It is in the Temple, within it's vast halls that you eye Nogare, the son of Greyblade, meditating. Clerics who walk around him seem not to mind. They respect him dearly.

Alone he sits, breathing deeply, his eyes closed, and his body entirely relaxed. His legs are crossed, and his hands sit upon his knees. The wind that blows through the temple was vague, and it silently pushed his dark brown hair and the very tip of his bladed Hylian ears. Belegcam, his trusted spear, leans against a pillar of the temple right next to Nogare. You approach, and you notice that his eyes open when you are beside him.

"May I help you?" he inquired.

OOC: Nogare isn't always on adventures, you know. Here he is, spending his time away from battle and quest.

"I have propostion for you, Nogare." He said Nogare with a sinister tone. He spat it out like vemon. "My dark master wishes to battle you. However, you don't have to comply now. My master gives you a month to respond. Don't worry, he'll know when you wish to battle him. If you don't come to him in a month, he'll come to you. Now, prepare yourself. Good day, Nogare." He spat out the word Nogare as if it were venom, again. He left him a buissness card behind, but all it said was MoD.

Nogare's eyes remained closed as the man spoke. He twitched when he heard about being offered a battle. He could tell this was because his 'master' was either jealous of his renown, or was simply a fool. When the man ambled away, Grey's son called back, "Who is your master. And who are you." At this time, his eyes had opened.

"My master is the Nightengale, self-proclaimed king of the Masters of Destruction and prodogy of ALPHA(note: not the RPer). As for my name, it is of no importance, but you may call Vilk."

OOC: If Nogare ever reads or listens to stories in Hyrule, he would know about ALPHA, garaunteed. So, since Nogare knows, but you as the creator of Nogare does not know, read up on him him my profile. He would also probably know of the Nightengale and the Masters of Destruction, they have been in the news everywhere now a days, plotting the fall of Hyrule and the controll of the world.

Orpheous(anew) wrote:"My master is the Nightengale, self-proclaimed king of the Masters of Destruction and prodigy of ALPHA(note: not the RPer). As for my name, it is of no importance, but you may call Vilk."

OOC: If Nogare ever reads or listens to stories in Hyrule, he would know about ALPHA, guaranteed. So, since Nogare knows, but you as the creator of Nogare does not know, read up on him him my profile. He would also probably know of the Nightengale and the Masters of Destruction, they have been in the news everywhere now a days, plotting the fall of Hyrule and the control of the world.

Nogare remained silent as the man spoke to him. "So you mean to say that he has arisen?" Nogare held back his laughter, and kept his face expressionless. He stood, and gripped his famous spear Belegcam. He drew a handkerchief, and rubbed the dirt from it's blade and pole. He leaned against the wall as he did this, for the sake of support. "And why is you're name of no importance?"

"Arisen? I don't know that much about Nightengale." He laughed for a second and continued talking. "My name is of no importance because I am only a shell, a loyal puppet for my master."

OOC: Alright, Orf, I like where this is going, but it would be great if you did not try to change the mood of the topic. It would have to be an 'off'-topic' for that to happen...

IC: Nogare knew that he would need to kill this man, but he could not, or else everyone would think he was an assassin if he did it now, here in the Temple of Nayru.

So he excused the man, not worrying about what was to happen. One he was satisfied with how flat and clean his spear was, he started doing push ups as quickly and as complete as his body would allow. Sweat seemed to stream from his forehead like a towel filled with water being twisted to be dried. Nogare made no hesitations as he bent and straightened his elbows, and concentrated at one spot on the floor, never taking his eyes from it. Then, suddenly, he pushed his hands up, and landed them on his knuckles. He grunted when he landed, but just kept going. His shadows of his naturally dense muscles moved as he went up and down.

OOC: Where I'm going with this is I want someone to be watching him and questioning his doings, as if curious, for the purpose of the topic is to show that our favorite Hylian Knight of this age is not always out killing moblins, or off making history; sometimes he practices his art. I also want to prove his wisdom and power here.

OOC: Just relaying a message, and I am trying to wrap it up.

IC: He walked away, and called back, without looking back, "Good day, Sir Nogare." His cloak blew in the wind as he stepped out side. He eventually started to dissappear as he walked away, growing more and more transparent, until he was invisible.