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|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.
 
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Revision as of 23:12, 29 September 2020

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The Cafe The Square The Kings The Temple The Street
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Chaos.

Soldiers march. Shouts. Screams. Red blood stains Keffan blue.
Magic.
Ravens fly. Rain comes. A second light joins the first. The Weave strains.
Fear.
Children run home. Windows shutter. Ekrem shouts to flee over thunder.
No.
The rain’s soft kiss marks Nerta’s cloak, yet the minstrel only hums to himself.
No!
Always she arrives too late. After monsters ruin lives.
Not today.

“Come on Jacinda, it’s time to die for something!”
Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Jheda Orobar
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
It wasn't so long ago that Jheda passed through the City of Keffa, while scouting for enemy forces. Today, the war with Irondale and Nothoi was history, and Obia'Syela reclaimed their Holy City. The nearly ruined city showed many signs of civilisation being restored. Old buildings being repaired, new ones constructed. The streets and markets crowded with people from all over Beluaterra, looking for opportunity and business. From what his scouts told him, many nobles from several Realms were here too. That wasn't a surprise. They came attrackted by the enormous pilar of light shooting to the sky, same as him.

That wasn't the only reason he was here though. Sure he would investigate what was happening, but while he was here, with many of his former friends, he would look into the possibilty of building bridges between Thalmarkin and Obia'Syela. Besides that, he would also keep an eye on his Queen and try to keep her safe.

"So you're telling me they used 8 magic stones to create that pilar? And many fear they can't control it and it will cause death?" Jheda looked at his informant with disbelieve. "Can't say I'm impressed. I only need two stones to erect my own enormous pilar, and the beam it will eject will surely create life. Amateurs."

"Anyway, send the scouts out, have them map the canals in the city. Also, if they find places smelling like onions, make sure they report it so I can avoid them. And send word to the people running the show here, to thank them for their hospitality."
Jheda Orobar (Margrave of Unger)
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.

Roleplay from Dancer Rea
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Life is full of lines. Lines to pay for goods, lines to march in file, several lines on court day. Dancer was not used to being in lines, however. He was much more used to being the reason the line was made.

The carriage rocked back and forth as they moved up yet another spot in the endless lines outside of Keffa. A light rain sprinkled outside the carriage, not enough to make the road muddy, but the clouds on the horizen promised to remedy that.

Creak.

Further in the line. Dancer could see the walls now, so they must be getting close to the front of the line. He looked acroos the carriage, to Anyte. She was reading some missives they had received on the way here. Dancer had gotten several as well, but he found it difficult to concentrate on much...not with the magic in the air making his hair stand on end.

Creak.

"State your name and business."

"Duchess Anyte, and Duke Dancer, here on a diplomatic visit."

Ha. Such fancy words for 'because the Queen said so,' Dancer thought grumply. A soldier poked his head in the window quickly, and disappeared again with a curt nod. With another creak, the carriage began making its way deeper into the city, ever closer to the column of light.
Dancer Rea (Duke of the Northeast Wind, Baron of Jedinchel)
Roleplay from Vahanian Blint
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Vahanian's eyes scanned the assembled crowd and the Vordul forces in front of him. Reins of his destrier in one hand, sword in the other. A light rain began to fall, though he barely noticed. His mind was focused on the blood magic being wrought in his city. His arm ached and throbbed at the magic in the air, the shards of a portal stone long exploded embedded deep beneath the skin were both a blessing and a curse. They caused a great deal of pain when magic was being worked, but they were also a warning, a warning against and to magic. All surgical attempts to remove them had resulted in.... misfortune. He could taste the blood on the air, it tasted of iron and stank of death. He waited, at the right hand of the Grandmistress, for her next action.

Across the square he saw one of his aides appear and nod to him, his message to the Grand Inquisitor had been delivered and accepted. Her forces would be arriving shortly.

He ignored the searing pain in his arm, he knew it would pass, it always did. The old Templar's eyes scanned the crowd again, his practiced eye looking for threats.
Vahanian Blint (Grand Templar of Obia'Syela, Duke of Amen Keffa, Margrave of Keffa)
Roleplay from Maxima
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
As the day was slowly being devoured by the night Maximia walked the city streets of Keffa. She was sent here by her Lord for two reasons. One was to unravel whatever it was that was going on with these strange lights in this strange place. Two, she was to find the camp of Lady Fiorina Margaretener and deliver her a letter from her Lord. As far as first was concerned Maximia had no illusions - foul magic was at play, apparently orchestrated by scions of the Veiled Goddes. She hated them, as any true Mordokian would, and despised their ways. The second reason Maximia enjoyed. Her Lord's romantic conquests were not as nearly as efficient as his military ones, yet the Lady had a winsome guard in her service who winked at her the last time she met him during the tournament in Iato. Here, there could be something for her as well, she thought. The irresistible pulchritude of the night was enchanting. As any true hunter, Maximia loved it and adored it. In the night her senses became clear, her instincts merciless, yet her prey for this night would be just to find a noblewoman. "Oi! You! A letter for your Lady." She yelled at the winsome guard few hours later once she located where Lady Fiorina was staying.
Maxima (Commoner of Ar Agyr)
Roleplay from Skade
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Skade weaved her way through the crowds, occassionally bludgeoning someone out of her way with her staff. The city was chaos, but such was to be expected. She had noted the passage of the Emperor, just a knight when they had met, and moved towards him, only to he stopped by his guards.

