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With so many in Keffa from across the continent, and with most of the various travellers having arrived, Keffa had become both a zoo and cosmopolitan city seemingly overnight, with every manner of animal and human alike populating the city, having either felt the pull themselves or followed a traveller. Domestic beasts of burden and leisure, wild beasts, from all quarters, climates, and habitats populated the city just as much as humanity from all walks of life, class, trade, and origin.
 
With so many in Keffa from across the continent, and with most of the various travellers having arrived, Keffa had become both a zoo and cosmopolitan city seemingly overnight, with every manner of animal and human alike populating the city, having either felt the pull themselves or followed a traveller. Domestic beasts of burden and leisure, wild beasts, from all quarters, climates, and habitats populated the city just as much as humanity from all walks of life, class, trade, and origin.
  
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Playing the trumpet in a classic Vordulist tune as she approached the column of light, Polli stopped outside Obeah's temple where the stones lay inside and from which the light emanated.
 
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Prime magic was the magic of creation, the most basic form from which all things could be built, or indeed be destroyed... over these past days she journeyed between panic and calm, trusting the Goddess to see and be what men and women could not.... to craft intent into purpose.  More than once she had had to resist the urge to step into the pillar, though at times the pull was almost overwhelming...
 
Prime magic was the magic of creation, the most basic form from which all things could be built, or indeed be destroyed... over these past days she journeyed between panic and calm, trusting the Goddess to see and be what men and women could not.... to craft intent into purpose.  More than once she had had to resist the urge to step into the pillar, though at times the pull was almost overwhelming...
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Revision as of 05:47, 29 September 2020

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The sparking, shimmering, liquid-like lightbeam began to transition from a light blue into a bright yellow.

Staying yellow for about fifteen minutes, it then transformed into a vivid red.

And remaining this red for another fifteen minutes, it then began to development into an impenetrably-pure black. The mysteries of black lights would be debated for years to come.

Another fifteen minutes remaining in this pitch black state, the beam of light began evolving into a bold green.

This green also lingered for fifteen minutes. What colour was to come next? As all watched the beam, it began to shift into a bright yellow once more. Continuing to observe the light hues, it was firmly noted that it continued to cycle through these colours.

Lighting the Clouds

The column of light is transitioning in colours, fifteen minutes at a time, from bright yellow to vivid red to impenetrably-pure black to bold green, back to bright yellow, vivid red, impenetrably-pure black, bold green, bright yellow...

The Cafe The Roof The Kings The Square Miscellaneous
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
The brightly painted merchant cart creaks and groans as the wagon rolls from the Zwering road to clatter atop that famous Keffan masonry and join with the throng of merchants, peddlers and pilgrims. The ruddy-faced merchant with greying hair she’d saved in Ossmat had claimed the ‘Den of Whores’ was a painted beauty, but all the cobbles did was set her teeth clattering.

The man seemed quite pleased to be back atop the rumbling ground calling back, “We’re almost there bayan! Can you not smell it? I will take you to the market and feed you the finest of foods from my city. She is a treat to all the senses.”

With a firm grip on the doorframe Nerta rises to peer about, her cloak snapping in the wind. The thick forest was slowly giving way to small cots and waystations. They pass bustling taverns, the party goers spilling out into the woodlands to drink and sing in defiance of the growing throng of carts weaving between like fish in the sea.

She’d seen a few cities now. Big messy things with too many people, too close and too loud. But she could certainly smell this land: the lingering mix of the forest, of flowers, of spice and of sweat. It was, almost, pleasant.

“You are not wrong on that, peddler, though if the rest of your city is as garishly painted as your cart, I might be served better to keep my eyes closed when I visit.”

The man roars with laughter “Oh you northerners! So harsh, so severe. The whores are painted for you, bayan, do not hide yourself bashfully! Embrace what you desire and it will bring you the strength to fight on despite the harshness of the world.”

A flick of the reins sees the cart lurch ahead with speed, rolling around another garish wagon marked out as a cloth merchant whose driver shouts and shakes a fist at the recklessness. Her guide in this strange land dismisses the man with a wave of his hand and continues, “You shall feast bayan! The scents, the food, and the men! Anything less and I would be shamed for not paying the debts I owe you.”

Swaying through the ride, Nerta smirks and pulls her cloak tighter, “I won’t say no to the first two but I doubt any Keffan men will be of interest, present company included.”

“Ohffff an old man like me? Perish the thought bayan! No you need someone young and vibrant. But fine, no men, women aplenty! We will find you another bayan in silk so smooth you might think it a dream. After a night together my debts will be paid and you will have a new appreciation for the finer things!”

The towering spires of Keffa climb into view as the cart swerves away from another, though this time the exchange of shouts seems more pleasant. Perhaps the pair are old friends? Either way it gives Nerta time to admire the great walls of Keffa, adorned with painted reliefs. The mosaic pattern seems a trait of these people, though where they get such vibrant blues is a mystery. Blue dye was always hard to find in the mountains but given these walls you’d think they had a well of it.

Passing through the oaken gates, the scent of the city blossoms around her as the merchant turns down a side road toward the bazaar. He only barely slows, leaving Nerta to watch a few pedestrians blur by as they linger against trees and sip rich-smelling drinks. It set the woman’s stomach to rumble but before she could comment they had stopped by a sparkling fountain.

The merchant moves quickly for such a large man, climbing from his seat to wave over a scamp of a boy and pass him a coin. Errand concluded, the man hitches up his belt and waddles over to gesture with a sweeping wave of his hand, “You will eat the finest meal of your life now bayan. Go there tell them Ekrem sent you and be delighted all evening. Then tomorrow we will leave for Firbalt and this Agyrian Academy you are so enamoured about.”

“You know if you fought half as well as you bargain, you’d not have needed me to save you in the first place.” Hopping down with a puff of dust, a rumble in her stomach interjects, “Food sounds good but we don’t need to leave right away if you have business to attend. This place is doesn’t seem so bad to linger for a bit. Though I’m sure there will be work enough.”

