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| colspan= | | colspan=3 |'''Colour Hues''' | ||
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| colspan= | | colspan=3 |'''Lighting the Clouds''' | ||
The column of light is transitioning in colours, fifteen minutes at a time, from bright yellow to vivid red to impenetrably-pure black to bold green, back to bright yellow, vivid red, impenetrably-pure black, bold green, bright yellow... | The column of light is transitioning in colours, fifteen minutes at a time, from bright yellow to vivid red to impenetrably-pure black to bold green, back to bright yellow, vivid red, impenetrably-pure black, bold green, bright yellow... | ||
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|colspan= | |colspan=3 | '''Magic in the Air''' | ||
The ravens fly and the sky is changed. Someone has cast a magic spell in the vicinity. | The ravens fly and the sky is changed. Someone has cast a magic spell in the vicinity. | ||
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|colspan= | |colspan=3 | '''Wild Affair''' | ||
With so many in Keffa from across the continent, and with most of the various travellers having arrived, Keffa had become both a zoo and cosmopolitan city seemingly overnight, with every manner of animal and human alike populating the city, having either felt the pull themselves or followed a traveller. Domestic beasts of burden and leisure, wild beasts, from all quarters, climates, and habitats populated the city just as much as humanity from all walks of life, class, trade, and origin. | With so many in Keffa from across the continent, and with most of the various travellers having arrived, Keffa had become both a zoo and cosmopolitan city seemingly overnight, with every manner of animal and human alike populating the city, having either felt the pull themselves or followed a traveller. Domestic beasts of burden and leisure, wild beasts, from all quarters, climates, and habitats populated the city just as much as humanity from all walks of life, class, trade, and origin. | ||
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| colspan= | | colspan=3 | '''Roleplaying Event''' | ||
Playing the trumpet in a classic Vordulist tune as she approached the column of light, Polli stopped outside Obeah's temple where the stones lay inside and from which the light emanated. | Playing the trumpet in a classic Vordulist tune as she approached the column of light, Polli stopped outside Obeah's temple where the stones lay inside and from which the light emanated. | ||
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|Title= Grandmistress of Obia'Syela, Duchess of Amen Obeah | |Title= Grandmistress of Obia'Syela, Duchess of Amen Obeah | ||
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|Content=As the lancers began to close in on Polli, Shadow's Blight, a regiment of trained archers under command of Lady Emilia spread out, encircling Polli protectively. | |Content=As the lancers began to close in on Polli, Shadow's Blight, a regiment of trained archers under command of Lady Emilia spread out, encircling Polli protectively. | ||
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|Sender=Kristina Chamberlain | |Sender=Kristina Chamberlain | ||
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|Content=She had spent hours in mesmeric silence watching the pillar pulse through its light array. The noise from within of the strands of the various castings was at times cacophonous as serrated strands even yet tried to unravel from the primal fire of the | |Content=She had spent hours in mesmeric silence watching the pillar pulse through its light array. The noise from within of the strands of the various castings was at times cacophonous as serrated strands even yet tried to unravel from the primal fire of the pillar. | ||
Prime magic was the magic of creation, the most basic form from which all things could be built, or indeed be destroyed... over these past days she journeyed between panic and calm, trusting the Goddess to see and be what men and women could not.... to craft intent into purpose. More than once she had had to resist the urge to step into the pillar, though at times the pull was almost overwhelming... | Prime magic was the magic of creation, the most basic form from which all things could be built, or indeed be destroyed... over these past days she journeyed between panic and calm, trusting the Goddess to see and be what men and women could not.... to craft intent into purpose. More than once she had had to resist the urge to step into the pillar, though at times the pull was almost overwhelming... | ||
|Title= Baroness of Zwering, Priestess of Heralds of Obeah | |Title= Baroness of Zwering, Priestess of Heralds of Obeah | ||
