06-25-2009, 04:19 AM
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She sauntered through the crystalline passage with an air of confidence. Still clad in the red vestments and armor of the guard she killed, Robin strode forward with Tiberius following close behind. Humbled as he was by the young woman with the infamous spirit within, he still kept a few paces away.
Still, his own curiosity pushed him forward. Curiosity and greed. Like Marcus, he was supposed to be in Sarrs and yet like Marcus he came to Fortress Grosalka. Marcus was always an odd one and didnât seem to fit in with the order. At times, he was too lax with his duties and at other times he was fiercely enthused by Olanâs decisions. But without orders or consent, he came to steal from Balthusâs horde.
Or did he? No. The bastard was waiting for me.
Confused by this unforseen revelation and his surroundings, the robed man felt trepidation. Never before has he seen this exotic form of architecture. Walls of quartz in pink, green and cloudy white surrounded them and gave off an eerie glow. As bright as the crystal walls that surrounded them, Tiberius did not notice the corridorâs end until they reached it.
He approached the woman as she stood her ground at the corridorâs end, apparently surveying her surroundings. Raising her hand with her palm towards the ceiling, a creaking began to sound. It was oddly musical and reminiscent, such as the sound of footsteps on loose ice on a frozen lake.
High above, the crystal ceiling began to separate and a glassy ladder began to lower before them. Stepping forward, Robin took hold of a rung before looking back. Tiberius watched in awe at what he just saw. It was as if the crystal walls themselves were alive. But they couldnât be, could they?
She then proceeded up the ladder and disappeared from view. Cautiously, he took hold of the ladder and followed suit.
She sauntered through the crystalline passage with an air of confidence. Still clad in the red vestments and armor of the guard she killed, Robin strode forward with Tiberius following close behind. Humbled as he was by the young woman with the infamous spirit within, he still kept a few paces away.
Still, his own curiosity pushed him forward. Curiosity and greed. Like Marcus, he was supposed to be in Sarrs and yet like Marcus he came to Fortress Grosalka. Marcus was always an odd one and didnât seem to fit in with the order. At times, he was too lax with his duties and at other times he was fiercely enthused by Olanâs decisions. But without orders or consent, he came to steal from Balthusâs horde.
Or did he? No. The bastard was waiting for me.
Confused by this unforseen revelation and his surroundings, the robed man felt trepidation. Never before has he seen this exotic form of architecture. Walls of quartz in pink, green and cloudy white surrounded them and gave off an eerie glow. As bright as the crystal walls that surrounded them, Tiberius did not notice the corridorâs end until they reached it.
He approached the woman as she stood her ground at the corridorâs end, apparently surveying her surroundings. Raising her hand with her palm towards the ceiling, a creaking began to sound. It was oddly musical and reminiscent, such as the sound of footsteps on loose ice on a frozen lake.
High above, the crystal ceiling began to separate and a glassy ladder began to lower before them. Stepping forward, Robin took hold of a rung before looking back. Tiberius watched in awe at what he just saw. It was as if the crystal walls themselves were alive. But they couldnât be, could they?
She then proceeded up the ladder and disappeared from view. Cautiously, he took hold of the ladder and followed suit.