#ncumenia

"Oh, it's you! I... didn't think we'd get anyone we actually knew, honestly."

"Who's at the door now?" A voice from within the house demands.

"It's Ernie!"

"Who?"

"Oh, right- Ernye?"

"WHO?"

"*sigh* Nina, Omen, it's Nina!"

"Keane, for the love of- I'm Immortal- WHICH ONE?!"

"THE MOON WORSHIPPER, JACKASS."

".....The lesbian with abandonment issues or the one with the fat ass and barely-repressed urges?"

"I-Ye... N- I- *disgruntled sigh* I'M NOT ANSWERING THAT."

"Assuming it's the second one considering you haven't been struck yet. Bring her in!"

Keane turns back to the woman at the door.

It had taken Renzus a while to find the hidden temple, but he supposed that he could forgive the elusive Lunari for being so secretive about their places of worship and sanctuary. Their persecution in ancient times by their rivals was a tragedy, and deep down, the former Summoner could feel no shortage of sympathy for their cause, to say nothing of his friendship with their current champion, Diana.

He considered it a favour to them, that he’d come here with a small satchel full of ancient relics, recaptured from the secretive, illicit trade of the black market in Bilgewater. While actual enclaves of the Lunari faith were much harder to find, Diana had told him where to find some of their old temple sites, which these relics were to be returned to.

It was a small, forgotten hollow in the shadow of distant Targon, but Renzus had navigated the slightly treacherous footpaths to stand before the quiet shrine, the familiar iconography of the moon-venerating religion still carved into the stone walls and ceiling. After lighting his way with a mote of magical light, the former Summoner made his way to the small stone altar at the end of the chapel, taking the trinkets out of his bag to set them back upon the dust-covered stone. They were relatively simple things, a pair of clay urns and a silver holder for ritual candles, but setting them back here felt right, somehow, even if Renzus himself was not a religious soul.

In that moment, he registered approaching footsteps. He turned, a flare of magic enveloping one hand, in preparation to defend himself, should the need arise. “I’m not here to cause trouble. If we can talk peacefully, let us do so.”

The impact had rocked the mountain clear, the entire foundation of which Targon sat now woken by his entrance. The crater where he left his past thoughts about home behind was few strides behind him, staring upward... it would be best to attain height to view the new world. He bounds with great height up toward one such ledge of wind whips his cloak, brisk hair not a bother to his warmed, partially scaled skin.

He lands with power, but grace, his armored treads crush stone, eyes wander with ax in hand... he feels a presense, eyes on him where he landed, crimson rings seeking her own with curiosity and caution. It was a woman, hair as dark as his, but skin opposingly light, marked with many ökzi's, or tattoos. Symbols of meaning, telling a story of her very being, to have so many meant she was experienced, and experience meant she was worthy of his time.

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It all started with a rumor, minor chit-chat, an inquiry here and there. The skill of talking your way into information was one of Akio’s skills that he learned back in Bilgewater, he originally heard rumors of an old Lunari temple which was abandoned long ago due to some political issues as far as he was aware. Unfortunately, the biggest issue with following the words of others is that it tends to lead to dead ends, some mention that they were killed off, others say that they ran away because of some demon, until eventually he found a solid lead that didn’t seem all that outlandish. 

Stories of a temple hidden near one of Ionian’s waterfalls that connected directly to the ocean, specifically on the south side of the island and the rumor added how it was more than likely empty of Lunari themselves. Yet other beings might’ve taken the place for themselves. 

After a couple of days of travel and inquiring, Akio managed to find himself on the waterfall he was told about. Unable to find a proper entrance on the surface, he thanked his Vastayan features as he dove into the water to find another way in. Minutes of swimming passed and the Half Marai managed to uncover another entrance into the temple. 

Slowly rising to the surface, Akio shook off any excess water before moving his right hand up and use a very small flame spell to keep a blue flame on the palm of his hand. It didn’t really lit up much, but he wasn’t one to complain at this point.