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As the burning fires both fed and devoured her she imagined once again how it would be to enter the column of light... | As the burning fires both fed and devoured her she imagined once again how it would be to enter the column of light... | ||
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+ | |Content=Somewhere deep within the dungeons of Keffa sat a thin man with hair of such light platinum blonde that it looked nearly silver. A strong jaw line and high cheekbones made his alabaster face appear almost carved from marble. | ||
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+ | Set symmetrically on either side of a thin bridged nose, were eyes which too were so light a shade of grey they also appeared silver. | ||
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+ | And in those eyes, chaos swirled. | ||
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+ | With fingers curled as if in extreme pain he clutched at his head, screaming at the top of his lungs in his dungeon cell.. a cell so deep and so far back that it was meant only for the truly lost causes, horrible criminals, and the insane. | ||
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+ | Angyll was all three. | ||
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+ | The humming sound tore into his psyche, the madness on the streets bled through the sewers and stone into the dungeon beneath. And so terrible was Angyll's blood curdling scream that soon a guard could be heard running down the hall with "THUD THUD THUD" of metal boots. | ||
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+ | "Quiet in there!" the frustrated guard said, clearly angry at being at such a post with so much going on outside. | ||
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+ | Angyll screamed all the louder, clawing at the wall and slamming his head into the stone, his head careening back with blood spraying into the air. | ||
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+ | "What in the!" the guard shouted in surprise, fussing with a ring of keys at his hip, finally finding the right one as Angyll fell onto his back in the cell. | ||
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+ | The iron door creaked open and the guard rushed in, reaching for a black cudgel at his hip to beat this man into quiet. | ||
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+ | Angyll's eyes snapped open again after the daze of smacking his head on the stone, and launched in almost inhuman capacity from the ground. Within seconds, he was on the guard like maggots on a corpse, clawing, biting, hitting. | ||
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+ | As the guard fell backward off balance, he hit the ground beneath the madman. Angyll grabbed the open faced helmet in both hands and slammed it over and over and over again into the ground. "CLANG CLANG CLANG". | ||
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+ | When he was done.. the head within was caved in, the look of shock and horror locked into the dead guard's face. | ||
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+ | "High, Low, High Low, over the dead guard I must go." Angyll chimed in a sing song voice as he stripped the keys from the belt. | ||
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+ | "What should we do with you silly mortal," he asked himself as he walked down the hallway with a big smile on his face, the silver eyes aswirl. | ||
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+ | "What a silly question for a silly mortal, of course of course, we go to the portal!" | ||
+ | |Title= Commoner of Obia'Syela | ||
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+ | |Content="I must be a bloody fool for getting involved in this nonsense a second time," Moira offered her hand to Reia, helping the former paladin pull herself onto the temple parapet from the neighbouring guard barracks. It had taken considerable stealth and ingenuity to slip thus far into the temple complex without being seen, but for the woman who in her youth had established the Fontan Bureau of Irregular Warfare such feats of infiltration came naturally. | ||
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+ | "The Queen commands," for a moment her companion doubled over, panting to catch her breath, "and we obey." | ||
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+ | "Aye, well if Aibhlidhn were just my Queen she could get someone else to do this. You know how I feel about sorcery," Moira lifted the flap on her satchel, counting the egg-like stones within to ensure they were all present. | ||
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+ | "And I know how you feel about family," Reia took a sip from her water flask and offered it to her companion, not needing to go further with the allusion. | ||
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+ | The two women bore the signs of many adventures, tempered like fine steel on the anvil of adversity. Reia's grey braids were dressed with ribbons and feathers, her body clothed in thick hides and strung with talismans of Darton and the other saints of The Flow, her frame drawn by age and an aesthete's diet. She'd long since foresworn battle for the life of a healer and bore no weapons, not even a staff or rod to support her. | ||
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+ | Moira was a stark contrast, the raven tresses of the former Supreme Justice of Fontan barely touched by winter frost despite her long and eventful life, her face at once enticing and devastating, smooth and irresistable as the ocean ice. When she smiled it was breathtaking like the summer sun reflecting from the ice fields of the far north. Her armour was a motley of leather straps and silken cloth, drakeskin and silksteel from the unforgiving volcanic peaks of the Nightscree, and she was armed with sword and axe and knife and bow. Weapons proofed against Elf and Man, Troll and Revenant, Zuma and Daemon. Heirlooms ensorcelled by her legend. | ||
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+ | "This probably won't work," Moira stoppered the canteen, tossing it back to Reia, and began making her way across the jumbled architecture of the Temple of Obiah, it's massive bulk concealing them from view below. They'd reach their destination, the centre of the circle of light, without any awkward interference. | ||
