ooc | one thread only, but anyone is welcome to participate
The world is quiet again, but not the way it was before. The air is hazy from extinguished fires. Outside the temple, the walls are scarred, the ancient magic that repelled invaders finally dispelled. Collecting and interring the fallen will take time, especially with less than a dozen of them left alive to do the work. And then?
They're known. There aren't enough of them left—and those who are left are mostly young, born here in the Temple, raised in dedication to memories they don't share. If they sleep again, the next time they wake will be to die. There's only one thing left to defend.
Abelas has decided. But in the absence of immediate threats, he isn't in a rush; he's sitting at the bottom of the stone steps that lead up to the Well, making sure none of the interlopers on the grounds approach it, and mending his armor. Like the walls and the well, it is older than he is. Unlike them, it's something he can preserve.
ABELAS
The world is quiet again, but not the way it was before. The air is hazy from extinguished fires. Outside the temple, the walls are scarred, the ancient magic that repelled invaders finally dispelled. Collecting and interring the fallen will take time, especially with less than a dozen of them left alive to do the work. And then?
They're known. There aren't enough of them left—and those who are left are mostly young, born here in the Temple, raised in dedication to memories they don't share. If they sleep again, the next time they wake will be to die. There's only one thing left to defend.
Abelas has decided. But in the absence of immediate threats, he isn't in a rush; he's sitting at the bottom of the stone steps that lead up to the Well, making sure none of the interlopers on the grounds approach it, and mending his armor. Like the walls and the well, it is older than he is. Unlike them, it's something he can preserve.