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|Title=Adventurer of Ar Agyr | |Title=Adventurer of Ar Agyr | ||
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+ | |Sender=Anyte Luitolf | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
+ | |Content=It was a long travel, but finally, Keffa could be seen in the distance. It had been a long time since Anyte had stepped foot in Obia, and the last thing she remembered of it as she fled north was watched her home go up in flames and her sister disappear into the night chased down by inquisitors unjustly. It was true that she had since exchanged peaceful letters with both the ruler and grand inquisitor of Obia, but words could only go so far. To her, this was not only official business on behalf of the Kin, but also personal business to see if they had changed as much as they had claimed. Trust was something to be earned, and the fact she even felt safe enough to show up, at least to her, spoke wonders in and of itself. | ||
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+ | As the carriage pulled to a stop in the city, she heard a strange may ask their purpose. Dancer stepped out first, and answered him, while Anyte pushed past them both on the way out with the help of Isemay and Allova. Anyte gazed about the city, one she had never set foot in before even though she was born an 'Obian'. The worst part was the temple in the distance. She knew the history of it, and the story coupled with what happened in the south turned her stomach slightly. | ||
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+ | "You there," She snapped at the man that had spoken to Dancer while hobbling over leaning heavily on her walking cane, "Tell me where the diplomatic assembly is. Don't worry about him, he is duke and observer from Thalmarkin, I am the official Ambassador here at my Queen's request." | ||
+ | |Title=Ambassador of Thalmarkin, Duchess of The Bathory | ||
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+ | |Sender=Duncan Blackstone | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
+ | |Content=Duncan bowed to the Tao ladies and said “Well, I got to go, I think I see my boss.” | ||
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+ | Duncan drunkly stumbled over, he thought he saw Dancer and walked over, he found Dancer and Anyte. | ||
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+ | Duncan smiled and walked over, though his walk was far from straight due to all of his alcohol “LORD DANCER, MISSTRESS, hic, how have you two been, it’s been so long my masters since we last spoke.” Duncan fell over slightly and pushed himself up, grinning at Dancer. | ||
+ | |Title=Commoner of Thalmarkin | ||
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+ | |Sender=Valian Stone Daubeny | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
+ | |Content=Valian stood, he glared at Blint but then nodded and gave a thankful smile to Saoirse. | ||
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+ | He turned to his men “Withdraw to the Temple, protected the Prelate, I must find Elizabeth and Viviane.” | ||
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+ | Valian ran off towards the coffeehouse, he saw her run into. | ||
+ | |Title=Knight of Ossmat | ||
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+ | |Sender=Baelunìataisharà Blue | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
+ | |Content=As Princess Anyte stepped from her carriage and called for an attendant, Bae slipped from the rear of the vehicle, and stole into the city. Weaponless, barring the two daggers, she disappeared from sight, no rustle coming from her black and white armor. | ||
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+ | Her unit had entered the city before her in twos and threes, having dispersed before crossing the border into Keffa. They were all within shouting distance, for now. This was standard with the Queen, upon entering a populated city. Her soldiers were used to it by now, and knew of her penchant to explore alone. Nothing they could day would ever deter her, and her captain had worked hard to be allowed to remain with earshot. | ||
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+ | She entered a square sometime later, open to the sky. The deep purple blush of predawn colored the eastern sky, and was complimented by the striking hues of the beam of light climbing skyward. | ||
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+ | "Later," she grumbled, turning her back on the brightening sky. | ||
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+ | "What?," came a hoarse whisper from the shadows? | ||
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+ | Bae hung her head in mock disappointment. "Get out here, Flavonia." | ||
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+ | Her captain stepped from a shadow not four paces from the Queen. | ||
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+ | "You call that a 'loose tail?'" Bae gestured at the hiding place. "How did you even... Never mind. Did you at least find a good brothel while you were six feet up my arse?" | ||
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+ | " Ah, no, my Queen. But I think Skanaro did." Flavonia gestured at a dark recess directly behind Bae. | ||
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+ | " You've got to be kidding me," Bae hissed. | ||
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+ | "You'll like this one, though, my Queen," mumbled Skanaro, heading off the way Bae had come from. | ||
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+ | "I had better, Skanaro, or you're going to limping tomorrow." | ||
+ | |Title=Queen of Thalmarkin | ||
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+ | |Sender=Saoirse MacArbin | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
+ | |Content=Queen Baelunìataisharà, | ||
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+ | Welcome to Keffa. Events so far are rather chaotic as some have already taken advantage of our hospitality, but certainly, it cannot be claimed that matters will be boring. | ||
+ | |Title=Grandmistress of Obia'Syela | ||
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+ | |Sender=Phelan Dragonborn | ||
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+ | |Content=Phelan watched with great interest as the beautiful Yao Ling moved away from the crowds, and Phelan shadowed her. She entered a temple of some sort and Phelan moved to the shadows near the doorway. A light similar to the one in the square shone in this temple. How could this be? The light was from the Goddess, was this other temple connected to his veiled Goddess? | ||