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+ | "It worked in Gethsemene," Reia didn't sound entirely convinced, though none could deny the portal had been closed. | ||
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+ | "Did it? Was it the stones which did the job, or all that goat filth Bloodscreamer Thesseus dumped in the portal?" the memory of that stink remained with them both even after so many years had passed. "Were I a Lord of the Nether I'd have shut the portal just to put an end to the stink!" | ||
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+ | They shared a hearty laugh, the kind common to warriors who know only luck has kept them alive so long. | ||
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+ | "Aye, well. We're a long way from home M'lady," there was a resigned tone in Reia's voice. A recognition that home in the strictest sense no longer existed. | ||
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+ | "I'm painfully aware of that," they reached the pinnacle of the dome and set about the serious task of laying the portal stones in the correct alignments. Of all the magics practiced this was by far the most dangerous, seeking to close a portal to the High Firmament. Moira had never really paid much attention to the deeper mysteries of her faith, relying on Reia's knowledge when needed, but she knew enough to understand that beyond the safety of the ethereal roads lay the fiery abode of the Daemons and only a portal could reliably reach these. Whilst the paladin was an acolyte and by the standards of these later ages an adept, her wisdom was that of an infant compared to a matured Balancewalker. A single mistake in the alignments and they may not draw breath to regret it. | ||
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+ | Not for the first time in their travels, Moira longed for the company of her sister Brigdha. Still, if the alignments were true and the tides of the Flow favourable, they might yet seal the portal. | ||
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+ | Of course what Moira didn't know - indeed what very few even suspected - was that there was another closer to hand who waxed stronger in the ancient arts with every passing moon... | ||
+ | |Title= Commoner of Ar Agyr | ||
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+ | |Content="I knew Brigdha.... she had the good sense to fear me a little, a shame one who shares her stench does not share her wisdom..." Kristina's skin waxed a similar gold to her eyes, the barely contained energies she had absorbed giving her skin a glow like a wax doll in the firelight. | ||
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+ | She stepped from the doorway to confront the two women. "A little old to be scurrying on rooftops don't you think?" Her body felt weightless, like she was walking on air, sure-footed and more secure in her sense of self than she had been for years. | ||
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+ | "What you are thinking is pure folly... understand a ritual before you would seek to disrupt it." She sighed, "the column is not strictly a portal, more intact it is a prison, trapping the will, the intent and indeed the magic of sixteen others.... you would truly wish to remove such a guard?" | ||
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+ | The wind caught at her hair, sending golden bolts along the ends lifting gently around her shoulders. | ||
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+ | "These good gentlemen have watched your progress with interest... she listened to the air a second... Moira?... yes Moira... you now face a choice. Every ritual needs an insurance plan... your presence and those stones can be such a plan... or you can attempt to set your circle now.... and we shall see if you are faster than a crossbow bolt." | ||
+ | |Title= Baroness of Zwering, Priestess of Obeah | ||
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+ | |Content="Then you didn't know my sister that well," Moira casually rested her palm on the pommel of Lannceann MacTiré, unimpressed by the power radiating from the woman before her, "So what's a maunt doing amongst these children?" | ||
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+ | "Now probably isn't the time to stand about chatting," Reia tugged at Moira's sleeve, exasperation clear in her voice at the thought of battle as a sharp whine emerged from the fresh-placed stones. | ||
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+ | "My companion makes a good point," Moira looked at the now pulsing circle of spinning stones, and as she did a column of light erupted from them, pulsing in counterbeat to that emerging from the temple chamber beneath, "the stones are set for good or ill and there's nought either of us can do to influence that." | ||
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+ | The guardsman, already on edge from the proceedings below, were now visibly shaken and Moira doubted their crossbows would hit much they aimed for. A maunt though. What next? Haktoo? It was an idle thought, but mayhap there was more to this encounter than Moira had at first thought... | ||
+ | |Title= Commoner of Ar Agyr | ||
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+ | | colspan=5 | '''Strange Lights''' | ||
+ | A column of light shoots up into the sky from somewhere in Keffa, and there is a strange humming sound. Beasts behave bizarrely. Nothing else seems to happen...for now. | ||
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+ | |Content="You arrogant fool...." | ||
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+ | The thrum of the stones produced a shade of the column already set by the ritual and as she watched the second column was pulled inexorably to the first, its power being absorbed. | ||
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+ | "Controlling the column is difficult enough... this... this just makes everything worse. By Obeah, Moira... you understand the Flow better even than I. Look at it... I mean really look... this isn't a portal in any conventional way... what if you have just made a Daimon bridge and we have Jactosh taking control of the column? " | ||
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+ | She had no way of converting so much energy, though the temptation to ensure a stable bridge from the new column to the old was strong... equally strong was the temptation to disrupt the circle, though how she would achieve this she wasn't sure. She could only hope that the second circle would fail, anything else carried a higher potential for disaster than anything. | ||
