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CONTROL OF THE DIVINE

It has been 100 years since the Rising Sun of the West hath defeated the Scourge of the World, the Shadowscald of Zaurac, The Dark Spawn of Evil; The Calamity. Thanks to their valiant efforts, the world has endured a lasting peace. The once malevolent, Black Sisterhood has since mended it's ways, attempting to right the many wrongs they had committed towards the world. Under the leadership of Lianna Echtrae, the Sisterhood has formed a lasting truce with their bitter enemies, the Dragon Knights, under the new command of Rirarith, a jewel of the west mentioned in the Zauracan Legend, and Antony Kalikar, the Gold of the Rising Sun, whom along with the very first halfling, Caelith, drove the Blade of Sages into the very heart of the Calamity, as well as his Bonded Dragon, Azar.

One hundred years of peace has also shown a large doom in industrialization. The White Dragon Azar, took what he had learned from his fight with the Calamity, and the enemies within, and began construction upon clockworks, and gears, successfully bringing the world into a new age. Steam powers most everything; from massive Aircraft that crest the clouds, to a simple clock for the wrist. A simple casual glance was all the Dragon needed to begin work. Antony chides him for working to hard, but the Dragon continues his research into Steam power.

The Heroes of the Calamity, as they are known in the west, despite being well over a hundred plus years, have not aged a day. Their battle within the Calamity has all but halted the aging process. To some, it instills a fear, others, find it fascinating. Scientist studied the eight heroes for years, before the hot headed Captain Commander became irritated with them one day, and told the men to, politely, "Get bent, you rat b*****d whoresons".

Soon after the battle with the Calamity, Lucius Crez returned home to the destroyed St. Heimslef and began the rebuilding process. Upon searching the wreckage of his childhood home, he discovered a secret passage beneath the castle, leading to an underground bunker, of sorts, where Antony's family, as well as his own, had survived the destruction. Elated to see his children unharmed, Antony introduced Caelith to the four of them; Rhys, his first son, Jean, his First of twin daughters, Jenna, his second of twin daughters, and their Father-in-Law Sir Emeric. The children were quick to trust the Halfling, and accepted her into the family as one of their own. A wedding ceremony, with none but a small few friends and relative, was held for Antony and Caelith, as well as those of Rirarith and Lucius Crez, and Valandil Felagund, and Arianwen Eleri Ffion.

Indeed, these are times of peace...but a new darkness will soon drench these lands in blood once more. A power is growing in the south, one the likes of which has not been seen. The Gods of Old are plotting...and the Blood Mages lead the charge. Can the Rising Sun of the West combat this new foe? Or will they be destroyed, along with the world they hold so near and dear...

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The City of New Heimslef. Headquarters of the Crez Castle, as well as one of the many HQ's for the Dragon Knights. The Keep stands in the Old Quarter of the City, a site of great history and culture. It alone was the only part of the city not completely destroyed in the Twenty-Four Hour Massacre, all those years ago. The Keep itself stood as a monument to the will of the Heimslef peoples. They had not given up hope that the Knights would destroy the Calamity. A lone figure sat just outside the massive wooden doors to the Keep, bright blonde spiky hair gently flowing in the breeze. It was mid-spring, and the birds were singing their early morning song, as the man snored softly. His coat draped over the back of the stone bench, his arms outstretched and hanging off the sides. The man snorted softly. His bright blue eyes fluttered open and squinted in the early morning sun, as he brought his head up. The younger recruits all gathered here in the courtyard to converse and speak of past missions or of loves they had feelings for, but were to afraid to-...oh who cares, thought the man. He yawned loudly, calling attention from a group of young female recruits, then rolled his shoulders and placed his hands on his knees. "Hungry..." he muttered in a scratchy voice. His left eyebrow twitched slightly as the young women stepped in front of him. The man looked up at them, then blinked a few times, before yawning again, "C'n I help you?" he asked, his voice laced with exhaustion and slight boredom. One of the women stepped forward and placed her hands on her hips. "Yes, you can. Who do you think you are, interrupting our conversation like that?" she stated, pointing a finger in the Blonde Man's face. The man crossed his eyes and stared at the tip of the girl's finger, then, as she withdrew it, he thought he should have bitten it, but decided against it. "You must be new here, huh?" The Blonde man asked, letting out another yawn. "Yeah. Just transferred here from Galned Academy." the girl said, crossing her arms. She narrowed her eyes on the man, then puffed out her cheeks a bit as the blonde stood. He dusted himself off a bit, then straightened his posture. "Take a good look at me, sweety. Look real close." the blonde stated, pointing to a badge on the lapel of his jacket, and craning his head upward. The girl gave him a sideways look at first, but leaned in and stared at the badge. Captain Commander Antony Kalikar, First Spellsword Division it read.