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|Sender=Gustav Kuriga | |||
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|Content=Gustav could feel a burning sensation in his missing arm. The one he had sacrificed all those years ago in service to the Daimons. The folly of it still made him wince inside, but that was buried by a new sensation. His left eye, seeing the world veiled in a crimson red, saw the glows of thousands of souls in the city. But drowning that was a pitch black aura that seemed to swallow up any light that drew near it. He knew that the Portal would be there, and marched towards it as quickly as he could. He ignored the various nobles and passersby, focused on one thing, the flaming hawk only he could see perched securely on his shoulder. Unless stopped by someone, he would arrive at the portal. | |||
|Title= Ambassador of Vordul Sanguinis | |||
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|Content=Yao Ling looked up at the pillar of light that radiated out of Keffa. | |||
She remembered a time when something similar had radiated out of Creasur. | |||
She remembered harnessing that power to kill Daimons. | |||
But that had been a long time ago, and such things were not always... the same when they returned. | |||
She wondered what this one would be as she followed a family of ducks orderly making their way through the market. | |||
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|Sender=Godfrey Greybrook | |||
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|Content=Looking to the passers by and shielding his face, Godfrey followed Gustav towards the portal, inquiring into the magical manifest. | |||
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|Content=The ducks led Yao Ling to a man she remembered. Then the ducks broke off to make their way to a market stall with plenty of food set aside for them. | |||
Yao Ling followed the man and matched his stride. | |||
"Gustav, old friend," she said quietly enough that others would not hear them. Or that he could choose to not hear if he wished to. "It has been some time since we have seen each other. How do you do?" | |||
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|Sender=Rosko Nabarl | |||
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|Content=Rosko entered the region of Keffa with his troops following, he looked around warily and with distaste. | |||
That which brought him here reminded him to much of his mother’s death and the fights he had then fought himself, and this place, in this realm, just added to memories of fighting evil... | |||
|Title= Margrave of Vatrona | |||
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|Content=Familiar spiced scents and melodic sounds danced their way to Wren's senses in the crowded city. It had been years now since she had visited this southern settlement, but she recalled vividly her visits here as a young one, the delicious treats, the brilliant colours and flashing glint of crafted metals in the hot sunlight. | |||
This time was different though. It was busy: more than a holiday's rush, more than a wartime gathering. There was an energy and alertness to the people that made the air feel electric. And of course the massive coloured pillar of light casting the city in an eerie glow. | |||
The birdlike young woman sat crouched up on a curved stone wall, shaded by a nearby building, watching the crowds below from under her mottled brown cloak with eyes round and bright. So many colours, so many people from far away! She even thought she spotted a couple of Foederati, but not any familiar to her, and so she let them pass without a greeting. Long minutes ticked by like this, watching the flow, noting the shifting colour from the pillar (she would have to investigate that later, but had little appetite for it on her own), and being romanced by the enticing smells from the many food carts plying their trade in the noisy street below. | |||
There, that person she knew. Jacinda! | |||
At once she leapt down from the wall and shadowed her friend, attempting to catch up and failing in the throngs of people, but at least keeping her trail. The fighter disappeared into a cafe and Wren followed. | |||
Relief cascaded over her senses as she saw not only Jacinda ordering a meal, but Nerta as well. Wren approached their table as another figure approached and spoke. | |||
"Pardon me, I am looking for a Nerta, Foederati of Ar Agyr?" | |||
Blink-blink. She did not know this human. Wren stilled, and ever so slowly made her way to one side, staying out of the peripherals of this newcomer, waiting. | |||