Laughing with delight he nods, “We might make a civilized woman of you yet bayan! We shall stay the week, but you are too young to stay out of trouble! Go and live a little in the Den of Whores!”

With a lopsided grin Nerta feels a chilly breeze pulling her gaze up above the cafe to the odd pillar of light dancing through the clouds. Though it was yet one more thing of beauty in a city of scents and colour, the warmth of the day seems to drain slowly the longer she inspects it.

Looks like trouble already found her.
Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Maurice
Message sent to Jacinda, Maximia, Moira, Nerta
Agyrian Foederati,

We must decide. Are we to begin the ritualistic work to welcome It to Ar Agyr or are we to kill the Others to stop them from completing the rituals before we have done so? We need at least Two Others alive to complete the rituals.

For Ar Agyr!
Maurice (Minstrel)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Nerta ignores the insistent chill of the Old Man trying to direct her to investigate the pillar of light and sits in the cafe with a warm mug of that spiced almond drink she’d spied along the road. Enjoying the nutty flavour on her tongue, her peace is disturbed by a letter carrying urchin. The same Ekrem had paid earlier.

Unrolling the scroll to allow the looming specter to look it over, she is surprised when the Old Man doesn’t try to use her illiteracy as leverage. Maybe they are starting to get along, or maybe the message is just useless.

Fishing out a coin for the urchin, Nerta pulls the silver back even as the boys eyes gleam, “If there are any more messages from this Maurice, get them to come here and talk to me. If you do, I’ll give you double.”

As the delicious aroma of spiced lamb crawls toward her table, Nerta’s stomach rumbles a new and she adds, “For that matter, if anyone is looking for me tell them to find me here.”

Let’s see who’d join her in the parlour.
Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Mulki Laraak
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Does an Adventurer's Guild exist on Belluaterra? If not, perhaps I can convince someone to create one for us!
Mulki Laraak (Commoner of Obia' Syela)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
You mean the Agyrian Academy, Mulki? Because yes it does. You were there when we rebuild it....
Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Varan
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
The Margrave of Firbalt established a branch of the Agyrian Academy recently. I believe it is the nearest branch.
Varan (Commoner of Obia'Syela)
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Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Nerta! You've arrived! Welcome to Keffa, frand!
Mulki Laraak (Commoner of Obia' Syela)
Letter from Mulki Laraak
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Am Obian-born adventurer, we are allowed and respected. Its nice here, though Mulki only visit occasionally. Mulki would like to join Agyrian Academy properly though, am forgot to get membership last time I was there.

Does this academy plan to be continent-wide? We should bring it to Obia'syela and the Shattered Vales, too! Wonder if Nothoi would want to partimcipate too?

Be careful with Nova, though. Hear they are arresting adventurers and want to ban magick, and you can be arrested for being just suspected of having scrolls. Crazy.
Mulki Laraak (Commoner of Obia' Syela)
Letter from Elshon Geg
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
I have come following the words of Harbinger Esdalot in Peace and Hunger.
Elshon Geg (Count of Pomathim, Priest of the Order of Mordok)
Letter from Maurice
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Don't believe in Esdalot. He will lead you astray. Maurice knows the way!
Maurice (Minstrel)
Letter from Elshon Geg
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
And what are your fees for guidance Madam Maurice?
Elshon Geg (Count of Pomathim, Priest of the Order of Mordok)
Paid notices posted upon bulletinboards appear throughout Zwering and surrounding regions calling for adventuring commoners to follow Polli to Keffa.
Letter from Maurice
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Count Elshon Geg,

Loyalty to Ar Agyr.

For Ar Agyr!
Maurice (Adventurer)
The column of light is transitioning in colours, fifteen minutes at a time, from bright yellow to vivid red to impenetrably-pure black to bold green, back to bright yellow, vivid red, impenetrably-pure black, bold green, bright yellow...
Letter from Dolores
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Don't believe either of them.
Dolores (Adventurer)
Letter from Leyro
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Then what do we believe
Leyro (Commoner of Thalmarkin)
Letter from Skade
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
They should fight to the death, we will believe the winner.
Skade (Commoner of Irondale)
Letter from Kristina Chamberlain
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
We are all called here, it would seem, to bear witness. What we see with our eyes in the coming days will tell us far more of what is true and what is not than anything we are led to believe by the words of others.
Kristina Chamberlain (Baroness of Zwering, Priestess of Heralds of Obeah)
Letter from Jacinda the Driven
Message sent to Maximia, Moira, Nerta
Nerta, What do you make of this Maurice? And I don't know what this "It" is, but anything from outside this world...Sounds like the kind of thing we're trying to stop, isn't it?
Jacinda the Driven (Commoner of Ar Agyr)
Letter from Dolores
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Leyro,

You believe me, of course.

For Shattered Vales,
Dolores (Adventurer)
Letter from Maurice
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Leyro,

You believe me, of course.

For Ar Agyr!
Maurice (Minstrel)
Letter from Varan
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
What is this nonsense?

This is the revered home of Obia’Syela, and the events that are occurring are only through the efforts of OS.

I do not believe any of these foreigners and their espousing of “For so-and-so!”...

For Obia’Syela!
Varan (Commoner of Obia'Syela)
Letter from Kristina Chamberlain
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Good Varan,

These lands are but the garden of Obeah, there are many rooms in her house and many who would serve in those rooms.

For Obeah
Kristina Chamberlain (Baroness of Zwering, Priestess of Heralds of Obeah)
Letter from Leyro
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Maurice, Dolores, I don't know yall well enough to believe you. Though I do know these monsters keep kicking my butt cause I'm so new to this land. And now weird stuff is going on.
Leyro (Commoner of Thalmarkin)
Roleplay from Mulki Laraak
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
"Wait... Is yellow to red to black, then to green, yellow, red, black, green, yello-

Mulki has idea! What if colors mean something else... A place?