+ | |Title= Baroness of Zwering, Priestess of Obeah | ||
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+ | |Content="The arrogance is in thinking a mortal can master such energies," Moira stood her ground, "when only the Hand knows which way the Balance tilts. If it be time for the Daemons to once more Invade then your dabblings alone will have been sufficient to open their way, and if not then all the portal stones in creation could be set and still it'd make no difference." | ||
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+ | "Honestly Moira, we haven't got time for this!" Reia was counting the rhythm of the stones, certain that at any moment they'd reach a critical crescendo. | ||
+ | |Title= Commoner of Ar Agyr | ||
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+ | |Sender=Lambert of Arescod | ||
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+ | |Content=Mounted atop his destrier he oversaw these rituals that were happening under the Obia'syelians. He had not witnessed the great daemon invasions, he was simply too young for that. But his father had, and he'd grown up knowing that they could come at any moment. Father had been good at hiding them from the slaughter, but he made sure that he'd never see his sons or daughters see it happen again. To see this ... It was strange, to say the best. He expected it was not an event that happened here in Keffa that happened too often. He hardly believes it had happened at all, at least not eversince the last daemon invasion. But he wasn't sure. He needed to see someone almost twice his age to confirm that. He chewed on his moustache while seeing Fulco's men die. | ||
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+ | "He has the idea that we're summoning daemons." He said to his captain. Captain Reinolt replied with a shrug. It was not his duty, so he frankly did not care. "Pointless. But also not entirely untrue. It may very well be that we are indeed summoning them. Or making it easier for them to be summoned. Or the opposite." Captain Reinolt shrugged again, to which Lambert chuckled halfheartedly. "Let's hope this does not summon them." | ||
+ | |Title=Margrave of Lastfell | ||
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+ | |Sender=Timsen Quasath | ||
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+ | |Content=As Timsen entered the city of Keffa he was welcomed by noise, lights, and general chaos. Quickly ordering his Slingers to peacebond their autobows, before the press of the crowd triggered violence, Timsen also ordered them to stay close and watch each other. In this mass of people there would be definitely be spies, thieves, murderers and more. It would be tragic if any of his troops were shanked in the throng and left behind. | ||
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+ | As one mob of their own, Timsen and his troops squeezed into the streets and took in the sights. The marvels of Keffa were almost lost in the dust and impromptu shelters built by people denied a room in the overcrowded inns. As much as Timsen wanted to explore, though, there was the more pressing matter of the lights. So, like almost every other noble here, he pushed towards the event. | ||
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+ | As he got closer, Timsen could hear his name whispered on the wind. Memories of daimons and their temptations to mortals came to his mind, and Timsen frowned. If everyone here could hear the voices, someone will be tempted. | ||
+ | |Title=Duke of Providence, Margrave of Vozzessdor | ||
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+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
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+ | |Sender=Jecht Tideweaver | ||
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+ | |Content= The Emperor held Grandmistress' gaze. There had been some chemistry between the two for some time. Sparks had flown on his last journey to Keffa between the two, but Jecht had suppressed the urge to act out of courtesy to her station. | ||
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+ | Her invitation was not unwelcome. | ||
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+ | He returned her wicked grin. | ||
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+ | "I would certainly be available for some ...exploring. I look forward to the evening." | ||
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+ | He took her hand and planted a kiss on it. A courting custom of the south. Then flashed her a dazzling smile before taking his leave to seek out his piper. | ||
+ | |Title= Emperor of Shattered Vales | ||
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+ | |Content=Yao Ling watched the column of light shift and undulate from atop the walls of the Temple of Daishi with the eyes of a woman who had seen such things many times in her years. | ||
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+ | She had even been here in Keffa the last time it happened here. It was interesting. So much of Keffa was the same now as it had been then. But other parts were different. | ||
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+ | Where the Obian temple now stood had been a crater then. Holding Daimons reportedly tamed by some otherworldly magic. Whatever the truth of that, they had stood silently as she approached the woman in the center of that crater. The founder of the religion who now sought to... what? | ||
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+ | Repeat that? Reverse it? Do something different? | ||
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+ | Yao Ling could not tell. There were many competing forces at work here. Even from within Obia. | ||
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+ | The first was easy to see. The second competing push was there as well, winding around the first. A third? Maybe a fourth? Other magical attempts to change or break it popped up from all over Keffa. Some melded with it. Others fizzled out. Some met opposition. | ||
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+ | Keffa was filled with magic in a way Yao Ling had not seen in years. Decades? Longer? | ||
