D'Arricarrère Family/Torpius/Miscellaneous RPs
Zena Jadewarrior
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| Dear Sister Zena,
My divine mission forces me to remain a pilgrim, not being able to stay for long in a place as I would personally rather. Before I move from Pian en Luries, would Your Grace grant me the pleasure of sharing a meal and a conversation? Dei te incolumen custodiant, | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Fire Prophet of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| Fire prophet Torpius,
I would be honored as I have been hoping for a chance to speak with you. I am so grateful your pilgrimage brought you here and I understand that you can not stay. I will have the cooks prepare a pleasant meal and welcome you this evening even or whenever is best for you. I'll be sure to have them prepare some food for your travels as well. And I hope and pray that when the time comes for you to leave us that you may have a quick and safe journey to your next destination. With humble admiration, | |
| Zena Jadewarrior (Marchioness of Askileon) | |
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| Dear Sister Zena,
Indeed that is more than asked, and perhaps deserved. My deep gratitude. Please inform the servants in my estate on what day and time suits you better, and I shall arrange my agenda to have that moment available. Dei te incolumen custodiant, | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Fire Prophet of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| The entire estate was bustling with excitement as news of the Fire prophet's visit buzzed through the household. After seeing that the cooks were putitng together a travel package with bread and cheese and other non perishables. Zena scrawled a quick parchment and handed it to her scribe.
"Here is a little something extra with the understanding that you will see that this message arrives sooner then later," she told the young lad with a stern but gentle voice as she handed him his wages. The boy feeling that the pouch was a few coins heavier smiled and offered assurance, "Not even the wind will catch me today, m'lady." Finishing her duties for the afternoon Zena made her way to the garden. Near the garden entrance was a pile of rocks. Looking them over she picked a medium sized one with a smooth flat surface. Then she carefully placed it at the end of a ever growing labryinth of rocks. Stepping carefully on the newly placed rock she begin to follow the pathway to its core. Each drawn out step she focused on her breathing as she emptied her mind, removing the fear of uncertainty she felt for the people of Askileon, the toils and heartache of war and the many other things that weighed heavily on her heart and her mind. When she reached the center she knelt down and closed her eyes. When she felt her mind and body truly at peace she softly began to speak. "I believe in the holy flames, which purify living and dead. I honor my ancestors, who give me courage and strength. I respect the spirits, who influence tides and seasons. I worship the Gods, who rule heaven and earth. I renounce the impurity, which corrupts mind and body. I reject the underlords, who consume flesh and soul." Sometime later Zena stood up and as she was tracing the path back she caught a glimpse of what looked like a white tiger a short ways off in the distance. This wasn't the first time she had seen this and yet still it made her stop and gasp. Before she could be sure of what she was seeing it vanished without a trace. | |
| Zena Jadewarrior (Marchioness of Askileon) | |
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| Night was falling, and after a long day of preaching through the streets of Askileon Torpius arrived in his estate. He dropped a rather heavy bag filled with scrolls, amulets and offerings received during the day, and then proceeded to do the same with his own body in an oaken armchair. He let his eyes rest closed and his mind drift to lands distant in both time and space from his current location. Then he seemed to hear a small boy gasping startled, and while his mind tried to process it he heard fast steps. Opening an eye he saw the figure of one of the servants' child disappearing through a door. He sighed with the realization that now they would knew of his presence, and in a matter of seconds they made it clear.
