Unti Family/Nerta/A3S4

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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)
	Roleplay from Timsen Quasath Message sent to Everyone in Keffa Timsen approached the area where the pillars of light were shifting and shimmering. As he had approached there were several riots and mobs around the city, as people focused their nervous energies on whatever theatre was occurring nearby. Timsen saw ruling nobility from all over the continent, and avoided them completely. This was no time for polite or political talk, but one of observation and action. Timsen planted himself in front of the pillars, his Slingers forcing space amongst the rabble and respecting other nobles. Arms crossed and eyes squinted, Timsen monitored the lights for anything daimonic. Timsen Quasath (Duke of Providence, Margrave of Vozzessdor)
Roleplay from Wren the Watcher Message sent to Everyone in Keffa “Come on Jacinda, it’s time to die for something!” Wren popped up from behind the table where she had been waiting and watching defensively. "Nerta friend will not die. I'm coming with you!" She tossed her fluffy mottled brown cloak back over both shoulders and rushed to catch her friends as they made their way out the door, barely avoiding a lean and swaggering individual on his way in. Profane things happen. The Old Gods watch. We will be strong and they will see. Wren the Watcher (Foederati)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Keffa Nerta laughs and squeezes Wren's shoulder as her sister slips from the crowd, “Wren! Were you spying on us again? I’m glad to see you.” Dodging the swaggering stranger, Nerta continues heedless of if he can hear, “Is there anything in the Old Man’s books about this? I know we’re on a locus and we’ve got Augur Blooded crawling out of the woodwork. Oh right and at least six armies, so I could use some good news right now…” Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Angyll Message sent to Everyone in Keffa ...“Come on Jacinda, it’s time to die for something!” The thin man's head tilted to the side, looking around the Cafe for the sound. As his pale grey eyes wandered the crowd he saw people running, almost even bumping into him as he leaned at the counter. He picked up on many words that he liked, such as "spying", "crawling", "six" and his bare feet carried him quickly behind Wren before the door could close behind her. ...so I could use some good news right now…” "Oh you aaaare in luck!" Angyll declared, arriving next to Nerta and company as if he was their traveling companion. "Did you know, that great bright lights are both blinding AND welcoming?!" He implored, eyes darting from each of the people to make sure they heard the really good news. Sensing a pause he quickly thought of more good news. "Okay Okay." He put his grime covered hand sticky with deep red and black on his chin, tapping his finger on his lip. "Oh yes! More good news is the one armed man found his other arm! Right inside the PORTAL!" He crooked his elbow and put his other arm behind his back as he re-enacted it. "He said Give me back my arm you BASTARDS! then vwoooop!" he paused again, features lit up awaiting praise, assured this must be the good news. Angyll (Commoner of Obia'Syela)
			Roleplay from Moira Message sent to Everyone in Keffa Moira felt a deepening nausea as they descended several flights of stairs into the Temple complex proper, its freshly constructed walls limned in the jarring sickly glare of the immaterium. This was madness! To wilfully rend the veil separating the world of flesh from the ever-churning warp of the Flow? Even the Balancewalkers only dared cross the trackless gulfs of ancient space and time when necessity demanded! But here this sorceress of Ora was, this worshipper of false goddesses, pitching an entire city into that maelstrom of ungovernable possibilities... They turned a corner and her eyes alighted on the bloody remains of a man. She knew it was a man not by its shape which was now largely unrecognisable, but because at the very same instant her mortal eyes saw the remains, her second sight watched a young man sacrificing his own flesh for a Daemon's lies as a grizzled old man stood watching, unreconciled to the forgiveness he'd been shown. The whisper of a name echoed out of phase across the realms: Kuriga. Gustav Kuriga. It meant nothing to her but she could tell he'd been a warrior, and that like Kristina and herself his life had been deeply intertwined with the otherworld. The first time Moira had learned of portals and the realms beyond she'd been a young knight, a blooded veteran of the Oberndorf and Akesh Temple campaigns with that determined disbelief in the supernatural common to Fontan's warrior aristocracy. True the Elven Foe had a certain way with steel and craft which stretched the bounds of reason, and the Balancewalkers were always a shadowy presence, but there was nothing magical. That was before Hannibal returned from the dead, hurtling headlong from the hell his crimes had bought him into the midst of bloody battle, his shrivelled arm clutched to his side... "Pulped?" Moira watched the scramble of activity as Kristina put the fear of their god into her servants, "A poor death for a brave man... or perhaps one last scream of defiance by a broken one..." She could respect that. Moira (Adventurer of Ar Agyr)