Do any of the various color sequences correspond to the flag of any realm, dead or living?"
Mulki Laraak (Commoner of Obia'Syela)
Magic in the Air

The ravens fly and the sky is changed. Someone has cast a magic spell in the vicinity.

Wild Affair

With so many in Keffa from across the continent, and with most of the various travellers having arrived, Keffa had become both a zoo and cosmopolitan city seemingly overnight, with every manner of animal and human alike populating the city, having either felt the pull themselves or followed a traveller. Domestic beasts of burden and leisure, wild beasts, from all quarters, climates, and habitats populated the city just as much as humanity from all walks of life, class, trade, and origin.

Each hour was now marked by the 15-minute increments of bright yellow, vivid red, impenetrably-pure black, and bold green coloured hues casting their shifting lights over the city, day and night.

Letter from Luto
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Leyro,

They lie to you.

For Nothoi,
Luto (Adventurer)
Letter from Luto
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Varan,

It is not only through the efforts of Obia'Syela that anything is happening here. Nothoi has done much throughout Beluaterra's history and has every right to be here just as much as Obia'Syela.

For Nothoi,
Luto (Adventurer)
Letter from Saoirse MacArbin
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Luto, I have no quarrel with any being here in Keffa at this time, so long as they respect that this is, foremost, a rite of the Heralds of Obeah.
Saoirse MacArbin (Grandmistress of Obia'Syela, Duchess of Amen Obeah)
Letter from Polli
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Baroness Kristina Chamberlain,

A garden, you say? That seems a fine place to milk my snakes. My travels have impeded the regularly-scheduled milkings. Where may I find this garden?

For Vordul Sanguinis,
Polli (Adventurer)
Letter from Maurice
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Leyro,

What's weird?

For Ar Agyr!
Maurice (Minstrel)
Letter from Polli
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For Vordul Sanguinis, for the Eternal Emperor Xlair Silverblade, and for Blood Eternal!
Polli (Adventurer)
Roleplay Event

Playing the trumpet in a classic Vordulist tune as she approached the column of light, Polli stopped outside Obeah's temple where the stones lay inside and from which the light emanated.

At a short distance from the temple walls, in an open square, she concluded her trumpet playing and began to incant and draw symbols upon the ground with chalk.

Letter from Aelanta Peregrine
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Greetings to all the good people of Obiya'Syela and pilgrims from all over the continent. I have arrived to witness a historic event I have heard various rumours about. Hopefully someone can explain what is actually happening.
Aelanta Peregrine (Dame of Firbalt)
Letter from Leyro
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Maurice, Why has so many gathered, what is going on with this city, magic flows yo freely. Something is coming but what.
Leyro (Commoner of Thalmarkin)
Letter from Dolores
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Leyro,

I don't feel any magic here.

For Shattered Vales,
Dolores (Adventurer)
Letter from Dolores
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Dolores, And don't see any beer in my mug, none the less something is up. I just hope its nothing to terrible
Dolores (Adventurer)
Roleplay from Maurice
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
When after paying for the delivery of another letter, the urchin insists to Maurice that Nerta wishes to talk in person rather than via epistle, he relents and heads towards the parlour she is inhabiting. Approaching the cafe instructed, he enters, seeking out a recognizable badge to identify Nerta.
Maurice (Minstrel)
Letter from Maurice
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Leyro,

They must feel the pull. Do you not? As to the magic, perhaps its the song in the air. What's coming is It.

For Ar Agyr!
Maurice (Minstrel)
Letter from Bernard
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Bernard is heard somewhere in Keffa shouting, "Keep the snakes out of the garden! Snakes don't belong in gardens!"
Bernard (Adventurer)
Roleplay from Saoirse MacArbin
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Saoirse's lancers had been patrolling the immediate environs of the temple for most of each day, looking for subtle signs of trouble, assassins, infiltrators, and the like.

They had not expected someone to march up playing a trumpet and begin doing some ritual. But, as that definitely fit what their Lady had been worrying about, Captain Alberic shook his head and led them toward whomever this was. He recognized the tune, though, and his teeth grit at hearing Vordulian music in Keffa again. The last time he had heard those trumpets...

"By order of the Grandmistress, and in the name of the Veiled Goddess, stand back from the temple and cease whatever ritual you are conducting."

His voice, used to calling commands over the din of a battlefield, rang out across the square, and the Lancers Radiant had hands on the sabers they used for close work. They were still sheathed, but it was clear that could change in a moment, and their horses kept advancing, clearly ready to run down this person if they did not move.
Saoirse MacArbin (Grandmistress of Obia'Syela, Duchess of Amen Obeah)
Roleplay from Emilia Delamoire
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
As the lancers began to close in on Polli, Shadow's Blight, a regiment of trained archers under command of Lady Emilia spread out, encircling Polli protectively. "Make Way!" Shouted captain Brictilda.
Emilia Delamoire (Dame of Pel Mark)
Roleplay from Jacinda the Driven
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Jacinda grinned as she made her way in to the cafe. Two scrolls, and an item all repaired, she should be able to get some serious coin in short order. This city had been good, as long as she could make it out again at the end of it.

"Nerta! Should have some more resources for the Academy soon enough."

She flagged down a server to pay better attention by the simple expedient of flashing a handful of silvers rather than the usual coppers, and ordered drinks and double-helping of the lamb.

"This city is a madhouse, my friend, but that's working for me right now. How's the Old Man feeling about it all?"
Jacinda the Driven (Commoner of Ar Agyr)
Roleplay from Dolores
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Dolores, along with small groups of Vales humanity, were looking for gardens throughout Keffa and taking cuttings of flowers, digging up roots and bulbs, harvesting vegetables, fruits, and nuts, digging up bushes, and felling the rare tree. These they added to the wagonloads of various flora they had collected from their trek originating in Drinilla.
Dolores (Commoner of Ar Agyr)
Letter from Viviane
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Polli,

May I have some of your snakes to breed?