The first one arrived and bowed, announcing there were people carrying children to be blessed, and that most of them had been waiting for hours. Before he finished speaking his most trusted scribe, a thin, slightly curved, old-looking man whose height towered over any of his other servants, silently brought a large stack of papers and parchment and dropped them loud and unceremoniously in the table. Torpius answered the first servant with a weary smile that he would be conducting a blessing ceremony, instructing him to provide enough clean water to wash the hands and heads of the filigrees, and turned to his scribe, his voice showing not the slightest interest: "What do you bring me now, Venerio, anything of importance?". His scribe silently took most of the correspondence, creating a second pile, leaving three letters from the first stack. Torpius skimmed through the first one and quickly placed it in the second pile, for storage along other bureaucratic reports, took the second one, smiled and grabbed the pen and parchment his scribe was already handling him. After writing a short reply he started to make a request to Venerio, but with a mocking smile the scribe revealed the texts he was going to ask him to bring. Torpius made a half-annoyed, half-amused face and made a dismissing gesture with his hand while he wrote his signature and sealed the letter: "Yes, yes, send them attached to the reply... Why do you even torture me with this if you already know what my answer will be? I should have you flogged for your insolence. Reading my private correspondence before me and without my permission..." he trailed off while he read the last message and his semblance lost some of the tiredness and indifference he was showing earlier. "Ah, the invitation from the Marchioness, excellent, tomorrow I will not be needing you, so take a day off from your duties, go do whatever old fools like you do." To this the scribe made a few hand gestures in reprimand while holding a stern look over Torpius' eyes, who dismissed him with his hand while saying: "Yes, I know about that, I will see the Tyrist-issue when I am back from Luria Nova, and... no, no buts, it will be done then and this is the end of the matter. And I already know your opinion about it, thank you very much. I hope to hear when I am back that at least in one day during my absence you took a day off, stole some coins from me, gambled, seduced one of the maids or did anything besides your duties. And that is not counting tomorrow. If you do not start doing anything besides working you will burn out way too fast and be of even less use than you already are to me now. Dispatch a messenger confirming my presence in the Marchioness' meal, if you have not already. Dismissed." Ending the phrase with a dismissing hand gesture and pretending to read one of the letters, Torpius awaited until Venerio left not without showing a silent, yet eloquent and unconstrained, opposition. With a sad look on the now closed door, Torpius wondered how many wounds were still open in the soul of that man from the terrible night in which he lost his wife, children and tongue, and if he would be ever able to see them healed, for despite the disdain they seemed to treat each other with there was great affection between the two men. | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Fire Prophet of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| When the sun began to set and Torpius returned to his estate the servants had already informed the visitors that there would be no ceremony with the prophet that day. Instead he limited himself to check his correspondence - this time without Venerio's help - and cleansing himself. It had been a busy day, as they usually were, but today he was more enthusiastic than usual, having found renewed energies. After the bath he dressed a simple white linen garment, put a traveling coat over it, took a small wooden box and departed. Arriving at the Marchioness' estate he announced himself, and asked the servants to deliver the box to his hostess, containing a green jade salamander with a few small details in gold and vermeil connecting it to a carnelian base. The sculpture was not too large, the salamander itself being no longer than the palm of a hand and the base fitting in both hands open. | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Fire Prophet of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| Nearing the early evening Zena stepped away from her duties when one of her attendants informed her they had drawn her a hot bath. She sighed as the warmth of the water eased her tender muscles. She laid her head back and as the warm water caressed her body she found herself unable to keep from drifting off to sleep.
