Thread: to save the niamh

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. . .