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Public Graveyard of the Order of Rauru

Discussion in 'Rauru Village' started by Rhoone, May 29, 2017.

  1. Rhoone

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    There was not a lot Rhoone had done since his failed attempts to find help in Kasuto all that time ago. He had been around the temple, accepting his lessons into both magic and religion with as much fervor as he could muster. Though even with the endless and exhausting training he was tasked with by the mentors assigned to him, there were few improvements in the control of his elemental powers. The power was always there, but it lacked the finesse and fluidity of a true spellcaster.

    Actually he had finished his evening lessons not long ago, tasked with lighting a candlewick without melting the wax. And true to his skill, Rhoone was unable to do so even when many of the children he was learning alongside had better results. The lack of progress was infuriating to the half blind Hylian. So much so that he believed he needed an, edge, of sorts. That same heirloom he had sought during the last summer festival in fact. The lead he had followed then had not panned out, wrong ruins he discovered.

    That's what led him to be out here at this time of night. The vast majority of the temple had long since gone to rest for the evening, yet Rhoone was here in the midst of the temple graveyard with a spade in hand. It had taken him some time to find this place, the grave of one of the people who was rumored to have subjugated his great great aunt during heir terror as a fire witch. So close it had been to him for the past year. If this actually lead to something, then maybe the risks he was taking would be worth it.

    That thought fluttered through his mind. Of bring caught by one of the Rauru superiors and being punished in some horrible manner. Yet the Hylian could not be bothered to return to his room without at least trying. The iron split into the cracked summer earth.
     
  2. Diego Wycliffe

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    Instinct had told Belkana that this might have been the place. After years of wondering and wandering, she found that this could have been the graveyard where her mother was buried. In places like this, Gerudo were given unmarked, nameless graves, because no one wanted to remember the names of those who didn't fight alongside them. That may not have been the whole truth, but she remembered the Gerudo doing the same for the Hyrulean Army once...well, once. She never saw the bodies, but she did see the grave markers for these people in some areas of the desert. What were they doing with the bodies, though?

    Thoughts aside, she stopped at every gravestone she passed, marked or unmarked. In one regard, she was silently paying her respects to the fallen on both sides of the war. In actual regard, she was doing that, but also testing to see whether or not her mother was buried in one of these graves. Even though they were unmarked, she could tell where her mother could have been buried. Intuition, after all, was a funny thing, and more than just that, bonds weren't so easily separated. They could be put out of mind, but never be removed from an equation entirely.

    After some time searching, Belkana sighed. "Nope, not here," she muttered. Dejected and worn out, she was ready to leave the area and camp out on the plains another night when a piercing noise rang in the quiet air. "Hmm?" She turned in the direction of where the noise came from and found a silhouette of a man...digging. Was he robbing a grave? Did he bury something either in a grave or in the ground and come to retrieve it? Either way, she was amused. Maybe something interesting could come of this.

    "Need a hand there, buddy?" She walked closer to him, smile on her face and showing her hands to show no ill intent. Then with an index finger raised over her mouth, she added, "I won't say anything if you don't."
     
  3. Rhoone

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    Strangely, even despite the circumstances in which Rhoone was desecrating some unknown man's grave, he could not help but feel the familiarity of digging through the earth with a solid spade. The roots of the grass were thick here, but that was little trouble for someone such as he. A farmer born and raises grew used to things such as this. In fact he had already cleared a couple feet of space by the time someone approached.

    Fully enamored in his endeavor, Rhoone could not tell the woman was there by the sounds of her footsteps, nor by sight as she was on the same side as his dead eye. In facr as she spoke he gave out a quick yelp of surprise, tightening his grip on the spade in case he had to render someone unconscious. Though that would have only let him escape as the very prominent emo style of his hair flagged him out to all the order members.

    It took the Hylian a moment to recognize that the woman he had turned to face was offering assisstance. Or at least musing at such. Typical of a Gerudo to find something that was most likely against the law (or at least frowned upon) and put her nose into it. But Rhoone had some pride, and it was not at all because he was wary of her. "Unless you can move stone with your mind, then I doubt it." He said with a grumpy sneer that was unlike his normal self. The stress of doing something that could get you kicked out of your home could do that to even the most righteous of men.

    "But if you really won't tell. Could you keep an eye out for any of the clergy please?" The fire caster would ask. This served to hopefully prevent her from running off and ratting him out on a whim as well as cover for his weakness. "Mister dead guy was supposed to have been buried with something I kind of want."
     
  4. Diego Wycliffe

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    The priest's reaction had dropped Belkana's smile from full to half. She raised an eyebrow at why he might have overreacted to her presence, and then she remembered where she was. It wasn't exactly uncommon to find a Gerudo in these parts, but they weren't necessarily welcome within Rauru society. Yet at the same time, she wasn't the one robbing the dead here. She thought about his words for a moment, then her smile changed from half to full smirk. "Well, if you want me to help real quick, then I have one idea. Put the spade down for a second."

