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[Lian Feaorne]

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Lian visibly flinched when Arkravis finished his speech and stepped down away from the podium. She knew he was done speaking, tilting her head slightly to listen to the two Avion speak in low whispers. Her nerves were shaking. Her eyes darted around, searching out Samayou but even in this crowed and with her height, she was drowned out. Lian reached into her pocket, searching for the crystal shard he had given her and grasped it into her hand. Shutting her eyes, she sent out a message to him, panicked and having reached the end of her rope.

Samayou Tamashii

I can't take this...I can't...I have to go...I have to leave...

...

Good-bye...

Lian shoved the crystal back in her pocket and without further delay started to push her way through the crowds. All through the crowds that whispered and sneered at the display between politicians and Kings, Lian made it ripple with her desperation to leave. She needed to get outside where there was air and get out of Sigil as fast as she could run. Amantis looked up to see Lian fleeing to the doors, her brow furrowed but she could do nothing. By the time that she would have been able to get to the door, Lian would have been long gone. Lian fought through people twice her size and girth to get to the doors, finally reaching the outside and slamming the door behind her. Outside there was air. She could feel it along her sweat covered skin, cooling it to a chill. Her eyes looked around, seeking the fastest route to get out of the warehouse area and into the city districts.

At first, her feet started at a quick walk and increased to a run. Her hair whipped behind her, her eyes on the prize of getting to the Ladies Ward. Nothing would deter her from leaving Sigil...her fear of Arkravis' eyes still haunted the back of her mind and fueled her legs to go faster. Lian's eyes stung with hot tears as she ran, stopping somewhere in the Market Ward bizarre in an alleyway between two stalls. She wheezed, her lungs suffocating from the sensation of the cold chill from running and the burn of Sigil's poor city air along with the steam of cooking food in the Market. Doubled over, she wiped the hot sweat from her brow and leaned against the wall. Even though her frame was light as most elves were...her age was another factor and the fact that her body was still trembling from leaving the warehouse so abruptly.

Before she could go, she needed supplies...but they were all the way on the other side of the city at her manor. She hit the ground with her knees first, sobbing in frustration until she saw a pair of boots in her line of vision and the crackle of a paper bag. Looking up, she could see a copperbeard, looking further to see none other than Mr. Copperbeard himself. She had helped give his son a proper burial some time after the Odessa massacre and by the sight of him, he must have been doing his grocery shopping when he saw her in such a state. "Aye...Lian? What happened to you?"He asked.

"I'm leaving Sigil..."

(This spoiler is just for what happens before Lian leaves Sigil)

"...for good. I can't stay here...Not after what I've done..."Lian sobbed as Mr. Copperbeard helped her get back up to her shaky feet. He used one thick arm to hold the bag of groceries and the other to help her get back to a standing position, letting her use him as a crutch. Her feet her bare and cut up, her skin cold and dirty...she was a wreck physically and mentally so. "You don't have to help me...I'm alright."

"No yer not...You're about ten seconds away from fallin' over and makin' me carry you somewhere safe. Lemme get ya' at least to the Guildhall to the apartment...Some nasty business 'as been about lately. Dragons going on rampages, riots and seedy politicians...Tha' sort."He said as he helped her limp out into the Market Ward's main boulevard, walking with her. Lian was in no condition to leave just yet. "I won't ask what ye' did...but why leave Sigil? Ya' got a home here don't ya?"He said, looking up to Lian's eyes that were sad...empty...remorseful...Her eyes flickered to his beady brown ones.

"I do...I did...but I hurt the man I cherish...He saved my life and I...I ******** it all up. He'll never forgive me. The look in his eyes tonight was proof of that..."She said, her face grimacing as the stress in her body caught up with her. Her knees were creaky and swollen, her feet tender and raw..."I nearly went to a man that promised peace while hiding murder..."She paused a moment. "And I...I had an affair with a woman I thought meant something to me...She was just another victim of my stupidity and anger. Ark...I saw so little of him and I tried to meet his perfections. I fell...horribly...to the point where I felt like I needed to find someone I was on part with..."She shook her head, Copperbeard clearing his throat a little as Lian confessed her sins to him. Lian had met a woman at hole-in-the-wall bar...a jeweler with incredible hands and dark hair that seemed to trail on forever. They had gone back to her tiny shop and to the apartment up above it. Lian had confessed to the woman her frustrations and used the human to vent like no tomorrow. It wasn't until she visited a second time to the jeweler's place...that she knew she had made a grave mistake. She never saw the woman again months after the drama in Sigil had happened between the upper and lower classes. Lian ran a hand down her face, leaning more heavily on the dwarf.

"Sounds like he didn't give ya' the attention ya' deserved..."Copperbeard grunted. "Still shouldn't o' slept with that other gal though. It put ya' both in the wrong."

Lian wiped her eyes, sniffing. He was right...but it still didn't lift the heavy sense of guilt and pain that threatened to close her life source for good. By the time they got to Cooperbeard's apartment, she couldn't walk. He carried her on his back the rest of the way with his grocery bags in his teeth. He let her borrow a large shirt after a bath and rest on his dwarf-accessible couch after two big bottles of dwarven ale eased her into a drunken slumber. Whoever this 'Ark' person was...The dwarf knew that he was a cruel soul. When he awoke the next morning, she was gone but took his shirt with her with a simple note telling him how much she appreciated his kindness in letting her stay and asked him for a final favor. Lian packed camping gear, donning her garb that she had first worn when she came to Sigil. Her tell-tale black and green corset that zipped up, leather jacket and Barret with a pair of cut off black denim shorts.