For Obia'Syela,
Viviane (Adventurer)
Letter from Bernard
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For Irondale! For Daishi! For Mankind!
Bernard (Adventurer)
Letter from Dolores
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Herbert,

Stones are good.

For Shattered Vales,
Dolores (Adventurer)
Roleplay from Maurice
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Hearing Nerta's name called out in the cafe from someone who had entered behind him, Maurice watched a moment before approaching just as mention of an old man was made. "Pardon me, I am looking for a Nerta, Foederati of Ar Agyr?"
Maurice (Minstrel)
Roleplay from Kristina Chamberlain
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
She had spent hours in mesmeric silence watching the pillar pulse through its light array. The noise from within of the strands of the various castings was at times cacophonous as serrated strands even yet tried to unravel from the primal fire of the pillar. Prime magic was the magic of creation, the most basic form from which all things could be built, or indeed be destroyed... over these past days she journeyed between panic and calm, trusting the Goddess to see and be what men and women could not.... to craft intent into purpose. More than once she had had to resist the urge to step into the pillar, though at times the pull was almost overwhelming...
Kristina Chamberlain (Baroness of Zwering, Priestess of Heralds of Obeah)
Roleplay from Yxevarii Auru'in
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
A shadow swept across the square; its silhouette framed by Pillar's Light.

Absent a writ, a spark was lit; and a piper was in for a hell of a fright.

A trip to the dungeon? A hell of a night. Goddess-demanding, a hell of a fight!

---

A shadow approached opposite the Lancers Radiant, sauntering casual and silent. All eyes lay upon captain Alberic and the offending Polli.

Coming in at an angle, and from all sides, none saw nor expected the storm to come - as other shadows coalesced upon the square in turn.

Echoing Captain Alberic's proclamation, the first shadow intoned - as each apparition dropped its cloak to become Human once more.

From bows to daggers, bolas and kusarigama, each shadow held its ground. None would pass without running a deadly gauntlet.

Behind sight of a crossbow aimed squarely at Polli's head, Grand Inquisitor Yxevarii glanced at Polli's chalkwork with interest.

"By order of the Holy Inquisition of Obya'siela, cease or be ceased."
Yxevarii Auru'in (Grand Inquisitor of Obia'Syela)
Roleplay from Emilia Delamoire
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Twenty soldiers of Shadow's Blight edge their way in a defensive square around Polli, standing in the face of the crossbow without hesitation.

"I see we meet again Lady Yxevarii," began Lady Emilia as she approached the priestess, "I request that you have this Captain lower his weapons. We've come in peacefully enough, as have all the others gathered here."

The 5'5" woman stood with her arms crossed over her chest, the platinum blonde hair resting over her shoulders nearly as the people around her stood much taller than she.

"I believe you invited me to your fair city of Ossmat, am I and my companions not welcome in Keffa?" Emilia asked Yxevarii
Emilia Delamoire (Dame of Pel Mark)
Roleplay from Gustav Kuriga
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Gustav could feel a burning sensation in his missing arm. The one he had sacrificed all those years ago in service to the Daimons. The folly of it still made him wince inside, but that was buried by a new sensation. His left eye, seeing the world veiled in a crimson red, saw the glows of thousands of souls in the city. But drowning that was a pitch black aura that seemed to swallow up any light that drew near it. He knew that the Portal would be there, and marched towards it as quickly as he could. He ignored the various nobles and passersby, focused on one thing, the flaming hawk only he could see perched securely on his shoulder. Unless stopped by someone, he would arrive at the portal.
Gustav Kuriga (Ambassador of Vordul Sanguinis)
Roleplay from Yao Ling Pryde
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Yao Ling looked up at the pillar of light that radiated out of Keffa.

She remembered a time when something similar had radiated out of Creasur.

She remembered harnessing that power to kill Daimons.

But that had been a long time ago, and such things were not always... the same when they returned.

She wondered what this one would be as she followed a family of ducks orderly making their way through the market.
Yao Ling Pryde (Sophos of Nothoi)
Roleplay from Godfrey Greybrook
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Looking to the passers by and shielding his face, Godfrey followed Gustav towards the portal, inquiring into the magical manifest.
Godfrey Greybrook (Ambassador of Vordul Sanguinis)
Roleplay from Yao Ling Pryde
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
The ducks led Yao Ling to a man she remembered. Then the ducks broke off to make their way to a market stall with plenty of food set aside for them.

Yao Ling followed the man and matched his stride.

"Gustav, old friend," she said quietly enough that others would not hear them. Or that he could choose to not hear if he wished to. "It has been some time since we have seen each other. How do you do?"
Yao Ling Pryde (Sophos of Nothoi)
Roleplay from Rosko Nabarl
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Rosko entered the region of Keffa with his troops following, he looked around warily and with distaste. That which brought him here reminded him to much of his mother’s death and the fights he had then fought himself, and this place, in this realm, just added to memories of fighting evil...
Rosko Nabarl (Margrave of Vatrona)
Roleplay from Wren
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Familiar spiced scents and melodic sounds danced their way to Wren's senses in the crowded city. It had been years now since she had visited this southern settlement, but she recalled vividly her visits here as a young one, the delicious treats, the brilliant colours and flashing glint of crafted metals in the hot sunlight.

This time was different though. It was busy: more than a holiday's rush, more than a wartime gathering. There was an energy and alertness to the people that made the air feel electric. And of course the massive coloured pillar of light casting the city in an eerie glow.

The birdlike young woman sat crouched up on a curved stone wall, shaded by a nearby building, watching the crowds below from under her mottled brown cloak with eyes round and bright. So many colours, so many people from far away! She even thought she spotted a couple of Foederati, but not any familiar to her, and so she let them pass without a greeting. Long minutes ticked by like this, watching the flow, noting the shifting colour from the pillar (she would have to investigate that later, but had little appetite for it on her own), and being romanced by the enticing smells from the many food carts plying their trade in the noisy street below.

