his staff and pressed one end of it flat against the brickwork. Slowly, he raised his hand and made a peculiar gesture. With that, a wave of bright light shot out across the surface of the stones in watery ripples, like liquid gold. It traveled the length and bredth of the cemetary wall, until it reached around the neighbouring gatepost, and Otho's task was done. He turned back to Ashard, stepping out through the rusted gates as he did so, "You will be safe from your troubles in here Ashard." He said simply, "Good luck with your work, and your uninvited guest." Otho smiled thinly, the wrinkles and cares on his face appearing to grow more apparent once more. "Till next time." He laughed, as he turned to leave, stepping onto the dirt road that ran past the cemetary and lead back to the city, as the moon continued to bathe the scene in her soft, pale light. Now all the bones buried within the cemetary wall would remain so. As the final shovel of dirt was applied to each new grave, the enchantment would work its power. Should any with evil or mischief in mind attempt to dig up the bones, the very ground would become as steel. It was a clever trick, as it used the energy that the culprit applied to resist their efforts. The more they tried to get at the bones, the harder it would be, and of course - Ashard would be safe in there. Otho thought that perhaps he was being too nervous and worried too much, but in times such as these one can never be too careful. No spectre within the walls would be captured, as the magic of any artefact or relic taken beyond the gates would be nullified, and the spirits within would remain firmly attatched to their freedom. This could have the unpleasant effect of waking several more spirits in the far future, but then again, Otho would only have to put up with them once or twice every hundred years, should he live that long.
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Post by Ashard on Feb 3, 2006 17:43:14 GMT -5
Not taking it as an insult that the old man would not offer his name, the grave keeper floated out from the old part of the yard and simply watched as the man slowly walked the path to exit through the gates, not understanding how he could help if he was leaving.
Before the man had completely left this ghost's land, he stoped, looking almost as though he was trying to get a better grip of his walking stick. Though the keeper did not know what it was for exactly, Ashard hovered there in awe as a great flash of light spread through his graveyard.
"You will be safe from your troubles in here Ashard."
Those words resounded in his head as the man said his fare wells and returned to his former decrpit state, leaving the graveyard yet again for the probably the next fifty to one hundred years. The flash of light was explained.
Before the old man had got too far Ashard yelled out to him, "You can probably find her at the phantom!" making a reference about Kiara, knowing the man would catch on.
Strolling about to locate his pets, he heard yet another scream and looked over to see them seated, practicing their vocalisations and so he laughed, shaking his head.
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