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The Grand Inquisitor upnods her Agents to move in and detain Polli. She slides closer to purposely step on the piece of chalk; savoring the crunch. | |||
"Piper - you were invited to participate in, not to subvert our ritual with one of your own design. You risk catastrophe by tampering in such ways." | |||
Drawn by ensuing events, extra contingents of Inquisitors and Templars alike have gathered along the crowded square. As, it seems, have others. | |||
"Relinquish your ritual implements and come with me. You will have a chance to explain yourself, and return in peace. Meet mercy with grace..." | |||
An Agent casts a handsign and the Grand Inquisitor glances aside - locking eyes with none other than young Lady Emilia herself. | |||
Stepping back beyond arm's reach, the crossbow neither wanes nor wavers from Polli's head dead-on-center, barely registering Emilia's presence. | |||
Its towering wielder does, however, grin. Lady Emilia's request is acknowledged with a nod of understanding as grin melts back to stone-faced default. | |||
"Walk in peace, my dear! This one, however, has broken the rules and put us all at risk. I bid you never suffer the wrath of a destabilized portal stone." | |||
She meets Captains Alberic's questing gaze with a subtle shake of the head. Some lines need not be crossed, where bridges instead may be built. | |||
"Captain Alberic of The Lancers Radiant does not answer to me. I would not dare give orders to Grandmistress Saoirse's personal unit." | |||
Three of her Agents move in to guard her flank, not threatening but not exactly welcoming anyone else to approach. | |||
"And I rule Ossmat, not holiest Keffa. This is Grand Templar Vahanian's domain, and- damn it Lyssandra, stand down!" | |||
Lyssandra, being her usual over-zealous self, swings the chain of her main kusarigama 'round and around her head in an arc. | |||
"Its a bloody Obian stand-off, Grand Inquisitor!" Though the arc lies unbroken, ruthless enthusiasm shifts toward more artful form. | |||
Yxevarii sighs - wondering, as she often does, why Obiah brought her back to life in so chaotic an era of Belluaterran history. | |||
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|Content=Yao Ling stepped up to the confrontation with both hands raised to show she meant no harm. | |||
She had joined the Inquisition long ago, but everyone knew she was of Daishi. She made no secret of it, and they had tolerated her presence in their midst. | |||
She took one look at proceedings and nodded in agreement. Then she smiled and waved her right hand at them. | |||
"I lost this hand to a portal circle that went... sideways," she said with that same smile. "Of course I also wore a ring of power on it, so, perhaps that had something to do with it." | |||
"Portals can be immensely dangerous work, especially now. The magics rained down on Wudenkin changed something. Made them even more dangerous than before. Do not trifle with them. For they are quick to anger if you do not give them all due respect." | |||
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[Previous Private RP involving Polli - 5 hours 39 minutes ago ] | |||
...The remaining 9 archers I want placed in clear line of shot on any and all other rituals taking place in this city." she turned her attention back to Brictilda. | |||
As Yxevarii's units move in to interrupt Polli, three arrows streak through the sky, hitting the ground in front of the Inquisitor's Agents. | |||
Lady Emilia holds up her hand, a silent motion to those hidden in perches overlooking the square. | |||
"Grand Inquisitor Yxevarii, our pleasant discourse in the fields of Ircymbar shouldn't be mistaken for weakness." Emilia lowered her hand. | |||
"As I said, I am escorting this woman, and as my troops are in escort of her, you will not be taking this women. Now, if you wish to address me as to what crime this woman committed I can have my scribes look over your complaint." Emila said evenly. | |||
"I doubt you want to be the spark that lights the fire in Keffa, Grand Inquisitor," Emilia looks around at the onlookers, "it does seem ready to burn." | |||
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|Content=Yxevarii nods to Yao Ling, lips wrinkled in a grimace. | |||
"Damn lucky that city didn't turn into a giant crater, or-" | |||
Suddenly, three arrows streak through the sky, hitting the ground in front of the Inquisitor's Agents. | |||
The Grand Inquisitor holds up a fist - ordering all supporting units to hold their position. "Hold!" | |||
She then makes a handsign - pinky and forefinger slanted outward, with her thumb held over ring and middle. Wrist bent, fingers pointed downward. | |||
A dozen arrows immediately ricochet off the paving stones surrounding the stand-off. | |||
