01-11-2007, 12:26 PM
Dalin glowered into the thug's eyes. Such rotten abandon, those irises, glazed from years of lusting for metal. He wondered if the man could see clearly, or color blind in tints of gold and silver. Salomon had passed this soul.
The Warhammer swung limp, his wrist twirling its head over, feeling the watery glint of ichor catch his eye. He tightened his grip. Then it was loose. Its teeth gleaned sunlight, wanting more.
"Salomon is willing to accept." He said, "He's asked me to bring the Spire Gates and open them for you. And I shall deliver." Clutching his volume of Salomon, he began to verse a hymn of the Divine, the words to inspire, and felt it lighten his spirit.
As the tongue words left his mouth, translucent shafts of light haloed him and the others. It instensified in the next few murmurs. Immersing energy birthed inside everyone, like a kettle stove inside a lodging, and lifted their spirits.
(Imbue the Divine Shout: All Allies and Prayerer gain +5 Willpower and +5 Vitality, 20 MP recovery)
When it took effect, Dalin gazed towards the theif. "Of course I cannot allow your blashpemic lusts taint His palace."
After reciting another quik verse, a stronger burst of energy exploded from his Warhammer and the runes burned in liquid gold.
(Fist of Salomon: +10 Strength to Prayerer)
Dalin rushed the thug leader and swung for him. The hammer connected with his kneecap, splintering the bone beyond any materia. The thug crippled to the ground.
The Warhammer swung limp, his wrist twirling its head over, feeling the watery glint of ichor catch his eye. He tightened his grip. Then it was loose. Its teeth gleaned sunlight, wanting more.
"Salomon is willing to accept." He said, "He's asked me to bring the Spire Gates and open them for you. And I shall deliver." Clutching his volume of Salomon, he began to verse a hymn of the Divine, the words to inspire, and felt it lighten his spirit.
As the tongue words left his mouth, translucent shafts of light haloed him and the others. It instensified in the next few murmurs. Immersing energy birthed inside everyone, like a kettle stove inside a lodging, and lifted their spirits.
(Imbue the Divine Shout: All Allies and Prayerer gain +5 Willpower and +5 Vitality, 20 MP recovery)
When it took effect, Dalin gazed towards the theif. "Of course I cannot allow your blashpemic lusts taint His palace."
After reciting another quik verse, a stronger burst of energy exploded from his Warhammer and the runes burned in liquid gold.
(Fist of Salomon: +10 Strength to Prayerer)
Dalin rushed the thug leader and swung for him. The hammer connected with his kneecap, splintering the bone beyond any materia. The thug crippled to the ground.