				Roleplay from Anyte Luitolf Message sent to Everyone in Keffa 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. 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. "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." Anyte Luitolf (Ambassador of Thalmarkin, Duchess of The Bathory)
				Roleplay from Duncan Blackstone Message sent to Everyone in Keffa Duncan bowed to the Tao ladies and said “Well, I got to go, I think I see my boss.” Duncan drunkly stumbled over, he thought he saw Dancer and walked over, he found Dancer and Anyte. 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. Duncan Blackstone (Commoner of Thalmarkin)
	Roleplay from Valian Stone Daubeny Message sent to Everyone in Keffa Valian stood, he glared at Blint but then nodded and gave a thankful smile to Saoirse. He turned to his men “Withdraw to the Temple, protected the Prelate, I must find Elizabeth and Viviane.” Valian ran off towards the coffeehouse, he saw her run into. Valian Stone Daubeny (Knight of Ossmat)
		Roleplay from Baelunìataisharà Blue Message sent to Everyone in Keffa 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. 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. 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. "Later," she grumbled, turning her back on the brightening sky. "What?," came a hoarse whisper from the shadows? Bae hung her head in mock disappointment. "Get out here, Flavonia." Her captain stepped from a shadow not four paces from the Queen. "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?" " Ah, no, my Queen. But I think Skanaro did." Flavonia gestured at a dark recess directly behind Bae. " You've got to be kidding me," Bae hissed. "You'll like this one, though, my Queen," mumbled Skanaro, heading off the way Bae had come from. "I had better, Skanaro, or you're going to limping tomorrow." Baelunìataisharà Blue (Queen of Thalmarkin)
		Letter from Saoirse MacArbin Message sent to Everyone in Keffa Queen Baelunìataisharà, 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. Saoirse MacArbin (Grandmistress of Obia'Syela)
	Roleplay from Phelan Dragonborn Message sent to Everyone in Keffa 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? 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. 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. Yao Ling looked at him suspiciously. "I do not know you, you are not from Nothoi" "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. Phelan Dragonborn (Commoner of Shattered Vales)
	Roleplay from Yao Ling Pryde Message sent to Everyone in Keffa Yao Ling could see the panic in the air. The failed magic fired off all around the city proclaimed it. The movings of bodies and soundings of voices revealed it. Those who started it worried that they were losing control. Those who sought to change it worried that they could not. Everyone wondered what was going on. Her eyes caught on a flight of ravens coming down to land on the walls of the Temple of Daishi. They looked at her and did not seem worried. Yao Ling wondered why. The lead raven cocked her head to the side and Yao Ling met her single eye for a long moment. Then Yao Ling nodded. The ravens flew away. Yao Ling turned back to the square and did not know if she could do what needed to be done. There was so much magic. So much fear. It needed something different. Something better. Yao Ling played her hands over the walls of the Temple of Daishi and began to push her will into the storm surrounding them. Calm. Contentment. Peace. Love. Yao Ling Pryde (Sophos of Nothoi)
	Roleplay from Yao Ling Pryde Message sent to Everyone in Keffa Yao Ling examined the young man who had approached her. The man who had made it into the temple and through all of her acolytes to speak to her. She saw him but did not know. 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. Yao Ling nodded. The dove flew away. Yao Ling turned back to the man. "Fulfill your oaths and services," she said with a smile. "I shall accept whatever you are willing to give in defense of humanity." Yao Ling Pryde (Sophos of Nothoi)
		Roleplay from Saoirse MacArbin Message sent to Everyone in Keffa The soldier saluted at the Duchess, though his voice was hesitant. "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." 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. Saoirse MacArbin (Grandmistress of Obia'Syela)
Roleplay from Jacinda the Driven Message sent to Everyone in Keffa 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. "I'll keep the path clear, and leave what path to the two of you and the ancestor spirit." 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. Jacinda the Driven (Commoner of Ar Agyr)
			Roleplay from Anyte Luitolf Message sent to Everyone in Keffa Anyte looked the soldier up and down, clearly untrusting of the man. The tension of the Ambassador was so obvious that it might as well have been visible. Some might chalk it up to the magic being flung and latently hanging in the air, but those that knew her would know differently. Those that knew her would know she still didn't trust the Obian government overly much. "The Grandmistress is that way, you say," She asked pointed toward the square, "And what Emperor do you speak of? There are several realms whose ruler claims the lofty title of 'Emperor' that I know of." After waiting a few moments, Anyte started shuffling toward the Square with the help of Isemay and Allova, her trusted matron guards. "Nevermind," she called over her shoulder, "I'll just seek the Grandmistress. Surely she knows what is happening in her own realm." Anyte Luitolf (Ambassador of Thalmarkin, Duchess of The Bathory)