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+ | Keffa of course. Wudenkin, when the magics rained down so heavily they changed the very nature of magic everywhere. Reeds during the last Daimon Invasion when the power of magic literally erased them. And her hand. Before rebuilding it and giving an old woman the amazing young body she had now. Creasur, when the power of the gods shone from the Daishi and she harnessed that power to attack the Daimons again and again. | ||
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+ | The magic flowed and intertwined here in ways that were... amazing. | ||
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+ | Not entirely unprecedented, but certainly... amazing. | ||
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+ | Yao Ling watched a line of large rats travel through the square, avoiding the legs of soldiers holding back those who were not allowed in. She wondered where they were going. | ||
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+ | She hoped, whatever happened in Keffa, that the consecrations the lesser priests continued to perform even now inside the Temple of Daishi would hold. Would be enough. Or would not be needed at all. | ||
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+ | That would be for the best, really. | ||
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+ | She fingered the scrolls in her possession. She had brought many with her when it became time to make the journey. Scrolls of power. Some specifically designed to fight daimons wherever they appeared. | ||
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+ | Others of more... interesting lineage. One she had kept for years, holding against the day when its magic would be required. She hoped now would not be the time she would need it. | ||
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+ | Miracles from the gods were not something to call on when not needed. They did not always work the way you wanted them to, after all. | ||
+ | |Title= Sophos of Nothoi | ||
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+ | |Sender=Saoirse MacArbin | ||
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+ | |Content=Saoirse's grin stayed for a moment, before the shouts and screams from outside and a new humming sound broke through the moment. As Jecht made his way to his own people, she made her way to hers, finding Alberich's banner easily enough in the incipient melee around a Vordulian banner that she did not recognize. By the time she made it out of the temple itself, the brief battle with one of the Vordulians was finished, but another banner still stood in a standoff. | ||
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+ | Her voice rang out. | ||
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+ | "Nobles of Vordul, your Blood Regent has agreed to peace and our terms! Stand down, and we can work in peace for this day." | ||
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+ | Alberich quickly rode to her as she mounted her own horse, speaking quickly and closely. Saoirse's face grew dark. | ||
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+ | "This Polli who blasphemed against the Veiled Goddess will be cast out from Keffa and forbidden from its sacred environs on pain of death. If this ritual ceases, now, and no further blasphemy is offered, that will be all. Any further actions, however, will result in the sentence of death being delivered immediately." | ||
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+ | She lifted her lance, the violet tip matching the armour of the Grandmistress, and her troops moved to meet up with the approaching Grand Templar's forces, and any other Obian or Valesfolk in the area. | ||
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+ | "Stand down, and there need be no other deaths this day." | ||
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+ | She could see another column of light from the corner of her eye, but whatever that was would have to be tended to by others, at least for the moment. | ||
+ | |Title= Grandmistress of Obia'Syela, Duchess of Amen Obeah | ||
+ | }} | ||
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+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
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+ | |Content=Lady Emilia stepped out from the wall of troops that stood in a protective formation around Polli. | ||
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+ | Defiantly standing before the Grand Mistress, she responded. | ||
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+ | "The Blood Regent has agreed to peace, not your right to execute one in my company." | ||
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+ | Emilia pointed toward the pillar of light in accusation. | ||
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+ | "I think we have bigger things to worry about, like the damned pillar of light shooting into the sky from the center of OBIAN lands, not Vordulian." The short woman shouted so her voice would carry to those in the square. | ||
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+ | "I promise you that I had no part in Lord Gustav's madness, and my troops have not laid a single blow while defending against your attempts to apprehend this poor troubled woman." Emilia bluffed, laying down her short sword on the ground and holding up her hands. | ||
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+ | "Now let's everyone just calm down and focus on what portal you are about to open into this world, and more importantly, what will be coming out of that portal." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Lady Emilia awaited a response, ready to step back within the human barrier if necessary. Her archers poised and at the ready, they would fall, but not before bringing a fair share of people with them. | ||
+ | |Title= Dame of Pel Mark | ||
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+ | |Sender=Valian Stone Daubeny | ||
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+ | |Content=Valian and his men backed off from the Vordulians, forming around them shields and glaives ready. | ||
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+ | When Valian heard Saoirse’s command he walked over and knelt before her, his men forming up behind him and joining him in kneeling. | ||
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+ | “What is your order, Mistress.” | ||
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+ | Valian looked nervously to the coffeehouse that he saw Elizabeth run to. | ||