The image of the white tiger entered her dream as it had for the past few months. It would appear first from a distance and as it began to move away she would start to follow it. Each time the tiger seemed to guide her as she followed it through a hazy forest. Yet she always seemed to awaken before she could complete the journey and see where it was taking her. Tonight was different she felt a feeling of comfort and trust as she followed deeper into the forest. They entered into a clearing near a small lake with a roaring waterfall that seemed surreal. Beyond the area everything else was covered in a blanket of fog making the clearing below the waterfall feel completely excluded from the world. She turned to look for the tiger and noticed it vanish beyond the curtain the roaring water made as it fell from the rocks above into the lake below. She stepped forward to follow then stopped in her tracks as the water parted before her. Stepping out from the water was a personage that was beyond description yet reminded Zena of her mother. "Do not be alarmed," her voice seemed to embrace Zena with comfort and love. "My name is Elora. We do not often get permission for this kind of contact. You have a very open mind Zena which was why the Lioness granted this. How much you will remember or even understand when you awaken I do not know. But I have a message for you from the keeper of justice. Are you ready to receive it?" Zena's mind was full of questions but she nodded. Elora reached towards Zena and touched her forehead. Zena awoke in her bath, her water gone cold, with a start. When one of her servants knocked sharply on her door a short time later Zena jumped. She had been lost in thought trying to recall and understand this dream that seemed already to allude her. "Come in," she said softly as one of the servants entered. "Mistress the Fire Prophet has arrived," she said as she handed the small wooden box to Zena. "The Fire Prophet is here?" Realizing she had completely lost track of the time, she gathered the folds of her burgandy dress into one hand so she could move more freely. "Lets not keep him waiting." She took the small wooden box in the other hand and quickly made her way down the stairs to welcome the Fire Prophet in person. "What a joyous day full of surprises." she said with a smile as she greeted Torpius with a kiss on both cheeks. They spoke for a few minutes and then she invited him into the dining room. She sat the small wooden box on the table and once they were both settled she smiled again. "It means the world to me that you took the time to visit. If it is not to much to ask would you do the honors of blessing our meal?" | |
| Zena Jadewarrior (Marchioness of Askileon) | |
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| When Zena arrived Torpius, who had taken out his travel coat and handled it to a servant, bowed, and while receiving the kisses his face showed a moment of surprise, but was soon suppressed by a fond smile, relieved by her kindness. "Dear Zena, how fare you? I apologize for the simplicity of my appearance, specially in sight of such a graceful presence. I hope not to be keeping you away from your duties." His face betrayed mixture of joy, tenderness and a profound but momentarily forgotten weariness. A few wrinkles ran deeply across his front and eyes, and there was a slight dark hue around his eyes.
After reaching the dining room and receiving Zena's invitation Torpius answered: "The pleasure of your company is all mine, milady, I was longing to share more words with you, but distance and duties never allowed me to. Now let me see..." He rolled up his sleeves to the elbows and raised bow hands, one with the palm down and the other with the palm up, before professing the short oration: | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Fire Prophet of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| With her eyes closed in reverence, Zena was overcome with comfort, peace and a warmth she couldn't explain as the Fire prophet spoke. The words of the prayer seemed to echo and ignite in every fiber of her being.
She returned a smile to Torpius as he shared his concerns. "I have given much thought to the current situation, but I do not worry for my future but rather for the future of Askileon and the good people who live here. You see I feel there is a guiding force in my life and it seems to provide for my needs even thou I do not rely on it to do so. I do not even understand it fully," she paused to gather her thoughts. "If things take a turn for the worse I will do my part and then continue moving forward with the knowledge that I did my best with what was given to me. Perhaps my next task will be to open a door for the church in Corsanctum." Her eyes glimmered at the proposition. She continued, " I have been perplexed of late by a strange dream I keep having. Id like to share it with you." She began to recount the dream of the white tiger and the spirit Elora. Perhaps you will think I am insane for I am almost certain I have seen the same white tiger even while awake. I did some research and while flipping through some theories of mythology I found a reference to the Lioness mentioned in the Third War of the Gods. The Goddess Nasla of the peace council was called the Lioness. Perhaps you can tell me more of her? Is it possible that a spirit who works for her could be influencing my dreams? | |
| Zena Jadewarrior (Marchioness of Askileon) | |
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| Torpius frowned after hearing Zena's plan. "Corsanctum? Do you have any acquaintances there? For I am unsure if you would be allowed to open a temple of our faith in there, it is not only a Theocracy, but it is considered the center of Sanguis Astroism. I have lost already one good brother to the cold north, I would rather not lose another. Is that where your heart guides you? For if that is so, then my objections are meaningless."