The girl's eyes widened and the blonde grinned wide. The other two girls looked to their friend and wondered why she'd suddenly turned ghost white, then looked to the lapel. Theirs eyes too, widened in shock. "Know who I am now?" Antony asked, with a sly grin. The girls took a step backward and nodded, then dropped to the ground and began to apologize in each and every language they knew. "We're sorry, sir! We didn't know!" they shouted. Antony let out a chuckle, then sighed, letting his chest fall a bit. "I hate playing that card, I really do. Now get lost before I report you three to your CO." he said sternly. The Girls jumped to their feet, bowed, saluted, then sprinted off into the Keep. Antony let out another sigh and placed a hand to the back of his head. "Gods, I hate Wednesdays..." he muttered.

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Tristan came out of the womb screaming, as children with healer's woe usually do. Taran, then Ianto came out of the womb screaming as well, though that is what babes without healers woe do as well. Isolde did not come into the world screaming...at least that was what her mother, her father, and several sailors aboard a ship swear. Isolde came into the world singing. It was not a scream so much as a high, sustained "D" note. She was the youngest of eight children. The first born, a handsome boy with blue streaks in his ash-blonde hair, was named Myrddinil, or "Myr" was promised to the north. He lived there among the Bone faces and served as a loyal paige to the Cold Brothers and Sisters before becoming one himself. The second born was Aeronwy, a fair maiden with olive eyes and hair too cold to be red or brown, too dull to be black, and too dark to be gray or blonde or white. She joined the blind scribes, formerly known as the Black Sisterhood, and devoted her life to recording histories of the Calamity. The third born was Yorath, a brave soldier who served as a guard and a member of the Spellsword Division in the Kingdom of King Lucius Crez. The fourth was Rhyddwin, now a ward of Queen Nashirah, The First of her Name and the Guardian of the East, who lived in Zaurac. Tristan, Taran, Ianto, and Isolde were the youngest children of Arianwen Eleri Ffion and Valandil Dard Felagund, and Isolde was the youngest of the youngest.
Her full name was Isolde Morgaine Felagund, though her voice had more names than her. It was "The Wind in the Trees," "the song of the mountains," "The Bird mother," and "The Ghost of Borago." But now, as the train into St. Hemself came to a courtly halt, and the steam whistle blew, she was Isolde. Not Isolde Morgaine Felagund, not the Song of the Mountains, just Isolde. It was a long ride down the gondola from Healer's Hermitage, her family's secluded mountain manse, and an even longer ride in the carriage that waited for her in the little mountain town below, and an even longer ride in the train to St. Heimself. Isolde was writing in her diary when the whistle sounded and station attendants in their crisp uniforms began unloading luggage from the overhead racks.
I am very excited to be visiting the city again, and on my own as well! she wrote in a spidery hand, Of course, Yorath will be waiting to escort me to Grandfather Antony, though he's really more of an uncle, just as Millie is more cousin than aunt to me. I have not seen them since I was very small, and I'm not sure of Antony or Millie's affections towards me. According to Taran, when my parents first brought me to Antony, he looked at them and said, "How many is it now?" and my mother replied, "Isolde is the eighth." Taran said that Antony made a funny sound then, then looked at Father and said, "It's not a bloody race you know," to which, Ianto says, our father replied with, "Yes but we're winning." I don't remember much of Millie, we were born very close to each other but from what I've heard she is, as Yorath described in his letters, "Really something." Oh I do hope she likes the Lavender cookies I'm bringing. It's the recipe from the book Ianto brought back with him when he went to the city, do you remember, Diary? I'd never considered rosewater for icing but---"
"Miss?"
Isolde glanced up into the eyes of a station attendant, holding her suitcase and the case containing her mandolin.
"You are Miss Felagund, Miss? Sister of Officer Cadet Yorath Felagund?"
"I am," said Isolde, taking the attendant's hand and standing up with the basket full of lavender cookies under her arm.
"Your brother's waiting on the platform, miss," said the attendant, "There's a motorcar waiting to take both of you to the keep."
"A motorcar!" Isolde said eagerly, "How modern! I've never ridden in one, you know."
She was lead off of the train and ran into the arms of her brother Yorath, a strong, handsome young man with a well-trimmed blue beard, and gray eyes.
"Little Izzy! Look at you! You're a woman grown!" he said, whirling her around. Yorath looked quite dashing in his Spellsword uniform. "Come along, we mustn't keep Captain waiting!"
And just like that they were in a motorcar thundering its way along to the keep.