+ | |||
+ | “May I ask for permission to retrieve Elizabeth and Viviane.” | ||
+ | |Title= Knight of Ossmat | ||
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+ | |Content=Saoirse looked to Valian first. | ||
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+ | "Go, get them to the temple, and guard the approach." | ||
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+ | Then back to the Vordulian noble, trusting that Vahanian needed nothing from her. | ||
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+ | "I certainly have the right to expel anyone I so choose, Sanguinian. And so does the Duke here. The pillar is our affair, and while those who wish to observe are welcome to do so, interference will not be brooked. Stand aside." | ||
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+ | She gave the signal to advance, spears pointed into the air rather than leveled, straight at Polli. If any got in their way, then so be it. | ||
+ | |Title= Grandmistress of Obia'Syela, Duchess of Amen Obeah | ||
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+ | |Content=The guards stand closer to the circle where Polli remains on her hands and knees. Emilia is joined by her Captain who holds a shield out protectively. | ||
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+ | "HOLD MEN!" Emilia shouted to her troops, who tightened ranks as she stepped back within them. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "If they want to see a blood ritual, let's give them one. Everyone of you, encase the circle, if you die may your blood join in that Eternal. May your blood join with this circle of power!" | ||
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+ | Shadow's Blight remained in a tight circle with bows leveled. From windows and roof tops her snipers watch in anticipating, ready to fire on their targets. | ||
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+ | The troops will not fire unless struck first. | ||
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+ | (OOC - should we pause eventually to allow Polli to respond? A lot has happened since her last RP.) | ||
+ | |Title= Dame of Pel Mark | ||
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+ | | | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |{{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width= | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Yao Ling Pryde | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
+ | |Content=The column of light changed colors again, the magic shifted once more, another voice on the wind called her name, and Yao Ling blinked. | ||
+ | |||
+ | She shifted her attention to square below her and watched the Obian and Vordul troops standing off against each other. | ||
+ | |||
+ | She considered interfering for a moment, but the dies of fighting with weapons like that were long gone to her. She was a priestess. She fought with words and ideas now. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Vorduls had long since made it clear they would not listen to her, and their campaign to destroy the Temples of Daishi, consecrated bastions against the threat of the Daimons, made their intentions towards her and her people even more clear. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Yao Ling shook her head. They had chosen their path. | ||
+ | |||
+ | She could do nothing for them at this time. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Yao Ling returned her attention to the glowing pillar and the magics roiling within it. | ||
+ | |Title= Sophos of Nothoi | ||
+ | }} | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |{{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width= | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Osgar Dacara | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
+ | |Content=Osgar finally arrived in the city and it was swarming with people. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Much to his excitement, the bars were also open. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Not paying attention to any strange happenings or the pretty obvious light beam, he decided to rest in the nearest pub. | ||
+ | |||
+ | His men and himself got comfortable until one finally dared to ask the question that was on everyone's mind the entire trip | ||
+ | "Sir, why are we here exactly, if not for crushing in some skulls?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | Osgar pointed at a well curved bar maid who brought everyone some ale. Before taking his first sip, he mumbled: | ||
+ | "Who knows. Shut up and drink." | ||
+ | |Title= Margrave of Sandefur | ||
+ | }} | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |{{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width= | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Betty | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
+ | |Content=Betty could not enter the square that dominated the center of Keffa. There were guards and soldiers and other armed men stopping people from entering. | ||
+ | |||
+ | She had not been to Keffa before, so did not know her way around well. | ||
+ | |||
+ | But then something caught her eye. A pack of wolves walked through the crowd as gentle as puppies. Her mistress had told her to mind the animals when she ordered Betty to Keffa. So Betty minded the wolves and followed them through the back streets of Keffa. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The pack walked up to a gate after several minutes and stopped. The pack leader turned to Betty with an expectant look. Betty raised a questioning eyebrow at the wolf, and then looked to the gate again. That was when she noticed the symbol of Daishi atop the gate. The tiny mechanical god looked out over the back street and Betty smiled before knocking on the gate. | ||
+ | |||
+ | It opened shortly and she showed her badge of office to the acolyte inside. The young man opened the gate wide then, and Betty strode into the consecrated confines of the Temple of Daishi in Keffa. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The wolves padded in with her and licked their lips expectantly, gazes shifting between Betty and the acolyte. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Make sure they get the best cuts," Betty and patted the head of the pack leader. "They have performed a valuable service today." | ||
+ | |||