    She tapped both her index and middle fingers of her left hand to her forehead, then extended her right hand toward the shovel, not intending to pick it up with by hand. She concentrated hard for a moment, and the spade started shaking for a moment. With an upward flick of her wrist, she was able to levitate the spade just a short distance off the ground. With a turn of the wrist, she was able to turn it vertical, but in attempting to lower it into the dirt, she found she could only scrape the surface. The shovel jittered against the earth, unable to pierce through it or scoop anything out. She sighed and ended her concentration, setting the spade down and dawning a dejected half-smile on her face. "Confound it, I thought that would work." With a shrug, she added, "Oh well, guess I'll do as you asked."

    Belkana turned her back to the man and decided to keep watch for anyone else. "Sorry, I had to see if I could do it. Otherwise, I'm not gonna get any better at using and understanding Spirit magic." Even in her forty years of age, she still had troubles of her own to try and overcome. Whereas Fire magic was a cinch for her, Spirit magic was the most difficult for her to master, as it was oft the most misunderstood element. Were people manipulating their own life force to perform feats? Did she have to slowly kill herself in order to manipulate anything with this element? But reminiscing was for the birds at this point. "Tell me something, though," she asked, focusing back on the task at hand. She was still not watching him, instead keeping an eye out for any outsiders. "If you don't mind me asking, what exactly was so important that had to be taken with someone to the grave?" With an amused smile, she added, "You're not trying to find a dead man's secret whispers, are you?"
     
  5. Rhoone

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    Rhoone nodded and set the spade blade first into the dirt as the woman offered to try something. He held no qualms about being rude to the Gerudo lass, there was bad blood that was hard to get over. This was inflated by the forcing of this suspicion by the Rauru clergy, all races who were part of the dark army were ill advised to be around. It was with some interest that the hylian saw the shovel start to levitate. That was a gift he had not seen before, and his one good eye widened slightly at the sight.

    At least until whatever the woman was trying to do failed spectacularly. Would have been quicker just to say no and keep digging himself. "Bloody waste of time, but sure, whatever you say." Rhoone said grumpily as he grabbed the spade and started digging again. He had a farmer's frame, taut shoulder muscles and back cleaved the dirt with each stab so far that he barely had to use his feet now that he was beyond the roots. He had to admit that it was admirable that she wanted to hone her skills. But why here and now when time was of the essence?

    Still Rhoone was surprised that she had stuck around and was keepimg watch. Though he was less surprised by the questioning of why he was doing this. "I am doing no such thing." Spoke the flame caster with a dirt dusted hand rubbing through his hair. "This sod, should if I got the grave right, have been burried with a key. A key I very much want. Belongs to my family." He would not tell of the staff he was seeking, or his desire to use it to gain control over his magicks. "Is that answer fine with ya?"
     
  6. Diego Wycliffe

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    "Hey, relax, relax. Haven't you heard the phrase 'Dead Men Tell No Tales?'" An interesting phrase, as it were. In all of Belkana's years of traveling, she had come across a myriad of interesting phrases and had some kind of tale to tell for each one. Yet with her breadth of knowledge and wisdom, it seemed this guy wasn't one for listening to her. Was it because she was a Gerudo? Was it because he didn't trust her? Well, that was to be expected. She had, after all, come up to him in the middle of the night to see what he was doing and offered to vouch for him in the midst of an illegal activity.

    "Interesting. You're looking for a key?" She squatted down this time, turned to face him now. "If it belongs to you, then I'm guessing it must unlock something good." She tilted her head to the side. She didn't mean anything bad by her statements. She was just genuinely curious as to what this key could possibly unlock. "Money? Power? Either's all fine and dandy just as long as you understand the risks involved." Power could be used for good or evil, as her own heritage would have her understand. As for money, it was good to have it, but there were multiple ways in which either having money or not having money could render someone evil. That was a discussion to have for another day.

    Belkana took another look around and noticed that it was starting to get even darker now. "Hey, are you sure you don't need a light right now?" She had encountered him with both no lantern or other possible light source. Sure, the man was trying to avoid the clergy, but it was going to be bad if he wasn't able to see where he was digging, or worse, dig up the wrong grave. "Here, let me help." This time, she knew exactly what she was doing. She outstretched her hand, and in the next instance created a small sphere with Spirit energy. Said sphere was as wide as half the size of her palm. In the next instance, the sphere filled and lit up with Fire energy, not enough to be overly visible from a distance, but enough to see around them with enough visual clarity to not trip or screw up their footing or location.

    "There, that'll do it." She let the sphere go, watching it hover in place around them and over the grave. She shot the clergyman a genuine smile, happy to have possibly helped him. "Is that better?"
     

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