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|Sender=Rosko Nabarl | |||
|Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | |||
|Content=It wasn’t exactly hard to see the towering pillar of light, so Rosko and his troops had just kept heading towards is, small groups running off ahead to check on the easiest route. | |||
Arriving where there was a lot of commotion, and apparently some rituals and such, a bit of a battle, some shouting, Rosko assumed this must be where everyone was gathering, and had his men at ease, but ready to go. | |||
A group came along to try to escort them away from the area, to which the soldiers snapped to attention as Rosko sent them on their way. He would not be leaving here now, he was here to see what was going on, and destroy and daemons if they appeared. | |||
|Title= Margrave of Vatrona | |||
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|Sender=Yao Ling Pryde | |||
|Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | |||
|Content=Yao Ling stopped when the wild stag looked at her. It turned towards the temple of Daishi that still stood in the center of the city and began to plod that way. | |||
Yao Ling followed as the voices from the light seemed to grow stronger for a moment. Then they faded away as the local soldiers began to escort people out of the square. | |||
Yao Ling moved closer to the stag and it walked straight into the temple complex without deviating in any direction. Only when they were inside the walls did the stag stop and turn to look at her once more. Its expression was expectant. | |||
Yao Ling turned her head to see the Obian soldiers clearing the square and waved one of the temple acolytes over. | |||
"Please get this fine fellow some food," she ordered. "He has done me a great service today." | |||
Then she walked up onto the walls to see what she could see. | |||
|Title= Sophos of Nothoi | |||
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|Sender=Godfrey Greybrook | |||
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|Content=Losing himself in the fevour, Godfrey fell onto both knees and placed the Goblet, now filled with blood. Then, taking a scroll out of his satchel and rolling it out before him, the Prophet began to cite his sermons, hoping the sworn would hear him and that that while the portal was made from Heraldic energies, the true champion of humanity would use it to shape the future of all whom occupied the city of Keffa, the unholy birthplace of Obeah, for the better. | |||
|Title= Ambassador of Vordul Sanguinis, Priest of Vordulism | |||
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|Sender=Emilia Delamoire | |||
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|Content=Emilia was hard pressed as the wave of Obian soldiers and peasants rushed her units as they attempted to protect Polli and her ritual. | |||
The sound in the vicinity went from a dull roar to a cacophony of unrest as battle rung out in full force. | |||
Disadvantaged due to her short height, Lady Emilia couldn't see anything, but drew a short sword and looked out in a panic. | |||
"EMILIA! They are attacking!" Yelled Captain Brictilda. | |||
Emilia, seeing only the peasants throwing stones and anything they can find at her troops while the Obian troops pressed forward with shields. | |||
"I can see that!" She responded loudly. | |||
"NO, Lord Gustav us Attacking!!!" Brictilda yelled back, thrusting out her shield and deflecting an arrow that sailed toward Emilia. | |||
"WHAT!?!" She screamed back in response, clearly surprised at the unexp ected action from the sponsor of the Golden Southern Legion. | |||
From that moment on, things became complete chaos. The young noble woman knew that those defending the city from Lord Gustav would soon not discern the difference between the rogue Lord Gustav and her troops. | |||
"POLLI! DO WHATEVER IT IS YOU NEED TO DO AND DO IT NOW!" Emilia shouted as she half ran half crawled through the mayhem to kneel on the ground next to Polli and her ritualistic drawing. | |||
|Title= Dame of Pel Mark | |||
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|Sender=Aelanta Peregrine | |||
|Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | |||
|Content=This one house overlooking the market square seemed somewhat out of place here. It had heavily reinforced walls, windows fortified with thick iron bars. It's only door was a square chunk of metal, size-wise best fit for a dwarf. It looked like a disguised fortress and it sure was one. | |||
Aelanta remembered very well how this old manor was turned into a mini-citadel. It was her uncle's project, back when he served Eldest Wilhelm of Grehkia and they resided in Keffa. He always expected a dagger in his back, her uncle. And he eventually got it, but not in a manner that he could have protected himself from. Such is the irony of life. | |||
Aelanta was looking out of the third floor's barred window as the ruckus in the streets was getting more intense. First nobles clashed and now the peasants showed up with improvised weapons. There will be blood soon. Was it a part of the ritual? She looked up, over the roofs, and immediately saw the pillar of light connecting the sky with the local temple. It was absolutely terrifying. | |||
"I am scared, my lady," Petra, one of her amazons, blurted out, as if having read her lady's own thoughts. Aelanta turned around and eyed the three women from her retinue who were present in the room. Young Petra and Helena were on duty, guarding their lady's chambers. Septinia, her captain, has just returned from a patrol bearing the news: Rogue, Aelanta's own wildcat, still was nowhere to be found. Truth be told, one of the main reasons Aelanta was here was to find Rogue, who ran away along with countless other beasts following the pipers to Keffa. Septinia also brought in fresh correspondence. | |||