After hearing about Zena's dream, he became pensive, his gaze lost in air. "Yes, it seems that you are experiencing a higher call... Elora, Nasla... But no, I do not believe you are insane, my kind Zena." His smile returned an looking back at her he seemed to relax. "In fact, I believe your faith and the purity of your heart have made you a chosen one, and by noone else than the Lioness. If she has judged you worthy, as I believe, then you will be asked for a task, perhaps even to devote your life to the Goddess. In any case what is sure is that should you heed the call sacrifices will be asked from you, but you will also receive many boons." "Nasla..." Torpius started, his face showing he was trying to find something inside his mind, of difficult access. "How can I say? I know some things about her, though through the eyes of Katrina and Korroth. In my visions they showed me much of the history of the Gods, and naturally Nasla was an important part of it. It was quite... like a dream, in where there are some things that you know, but you ignore how, you simply see the person or object and certain qualities are implied... In any case, Nasla is seen by my Gods as a fair and protective Goddess, like a mother, but also a proud and mighty opponent, one to fear if on the other side of the battlefield. Of course that speaking of the Gods 'battlefield' is but a metaphor so that our mortal minds can understand, as are many of the images I wrote down about the history of the Gods. But let me recapitulate." Torpius thought for a little bit and restarted: "In the story I was 'told', Nasla appears during the first war of the Gods, on Vlan's side. Instead of pursuing personal glory, as her strength certainly would have allowed her to, she used her power to protect the weak. She was also highly loyal, staying with Vlan until the end, even after defeat was a certain outcome, saving as many as possible. It was as adversaries in such war that she met Tyka, Katrina and Korroth, who after seeing her prove herself both as a warrior and as a noble - metaphorically, of course -, became her closest allies." Torpius reclined and crossed his legs. "During the end of the second age Nasla reappears in the conclave of the Gods, and the shape it took is greatly owed to her, for Tyka had a fierce nature and did not oppose war, Waren abstained from such matters and Nalucht was favorable to a more pragmatic position of satisfying some of the lust of the mighty, at the expense of the weak. However, for some reason she was able to convince the Sweet Tongue himself, and the world saw peace and coexistence for the first time." He put the leg back on the floor and concluded. "If I had to describe her flaws, as seen by my Gods, I would say she is stubborn and may sin by pride. On the other hand she is the safe heaven when everything is falling apart, the last one to give up, and perhaps the kindest with those of pure heart. But all this is a partial vision, you may know another side completely different of the Goddess, and with the contrast we will be able to learn more about our respective Gods." He now gazed Zena and asked: "Are you unable to recall what was Elora's message? Please, try making an effort. But if your memory does not help, do not worry, we can attempt other methods, like meditation or prayer." | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Fire Prophet of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| She stared off into the distance for a minute as if she could see the distant land they spoke of. She turned her attention back to Torpius, "You taught me that opening discussions of faith with others can often open a door where there seems none. My family is dear friends of the Ironsun Family. A cousin of mine, Lady Evalynn fell deeply in love with Aeolus Ironsun he was killed in a time of war and alas there story had a rather tragic ending but he holds a special place in her heart even to this day. That aside my family has deep respect for their family and they seem to hold the same regard for the Jadewarrior's. I understand the nature of Corsanctum and that it seems like a unlikely and very difficult task. Yet Conan Ironsun has recently been elected ruler of the theocracy and I simply wish to open the lines of communication regarding our perspective faiths. I know my place is here and I have no intention of leaving." She smiled at the fire prophet hoping he could see the sincerity of her words. As they discussed her dream Zena listened intently and with awe as Torpius spoke of the benevolent Gods. As he finished she sat back in her chair to see if she could recall the message that had alluded her in wakefulness. Try as she might she could not seem to pull the message from her subconscious. She looked towards Torpius thoughtfully, "I do seem to see the white tiger more often after meditating when my mind is most clear." | |
| Zena Jadewarrior (Marchioness of Askileon) | |
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| Agreeing that meditation might help her remember the message imparted in her dream Zena invited Torpius into another room in the house where they would not be disturbed. As she knelt Zena smiled at Torpius before she closed her eyes and slowly began to empty her mind. After some time she began to feel a different connection with her surroundings, she could sense a kind of energy, a living force all around her. The energy from the Fire prophet was intense she could feel a harmony radiating from him that she couldn't begin to explain or describe. She continued to tune her mind refocusing until suddenly everything became serene her mind reaching such clarity that she no longer felt she was in her home in Askileon. It was as if she was reawakening in her dream. She stood near a roaring waterfall. Elora stood radiantly in front of her she smiled as she spoke, "It seems you were not ready before shall we try again?" Zena nodded and closed her eyes as Elora reached forward to touch Zena's forehead.