There, that person she knew. Jacinda!

At once she leapt down from the wall and shadowed her friend, attempting to catch up and failing in the throngs of people, but at least keeping her trail. The fighter disappeared into a cafe and Wren followed.

Relief cascaded over her senses as she saw not only Jacinda ordering a meal, but Nerta as well. Wren approached their table as another figure approached and spoke.

"Pardon me, I am looking for a Nerta, Foederati of Ar Agyr?"
Blink-blink. She did not know this human. Wren stilled, and ever so slowly made her way to one side, staying out of the peripherals of this newcomer, waiting.
Wren (Commoner of Ar Agyr)
Roleplay from Yxevarii Auru'in
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Shadows Cast

The Grand Inquisitor upnods her Agents to move in and detain Polli. She slides closer to purposely step on the piece of chalk; savoring the crunch.

"Piper - you were invited to participate in, not to subvert our ritual with one of your own design. You risk catastrophe by tampering in such ways."

Drawn by ensuing events, extra contingents of Inquisitors and Templars alike have gathered along the crowded square. As, it seems, have others.

"Relinquish your ritual implements and come with me. You will have a chance to explain yourself, and return in peace. Meet mercy with grace..."


An Agent casts a handsign and the Grand Inquisitor glances aside - locking eyes with none other than young Lady Emilia herself.

Stepping back beyond arm's reach, the crossbow neither wanes nor wavers from Polli's head dead-on-center, barely registering Emilia's presence.

Its towering wielder does, however, grin. Lady Emilia's request is acknowledged with a nod of understanding as grin melts back to stone-faced default.

"Walk in peace, my dear! This one, however, has broken the rules and put us all at risk. I bid you never suffer the wrath of a destabilized portal stone."


She meets Captains Alberic's questing gaze with a subtle shake of the head. Some lines need not be crossed, where bridges instead may be built.

"Captain Alberic of The Lancers Radiant does not answer to me. I would not dare give orders to Grandmistress Saoirse's personal unit."

Three of her Agents move in to guard her flank, not threatening but not exactly welcoming anyone else to approach.

"And I rule Ossmat, not holiest Keffa. This is Grand Templar Vahanian's domain, and- damn it Lyssandra, stand down!"


Lyssandra, being her usual over-zealous self, swings the chain of her main kusarigama 'round and around her head in an arc.

"Its a bloody Obian stand-off, Grand Inquisitor!" Though the arc lies unbroken, ruthless enthusiasm shifts toward more artful form.

Yxevarii sighs - wondering, as she often does, why Obiah brought her back to life in so chaotic an era of Belluaterran history.
Yxevarii Auru'in (Grand Inquisitor of Obia'Syela)
Roleplay from Yao Ling Pryde
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Yao Ling stepped up to the confrontation with both hands raised to show she meant no harm.

She had joined the Inquisition long ago, but everyone knew she was of Daishi. She made no secret of it, and they had tolerated her presence in their midst.

She took one look at proceedings and nodded in agreement. Then she smiled and waved her right hand at them.

"I lost this hand to a portal circle that went... sideways," she said with that same smile. "Of course I also wore a ring of power on it, so, perhaps that had something to do with it."

"Portals can be immensely dangerous work, especially now. The magics rained down on Wudenkin changed something. Made them even more dangerous than before. Do not trifle with them. For they are quick to anger if you do not give them all due respect."
Yao Ling Pryde (Sophos of Nothoi)
Roleplay from Emilia Delamoire
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Shadows Cast

(Requested interrupt)

[Previous Private RP involving Polli - 5 hours 39 minutes ago ] 
...The remaining 9 archers I want placed in clear line of shot on any and all other rituals taking place in this city." she turned her attention back to Brictilda. 


As Yxevarii's units move in to interrupt Polli, three arrows streak through the sky, hitting the ground in front of the Inquisitor's Agents.

Lady Emilia holds up her hand, a silent motion to those hidden in perches overlooking the square.

"Grand Inquisitor Yxevarii, our pleasant discourse in the fields of Ircymbar shouldn't be mistaken for weakness." Emilia lowered her hand.

"As I said, I am escorting this woman, and as my troops are in escort of her, you will not be taking this women. Now, if you wish to address me as to what crime this woman committed I can have my scribes look over your complaint." Emila said evenly.

"I doubt you want to be the spark that lights the fire in Keffa, Grand Inquisitor," Emilia looks around at the onlookers, "it does seem ready to burn."

[Return to Yxevarii - IF accepting the interrupt - If not no problem. Lady Emilia would begrudgingly allow Yxevarii to detain Polli and would follow shortly behind]
Emilia Delamoire (Dame of Pel Mark)
Roleplay from Yxevarii Auru'in
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Yxevarii nods to Yao Ling, lips wrinkled in a grimace.

"Damn lucky that city didn't turn into a giant crater, or-"

Suddenly, three arrows streak through the sky, hitting the ground in front of the Inquisitor's Agents.

The Grand Inquisitor holds up a fist - ordering all supporting units to hold their position. "Hold!"

She then makes a handsign - pinky and forefinger slanted outward, with her thumb held over ring and middle. Wrist bent, fingers pointed downward.

A dozen arrows immediately ricochet off the paving stones surrounding the stand-off.

"Now, now. Using my own tactics against me? I like that. Lady Emilia, lets have a peaceful chat in the palace gardens - and not turn this into a massacre. Terrible way to start a festival..."

Though she lowers her crossbow and reaches out a palm to help Polli up off the ground, dozens of Yxevarii's infamous veteran snipers remain entrenched across countless rooftops - as they did one fateful day in Rines.

"Were an arrow to strike me, this bolt would punch clean through Polli's skull. Though that would end the threat of Polli completing this blasphemous, unlawful, and dangerous ritual, we'd both wind up disappointed."