"Now, now. Using my own tactics against me? I like that. Lady Emilia, lets have a peaceful chat in the palace gardens - and not turn this into a massacre. Terrible way to start a festival..." | |||
Though she lowers her crossbow and reaches out a palm to help Polli up off the ground, dozens of Yxevarii's infamous veteran snipers remain entrenched across countless rooftops - as they did one fateful day in Rines. | |||
"Were an arrow to strike me, this bolt would punch clean through Polli's skull. Though that would end the threat of Polli completing this blasphemous, unlawful, and dangerous ritual, we'd both wind up disappointed." | |||
"Surely you understand your unit is surrounded by the holy city's entire army, its militia, the local Ordos, multiple noble units, and give or take ten thousand angry peasants who would be set off in a murderous rage..." | |||
She chuckles sardonically, knowing full-well the peasants are probably the most dangerous one of all, if only for their sheer numbers and utter ruthlessness. | |||
"We can avoid all that and have a pleasant stroll, a chat, and some tea instead. My treat. What say you?" | |||
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"Were an arrow to strike me, this bolt would punch clean through Polli's skull. Though that would end the threat of Polli completing this blasphemous, unlawful, and dangerous ritual, we'd both wind up disappointed." | |||
"A risk, I was willing to take, Grand Inquisitor." Lady Emilia offered a polite smile that did not reach her eyes. | |||
"If I spent my entire life quivering in my boots over a bunch of boys holding sticks, I'd little time left to enjoy the opportune tea." | |||
Lady Emilia signals and her units relax their guard, but stay prevalent in protecting Polli and obscuring other's view of her in case an rogue archer let's loose. Five soldiers detach and walk behind Lady Emilia as she approaches the Grand Inquisitor either foolishly, or confidently, or both. | |||
"A stroll it is then, bring your friend," she motions to Yao Ling, "I do like meeting new people." | |||
As much as Emilia liked a tense verbal spar, she tread carefully as she knew she faced an opponent that outmatched her. Yet, to show anything but blind confidence was a slippery slope to both political and potential physical ruin. | |||
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Indistinct, faint murmuring had been heard from within the column of light earlier, when all was quiet, and then forgotten in all the hubbub of visitors, drowned under the new noises. | |||
But every so often, someone thinks they hear a garbled voice calling their name. Then, after listening a bit longer, and hearing nothing, write it off as the wind or an overactive imagination. Every once in awhile though, someone listens a bit closer, a bit longer, and nothing is ever heard clearly, but they think they hear something speaking... | |||
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|Content=Listening to the voices, Godfrey takes an goblet from his sachel, an holy symbol of his faith and continues to walk towards the mystical energy pronouncing: | |||
"Oh Eternal Emperor, use this portal to provide us the strength humanity needs to smite the rogues that plague us and the non-believers whom seek to destroy us. Take my blood, which is always yours, as a mark of my commitment, as per the blood oath you took upon me." | |||
Taking his knife, the Prophet took to the scar from the blood oath and allowed it to trickle into the Goblet, of which he then upheld towards the light as the voices became louder. | |||
|Title= Baron of Ippetimbal | |||
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|Content=Mulki Laraak, | |||
What Nothoi has done is never irrelevant anywhere upon Beluaterra. | |||
For Nothoi, | |||
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|Content=For Thalmarkin! For Mordok! For Mankind! | |||
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Dolores, followed by a great number of beasts, humans, and wagons, arrives in the open square by the column of light emanating from the Obeahan temple, and nearby palace. In one section of the square, a tense standoff is occurring, but Dolores pays it no mind. | |||
Having played the harp upon approach, she concluds her mournful, yet beautiful, dirge, and begins sitting, singing a sad song, moving as if flowing in the wind or water, and drawing symbols in chalk around her. All around her, all that has been foraged from their journey is unloaded from the wagons and used to build what seems to be a...shrine?...in front of Dolores. | |||