"It seems that we have a choice before us on whether to work together to see the ritual through, or to turn on each other in a bloodbath to stop it." Aelanta read aloud. Her skin crawled when she reached the word "bloodbath". When she raised her eyes from the letter, she noticed that all three other women were looking out of the window. Their eyes reflected various emotions, ranging from fear to anger. | |||
"I think it calls my name," said Petra, her gaze transfixed on the pillar of light. Her voice sounded almost desperate. "It also says something I can't quite get. But in my dreams I can remember it all and it scares me so much I wake up. And then I immediately forget it again." | |||
"It says I will die here." Helena added in her husky voice. | |||
Aelanta shivered and looked out of the window once more. The mob was still in motion, like a stormy sea. It moved according to some secret patterns, it seemed. Each man and each woman were like chess pieces on a board. Being positioned carefully by powers that be to start the good old game where only one colour wins in the end. | |||
|Title= Dame of Firbalt | |||
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|Sender=Phelan Dragonborn | |||
|Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | |||
|Content= Phelan had watched from a doorway in amusement as a beautiful woman, he found out later it was Yao Ling Pryde, collected, fed, and even followed the many creatures who had been drawn to Keffa. Being a humble commoner, he would never approach her. He looked around and saw many nobles from many realms. He of course knew Emperor Jecht of the Vales. The Emperor had been speaking to Grand Mistress Saoirse. Yxevarii looked to be having a good time, though her bottle was running dry. | |||
Phelan watched it all and pondered the pipers all of which were asking if their lords wanted to selfishly keep "It" solely for their own realms by killing all the rest or if they were inclined to work together and share whatever "It" was. He hoped this gathering of almost all the realms of BT which had the feel of a carnival or a baudy celebration would turn into the bloodiest battle this island had ever seen, | |||
|Title= Commoner of Shattered Vales | |||
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|Sender=Antonia Fitz Roberts | |||
|Recipients=Everyone in Keffa | |||
|Content=Antonia had been enjoying a few quiet days in the parlour of her estate, drinking wine and playing cards with her companions, Jessica curled up at her feet. She had left the balcony doors open behind her and her ladies occasionally flinched at the sounds of whatever was occurring outside. | |||
"My lady, should we not..." Rosie had asked more than once, but had been silenced for the third time by Antonia holding up her hand and saying 'Eponine, I'll raise you 40 gold and this tiara' | |||
In the end Rosie had given up. Afterall, her mistress deserved a rest, she had spent the last month and a half traipsing all across the realm inspecting granaries and mills, discussing theology with minor prelates and addressing large crowds of commoners, convincing them to come under the guidance of the one true Faith. The beating she had received at the hand of Daishi followers had hurt her pride more than her body, although the broken clavicle was still very sore. Rosie knew that Antonia had been tempted to raise the banners once again and conduct a personal crusade against the unfaithful. Why she had not was anyone's guess | |||
It had been many days since all this mess in Keffa had started and Antonia had not looked out of the window once. At that moment, however, a messenger boy was shown into the room and coughed to try and get Antonia's attention. Antonia looked up, curious. The boy was clearly not a member of her own household, for one thing he was male and for another his livery was frankly ghastly. | |||
"What is it?" she asked, pouring another glass of wine, before thinking better of it and downing the bottle. | |||
"erm, we have reports that the Grand Inquisitor could use your assistance" the boy stammered | |||
Antonia smiled sweetly at that "well, surely then she can have her little pet heretic deal with the crisis" | |||
"erm, m'lady, I don't think that Valian is technically a hereti.....ouch!!!" the boy yelped, having had an ashtray flung at his face. He began sobbing at the blood ran down his nose onto his livery. | |||
"Relax boy, a broken nose will do much to improve your visage and that livery was already ruined before you had blood on it" she turned to Rosie "I am going to go and see what all the fuss is about, it's been very loud. Quite inconsiderate, when you think about it, trying to have a relaxing bath with all those flashing lights, height of rudeness. Never wanted anything to do with this blasted thing in the first place, but I guess even the grand prissy prude needs a hand sometimes for one 'so crude and vile' as me. Fetch me a bottle, I'm going out" | |||
"Shouldn't some of us go with you?" Rosie asked, "there's rioting in the streets, some say, and..." | |||
"I am quite capable of protecting myself, besides Jessica is coming with me" she glanced down at her food stained priestly vestments and looked over to the two stands in the corner. One held a second set of robes, carefully cleaned by the household servants. The other bore the weight of her scarlet armour, the snarling fox mask glaring at her. No need for any of that, and certainly no point changing. Riots were messy affairs and blood went rather well with curry. "See you in a jiffy, do wait up, I want to finish the game later. Actually sod it, pack away, Eponine is cleaning me out" | |||
