Verigan remembers that he was sitting upright in bed when he heard the front door of the bungalow open, and voices in the next room. Carefully he stood up, feeling his feet cool on the thin rug. He looked around, shivering in the room only lit by the sliver of firelight from under the door; he could see his stone sword propped up against the wall.
As he approached the door he caught sight of Isabel rolling over and yawning; her eyes opened with a start and she looked at him in confusion. There were still noises from next door and the light was turning redder. Verigan flung open the door, sword held in front of him and shaking horribly. Miss Bacon looked at him in surprise. The figure pulled down the mask from his mouth. He was putting away a redstone torch that appeared to have been smouldering for some time.
He introduced himself as Adaephon, and explained to Verigan that the redstone angered the monsters less. Miss Bacon had already stood up to get Verigan a cup of hot milk, returning with two cups.
Verigan looked around in confusion; Isabel was standing in the doorway now, hair messy and looking irritated. Adaephon and Miss Bacon were trying to tell Verigan and Isabel why they had to move out of Mistral soon. Verigan remembers he sat next to Lysander on top of the city walls, swinging his legs and looking into his lap. He had told his friend and his friend was now staring blankly into nothing.
Lysander said he was happy for him too but later left without another word, whacking Isabel on the arm when she wolf whistled. Isabel shouted at Verigan that Miss Bacon wanted to see the both of them. He was entranced by the sheer scale of the hold when he first saw it. Mistral was impressive, of course, but it was a city and cities, he knew from old storybooks he had found around the house, were always impressive and beautiful.
Holds were supposed to be smaller and humbler, without great spires and walkways. He and Isabel looked in awe up and down The Wall on either side. He felt at first as if he had stumbled straight into a legendary adventure, a sword slung on his back and the belongings he still had in a bundle under one arm.
Verigan remembers that he and Isabel had to start studying right away. All of a sudden they were barely allowed out of the stuffy libraries of Minecraftian literature and history except to train with swords.
Quickly the air, full of twinkling dust motes became more comforting than any light in the darkness, and the soft scents of stale stories became home. Verigan remembers clearly that Isabel and Adaephon fought.
He remembers her becoming more desperate in her searches for heroines, Adaephon calmly suggesting she should stop studying and sword fighting, so that she could try to devote her time into keeping herself out of trouble, so she could stay alive instead. Adaephon mentioned their mother. Isabel threw the book she was holding at his head. He and Adaephon often stayed up late into the nights rewriting the books from memory and he soon had to learn had the basics of book binding.
Verigan wanted to agree with her sometimes, but he was scared to go against Adaephon and the monsters he often spoke of. And by this point Isabel had been caught climbing out of windows at night and staring out of them all day. Finally one night Verigan awoke and heard the winds of a storm through an open window. He padded over the too cold stone floor in the almost total darkness and towards the hissing. He found an iron sword missing from the armoury and a note saying Isabel was never coming back.
Verigan remembers the parting between him and Adaephon. No tears were shed, just a lack of eye contact and the entrustment of a good sword. He was going to clarify everything he knew; other holds along The Wall also contained knowledge, and who knew how much might help him? Verigan remembers that as he visited more and more places he only became more and more tired. There were probably millions of Verigans all over Minecraftia because of it. And Karpaths. And everyone else on the quest. He finally arrived at Lastwatch, the final hold on his journey and looked for a moment at the flat, rolling swamplands.
Verigan remembers the night that finally sent him away again. He started out of bed in a temporary, dark and shadowed room, his eyes casting pale spots over the walls from his newfound position on the too cold reed matted flooring.
He looked at the window, reaching for his sword at the gently glowing red light so close, so easy to stab through the glass pane. One of the resident Templars burst into his room with a cry and looked at Verigan as he looked in awe at the shards around his feet and over his arms.
The red light had faded completely. He looked out the window again, at the glaring sands that seemed to reach closer and closer the longer he looked at them: a light slap. The Templar looked at him in concern and took a hold of his shoulder, guiding him into the corridor and away from the window.
Verigan remembers staying in different places, hopping from village to village yet never being safe the instant he closed his eyes. After all, he knew the moment he did his own face would be replaced. But he was glad nonetheless to have proper food and a familiar bed. He supposed he did not sleep so badly that night.
Verigan remembers how tired he was when he stumbled into Terrorvale, having not slept and barely eaten for three days. He was weary and world-weary and if only this would all just stop until he really was alone: alone and secure at least. He had seen an inn for sale on a notice board. He had improved at baking cakes after all.
He took another step, almost tripping over the smooth, flat ground. A surprised squeak came from somewhere in front of him: a blond woman in green dress.
You look a little woozy Looking around thoughtfully, the woman held out a tin. Verigan stared at it blankly. You look like you need it. Nice to meet you! Verigan remembers that Daisy was happy to hear he was taking over the inn; she said The Skeletal Arms had been abandoned for quite a while. Sometimes, after closing up shop in her blacksmith she was perfectly happy to talk about the smithy for hours, and Verigan was perfectly happy to listen she would come and help him clean the place, coating the walls with a fresh layer of whitewash and partially rebuilding the partially dilapidated fireplace she was so strong!
Verigan remembers thanking Daisy, and being happy to return any favours. Verigan remembers his first few patrons: an old couple, both residents of Terrorvale, but wanting to try out the new facilities.