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|Content=Off in the distance, cresting a hill, a large army bearing the banner of an unfamiliar crystal tree came into view. A small pack of horsemen lead scores of foot soldiers as they marched in orderly columns. Bright banners could be seen everywhere and there was so many bright colors from gold, to amber, to white exploding from various plumage of the soldiers. This army was not making any attempted to be discreet. The men held their heads high as they proudly marched towards the holy city within the forest. Their various armors were a stark contrast compared to those of northern and colder climates. Flexible, breathable, and lacking any fur or padding for warmth. The heavily plated footmen and horsemen positively radiated in the sun with their brightly polished plate. | |||
At the front of the procession the was a tall and lean young man with long black hair and a nasty scar along the left side of his face. A long faintly glowing lance, a buckler that radiated light as bright as coals of a fire, and a plate armor that had glowing runes that seemed to constantly shift. A long elegant cape billowed behind him as he lead the large procession. There was a small but significant circlet upon his brow. This was the recently crowned young Emperor, Jecht Tideweaver, flanked by his Royal Chargers and followed closely by the brightly colored army. | |||
The Shattered Vales have arrived. | |||
|Title= Emperor of Shattered Vales | |||
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|Sender=Gustav Kuriga | |||
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|Content=Gustav turned his gaze to Yao Ling, the hint of recognition buried beneath the zealous fury that burned in them. "I am as I always have been since I turned my back on the Daimons and their heretical religion. Busy ensuring they do not have a path to this continent. Are you here to help me with this, or not?" | |||
He would then walk off intent on arriving where the portal stones had been set in place. He had no interest in rituals or those who sought to gain. He had seen far too often what happened when such things were allowed to run amok. He was going to walk into that portal and fight the damned things that had taken his arm in the first place. | |||
|Title=Ambassador of Vordul Sanguinis | |||
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|Content=The Vales procession had been met by some of the city guard and guided to a section of the city in which they could claim for the duration of their visit. Jecht, as well as some of his councilors, broke away from the main force and proceeded to the heart of the city to seek an audience with the Grandmistress. | |||
Upon finding Grandmistress Saoirse, he opened his arms towards her in greeting. | |||
"Ahh, Saoirse, my good friend. I have returned. This time I brought a few others with me. I am glad to see our ritual is bearing fruit" Jecht says as he makes a pointed look up at the pillar of light. Turning back to the Grandmistress. | |||
"As Emperor of the Vale, I bring my army here as your ally, to ensure the safety of you and yours until the conclusion of this event. I have noticed bannermen of many other realms and know you have opened your borders, so I am sure you will not mind having a few extra arrows at your disposal. I shall ensure my nobles inform any guests you have within these walls that we will not tolerate any harm coming to the city. You can count on us in aiding you in keeping the peace, or putting down anyone who would choose to break it." said the man with a serious tone. "Hopefully, we can treat this as an opportunity to grow and maybe understand each other a little better." | |||
"As a Captain Crusader of the Heralds, I have come to aid in any form that I may be of use. We have had our own "piper", so I've heard them called. A woman named Dolores. She seems genuine enough, and is whom I shall seek out once we have parted ways." continued the Emperor of the Vales. | |||
Additionally, since I departed from the initial portion of the ritual, I have found a man who was able to repair your generous gift in full." Jecht said while indicating his plate mail. The shifting glowing runes were rapidly changing in pattern, but seemed to be painted on the muscular yet lean man's build. | |||
"The Cruel Plate Mail of Grehk has been fully repaired and resized to fit me. It was, uh, initially a little large in the chest area." Jecht coughed a little uncomfortably only to chuckle a bit to cover it up. "If there is aught you need from me Grandmistress, you need only ask. That is what allies are for, double bonded by our shared faith" finished the man. | |||
(OOC: Jecht will pause here for further interaction with Saoirse, however, I will be writing a RP that comes AFTER this conversation.) | |||