"Surely you understand your unit is surrounded by the holy city's entire army, its militia, the local Ordos, multiple noble units, and give or take ten thousand angry peasants who would be set off in a murderous rage..."

She chuckles sardonically, knowing full-well the peasants are probably the most dangerous one of all, if only for their sheer numbers and utter ruthlessness.

"We can avoid all that and have a pleasant stroll, a chat, and some tea instead. My treat. What say you?"
Yxevarii Auru'in (Grand Inquisitor of Obia'Syela)
Roleplay from Emilia Delamoire
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
"Were an arrow to strike me, this bolt would punch clean through Polli's skull. Though that would end the threat of Polli completing this blasphemous, unlawful, and dangerous ritual, we'd both wind up disappointed."

"A risk, I was willing to take, Grand Inquisitor." Lady Emilia offered a polite smile that did not reach her eyes.

"If I spent my entire life quivering in my boots over a bunch of boys holding sticks, I'd little time left to enjoy the opportune tea."

Lady Emilia signals and her units relax their guard, but stay prevalent in protecting Polli and obscuring other's view of her in case an rogue archer let's loose. Five soldiers detach and walk behind Lady Emilia as she approaches the Grand Inquisitor either foolishly, or confidently, or both.

"A stroll it is then, bring your friend," she motions to Yao Ling, "I do like meeting new people."

As much as Emilia liked a tense verbal spar, she tread carefully as she knew she faced an opponent that outmatched her. Yet, to show anything but blind confidence was a slippery slope to both political and potential physical ruin.
Emilia Delamoire (Dame of Pel Mark)
Letter from Mulki Laraak
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Luto, You are in Obian lands, during an Obian ritual, partaking of Obian festival. What Nothoi has or has not done is irrelevant here.
Mulki Laraak (Commoner of Obia' Syela)
Murmuring Light

Indistinct, faint murmuring had been heard from within the column of light earlier, when all was quiet, and then forgotten in all the hubbub of visitors, drowned under the new noises.

But every so often, someone thinks they hear a garbled voice calling their name. Then, after listening a bit longer, and hearing nothing, write it off as the wind or an overactive imagination. Every once in awhile though, someone listens a bit closer, a bit longer, and nothing is ever heard clearly, but they think they hear something speaking...

Letter from Godfrey Greybrook
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Listening to the voices, Godfrey takes an goblet from his sachel, an holy symbol of his faith and continues to walk towards the mystical energy pronouncing:

"Oh Eternal Emperor, use this portal to provide us the strength humanity needs to smite the rogues that plague us and the non-believers whom seek to destroy us. Take my blood, which is always yours, as a mark of my commitment, as per the blood oath you took upon me."

Taking his knife, the Prophet took to the scar from the blood oath and allowed it to trickle into the Goblet, of which he then upheld towards the light as the voices became louder.
Godfrey Greybrook (Baron of Ippetimbal)
Letter from Luto
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Mulki Laraak,

What Nothoi has done is never irrelevant anywhere upon Beluaterra.

For Nothoi,
Luto (Adventurer)
Letter from Esdalot
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For Thalmarkin! For Mordok! For Mankind!
Esdalot (Adventurer)
Roleplaying Event

Dolores, followed by a great number of beasts, humans, and wagons, arrives in the open square by the column of light emanating from the Obeahan temple, and nearby palace. In one section of the square, a tense standoff is occurring, but Dolores pays it no mind.

Having played the harp upon approach, she concluds her mournful, yet beautiful, dirge, and begins sitting, singing a sad song, moving as if flowing in the wind or water, and drawing symbols in chalk around her. All around her, all that has been foraged from their journey is unloaded from the wagons and used to build what seems to be a...shrine?...in front of Dolores.

Roleplay from Jecht Tideweaver
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Off in the distance, cresting a hill, a large army bearing the banner of an unfamiliar crystal tree came into view. A small pack of horsemen lead scores of foot soldiers as they marched in orderly columns. Bright banners could be seen everywhere and there was so many bright colors from gold, to amber, to white exploding from various plumage of the soldiers. This army was not making any attempted to be discreet. The men held their heads high as they proudly marched towards the holy city within the forest. Their various armors were a stark contrast compared to those of northern and colder climates. Flexible, breathable, and lacking any fur or padding for warmth. The heavily plated footmen and horsemen positively radiated in the sun with their brightly polished plate.

At the front of the procession the was a tall and lean young man with long black hair and a nasty scar along the left side of his face. A long faintly glowing lance, a buckler that radiated light as bright as coals of a fire, and a plate armor that had glowing runes that seemed to constantly shift. A long elegant cape billowed behind him as he lead the large procession. There was a small but significant circlet upon his brow. This was the recently crowned young Emperor, Jecht Tideweaver, flanked by his Royal Chargers and followed closely by the brightly colored army.

The Shattered Vales have arrived.
Jecht Tideweaver (Emperor of Shattered Vales)
Roleplay from Gustav Kuriga
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Gustav turned his gaze to Yao Ling, the hint of recognition buried beneath the zealous fury that burned in them. "I am as I always have been since I turned my back on the Daimons and their heretical religion. Busy ensuring they do not have a path to this continent. Are you here to help me with this, or not?" He would then walk off intent on arriving where the portal stones had been set in place. He had no interest in rituals or those who sought to gain. He had seen far too often what happened when such things were allowed to run amok. He was going to walk into that portal and fight the damned things that had taken his arm in the first place.
Gustav Kuriga (Ambassador of Vordul Sanguinis)
Roleplay from Jecht Tideweaver
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The Vales procession had been met by some of the city guard and guided to a section of the city in which they could claim for the duration of their visit. Jecht, as well as some of his councilors, broke away from the main force and proceeded to the heart of the city to seek an audience with the Grandmistress.

Upon finding Grandmistress Saoirse, he opened his arms towards her in greeting.