+ | The acolyte shrugged after shutting the gate and motioned for the wolves to follow him. Which they did without hesitation. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Betty shook her head in amusement and made her way to the front of the temple. She arrived atop the wall mere minutes later, and stopped next to her mistress. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "You have arrived, I see," Yao Ling said as her eyes continued to scan the action in the square. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Yes, Mistress," Betty answered and followed her gaze. It was... complicated down there. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Did you bring what I asked?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Yes, Mistress," Betty said and opened her scroll pouch to reveal the bundle of powerful items inside. "If any Daimons come through here, they will not enjoy the experience." | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Good," Yao Ling said and frowned at everything taking place beyond the walls of their temple. "Now I need you to do something else for me." | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Yes, Mistress," Betty returned. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "There may be a time ahead where great and terrible deeds will be required. They could demand a great cost of all involved." | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Yes, Mistress." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Yao Ling smiled at her for a moment. Then the High Priestess of Daishi turned back to the square ahead of them. "If matters go badly for me, you must run." | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Y... Mistress?" Betty asked in confusion. Her place was here. Right here. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Yao Ling set her jaw. "We all are called to the Great Death sooner or later. My calling has been delayed for a very long time. Should it come here, you will return to the lands of Nothoi." | ||
+ | |||
+ | "I... should stay with you, Mistress," Betty said with conviction. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Your willingness to do so is why you should go," Yao Ling returned with a smile. "I don't know what path Daishi will choose whenever I leave. But it would do me good to see someone in the family still there to advise them." | ||
+ | |||
+ | "I... yes, Mistress," Betty said. Not that the nobility generally accepted that people of her current station were family. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Your father was one of my best friends in all the world," Yao Ling whispered. "Having you here... now... is good." | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Yes, Mistress." | ||
+ | |||
+ | "And would you cut that 'Mistress' crap, out?" Yao Ling said in exasperation. "There's no one here we need to deceive." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Betty gave the aunt who had always seemed more like a cousin than an adult role model an impish grin. "Only if you insist." | ||
+ | |Title= Commoner of Nothoi | ||
+ | }} | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |{{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width= | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Vahanian Blint | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
+ | |Content=Vahanian, mounted atop his destrier, marched his unit of soldiers into the center of the Keffan square, none too gently barging his way through the crowd and shooting a murderous glance at those who looked to be about to complain. "ENOUGH!" he commanded. His soldiers fanned out, weapons at the ready, eyeing the Vordul troops. "You will not work your blood magics, nor protect those who seek to taint this Holy Site, not in my city! Stand down your troops and cease all your blood magics! You are here by invitation in Obian lands, where Obian law rules. Hand over the blasphemer. There is no need for further loss of life, but do not force our hand." | ||
+ | |||
+ | He drew his sword, riding next to the Grandmistress and the other assembled Obian troops. His jaw set, and eyes scanning the opposing forces. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Vahanian's eyes flicked over to where Valian was kneeling before the Grandmistress. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Get up, you fool." he muttered just loud enough for Saoirse and Valian to hear him. | ||
+ | |Title= Grand Templar of Obia'Syela, Duke of Amen Keffa, Margrave of Keffa | ||
+ | }} | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |{{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width= | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Moira | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
+ | |Content="If this is where I meet my end, then so be it," Moira smiled at her companion, "You've been a true friend Reia these many years, hunting the enemies of man, dispensing honest justice. Darton is surely as proud of your faithfulness as am I." | ||
+ | |||
+ | "I...I...," the paladin's eyes were watery pools, her forehead creased with concern as she struggled for words, "Mistress! I would not be parted from you!" | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Sister, when I swore the Daishi oath I did so in earnest," the former Supreme Justice turned her attention back to the Oran sorceress, "And no power of heaven or hell will loose me from this duty. Now Go! Be swift! Tell our Queen what transpired here!" | ||
+ | |||
+ | With a sudden look of horror the healer fled, a half-dozen quarrels skidding impotently against the stonework as she retraced their ascent and disappeared into the temple complex below. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Well M'lady, what now?" | ||
+ | |Title= Commoner of Ar Agyr | ||
+ | }} | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |{{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width= | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Timsen Quasath | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
