go to the temple

The two of our adventurers debate the issue for some time, but eventually they decide to check out this temple, since it was their second best bet for learning spells, and as they were probably to get some information if nothing else. On the way, they visited the weapons shop; sadly they could afford nothing more than a bit of additional ammunition. When they arrived, they found the temple to be in a state of utter disrepair. Even the door was rusted shut

“Alright Sarah,” grinned John, “lock and load; you never know what we’ll find in there.”

“Point,” She asserts as she cocks her gun. John and Sarah kicked in the door together and point their guns in every direction. The inside is even more dilapidated than the outside. Skeletons litter the ground. Hanging from the ceiling is giant block of ice and inside was a woman trapped. In the center of the room, on top of a pile of bones was a small fluffy white sleeping bunny-rabbit.

“Cute rabbit,” John said focusing his aim on the creature.

Sarah takes careful aim as well, “You thinking what I am thinking, John?”

“It’s an evil demonic super rabbit, one who killed all these men, and imprisoned that priestess, princess or whatever she is?”

“Yep.” She replies.

“Shoot the rabbit?” John asked.

“Shoot the rabbit,” she confirmed with more than a little glee.

“You take the left corner and I’ll take the right. If it attacks one of us, the other will flank him. But wait for my signal.”

“Good idea,” she nods. They went to their respective corners and took aim. John looked at Sarah and she back at him. John nodded his head. The fire of battle rushed through their veins as both unleashed a storm of bullets firing and re-firing as fast as they were able. The ballistic maelstrom kicked up a cloud of dust. Then, when the dust clears, they two could see to their horror that the rabbit has grown enormous. Blades, horns, and spines have burst from its body. But, it is truly severely wounded. The beast in rancorous rage thundered towards Sarah’s corner. Desperately both continued shooting, but he keeps walking. The demonic rabbit, this monstrosity reached Sarah; with a swipe of his paw he knocked the gun from her hands. He raised his fist into the air. She throws her hands into the air; it was in that moment that the words of the man in village’s words finally made since. A shield of light formed around Sarah to protect her. John sighed with relief and restarted his barrage. The beast was ignoring John’s bullets and pounding away at her barrier. John could see she would not last long. Without thought of reason John drew his sword, and with the saged advice of instinct John pulled with both hands cutting the air; blade slammed onto the ground. From the spot where the sword’s tip hit the ground a jet of blue fire burst forth and engulfed the demonic rabbit. The screams of the beast chilled the spine. When the flames die down there is nothing but ash.

The crystal hanging from the ceiling shatters and the priestess floats down. She was blue. Her eyes, hair, skin, lips, and clothes are all different shades of blue. “Thank-you John Doe of the Maester Swoerd, and Sarah Sorayama of the Cherry Lotus.” She smiled politely. “It was for told in the Book of Cassandra, that you would come and save me.” She smiles serenely. “These are foreign names in this land. I must ask which of you is which.”

With a snicker John said and knowing glance to Sarah, “I’m John, she’s Sarah.”

“I see you have the sword already I shall prepare the rites.” She began to walk away.

Sarah grabed her by the arm, and jerked her back. “What rites?”

“Why, the rites of key of course.”

“Key to what? Explain your course, priestess.” John commanded trying to sound in character but feel quite awkward.

She smiled peacefully. “O’ When I was attacked by the Demohare I was so happy to know that it would be I who blessed the sacred weapon of Athena. In the Book of Cassandra, it says that two warriors shall come to this temple and free it from the curse of Demohare. The pristess, me, is then to take the last of the sacred Cherry lotus blooms and crush all its petals into the holy water in the sacred cup. Then I am to add a drop of sacred Sarah Sorayama’s blood. This is called the Blessings of Sarah Sorayama in the Book of Cassandra. You John Doe are then to cut your hand upon the blade. I shall anoint the Maester Swoerd with it the Blessings of Sarah Sorayama and you will squeeze your fist until it is also baptized in your blood. Then shall it become the sacred weapon of Isis, Ishtar, and Athena. With these blessing the weapon will never bend nor break nor faulter no matter the what the forces of evil bring against it, but will eternally flow with the sacred energies of the goddesses. In the Book of Cassandra, it says you will then use it to release the warriors of Artemis, who were imprisoned in stone the last time, they made war on Sekhmet. But this blessing will not break the curse completely, so great is the curse, for once ever seven days they must draw strength from the Maester Swoerd, so you must guard them and stay with them or at least leave the Maester Swoerd with them should take your leave of them, but who would wish to depart with the Swoerd of Eternal Strength. Is that enough?” The blue woman asked calmly.