|Title=Emperor of Shattered Vales | |||
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|Content=After his visit with the Grandmistress, one of Jecht's runners returned. He had found the mysterious Dolores's location. She had a large gathering of beasts, humans, and wagons at a square near the pillar. As he approached he heard the sound of her voice as she sang a sad song. He did not know what it meant but his instincts continued to scream that he needed to aid the woman. Since her mysterious arrival just a few sunrises ago she seemed to have the Vale's interests at heart, and the way she had sway over the natural things that lived in the Vales gave Jecht a natural inclination to trust her. | |||
"Haldred," Jecht ordered his captain "send a runner to the temple and inform our allies I shall be here. Send a second runner to Imperator Arjan and inform him I want this square heavily guarded. None are to interfere with Dolores or myself save for the Grandmistress, Lady Chamberlian, Lord Blint, or Inquisitor Yxevarii." | |||
"As you command my lord" replied the captain, as he issued orders to two of his fastest riders. | |||
Jecht gracefully dismounted his mare his hair swinging as he did so and he heard some nervous giggles from women in the crowd. He loved his mare, she was the very steed he had ridden in his past two championship jousting bouts. She was a gorgeous midnight black and she lovingly nudged her rider as he stepped forward. He proceeded to the makeshift shrine, the crowds departing before the royal. The woman was singing. There was a comfortable neutral zone where none had dared to enter while she worked. Jecht proceeded forward, crossing its imaginary lines and spoke. | |||
"I have arrived Lady Dolores. How may I assist." | |||
Jecht proceeded to reveal his own magical scrolls to present to the woman while he waited for her to acknowledge him. | |||
|Title=Emperor of Shattered Vales | |||
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|Sender=Valian Stone Daubeny | |||
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|Content=Valian entered the city leading a shambling line of wounded men, the Riot Guard has been beaten. | |||
The men filed off to go to Healing Houses and Valian mumbled a quick prayer for the Goddess to watch over his men. | |||
He looked and offered a smile to Vivian “My thanks, for the help with Elizabeth and for the company, I hope you will be safe here now, I am headed to the Temple, I am meeting the Grand Mistress there if you are also headed that way I could escort you.” | |||
|Title=Knight of Ossmat | |||
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|Content=With the confrontation, and threats to her life, occurring around her, to the point of loosed arrows, Polli maintained her focus, as if she didn't notice, or at least appear to have noticed. Two ultimatums to cease were given, and ignoring both, she continued intoning and drawing. | |||
Crunch, as a piece of chalk left in a vital location was crushed. | |||
Polli puked everywhere, in simultaneous motion to the crunch. A sudden breeze also blew through the square at that moment, then faded back away. Her vomit obscured numerous chalk drawings, and she had ceased to intone the enchanting words. An angry shout, "Damn Obeah!" pierced the air. | |||
A feeling of unconscious disappointment pervaded everyone's emotions in the square, despite anyone's particular conscious thoughts. | |||
Undaunted, though frustrated, Polli sighed, took a knife, sliced a long cut along her arm, and began drawing in blood. | |||
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|Content=Valian heard a shout of damm Obeah, he put Elizabeth down and looked to Vivian “Pleasw look after her for just a minute.” | |||
Valian ran into the Temple Square and came to a halt, he saw a lot of people gathered and someone drawing in Blood and ran over “What in the Goddesses name is this.” | |||
Valian unslung his mace from his hip and raised his shield defensively “What is she doing.” His voice was a low growl, Valian was prepared to start fighting if he had to, but he remember Yxevarii’s lessons and waited . | |||
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|Content=Valian was immediately halted by the 20 sentried units under command of Lady Emilia that surrounded Polli. | |||
"Stay back, this woman is guest of Lady Emilia, just as the Grand Inquisitor will not lay a hand on her, nor will you, Sir." The guard's indicated, not allowing Valian through. | |||
|Title=Dame of Pel Mark | |||
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|Content=(OOC: This is getting hard to keep track of, lol) | |||
Thyne Shrubbery Assaulted! | |||