+ | |Content=Again the air thrummed with power, only to once again shatter, scatter and fade. Timsen shivered as the uncontrolled magics swirled around him. He had cast enough scrolls to know that someone was failing their castings an awful lot. Regardless of the true intent of the magic, the chaotic release of failed castings will certainly have an impact on other magics around, namely the pillars of light. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Timsen gently touched the folio with his own scrolls, hidden under his clothes. Realizing with a start that he was caressing the scrolls, Timsen quickly removed his hand and gasped. He was certain that there was an influence in the city, coaxing him to cast more magic. Well, if something wanted him to cast, Timsen certainly would not do so. Never obey a disembodied voice or a strange urge to do uncharacteristic things. Timsen had learned that soon enough while researching and practicing magic. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Eyes narrowed in suspicion, Timsen urged his Slingers onward, towards the lights. | ||
+ | |Title=Duke of Providence, Margrave of Vozzessdor | ||
+ | }} | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |{{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width= | ||
+ | |Type=Letter | ||
+ | |Sender=Baelunìataisharà Blue | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
+ | |Content=Greetings, gathered nobility. | ||
+ | |||
+ | I find myself here, yet I know little of what brings us besides concern and a cleverly spun tale. IT, and other items of interest were mentioned... | ||
+ | |||
+ | Can anyone give a lady a soldier's version of the events to date? | ||
+ | |||
+ | For humanity, | ||
+ | |Title=Queen of Thalmarkin | ||
+ | }} | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |{{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width= | ||
+ | |Type=Letter | ||
+ | |Sender=Arjan de Zueww | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
+ | |Content=Queen Blue, | ||
+ | The short version is thus... Obeans opened portal, every man and his dog claim they can control the portal or their god will venture forth, all the loonies crawl out of the woodwork, old warriors assemble in case something black and scary comes out of the portal. | ||
+ | regards | ||
+ | |Title=Imperator of Shattered Vales | ||
+ | }} | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |{{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width= | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Kristina Chamberlain | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
+ | |Content=She paid little heed to what was following, two Templars gave chase to the old woman... Moira just stood there, arrogant and defiant. She would happily have pushed her from the roof herself but for the fact that she knew with certainty that Moira was one of the few who could see the flow. | ||
+ | |||
+ | She had contained it, but it grew with the castings in the city.... each failed spells runes were pulled to the column, just as Moira's circle was being devoured. The cacophony of will and intent resonated with their voices in ancient and foreign languages as well as the common tongue each trying to impose their will on the others. Amongst the discord though she began, periodically to hear a theme, a resonance that sought to dominate the others... the time in which the well intentioned and faithful could influence the outcome was becoming short. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Her shoulders sagged, head dipping in defeat. "It's moving beyond me Moira, I do not lack faith, but as these... alien castings join the column I lose certainty.... the column has called all things natural to its sight, and now... the call has gone to the Earthbound unnatural.... I can feel it in the sliver of Ora that Haktoo left. Daimons are not the only creatures of nightmare." Her muscles clenched painfully at the memories. "Ugh Brigdha would understand; either Obeah or blind hope tells me you understand too." | ||
+ | |||
+ | The golden energies flared with her annoyance, the internal burn bringing her back to full height. "You should have looked, Moira, not at this light show, but really looked. My experience with the Flow is not the same as yours, not even close in truth." | ||
+ | |||
+ | She looked again at the woman, necessity outweighing the luxury of mistrust. "I would take you to the ritual chamber. That you might tell me what you see." She turned from her. "Cross me.... cross humanity, and I will give you to the light myself." | ||
+ | |Title= Baroness of Zwering, Priestess of Obeah | ||
+ | }} | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |{{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width= | ||
+ | |Type=Letter | ||
+ | |Sender=Baelunìataisharà Blue | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
+ | |Content=Thank you Imperator, I appreciate the brevity. | ||
+ | |||
+ | That explains all of the... extra effort I'm seeing about me. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Time to get a look at this thing for myself. | ||
+ | |Title=Queen of Thalmarkin | ||
+ | }} | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | colspan=5 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
+ | The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |{{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width= | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Moira | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
+ | |Content=The mention of Haktoo aroused deep buried memories and for the briefest moment Moira looked on Kristina not as a Judge weighing guilt or innocence, but as a fellow victim of that accursed creature. She almost laughed at the irony, that a sorceress of Ora should need her help when it was only thanks to Haktoo that her own eyes had been opened... Could this woman understand the anguish which had tormented her since then? The pain of birthing her two beautiful twin daughters Scein and Threiginion in that desolate waste... the knowledge of their curse... | ||
+ | |||
+ | A struggle amidst cyclopean structures, a temple half-buried in volcanic ash, a raven-haired woman in battered leather, in her hands two short blades of cold-forged iron charged with cryptic fury, and towering overhead an inhuman form, roiling and shifting through strange angles as it brought a terrible weapon to bear. Back and forth the battle raged, the frail figure somehow countering blow after blow, her knives striking again and again, each blow somehow diminishing her foe, wrapping its essence around her like spun silk, stripping it of a portion of its primordial power. And within her womb two small hearts beating faster and faster, girl-children newly wrought swimming in the comforting embrace of their mother's amniotic fluid. Girl-children safe in that nurturing womb, protected from the darkness and yet strangely interweaving with it. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "We have both looked upon the gulfs of eternity Priestess, and I fear it has served neither of us as we would have hoped," Moira's hands began fumbling with the straps of her weapon belts as for the first time since leaving Fontan all those years ago she laid down her burdened conscience and the demand that she mete justice without remorse. The time had come to face her own guilt. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "You may think it foolish give my station," she handed the weapons to the guardsmen, "but these are of great value to my Queen and she will reward you handsomely if you ensure they reach her undamaged." | ||
