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| colspan= | | colspan=3 |'''Colour Hues''' | ||
The sparking, shimmering, liquid-like lightbeam began to transition from a light blue into a bright yellow. | The sparking, shimmering, liquid-like lightbeam began to transition from a light blue into a bright yellow. | ||
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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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|Sender= | |Sender=Emilia Delamoire | ||
|Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | |Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | ||
|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= | |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. | |Content=Looking to the passers by and shielding his face, Godfrey followed Gustav towards the portal, inquiring into the magical manifest. | ||
|Title= Ambassador of Vordul Sanguinis | |Title= Ambassador of Vordul Sanguinis | ||
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"And I rule Ossmat, not holiest Keffa. This is Grand Templar Vahanian's domain, and- damn it Lyssandra, stand down!" | "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. | Lyssandra, being her usual over-zealous self, swings the chain of her main kusarigama 'round and around her head in an arc. | ||
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...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. | ...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. | 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. | ||
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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. | 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. | ||
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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. | 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. | ||
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The Shattered Vales have arrived. | The Shattered Vales have arrived. | ||
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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. | |||
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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.) | |||
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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. | |||
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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.” | |||
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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. | |||
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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. | |||
|Title= Commoner of Obia'Syela | |||
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|Sender=Kristina Chamberlain | |||
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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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|Sender=Nerta the Weaver | |||
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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.” | |||
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Colour Hues
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
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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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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. At a short distance from the temple walls, in an open square, she concluded her trumpet playing and began to incant and draw symbols upon the ground with chalk. | |||||||||
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Murmuring Light
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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Roleplaying Event
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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