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+ | As Phelan stood there considering this revelation, a pretty young woman hurriedly entered the temple. She looked nervous, and checked all around her. Somehow she did not see Phelan. | ||
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+ | He could hear them talking in the temple in hushed tones; they spoke of something the Daimons would not enjoy and then Yao Ling said "Now I need you to do something else for me. If matters go badly for me, you must run." | ||
+ | The young woman wanted to argue, but Yao Ling insisted "Your willingness to stay is why you should go," | ||
+ | Phelan felt drawn into the temple. "I humbly offer you my services great lady." Phelan stumbled over the words, suddenly embarrassed by his impulsive actions. | ||
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+ | Yao Ling looked at him suspiciously. "I do not know you, you are not from Nothoi" | ||
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+ | "No, great lady, I am but a common man in service to my lady cousin in the Vales. But I fear things could be dangerous for you and I would offer my protection for you as I protect Lady Katalyfae, the Praetrix of the Vales. | ||
+ | |Title=Commoner of Shattered Vales | ||
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+ | |Sender=Yao Ling Pryde | ||
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+ | |Content=Yao Ling could see the panic in the air. | ||
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+ | The failed magic fired off all around the city proclaimed it. | ||
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+ | The movings of bodies and soundings of voices revealed it. | ||
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+ | Those who started it worried that they were losing control. | ||
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+ | Those who sought to change it worried that they could not. | ||
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+ | Everyone wondered what was going on. | ||
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+ | Her eyes caught on a flight of ravens coming down to land on the walls of the Temple of Daishi. | ||
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+ | They looked at her and did not seem worried. | ||
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+ | Yao Ling wondered why. | ||
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+ | The lead raven cocked her head to the side and Yao Ling met her single eye for a long moment. | ||
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+ | Then Yao Ling nodded. | ||
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+ | The ravens flew away. | ||
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+ | Yao Ling turned back to the square and did not know if she could do what needed to be done. | ||
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+ | There was so much magic. So much fear. | ||
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+ | It needed something different. Something better. | ||
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+ | Yao Ling played her hands over the walls of the Temple of Daishi and began to push her will into the storm surrounding them. | ||
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+ | Calm. | ||
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+ | Contentment. | ||
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+ | Peace. | ||
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+ | Love. | ||
+ | |Title=Sophos of Nothoi | ||
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+ | |Content=Yao Ling examined the young man who had approached her. | ||
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+ | The man who had made it into the temple and through all of her acolytes to speak to her. | ||
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+ | She saw him but did not know. | ||
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+ | A dove landed on a vase next to him and looked at Yao Ling. It's head turned back and forth, giving her first one eye and then the other. | ||
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+ | Yao Ling nodded. | ||
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+ | The dove flew away. | ||
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+ | Yao Ling turned back to the man. | ||
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+ | "Fulfill your oaths and services," she said with a smile. "I shall accept whatever you are willing to give in defense of humanity." | ||
+ | |Title=Sophos of Nothoi | ||
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+ | |Sender=Saoirse MacArbin | ||
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+ | |Content=The soldier saluted at the Duchess, though his voice was hesitant. | ||
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+ | "Not sure there's a diplomatic assembly, as such, Your Grace, too much other madness happening, but the last report has the Grandmistress in the temple square, down this road here. The Emperor went that way earlier, not sure where he might be though." | ||
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+ | The shouts could be heard, and tension felt, all the way at the gates, and Anyte and Dancer could likely smell the blood from the recent abortive battle with the one Vordulian. | ||
+ | |Title=Grandmistress of Obia'Syela | ||
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+ | |Sender=Jacinda the Driven | ||
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+ | |Content=Jacinda, as usual, had no idea what was going on. So, as usual, she focused on what she could do. She drew two short blades and took up a protective position beside Nerta and Wren as they moved. | ||
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+ | "I'll keep the path clear, and leave what path to the two of you and the ancestor spirit." | ||
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+ | She warily skirted the strange man in the front of the cafe, and kept her eyes roaming, watching for threats, and waiting to see what monsters they were killing today. | ||
+ | |Title=Commoner of Ar Agyr | ||
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Magic in the Air
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Magic in the Air
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Magic in the Air
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Magic in the Air
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