She clicked her fingers for the cat to follow her, picked up from a bowl what she thought was an apple, spat it out and cursed Vahannian for leaving yet another onion in her fruit bowl. Grabbing an actual apple, she swiftly went down the stairs, across her well-maintained courtyard and out the side gate. She strolled along the canal, gazing in curiosity at all the hub bub going on around her. | |||
"Oh do piss off" she said absentmindedly as a man sidled up to her, pushing him into the canal. "Not as good as Rines" she muttered, "look, it's nowhere near deep up enough, he's cracked his head on the bottom. He'll drown now, isn't that a shame Jessy?" She sauntered off down the street, biting into her apple and humming a merry tune before switching into a bawdy song that made some merchant's wives blush | |||
She pushed her way through the Vales soldiers, vaguely wandering what the hell they were doing here. Some tried to stop her, but seeing the cat and the dagger in her belt, plus the look in her eyes, they obviously thought better of it. At last, she found Yxevarii. Tapping her on the shoulder, she remarked casually, as if talking about the delightful weather we'd been having | |||
"I understand there's a spot of bother you need a little hand with?" | |||
|Title= Grand Chancellor of Obia'Syela, Dame of Keffa, Priestess of Obeah | |||
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|Sender=Kristina Chamberlain | |||
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|Content=She hadn't truly recovered from the ritual to create the pillar as yet... containing the magics had taken an effort of will that was far beyond what she thought was possible, now guests of the Kingdom sought to denature and destabilise it... she could not allow it to happen. | |||
She had spent the days in prayer, praying for strength, praying for the edges of the Goddess power to protect her work. Even sleep had been no respite as the pillar called to her, literally pulling her toward it. She woke unrested and tired in the depths of her soul.... now there were constant reports from the faithful of blood magic being practiced in the Holy city, daimonologists plying their crafts... | |||
She felt the void in her soul like a gnawing hunger, while at the same time feeling nauseated. It had taken a huge effort even to light the braziers at Ossmat and now she trembled on the verge of exhausted tears. The temptation to pull from the pillar was there, but so was the potential for the pillar to pull back and consume her. | |||
Pulling back the veil she shooed the inquisitors as she mounted the stairs and pulled herself up to the balcony at the crest of the Temple, she had preached to the masses from here on many occasions reaching the ears and minds of thousands at a time.... never though had the square thronged with so many crammed and teeming through the marketplace. | |||
Despite her protests a pair of Inquisitors appeared at her sides eyes vigilant looking for threats... gripping the balustrade she accepted the wave of blinding pain as she allowed her eyes to truly see... the faith was awash, vibrant and shimmering as an ever expanding bubble across the city... then she saw it, her ears tuning until she could hear the husky invocations of the Vordulist. She had never thought of blood magic as a reality, but she could see the creeping stain of his invocation rising and seeping toward the pillar. Invoking the Goddess she pulled on the thread if his words and intent, feeling the spell as she pictured it being wrapped around a spindle. | |||
The bitter taste of his magics filled her mouth and she tried with limited success to change its nature to the primal energy that she herself was so lacking. It writhed within her unnaturally and she sought its release almost as quickly as she had absorbed its potency. Her eyes normally the golden hue of the Obean workings, were streaked the crimson of the blood priests as she extended her will to the east, a spiritual self shutting and barring the doors of the temple, magically sealing them. | |||
His magic made her feverish, shaking with its casting and the need to evacuate it from herself. | |||
But she needed more, there were pockets of alien workings across the square and the market place and she pulled on them all, feeling their alien quality like the whispers one would hear in the woods or in an unfamiliar house. | |||
The pressure was much but she could not be allowed to fail. Slamming the doors of the northern corridor left her barely standing. Then she saw it, a flare of golden energy from one of the coffee houses near to the Temple, distraught she could feel the child's soul howl as Obeah used her as conduit, and Kristina once more set to harnessing the primal fire. It entered her outstretched hand and she felt with satisfaction, as the child went limp, sleeping a restorative sleep... the burn of the fire quickly devoured the alien magics, once again lighting her eyes golden. The air felt cool around her and as the pressure dropped she could see the play of golden lightning arcing between fingers and along her hair. How the child had held so much energy she would never know, more than fifty years of training and she could barely restrain the power as it surged and discharged in its tiny arcs. | |||
As the burning fires both fed and devoured her she imagined once again how it would be to enter the column of light... | |||
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