"Ahh, Saoirse, my good friend. I have returned. This time I brought a few others with me. I am glad to see our ritual is bearing fruit" Jecht says as he makes a pointed look up at the pillar of light. Turning back to the Grandmistress.

"As Emperor of the Vale, I bring my army here as your ally, to ensure the safety of you and yours until the conclusion of this event. I have noticed bannermen of many other realms and know you have opened your borders, so I am sure you will not mind having a few extra arrows at your disposal. I shall ensure my nobles inform any guests you have within these walls that we will not tolerate any harm coming to the city. You can count on us in aiding you in keeping the peace, or putting down anyone who would choose to break it." said the man with a serious tone. "Hopefully, we can treat this as an opportunity to grow and maybe understand each other a little better."

"As a Captain Crusader of the Heralds, I have come to aid in any form that I may be of use. We have had our own "piper", so I've heard them called. A woman named Dolores. She seems genuine enough, and is whom I shall seek out once we have parted ways." continued the Emperor of the Vales.

Additionally, since I departed from the initial portion of the ritual, I have found a man who was able to repair your generous gift in full." Jecht said while indicating his plate mail. The shifting glowing runes were rapidly changing in pattern, but seemed to be painted on the muscular yet lean man's build.

"The Cruel Plate Mail of Grehk has been fully repaired and resized to fit me. It was, uh, initially a little large in the chest area." Jecht coughed a little uncomfortably only to chuckle a bit to cover it up. "If there is aught you need from me Grandmistress, you need only ask. That is what allies are for, double bonded by our shared faith" finished the man.

(OOC: Jecht will pause here for further interaction with Saoirse, however, I will be writing a RP that comes AFTER this conversation.)
Jecht Tideweaver (Emperor of Shattered Vales)
Roleplay from Jecht Tideweaver
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After his visit with the Grandmistress, one of Jecht's runners returned. He had found the mysterious Dolores's location. She had a large gathering of beasts, humans, and wagons at a square near the pillar. As he approached he heard the sound of her voice as she sang a sad song. He did not know what it meant but his instincts continued to scream that he needed to aid the woman. Since her mysterious arrival just a few sunrises ago she seemed to have the Vale's interests at heart, and the way she had sway over the natural things that lived in the Vales gave Jecht a natural inclination to trust her.

"Haldred," Jecht ordered his captain "send a runner to the temple and inform our allies I shall be here. Send a second runner to Imperator Arjan and inform him I want this square heavily guarded. None are to interfere with Dolores or myself save for the Grandmistress, Lady Chamberlian, Lord Blint, or Inquisitor Yxevarii."

"As you command my lord" replied the captain, as he issued orders to two of his fastest riders.

Jecht gracefully dismounted his mare his hair swinging as he did so and he heard some nervous giggles from women in the crowd. He loved his mare, she was the very steed he had ridden in his past two championship jousting bouts. She was a gorgeous midnight black and she lovingly nudged her rider as he stepped forward. He proceeded to the makeshift shrine, the crowds departing before the royal. The woman was singing. There was a comfortable neutral zone where none had dared to enter while she worked. Jecht proceeded forward, crossing its imaginary lines and spoke.

"I have arrived Lady Dolores. How may I assist."

Jecht proceeded to reveal his own magical scrolls to present to the woman while he waited for her to acknowledge him.
Jecht Tideweaver (Emperor of Shattered Vales)
Roleplay from Valian Stone Daubeny
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Valian entered the city leading a shambling line of wounded men, the Riot Guard has been beaten.

The men filed off to go to Healing Houses and Valian mumbled a quick prayer for the Goddess to watch over his men.

He looked and offered a smile to Vivian “My thanks, for the help with Elizabeth and for the company, I hope you will be safe here now, I am headed to the Temple, I am meeting the Grand Mistress there if you are also headed that way I could escort you.”
Valian Stone Daubeny (Knight of Ossmat)
Roleplay from Polli
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With the confrontation, and threats to her life, occurring around her, to the point of loosed arrows, Polli maintained her focus, as if she didn't notice, or at least appear to have noticed. Two ultimatums to cease were given, and ignoring both, she continued intoning and drawing.

Crunch, as a piece of chalk left in a vital location was crushed.

Polli puked everywhere, in simultaneous motion to the crunch. A sudden breeze also blew through the square at that moment, then faded back away. Her vomit obscured numerous chalk drawings, and she had ceased to intone the enchanting words. An angry shout, "Damn Obeah!" pierced the air.

A feeling of unconscious disappointment pervaded everyone's emotions in the square, despite anyone's particular conscious thoughts.

Undaunted, though frustrated, Polli sighed, took a knife, sliced a long cut along her arm, and began drawing in blood.
Polli (Adventurer)
Roleplay from Valian Stone Daubeny
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Valian entered the city leading a shambling line of wounded men, the Riot Guard has been beaten.

The men filed off to go to Healing Houses and Valian mumbled a quick prayer for the Goddess to watch over his men.

He looked and offered a smile to Vivian “My thanks, for the help with Elizabeth and for the company, I hope you will be safe here now, I am headed to the Temple, I am meeting the Grand Mistress there if you are also headed that way I could escort you.”
Valian Stone Daubeny (Knight of Ossmat)
Roleplay from Emilia Delamoire
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Valian was immediately halted by the 20 sentried units under command of Lady Emilia that surrounded Polli. "Stay back, this woman is guest of Lady Emilia, just as the Grand Inquisitor will not lay a hand on her, nor will you, Sir." The guard's indicated, not allowing Valian through.
Emilia Delamoire (Dame of Pel Mark)
Roleplay from Yxevarii Auru'in
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(OOC: This is getting hard to keep track of, lol)

Thyne Shrubbery Assaulted!

A pair of Inquisitors watch warily as Dolores and her band of misfits finish looting Keffa. They've followed behind long enough to witness the theft of private and public property a dozen times over; including some bits that are pricelessly irreplaceable like exotic flowers or other bobs brought from other continents by immigrants such as Grand Chancellor Antonia's former seafarers. When they proceed to use their many stolen, if utterly eccentric and otherwise useless, goods to partake of some ritual, the Inquisitors call for backup and move in to make the arrest.

