Virtues Manifest, Volume I
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Title: Virtues Manifest, Volume I
Author: Keeshi
The chamber remained as it had for eons, devoid of motion, light, and sound. Countless ages had passed since it had last been used, but that was to change quite shortly. All about the room torches sprang to life, casting shadows, which danced about like children at a Yule festival. The only furnishings within the room were an enormous onyx table surrounded by eight throne-like chairs. Suddenly each chair was assaulted by a showering of light. Each throne's drizzle was of a different hue: blue, purple, yellow, red, green, orange, white, and gray. The droplets of light began to manifest themselves, each solidifying themselves into human form.
The first to manifest completely was the showering of blue light. Sharply trimmed blonde hair framed an open face. Pale blue eyes gazed out upon the remaining cascades. Slowly the man straightened his well-tailored white tunic and ensured its ends where secure within the steel blue kilt he wore with pride. He effortlessly flexed the fingers of his open hands as he took in his surroundings. Smiling to himself he adjusted his position within his seat at the head of the table. He tilted his head ever so slightly to the right so that he might witness the next transformation.
Flecks of purple light began to adhere to one another as a massive form rapidly took shape. The man's enormous chest muscles rippled as he stretched his well-tanned arms above his baldhead, a massive battle-axe held gingerly in his strong hands. Torchlight reflected off a lone earring dangling from the figure's left lobe as he slowly inclined his head to the rooms only other current occupant. Gently he settled his axe within a harness sewn into his leather leggings and turned to his right to view the next entrance.
Golden yellow light fluttered down like specks of dust collecting and forming limbs; much like the summoning of an earth elemental. However the physical features of the new arrival were quite in contrast to those of the hulking stone golems. The feminine body was soft and inviting, long golden locks fell haphazardly onto a sandy-yellow silken robe. Her delicate fingers rested lightly upon a padded staff, which leaned against her chair. She smiled warmly at her long time friends and sat back to await the arrival of the others.
As the crimson light faded a figure covered head to toe in plate mail the color of a moonless nighttime sky appeared in the chair to the right of the woman. A cape the color or freshly drawn blood hung about his shoulders, attached to the armor by golden clasps in the form of majestic dragons. In its gauntleted hand the figure held tightly a studded mace, forged of the same metal as its armor, giving the impression that it was in actuality an extension of the creature's arm. The illusion quickly dissipated however as the figure placed the mace within its lap and removed it's helm.
Dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which was fastened by a thong of leather. The man's eyes though the same color, as his hair seemed to glow with an inner light. He shifted slightly to face the seated guests and saluted them all by bringing his fist to his chest. With practiced grace he then brushed aside a few stray strands of hair that had fallen over his eyes, and sat back in silence to await the rest of the retinue.
At the other end of the table, directly across from the first visitor the pale green light began to manifest itself. A woman of immense beauty appeared before them all. Her long black hair hung loosely about her shoulders, it's color more akin to onyx then any other. It fell upon silver plate armor, which reflected the light of the torches, and dazzled the other's sight. Despite the thick metal however the curves of her body seemed even more defined by it. A figure which many women would envy and most men would kill to sample. It was the sword that rested easily within her right hand however; that drew the most attention. Its medium sized blade was forged of a bluish metal, similar to valorite but with greater luminosity, about it's edge; seeming to hover like phosphorous was a pale red light. She smiled an alluring smile then she too turned to her right to witness the next visitors entrance.
The orange mist took on a wraith-like form at first then it too slowly began to solidify. Well-worn leather armor covered a female frame. Fiery red hair draped down her back, partially obscuring the wooden bow, which was slung with practiced ease over her left shoulder. Her face was fair to look at, yet there seemed to be a constant sense of woe about her that caused each person who gazed upon her to picture some of his or her most painful memories. Smiling meekly towards her colleagues she sat back, seeming to meld into the cushions of her chair and silently awaited the next member.
Shards of blinding white light began to swirl about, joining to create a mummy-like creature. There came a final flash of the purest of white lights, which blinded all within the chamber momentarily. As their sight returned each looked towards the newcomer. His face was covered by the cowl of his bleached robes, and offered no hint to his identity, not that any was needed. One hand was buried deep within the sleeves of his gold trimmed robes; the other carefully held a small crystal ball. The man concentrated deeply on the ball and the rapidly moving shards of light within it as he awaited the arrival of the final guest.