+ | |||
+ | With that Moira, once known by the name Dubhaine, Supreme Justice of Fontan, Marchioness of Negev, placed herself in the hands of fate. | ||
+ | |Title= Commoner of Ar Agyr | ||
+ | }} | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |colspan=5 |{{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width= | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Gustav Kuriga | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
+ | |Content=The Death of Kuriga | ||
+ | |||
+ | As his men attempted to find a way into the city to stop the madness of the rituals and were shot down by the arrows of the archers defending the walls, Gustav would look up and see Fiorina at the top of the walls, giving the order that would seal his fate. The aura of her heart still burnt bright golden, but he could see the dark strands of taint in that glow, foretelling her eventual fall from grace should she keep to this path. He would not, of course, live to see that he knew. The Hawk had taken off from his shoulder as soon as her orders were given, and the arrow that pierced into his gut made a golden streak through the air, as if guided by divine will. | ||
+ | |||
+ | He briefly fell and was passed by the last few of his men before they too were either driven off or slain. For a full day he lay on the field, drifting in and out of consciousness before finally opening his eyes and dragging himself up to a sitting position with a grunt of pain. Looking down he winced, the arrow having gone clear through his armor. Luckily while he did this none of the defenders seemed to be paying him much mind, and he was able to break the haft of the arrow to at least keep it from snagging on anything as he moved. He knew the wound was a bad one though. From where it had gone in him, he didn't expect to be eating anything soon. Not that he planned to. Looking up from the bloody mess that was his lower torso, He saw that the Hawk had landed at a strangely shaped patch of ground. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Shakily Gustav stood up, taking a moment to steady himself before beginning to walk his way to the ground where the Hawk stood. No sooner had he arrived then the ground collapsed beneath him, leaving him to let out a pained growl as he tried not to yell out in a way that would alert the guards. Once he stood up, he looked around and saw that he was in a small tunnel, ancient in age, perhaps even predating his arrival on Beluaterra. The script on the wall next to him spoke of a being called Jobo, and the gaze of his left eye saw the darkness that swallowed the light where that word was written. The Daimons had built here, once, and it was only suiting that one of their works lead him back to their damned portal. Using his arm he would steady himself against the wall, a steady drip of blood leaving a trail as he walked through the old tunnels that led beneath the city. | ||
+ | |||
+ | As he walked, his missing arm began to prickle, as if still attached to his body. Not long after he could feel a dull heat, building up into a searing agony where his arm once was, gritting his teeth as he used the pain to guide him towards where the portal stones had been set up. He instinctively knew that what he had sacrificed long ago connected him still with the Daimons, and he was tired of the constant reminder of his past. One way or another he was going to have that dealt with permanently. | ||
+ | |||
+ | After an hour or two walking through the tunnels, Gustav was leaning more and more against the wall. The blood loss from his wound made him light-headed. As he made his way, he saw a glow from up ahead, otherworldly and corrupt. He knew that to be the Portal's light, and a rush of adrenaline at the thought of finally being close leant him the strength to walk upright and quickly. Cracks in a stone wall were apparently letting the light barely filter through, and he could hear the thrum of the Portal's power. Ignoring the whispers of temptation from the pillar of light, he began bashing his shoulder into the wall, feeling it slowly give before collapsing outward entirely. Though not as close as he would have liked, with there being a good amount of open ground to cover before he would reach it, he was at least inside whatever guard line had been set to protect it. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The old, one-armed historian took one last moment to gaze upon the dual image of the portal that he saw, his right eye seeing the pillar of light that all nobles saw, and the left viewing it as a black emptiness... no even less, a void where light should be. With a pained groan he began to walk, then run towards the circle of stones, drawing his sword as he prayed that the guards paid more attention to intruders from outside than from within. Whatever the case, Gustav would dive into the portal's light, taking whatever arrows might come his way as he stumbled forward until he was gone, shouting "Give me back my arm you BASTARDS!" as he went in. | ||
+ | |Title= Ambassador of Vordul Sanguinis | ||
+ | }} | ||
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Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
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Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
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Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
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Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
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Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
Magic in the Air
The ravens croak and the sky darkens for a moment. Someone has failed in an act of magic nearby. | ||||||||||
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