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[Mairsil]

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Mairsil stood in his temple, stripped down to his leggings, and methodically rubbed a thin coat of the white paint over his skin. After covering most of his body, he strapped his armor on gently and began walking about, pulling clothes out of chests and armoirs. He stopped now and then to root through items stored here and there, laying all of his findings down on his bed.

After being satisfied with his selections, he carefully slipped on a hooded shroud of dark green. A gift hee had received years ago, he had always liked it, but never had it been so useful. He continued his work, next clasping a black cloak to his shoulders, something he had never taken a liking for, but this as well, was neccessary. After slipping on a pair of sandals, Mairsil snatched some jewlery off of his bad as well as an ivory staff. Slipping the jewlery onto his hands and taking up the staff in his right hand, Mairsil put the staff to use and walked down the stairs of his temple and continued to the shore just next to his house.

Leaning the staff agaisnt his shoulder, Mairsil stared down at the water, into the eyes of his reflection. He studied himself there for a moment, slowly bringing his hands up and slipping the hood of the shroud over his head, pulling it down low over his face. He had done well..he thought, considering his self image, he was no longer Mairsil.

A few moments later, Mairsil uttered the words "Kal Ort Por," and was intantly transplanted in another old familiar place. Not far from the old Dark Order territory he knew so well, Mairsil stood infront of his student's recently biult house. He waited for a moment as Kras opened the doors of his new home and made his way out to greet mairsil, eyeing him strangely.

"Kras," Mairsil said dryly, "From this point forth, if you should see me in such an attire, I am not the Mairsil you know..
I am Elniad, the Prophet."

Kras smirked and nodded as Elniad slowly walked forward, hunching his back and leaning heavily on an ivory staff, making hisway into the house.
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