Kneeling near the fire prophet Zena's body went limp as if she no longer had control of her body, she crumpled to the floor her body beautiful even in its eerie stillness. Elora whispered to Zena. "Open your eyes young one all is well." As Zena opened her eyes she looked around they were in a strange place she did not recognize. They stood on a hillside overlooking a valley. They were standing in such a way that they could oversee a small gathering of people, most of whom were sitting around a man that reminded Zena in many ways of Torpius. He had a kind handsome face beset with a gentle beard that cascaded down his chin to his chest. But his eyes were what caught her most by surprise as they reflected a deep unconditional love. Tall rocks created a circle around the area. Zena did not know how but she understood that this was a sacred place. A young maiden with golden hair pulled back in a tight braid and soft blue eyes caught Zena's attention. The young maiden seemed to be moved by each word the prophet spoke. So Zena began to listen more intently to what the Prophet was saying. She soon learned that his message was a message of love. He spoke of peace, love and charity towards one another. And how the world could be if no one raised up arms against his brother or neighbor. He continued to preach of service, kindness and love. As the sun began to set Zena became aware of a strange noise in the distance. An angry mob well armed, carrying torches was marching from the city towards the stone circle. The gathering of people seemed to take no notice of the angry mob. She wondered why they did not scatter or run away from this dark cloud rising against them. She wanted to scream at them to move before it was to late but she somehow understood that she was an observer here she could not intervene. The prophet began to pray and as he prayed Zena felt the deep love he carried not only for these people gathered around him but for all, even this angry mob. She felt a calm reassurance and understanding that he did not fear for his life. She somehow understood that this was how it was meant to be. When the mob reached the stone circle the gathered crowd parted in silence. The leader of the mob, a tall burly sinister man, shouted at the prophet. "Stand up and fight. Fight like a man you weak coward," he spat the words that almost seemed to come not from him but a darkness deep inside the man. The prophet stepped forward. "I will not fight you Leseus." he spoke gently. "You will fight me or you will die." Leseus retorted angrily. And with those words he grabbed the prophet by the back of his head and placed his sword at his neck. Then he laughed. "Now you will beg for your life." Before the prophet could speak the virtous young woman stood up. "Leave him alone Leseus." The prophet turned his gaze to the woman. "Elora it is my time do not fear for me, do not fight for me, remember it is only through love that peace can be found." | |
| Zena Jadewarrior (Marchioness of Askileon) | |
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| Before the meditation session Torpius heard Zena's answer and replied: "Ah... My condolences. I apologize, I suppose I overstepped. It is very wise indeed, since I came to Solaria for example we have gained two followers and a temple in Ciarin Tut. The Truth is spreads by word."