The lead Inquisitor makes a secret sign, one of impending danger, silently informing nearby allies that trouble is brewing.

A nearby Templar joins the fray after seeing the signs of a potential ritual, sending his partner off to find their commanding officer. Presumably they're watching the aftermath of the other ritual's sordid stand-off, now seemingly defused.

"You! Come with me!" While the Templar moves in to commandeer the cart and hold its contents hostage, the Inquisitors walk up and roughly grab the Piper.

"Halt! You're under arrest for theft of private and public property, as well as illegal public ritualistic assembly!"

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Shadows Cast: Of Blooded Chalk

As they begin to walk away, Grand Inquisitor Yxevarii's smile turns into a snarl when Polli loudly curses Obiah, draws a blade, and renews her efforts at producing ritualistic effect. Many in the watching crowds gasp in horror, with cries of "Blasphemy!" and "Heretic!" booming loud from every direction. With no time to spare, she leaves her companions and charges full-speed toward Polli, sending peasants reeling in every direction. One should never stand in the way of a Grand Inquisitor on the rampage, as one particular peasant with a freshly-broken rib has drunkenly forgotten.

"HERESY! BLOOD MAGIC! SEIZE THEM!"

Yxevarii screams at the top of her lungs, not even bothering to brandish her weapons. Simply, mindlessly, utterly intent on ramming Polli right off their feet - knocking wind from lungs and blade from hand.

(OOC: Is Polli male or female?)
Yxevarii Auru'in (Grand Inquisitor of Obia'Syela)
Roleplay from Mulki Laraak
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Mulki walks over to Dolores and picks up a pretty flower, asking, "Hi! Am Mulki, wha's your name? This flower real pretty! Can Mulki have?" She smiles dumbly, clearly not all that right in the head, but with a well-meaning heart of gold.
Mulki Laraak (Commoner of Obia'Syela)
Roleplay from Kristina Chamberlain
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Keffa was Obeahs Holy City, thousands of the faithful were mingling with the unaccustomed visitors from other realms and Soothsayers.

Even within the ritual chamber Kristina heard swiftly of the shouts of the wretched Polli in damnation of Obeah. Within a pious city like Keffa it was a wonder the peasants themselves did not rip her limb from limb for such blasphemy.

She caled out to one of the Inquisitorial guard who had been the picture of vigilance since she returned to the city: "Franklin, tell your Mistress to have the Soothsayer Polli hanged from the walls before the wretched woman causes a riot."
Kristina Chamberlain (Baroness of Zwering, Priestess of Heralds of Obeah)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver
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A fork full of rice pauses halfway to Nerta’s mouth as Jacinda drops into the chair across from her with a clank. As the server is flagged down, Nerta finishes her bite with a mumble, “All cities are mad houses, this one is just more honest about it. I like it.” Cleaning away scattered rice from her shirt she adds, “And the Old Man wants to take a closer look at this light show. He’s worried, and I quote, ‘Barbarians are messing with things they don’t understand, again.’ He then starts muttering something about the 3rd invasion, Valhus and portents of doom. Standard Old Man talk..”

If the specter takes offense to this there’s no sign, but there is a new arrival. The man was dressed in a patchwork of brightly coloured yet rough material that brought to mind a jester more than the vivacious and richly dressed Keffans. With hands folded before him the stranger’s posture was both stiff and relaxed, “Pardon me. You are Nerta; Foederati of Ar Agyr?”

The rich accent and clipped words were so unlike the Keffans, but though it was warm and inviting, the sharp revelation of her origin set Nerta on edge. “Let me guess, Maurice.” The man smiles, too broadly, and offers a little bow revealing a lute slung across his back, "I am. One told me you preferred speech over the pen. Now what would you have me do? I need Ar Agyr's direction on what is best. Ritual or Kill? The Ar Agyr that is here, in Keffa. That is you."

Having recognized Jacinda's Agyrian dress and companionship with Nerta, Maurice turned towards her, "And you."

Sharing a glance with Jacinda, Nerta gestures with her fork, “I would start by having you provide answers. Who… sent you, and what can you tell us about the ritual. Right. And who are you trying to kill?”

As the Old Man suggests that final question, Maurice begins to thoughtlessly hum a tune in time with the specter’s normally silent words. It causes Nerta to pause and narrow her eyes. This man is…. oddly familiar.

"Keffa called to me,” the man waves vaguely, “to welcome It to Ar Agyr. The ritual is to welcome It into Ar Agyr and I would lead it, with Ar Agyr's support. I am not trying to kill anyone, but the Others will try to take It from Ar Agyr, so we, the Ar Agyr in Keffa, should choose whether I should begin the ritual or kill some Others first. We need at least Two Others alive to complete the rituals."

“Others…” Nerta’s words draw out as pieces start to click together, “like…. you. Others who receive dreams, speak with the dead, hear strange sounds. Others who are tugged about by unseen forces. Others who are Blooded, who are touched by the Ice Queen. Her Augurs.”

Eyes widening, Nerta’s dropped fork bounces atop the table as she turns to Jacinda, “Did Jetta come with you? If she’s here, she’s in danger. Especially if these barbarians start trying to murder Blooded to stop rituals of theft.”

Looking around the cheerful bazaar filled with laughter and colour, Nerta runs a hand through her hair and hunches over the table, “The Old Man was right, this is a nightmare. These kingdoms barely get along as it is, but a mysterious power that can be stolen away and hoarded by only a few? It's a loaded crossbow in the centre of the room. This city will be painted in blood as each tries to steal this Obian ritual or thwart their rivals...”

Exhaling sharply the woman’s eyes are hard, “Maurice, you must know. Can this not be averted? Can we stop the slaughter, stop the rituals? These people do not deserve it.”
Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)