"I bring a message from the Duchess of Carn Dum." She stated, and was shoved back by the guards, who laughed at the peasant woman. She produced a seal from her robes.

"I said I bear a message. This seal marks me a servant of the Ambassador of Irondale. I must deliver the message to the Emperor."
Skade (Commoner of Irondale)
Roleplay from Kristina Chamberlain
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
Rounding the bend in the stairwell she was confronted by the splattered ichor up the bottom steps and on the walls of the passage. Templars and acolytes looked sheepishly from their tasks with mops, capes, towels, indeed anything that could be used to scoop up the exploded remnants of the body formally known as Gustav Kuriga.

"What... what by Obeah has happened?"

One of the Templars who seemed to have been coordinating the cleansing, stepped forward, studiously avoiding eye contact. "Deepest apologies Prelate," he began unsure whether to stand to attention or bend in supplication. The effect was that he nervously bobbed from foot to foot like some child needing to relieve himself. "The man ran in like something not right, Prelate... he jumped at the column.... and well..."

She let the word hang in the air a moment. "Well?" She prompted him.

"Ah.... well.... he.... well he kind of.... pulped."

"Pulped?" Moira had arrived at her back, her eyes wide as she took in the scene.

The Templar reddened further seeking words to describe something he found basically indescribable. Looking to his colleagues he noted that they had studiously and vigorously resumed cleaning. "He hit the column, like he hit a wall... then he went sort of stretchy right around the column.... then he was... well you can see... pulped." The last word was barely a whisper under the golden flare of the Prelates unrelenting gaze.

"What madness..." at least she knew now not to try and enter the column. She turned her attention back to the Templar: "So was it a Templar or an acolyte?" Not that it mattered....

His eyes met hers at that. "No Prelate, it was Ambassador Kuriga of the Vordulists."

"DOUBLE THE GUARD ON THE WESTERN PASSAGE!" she scanned the room."SOMEONE TELL ME HOW HE GOT IN!"
Kristina Chamberlain (Baroness of Zwering, Priestess of Obeah)
Roleplay from Ellen Vorn
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
"What a beautiful day today is!" Ellen thinks as she walks around one of the open air markets that has popped up since the ritual started. This wondering around the city has become a bit of a habit since there are new people and things coming to the city everyday. Today what has caught her eye is a type of food that she hasn't had the opportunity to try before. It was called Popped corn. Quite the weird idea but intriguing none the less. After buying a bag and trying some Ellen fell in love with the snack as she continues her walk she hears a commotion coming from the area around the main temple where the ritual is going on. Ellen walks into the square hoping to find some entertainment after hearing the noise that was coming from the area it must have been something quite fun. Ellen instead finds some chaos unfolding in the square and a large number of soldiers blocking the sight of what is going on. So Ellen waiting to find out what is going on quietly watches the chaos while enjoying her new favorite snack.
Ellen Vorn (Baroness of Dald)
Roleplay from Angyll
Message sent to Everyone in Keffa
A tall thin man ran barefoot across the street and dashed into a shop on the street side, slamming the door behind him and leaning against the door breathing heavily. Long silver hair fell over his shoulders in a mess, his thin torso covered (barely) by what appears to be a child's shirt that came no where close to his waist where an oddly mismatched set of trousers hung loosely, appearing to be military attire generally worn beneath the greaves rather than stand alone trousers. As his eyes looked across the room, seeing many frightened and many distracted customers within the small Cafe, some looking his way curiously.

His lips curl into a broad smile as he steps forward slowly, almost demurely, one barefoot landing heel to toe of his other bare foot as his hips swagger. A dirty right hand reaches up and he oh so gently brushes some of the long hair from his face, leaving streaks of blood and grime on his canvas white face.

"How do you do?" He said softly, politely.

"Oh hello." He said said to the next person he passed.

"Oh staaawwwp" he said, acting embarrassed as people looked at his barely covered torso, the child shirt stopping just above the belly button to show his hip bones from the low riding guard pants.

"Oh hello to you too." He said happily as he made his way past another and finally to "a" counter, not "thee" counter, but "a" counter, where he stood and stared at the blank wall opposite.

"One wine please, make it a double, but only if it's been thoroughly filtered off a woman's left thigh." he said, to no one.

He then stood there, petting his hair softly and waiting in the cafe and trying not to draw attention to himself.
Angyll (Commoner of Obia'Syela)