!qw2cdBTZAc 03/10/11(Thu)04:39 No.14193659|
"What's this about a cult?" You ask.
"Oh Thungon's mercy, your don't-" Tukon starts to get angry, then sighs.
"It's not like I forgot it on purpose, you ass." You retort.
"Well, your temper's coming back I see." The warrior says, shaking his head. "Our cult, the Legacy of the Aldini, is a splinter of the group now known as the Hand of the Masters. At one time, we were one cult known as Thungon's Teachers."
He rolls up his right sleeve, revealing a distinct brand of pinkish twisted skin, like an eclipse. "Each of us bears the mark of our Auspice, our birth protectorate, in an attempt to let them guide us. Your mark was on your spirit. Mine is Macran, the archer or warrior. Yours was a combination."
"Our goal was to overthrow the new tyranny that the people face. However, infighting over new information..." He pauses. "Information you brought to light resulted in the death of our leader. You, I and these people remain dedicated to the cause. The rest follow the rule of Jaquio Lerenid, who assumed the leadership position shortly after Yenad was killed."
"Your information... Well, I'm not sure I believe it all the way. But Yenad died for it, so here I am." He pauses, considering the last few months. "I hope it is real, and yet I don't. But, I can't just consider it my whole life. That's why I came with you."
"I'm beginning to think you're a bit foolish." You say, reflexively.
Tukon grins. "I think I am as well."