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The soft scent of a flowering tree just outside the open library window wafted under the second prince's nose, stirring him from his thoughts and the thickly bound book before him. Panter lifts his head, glancing out of the window and into the Crez castle courtyard. Everything was in bloom that morning. Trees were bursting with color, his mother's personal rose garden, even the colors of fabrics seemed more vibrant in the spring morning sun. With a gentle sigh Panter shuts the book he'd been reading and rises from his seat.

"Good morning your princeliness." Came a greeting and a sweeping bow from one of the many Crez castle workers, the family smith if Panter was correct.
"Good morning." He responds, raising a hand in greeting as he strode past. Panter passes through a large oak doorway that marked the entrance to the library wing from the main hall. There the ceiling height doubled and everything became tastefully ornate. The young price places his hand on the smooth wooden railing as he descends a flight of spiraling stairs, greeting a few more people on the way down.
"Ah, good morning young Pan'." Came a warm, pleased male voice.
Pan smiles warmly as he approaches his martial arts trainer, meeting him mid way across the giant hall. "Good morning, Arthur.
"On your way out then?" The man asked crossing thick arms across a leather chest guard. Arthur was a man of 40 or so, still young at heart but his body battered by the years. His brown hair was streaked with grey, his nose bent from a previous break, and his joints slightly swollen with the early stages of arthritis.
"Yes indeed. It's a fine day, so I thought I'd step outside." Panter said, motioning for the man to walk with him. "Something you wanted to discus?"
"Nothing of major importance, Panter." Arthur said as he walked with Pan' towards the front door of the Crez home. "Just reminding you that I need you for a demonstration tonight in town."
"Of course, eight correct?" Panter asked as he placed his hand on the door.
"Right. Bring your padding, and I shall see you promptly at eight at the Dragon's Chalice."
Panter nodded and waved farewell to Arthur before he pushed open the door and set out into the sunlight.

In town Panter had many times more 'Good Morning's and greetings to return. It didn't bother him to reply to each. He thought being out in Heimself had built a good relationship between himself and the people over the years which was something her very much desired. No people would listen or more importantly follow him if he was just a name hiding away in a castle. The prince then finds a metal bench unoccupied near the center of the town that gave him a great view of the center circle and a large fountain erected upon his father's return. The fountain was of his father, Lucius, brandishing his rune embedded sword in victory as fountains of water sprayed upwards around him. Pan' reclines back just slightly, crossing one leg over the other so that his ankle rested on his opposite knee, and began to take in the world.

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"Rock, Paper, Scissors, shoot!" Selina threw out her hand int he shape of a rock. She was crouching on the ground with a group of children who had also thrown their tiny hands in, making different shapes.
"Aww, Selina you always win." One of the children said, looking up into the face of the princess.
"That's because I have two big brothers. I got lots of practice." Selina grins and ruffles the child's hair before she stands back up to full height. "Alright, that's enough for today."
The children groan and look up at Selina with big eyes, begging her to stay and play for just a few minutes longer. She would have fallen for it, as she usually did, but today she had other things to do. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow if it is not raining we shall have a rematch." Selina promised before waving and walking off.

Walking along roads was overrated. St. Heimself knew their princess and her habits well and none knew this better than the merchant district. Selina walked along a stone wall, a remnant of the old town as others walked normally along the street. Once the wall began to crumble and run out she would jump to the sturdiest roof within leaping distance and continue on. If something smelled good or looked intriguing, the young princess would swing her head down from the roof, gazing into the face of the stall owner upside down and give him or her the Spanish Inquisition. Today Selina had stopped by her favorite stall and picked up a small loaf of bread the size of her palm baked with cinnamon and sugar. It was eaten in mere steps rather than savored as the princess jumped from the last vendor roof and down to the ground.

"Hmm, now what..." Selina mumbled to herself as she dusted crumbs from her hands while looking around. It was the middle of the week, nothing too exciting going on. Perhaps she would challenge someone to an archery match. "Eh... that didn't go over so well last time..." A scene quickly flashed before Selina's eyes of her last competition that involved shooting apples from a bystander's head. Of course she had never missed, but her opponent had tried to be fancy and ended up wounding the poor man. Now certain there was something less wounding that would still be amusing, Selina heads for the sector of St. Heimself where she often found new bits of technology that would arrive from the larger, more modern cities.