A pair of Inquisitors watch warily as Dolores and her band of misfits finish looting Keffa. They've followed behind long enough to witness the theft of private and public property a dozen times over; including some bits that are pricelessly irreplaceable like exotic flowers or other bobs brought from other continents by immigrants such as Grand Chancellor Antonia's former seafarers. When they proceed to use their many stolen, if utterly eccentric and otherwise useless, goods to partake of some ritual, the Inquisitors call for backup and move in to make the arrest. | |||
The lead Inquisitor makes a secret sign, one of impending danger, silently informing nearby allies that trouble is brewing. | |||
A nearby Templar joins the fray after seeing the signs of a potential ritual, sending his partner off to find their commanding officer. Presumably they're watching the aftermath of the other ritual's sordid stand-off, now seemingly defused. | |||
"You! Come with me!" While the Templar moves in to commandeer the cart and hold its contents hostage, the Inquisitors walk up and roughly grab the Piper. | |||
"Halt! You're under arrest for theft of private and public property, as well as illegal public ritualistic assembly!" | |||
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As they begin to walk away, Grand Inquisitor Yxevarii's smile turns into a snarl when Polli loudly curses Obiah, draws a blade, and renews her efforts at producing ritualistic effect. Many in the watching crowds gasp in horror, with cries of "Blasphemy!" and "Heretic!" booming loud from every direction. With no time to spare, she leaves her companions and charges full-speed toward Polli, sending peasants reeling in every direction. One should never stand in the way of a Grand Inquisitor on the rampage, as one particular peasant with a freshly-broken rib has drunkenly forgotten. | |||
"HERESY! BLOOD MAGIC! SEIZE THEM!" | |||
Yxevarii screams at the top of her lungs, not even bothering to brandish her weapons. Simply, mindlessly, utterly intent on ramming Polli right off their feet - knocking wind from lungs and blade from hand. | |||
(OOC: Is Polli male or female?) | |||
|Title= Grand Inquisitor of Obia'Syela | |||
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|Content= Mulki walks over to Dolores and picks up a pretty flower, asking, "Hi! Am Mulki, wha's your name? This flower real pretty! Can Mulki have?" She smiles dumbly, clearly not all that right in the head, but with a well-meaning heart of gold. | |||
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|Content=Keffa was Obeahs Holy City, thousands of the faithful were mingling with the unaccustomed visitors from other realms and Soothsayers. | |||
Even within the ritual chamber Kristina heard swiftly of the shouts of the wretched Polli in damnation of Obeah. Within a pious city like Keffa it was a wonder the peasants themselves did not rip her limb from limb for such blasphemy. | |||
She caled out to one of the Inquisitorial guard who had been the picture of vigilance since she returned to the city: "Franklin, tell your Mistress to have the Soothsayer Polli hanged from the walls before the wretched woman causes a riot." | |||
|Title= Baroness of Zwering, Priestess of Heralds of Obeah | |||
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|Content=A fork full of rice pauses halfway to Nerta’s mouth as Jacinda drops into the chair across from her with a clank. As the server is flagged down, Nerta finishes her bite with a mumble, “All cities are mad houses, this one is just more honest about it. I like it.” Cleaning away scattered rice from her shirt she adds, “And the Old Man wants to take a closer look at this light show. He’s worried, and I quote, ‘Barbarians are messing with things they don’t understand, again.’ He then starts muttering something about the 3rd invasion, Valhus and portents of doom. Standard Old Man talk..” | |||
If the specter takes offense to this there’s no sign, but there is a new arrival. The man was dressed in a patchwork of brightly coloured yet rough material that brought to mind a jester more than the vivacious and richly dressed Keffans. | |||
With hands folded before him the stranger’s posture was both stiff and relaxed, “Pardon me. You are Nerta; Foederati of Ar Agyr?” | |||
The rich accent and clipped words were so unlike the Keffans, but though it was warm and inviting, the sharp revelation of her origin set Nerta on edge. “Let me guess, Maurice.” | |||
The man smiles, too broadly, and offers a little bow revealing a lute slung across his back, "I am. One told me you preferred speech over the pen. Now what would you have me do? I need Ar Agyr's direction on what is best. Ritual or Kill? The Ar Agyr that is here, in Keffa. That is you." | |||