Daisy was the most regular patron, and usually ended up spending more time talking to her than serving her food. They had quickly decided they liked him, and he was pretty certain they loved Daisy. Verigan remembers that after all of a month, the nightmares were back. The same glowing eyes and pale face, always becoming clearer and clearer, and if he kept his sword close he could almost reach it.
He talked to Daisy about what he saw once the lights went dim one evening while she helped him repair another broken window.
She was more understanding than he had expected. More worried too. Verigan remembers the late summer sun on his arms and face as he sat next to Daisy and unpacked tins and boxes of food and drink. Verigan looked up, looked around, feeling a mild breeze blowing through his shirt. Where had Daisy gone? Uncertainly he again continued to pull of lids, trying not to panic, trying to concentrate and not see dim red points in the milk or the bread. His thoughts were rapidly cut off as he heard footsteps crushing the grass behind him; he whirled around where he sat.
Daisy stood there with one hand on hip and looking down at him with a concerned frown. Daisy again cut off his thoughts and knelt down, placing something over his head. He looked at it, going cross eyed and only seeing something small, yellow, green and blurry. Daisy laughed again, and agreed to show him how to make flower crowns and other flower jewellery after they had finished their picnic.
Verigan remembers the moment he awoke and realised he had been scrabbling against the inside of the fireplace. His hands stung: so painful.
He looked down, felt sick and looked up into a red glow. He shouted, jumped back and caught his own, pale and looming reflection in a pewter tankard. Why was this happening, why had he let himself come to this?! The reflection flickered and was replaced with his own fear ridden face. He scrambled to his feet and looked out the window into the heart of the village. There were storm clouds blocking away the moon and constellations and winter was setting in now. Verigan remembers the terror of knowing that the next morning his first two patrons had disappeared.
Verigan remembers that after the next time he saw the pale face, more people went missing, to never be found again. Verigan remembers the time he came to outside the smithy, Daisy crouching over him and gently shaking his shoulder.
He closed his eyes, and quickly opened them in alarm to look around in the pitch black, the first light snowfall of the year drifting from the dark skies.
It was completely dark, completely silent but for their two breaths. Nearly everyone he knew here had gone too. Verigan remembers the so simple list of ingredients for the poison. He had seen the recipe in a book at one of the holds along The Wall, but used as a weapon instead. A spider eye presented little problem, no matter how tired he was. Nether wart and glowstone dust? A kind anonymous stranger had left a parcel of two tiny boxes for him one morning. He thanked them, whoever they were as the brewing stand lit up yet again with bright scarlet light and white smoke.
The colour of the potion was hardly appetising, but then again, was staying here and letting the last people disappear as well? He would be happier knowing that Daisy was alive and still happy here; it was so much better.
Verigan remembers looking out at the fading light, bottle in hand and swinging his legs against the wooden side of the road. It was strangely entrancing, all those empty white plains, lit only by the setting sun like so many waves of blood.
He was hardly startled at the clicking footsteps. Verigan turned his head expectantly, and nearly dropped the bottle he held in shock. He was barely aware of what he was doing as he led them towards the inn. He was barely aware whether he was even in charge of his actions at all. His hand reached for the bottle and as the two travellers looked around the inn with awe in their expressions he carefully fingered the cork. If they were the pale face, he could end this all now, could sleep again at nights, could be so happy!
He thought to himself then, looking in horror at his hands. One tall, one short. One tall with alien eyes and clothing, one short with a beard less kempt than any other dwarf. He also wears boots to reduce the restriction of mobility due to sand and keeping the element from contacting his skin, which may cause health problems due to its taint effect.
However, the colour of the suit now resembles that of The Desert—a sandy, yellow shade. The Templar also wears a mask to block sand from entering his lungs while inhaling.
In The Legend of Verigan, Adaephon was still in the prime of his youth and had recently been recruited to serve among the adventurers led by Verigan. In the folly of his younger years, Adaephon was seen as being fairly short tempered and easily irritated, destroying Professor Grizwold's bed in annoyance while the man was attempting to sleep and having arguments with a young Fumblemore regarding the use of his magic.
However, he did have an attentive side, choosing to conserve resources and harvesting torches on lamps for later use from paths that Verigan's group passed. When Karpath berated him for his attitude towards Professor Grizwold, he quickly held back and apologized, suggesting he does respect his elders and accepts admonishments.
Adaephon's personality had changed by a fair extent by the time of the Shadow of Israphel series, many decades into the future. He has grown knowledgeable and responsible, raising young Verigan Antioch II and Isabel Antioch to the best of his ability. Adaephon is now much fonder and more respectful of his older brother—Karpath, following his tasks and instructions. Despite his old age, he has also committed to his duty of ruling the Templars with loyalty and dedication.
Adaephon fought in the The Sand War with Verigan , his father which took place over year before the time Shadow of Israphel is set, The Sand War was described as a war against a great disease where many, including his father died.
In a poll that was held from January to February on this wiki With all Shadow of Israphel characters to choose from, Adaephon Antioch was placed equal 26th overall with 5 votes out of votes. Yogscast Wiki Explore. Harry Marshall Nina-Serena. General Minecraft Shadow of Israphel Season 1.
Less than a month after his return, Karpath vanished without a trace and was never seen again. Yogscast Wiki Explore. Harry Marshall Nina-Serena. General Minecraft Shadow of Israphel Season 1.
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