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Jode Bonewits · Adventurer Joined: 25 Mar 2006 Posts: 31

Jode wandered out of the tunnel, entering the Sanctus lands with a simple step out a cave, and made his way up the road towards the Hostel. It was empty that evening, so it would seem, with not a noise to be heard. As he made his way towards the door, Jode gave a quick frantic look over his shoulder behind himself, which was most unlike his usual behavior.

Gripping the door handle, he could feel the cold iron under his fingers, and taking that into heart, he heavily pulled back upon the door and entered the Hostel, then quickly stepped inside and closed the door behind him. As he shut the door, he took a look around the Hostel and closed his eyes, breathing out a sigh of relief with the knowledge that no eyes laid sight upon his current state of..."mind".

"Empty...thank the gods...”

Taking what steps he could manage, Jode seemed to be shivering towards the table that he approached to his left. Something was bothering him, something was bringing his nerves on edge for the first time since he had come to be...

As he began to find a comfortable seat close to the constant, magically imbued blazing fireplace that never seemed to die, he slumped over the table and laid his face within his palms, obviously worried about some matter or another.

As he took his calm deep breaths, a voice peered within his mind from the darkness of his closed eyes.

"It would seem they do not trust you...” spoke a calm, familiar voice.

Jode snapped out of his seat, shocked by the voice that had murmured within his mind. Looking about himself, he spoke out loud in the room. "Who are you? Where are you?!” he shouted anxiously and before he could even realize it his own impulse quickly brought his warfork off of his buckle and into his hand. "Relax, it’s me, the one you've damned into dormancy, remember?” spoke the voice. Jode closed his eyes and only then remembered who it was. Dan, whom seemed to have been so very quiet in the actions of late, had surfaced once again now that Jode was at his lonesome. "...what difference is it to you?” he spoke, rather rashly, to Dan in his mind. To some degree, he was rather happy to know that the entity was still very much alive inside of him, for as odd as it was, only he knew himself the best. "This is a dangerous game you seem to be playing, counterpart. It would seem to be that you are making enemies that are out of your control, that exceed your wit. Are you sure that you wish to risk your own personal philosophy against such enemies as these?” Jode cringed at Dan's words, and simply spat out and slipped his warfork back upon his buckle. Dan, Jode's "original" goodly counterpart, seemed to be mindful of his own actions, and with this in mind Jode remembered just exactly why he had left the Order of the Ebon Skull in the first place. He needed to find a body, a body in which his own soul could be brought into, but there were none that he could find to aid him...

"It must be hard, Jode Bonewits, to be unable to hold an ally in the very world you wish to bring about. I can only hope that you can somehow survive the war that your philosophy lives for."

Jode looked down at the table he had so suddenly snapped up from, and noticed that he had knocked down the very chair he had been sitting in. Taking a moment to snap back into reality, he brought it back onto its legs and took a seat upon the table, gathering his thoughts and sitting back upon it quietly. He definitely wanted to attract as little attention as possible, but Dan wasn't making that easy. Taking a deep breath, Jode leaned his head back for a reply.

"We all must die for what we believe in, do we not? And even if I die, there are always way to live forever, even if not in the living world, but rather through the literature.", replied Jode Bonewits, getting calmer as he heard his own words speak out. After spoken, a long pause ensued within the room, and before Dan could make a reply Jode had decided to do just that. He pulled out a book from his garments, one of those books he so often carried to simply scribble down a passing thought, and wrote out his entire philosophy into the pages. Balance, war, opposition, conflict...all of his thoughts were brought upon the pages in words. Finishing his work, he flipped to the final page and wrote down a personal comment for whomever would find the context. Smiling, he closed the book and set his miniature feather and bottle of ink at the side.

"So, you really are a druid at heart, aren't you?” spoke Dan, rather humorously at his evil counterpart. Taking his words into notion, Jode sneered and made his own crude remark. "...as you a coward, for having to hide within your own body from Love itself.” Silence remained after that, just as Jode had wanted it, and before he could even get a comeback he decided that it was time for him to make his leave. Lightbringers were peculiar when it came to secluded information, and if they were to have learned of his words that evening, he may very well would have been made a laughing stock of the entire Sanction army. Jode had a reputation to uphold, and with that thought in mind he folded up his book and strapped it shut as so its contents would not open if dropped. Taking his leave, Jode quickly cast the very magics that he had retained during his time as a slave to Oblivion, and with the words "Sanctum Viatas" he was whisked away off to his own quarters.

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Inside of Jode, Dan laid back upon the ankh materialized of shadow that had bound him in the first place, taking Jode's words into thought. Indeed, he too remembered the words of Mallory within the stables as she realized what had become of him, and who was really in control. That night he discovered emotions that he never knew she held for him, and with that in mind Dan wrapped his arms over his forelegs and laid his head down upon his knees. He too, was changing, for the better, and knew that some way he had to bring his way back into the world so he could make amends for what Jode had done. People wanted to see their old friend, Dan, return to the world and rise as the friend they all missed, and apparently, even loved.

Muttering to himself, in an angry tone, Dan spoke of new words brought about from the clarity his memories had returned to him that evening, "I'm coming back, my friends. I'm coming to help..."

His words were not unheard.
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