Having recognized Jacinda's Agyrian dress and companionship with Nerta, Maurice turned towards her, "And you." | |||
Sharing a glance with Jacinda, Nerta gestures with her fork, “I would start by having you provide answers. Who… sent you, and what can you tell us about the ritual. Right. And who are you trying to kill?” | |||
As the Old Man suggests that final question, Maurice begins to thoughtlessly hum a tune in time with the specter’s normally silent words. It causes Nerta to pause and narrow her eyes. This man is…. oddly familiar. | |||
"Keffa called to me,” the man waves vaguely, “to welcome It to Ar Agyr. The ritual is to welcome It into Ar Agyr and I would lead it, with Ar Agyr's support. I am not trying to kill anyone, but the Others will try to take It from Ar Agyr, so we, the Ar Agyr in Keffa, should choose whether I should begin the ritual or kill some Others first. We need at least Two Others alive to complete the rituals." | |||
“Others…” Nerta’s words draw out as pieces start to click together, “like…. you. Others who receive dreams, speak with the dead, hear strange sounds. Others who are tugged about by unseen forces. Others who are Blooded, who are touched by the Ice Queen. Her Augurs.” | |||
Eyes widening, Nerta’s dropped fork bounces atop the table as she turns to Jacinda, “Did Jetta come with you? If she’s here, she’s in danger. Especially if these barbarians start trying to murder Blooded to stop rituals of theft.” | |||
Looking around the cheerful bazaar filled with laughter and colour, Nerta runs a hand through her hair and hunches over the table, “The Old Man was right, this is a nightmare. These kingdoms barely get along as it is, but a mysterious power that can be stolen away and hoarded by only a few? It's a loaded crossbow in the centre of the room. This city will be painted in blood as each tries to steal this Obian ritual or thwart their rivals...” | |||
Exhaling sharply the woman’s eyes are hard, “Maurice, you must know. Can this not be averted? Can we stop the slaughter, stop the rituals? These people do not deserve it.” | |||
|Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | |||
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The sparking, shimmering, liquid-like lightbeam began to transition from a light blue into a bright yellow. Staying yellow for about fifteen minutes, it then transformed into a vivid red. And remaining this red for another fifteen minutes, it then began to development into an impenetrably-pure black. The mysteries of black lights would be debated for years to come. Another fifteen minutes remaining in this pitch black state, the beam of light began evolving into a bold green. This green also lingered for fifteen minutes. What colour was to come next? As all watched the beam, it began to shift into a bright yellow once more. Continuing to observe the light hues, it was firmly noted that it continued to cycle through these colours. | |||||||||
Lighting the Clouds
The column of light is transitioning in colours, fifteen minutes at a time, from bright yellow to vivid red to impenetrably-pure black to bold green, back to bright yellow, vivid red, impenetrably-pure black, bold green, bright yellow... | |||||||||
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With so many in Keffa from across the continent, and with most of the various travellers having arrived, Keffa had become both a zoo and cosmopolitan city seemingly overnight, with every manner of animal and human alike populating the city, having either felt the pull themselves or followed a traveller. Domestic beasts of burden and leisure, wild beasts, from all quarters, climates, and habitats populated the city just as much as humanity from all walks of life, class, trade, and origin. Each hour was now marked by the 15-minute increments of bright yellow, vivid red, impenetrably-pure black, and bold green coloured hues casting their shifting lights over the city, day and night. | |||||||||
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Dolores, followed by a great number of beasts, humans, and wagons, arrives in the open square by the column of light emanating from the Obeahan temple, and nearby palace. In one section of the square, a tense standoff is occurring, but Dolores pays it no mind. Having played the harp upon approach, she concluds her mournful, yet beautiful, dirge, and begins sitting, singing a sad song, moving as if flowing in the wind or water, and drawing symbols in chalk around her. All around her, all that has been foraged from their journey is unloaded from the wagons and used to build what seems to be a...shrine?...in front of Dolores. | |||||||||
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