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Arkelse awakens from his sleep just outside the church in Avaleur. He stands and flexes his wings, giving his feathers a slight ruffle. He looks up at the marvelous stone structure before him and takes a short moment to say a prayer in thanks for giving him cover to sleep by during the night. He finishes and turns to look around, shielding his eyes from the bright morning sun with his left wing.
I hate this. It takes so long to walk around this city. Once Kavanah turns the corner the massive building shone in the light revealing it's great beauty. "Must be the church" Kavanah said aloud.
Arkelse turned sharply on his heels, startled by the sudden voice. Before him stands a large winged figure, somewhat frightened Arkelse asks, "Who are you?"
Kavanah was mesmerized by the church that he did not notice that someone was out infront of the building. "My name is Kavanah." he turns too look at the person and jumps back a few feet. He tries to fly but has not recovered enough and only gets a foot off the ground before he lands back down in pain. "Who are you!" he spits quite nastily.
"My name is Arkelse. Kavanah, why do you react to me with such fear and hostility." Arkelse answered, picking up his shield and hammer incase Kavanah decided to strike. Arkelse unfolded his wings revealing his true size.
Kavanah relaxes a little. The size of his people are slightly smaller than this angel was. "My apologies Arkelse, for a moment I thought you where something else." Kavanah studies Arkelse with his eagle like eyes. "So I assume you are a part of this church. Judging by you multiple crosses. Or what true brings you here?" he asks interested and curious.
"I'm not yet a part of this church, I'm not much a part of anything for the time being." Arkelse responds. "I'm here because I'm still very tired from the last journey where I went through very extensive healing training. I was using this church to rest by, assuming that, being a church, it would be safe. I really am just wanting to find my sister, Luriana though." Arkelse looks down as if very sad. "What brings you to this place, Kavanah?"
That question penetrated Kavanah. It sent him momentarily into a flashback. Kavanah struggles to fine a reason other than the truth. He decides to bend it. "I'm at the church in hope of finding reconciliation." he choose to shift the converstion toward Arkelse. "So yoursister is lost?"
Arkelse looks at Kavanah skeptically, not thinking he seemed like a believer and thought he looked almost in pain, but he decided not to say anything. "Yes, she was taken from me at a young age when our parents were murdered. The dictator that took her placed a curse upon us, I was unable to get her back and was stopped everytime. So I set out to find a cure for our curse and thankfully, I succeeded." Arkelse explained.
Kavanah debated whether or not to try and press hard, he decided against it. "Well, I'm going into the church I you would like to join me. Ha who knows maybe you might find your sister in there waiting!"
"I don't appreciate the remark but yes I shall accompany you, someone might think you're up to no good in there alone." Arkelse strapped his shield and hammer to his back just under his wings and headed into the church.
Kavanah follows Arkelse into the church, once he reaches the top of the stairs they pass through the large arched entrance. Kavanah was busy admiring the beautiful sculptures and details in the architecture when it happened. He began to feel I burn that started from the wound in his back and spread across his whole body. He calapsed onto the ground. "Gah!" he let out a scream of pain. Ancient writing of his tribe appeared spiderwebed all over him. The writing was black but would periodically glow a dark purple.
Arkelse turned quickly when he heard Kavanah. He ran over to him and laid his hands upon him. "You... You're cursed! This is very dark magic, more dark than anything I've ever seen..." Arkelse gasped when he saw the writing upon his body. He looked around and realized that it was the church causing such a reaction. Arkelse lifted Kavanah into his arms, spread his wings and flew quickly out of the church. He landed lightly outside and again put his hands upon Kavanah. He could not cure him but he did use some power to soothe the pain.
The writing fades slightly, but is not removed. "So much for reconciliation." he struggles to get up. He turns to Arkelse, " So much for keeping my curse a secret."
"Haha, yeah you didn't do I very good job at that." Arkelse said chuckling,"I wish I could assist you, but your curse, it's very powerful, unlike anything I've ever seen."
"I am from the tribe of malaika ukoo in the mountains that border Avaleur. While up there, a small legion of us decided that we should be able to use the magic that has long been forbidden. The ability to control the magic required a sacrifice......a sacrifice of a girl angel untouched by any man. I had no part in the ritual except I was there. Before I knew it I was gazing upon the corpse of my sister. My wings turned this shade of black and I was filled with power. The legion killed many of the tribe, but I didn't car, I was trying to flee. I no longer wanted the power! While I was fleeing I was hit in the back with one of my tribe's arrows which instills a curse to those with the forbidden magic. Know I have one year to find the cure to this curse or suffer eternity as a low form of a demon."