During the meditation session Torpius had some trouble focusing, as he had been having lately. He felt as if he had aged decades since he first started preaching, though at the age of 23 he could hardly call himself an old man. He could not recall exactly when it started, but some pains in his back and head had become a constant annoyance, adding to his sense of weariness. Ignoring the discomfort he let his mind wander freely, preparing for the trance, but before he could truly achieve such state he heard Zena apparently fainting. He opened his eyes, and the scene brought several images to the limits between his conscious and subconscious mind. In the surface appeared a debate between two poets he had witnessed, one exalting the virtues of emotionally detached art by describing the beauty and excellence of craftsmanship of a jar, while the other considered it shallow poetry, he himself reciting about the dangers lying behind the beauty of a fair lady. On a deeper level came the image of a statue that had deeply impressed him as a child, depicting a beautiful maiden in her sleep. It was supposedly to honor the deceased daughter of a king. In front of him was Zena unconscious, radiating the same aura of peace and beauty that had disturbed him so long ago. Torpius pushed those thoughts away and focused. He took her in his arms and gently laid her down in a more comfortable position, perpendicular to him, facing the ceiling. Sitting with his legs crossed he rested her head in his arm and her upper back in his lap, a pillow in between them. He proceeded to address the situation: her soul was of no concern, for it was in the hands of the Gods now, but her body was vulnerable, exposed. Many stories had he heard about sages who found their mortal vessels possessed or corrupted by evil influences after their returned from their out-of-body experiences. He raised his free arm's hand in the air over her, closed his eyes and started humming slowly. He had heard the song from the native Dwili of Moon Bay but did not know the lyrics. Slowly he drifted into a state of calm and peace, unlike any he had experienced in a long time, and without noticing he started chanting in an unfamiliar language. His weariness and pain began to sooth, and before his rational mind could process what he was experiencing in a more precise formula he was taken by a total contemplative serenity. He kept slowly chanting and humming the hypnotic and protective song, his upper body slightly balancing following the rhythm. | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Fire Prophet of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| Protected by Torpius, Zena's body gave no indication of the things she was seeing.
The darkness consumed Leseus before anyone could react the prophet was gone his flame leaving his vessel as he went to a higher calling. Zena was overcome as she felt not only sorrow of her own but the pain and sorrow from both the young Elora and the spirit of Elora standing beside her reliving this memory. She watched as Elora fell to her knees taking the prophet in her arms she cradled him as tears rained down her cheeks. The gathered crowd and the mob stood silent, neither able to move or speak. Leseus was the first to break the stillness. He gathered his sword and wiped it on his tunic then walked swiftly out of the stone circle. He would find no further satisfaction here even as the darkness hungered and pulled at him for more blood. The mob who had been so keen to follow him slowly began to disperse back towards the city. As the faithful followers gathered around the prophet they lifted up there voices in song, the words seemed to carry and echo in the wind. "The phoenix radiant and bright Evil rises up from its lair, The great battle is fought Evil basks in victory so vain Faithful watch the fire burn In the ashes the final spark lies Our hearts burn as one,
The spirit Elora turned to Zena as the hillside began to fade away revealing the roaring waterfall once more. "There is something I want to explain," Elora remarked. This memory I shared with you was a changing point in my life. My heart cried out for revenge and justice yet to give into those emotions would betray everything the prophet stood for and taught. Wrought in anguish and pain, tormented that I did not do more to stop his death I became lost and confused. Nasla took pity on me. She began to guide me until I began to understand that I could love unconditionally and still protect and fight for righteousness. She taught me ways to deliver swift justice without taking life and I swore to the Lioness that for the rest of my days I would protect those who could not protect themselves." She paused for a moment then continued. "Zena you too are at a crossroad. You show great promise and have gained favor in Nasla's eyes. If this is a path you are willing to pursue Nasla has bestowed the power for me to guide and teach you. Take time to ponder and reflect on this decision. If you choose to follow this path you will have to show the sincerity of your heart to Nasla. This is where I must leave you. Farewell Zena. Courage be thy armor and love your truest blade." As Zena awakened she was slightly disorientated and yet comforted to find Torpius chanting as he watched over and protected her. She felt slightly dizzy as she tried to sit up. She tried to thank Torpius but she struggled to find the words. As the dizziness subsided she began to recount what she had expierenced. | |
| Zena Jadewarrior (Marchioness of Askileon) | |
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| Torpius helped Zena sit up again, and after hearing her account remained silently pensive, gaze lost in the air. "It is a sad story, tragic and yet filled with emotion and a message of hope." he said after a while. "But... the message is clear, and so is the call. Should I leave you to meditate on the matter? I am sure it is no easy choice." | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Fire Prophet of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