The only thing she left for others was a letter to Alan and Amantis. Heavy hearted and facing death's door...she made her way to the portal station. The last thing Sigil would ever see if Lian was the black boot that would disappear into the swirling portal and a flick of white hair.

(The letter)

My Dearest Amantis and Alan,

I wish I could have waited to say good-bye...but you both know what is going to happen regardless if I had stayed. Fate says that I die...but I won't let you and the rest of the family suffer here in Sigil any longer. If you can, leave Sigil yourselves. Arrangements have been made to have someone care for the manor while no one is here...A dear acquaintance will be acting as caretaker for the property. If I do die as foretold, the property is to go up for sale...but if possible, I would like it to be passed down to the family, Tresondros or Terrance and Julia. After all...they've become as much part of my family and my life as Alan and Arkravis have and they deserve a permanent place to call home.

I did something particularly cruel. I don't know if he'll ever forgive me...but I know this. I love him dearly...what I did was unfair and unjustified. I should have told him about Bravot, I should have never seen that woman out of spite and need to have attention and affection. It would take a miracle for him forgive me...and lately, miracles just haven't been happening. They don't exist for me...Which in this case, hell must freeze over first before forgiveness is found.

Tell Tresondros I'm proud of him...and to Terrance that he has Fal'lain Corp's support in any future endeavors he may seek in the process of becoming one of the most brilliant minds and heroes Sigil and Gaia will see in these dark days. To Julia...good luck with keeping Terrance from going haywire with the new baby on the way.

I love you both so very much...Please take care of Arkravis...I hope he finds more love from you than I was able to show.

Good-bye...

--Lian Faeryniel Feaorne

Tale Feather

Tresondros Ecstuffuan

Trexasle

[Tresondros Ecstuffuan]

Legion_of_Nazareth

”So what sets you apart?”

Tres though, would need to answer this question with all the wisdom of his goddess Ioun, if he was going to sway the mage of the college.

Undisclosed Warehouse

_____Tres chuckled with the peculiarity of this mans persistence and he grinned, not believing the balls on this guy. He stepped up towards Jace with his grin suddenly shifting into a serious expression. He gave the man a piercing stare and he spoke to him in a clear even tone.

"What sets me apart is that I know what I can do and I know what I can't do. Any good leader knows when to defer to the council of others who hold different expertise than there own. I know, the millions and millions of my people better than anyone. I know how to untap their potential as a people, but I know damn well that I cannot do this alone.

But I...I tresondros Ecstuffuan do not ever stand alone. Not here. Not home!"

_____The crowd shouted with Tres as he spoke clearly. It was strange, in a way what Tres had said was somewhat humble. Such was not something that was usually seen out of the psion.

"A good leader knows how to organize and utilize resources, including sentient resources, to achieve the betterment of the group itself."

The Way of Kings, by King Nahoddan of the Alethi Archives.

You think I'm some dumb barbarian. It offends me. I'm not some corn fed Jabrone.

Let me explain something to you.

I'm not doing this because I want to rule something. I already dominated the fighting circuit. I had what I wanted...but that's gone now. Before I can go chasing it again, I can't leave my home like this. Everyone who knows Tresondros Ecstuffuan knows he pays what he owes.

I'm doing this because Its time for me to give something back.

I have the intelligence. I have the strength. I have the power.

but most importantly, I know when to ask for help.

Now let me ask you...Mage...What sets you apart? Why are you even here?"

Orugauxe

Tresondros Ecstuffuan

Tale Feather

Samayou Tamashii

Broadripple is Burning

Lian Feaorne

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[Legion_of_Nazareth]

Jace Rosharin

Jace let a smile crack his lips and he let himself have a moment, of enjoyment, the man had just proved he knew how to step up and bring the right attitude at the right time. That served the rebellion well and the roar of the crowd now echoed as more than just the empty praise of a fan base for a hero. But it wasnt enough and Jace knew it power roared through his blood and brilliant gold light filled his eyes as he tapped into his real potential. The man wanted to know what he brought to the table and so he would demonstrate.

”You want to know what I bring to the table, I bring logic, and pragmatism, I bring magic, the art of ritual, the ability to compromise. I bring a gift for diplomacy that this organization is sorely lacking. I bring a vision Tresondros. Not just of a fight for our freedom, but of a rebuilt sigil, of balance between what we want, and what everone else wants, of a unified government, not one that fragments the populace. I see a path that twists through recruiting the merchants guilds, giving them a chance to save themselves, to have a place in a new sigil, they are vulnerable due to the events at odessa, and rather than attack them physically, I see a way to bargain with them, to let them save face and to use them to rebuild this place.

You bring passion, an understanding of your weaknesses, I bring a vision for a path to the future, a way to bring all your goals to fruition.

I am here because that vision, is worth endangering my status at the college to achieve, because the benefit offered by this new future is worth more than my life. Because there is a way to end this with minimal blood shed. Can you say that you see the same path Tres, because the path you propose we walk is drenched only in our own blood.”

Jace let ice fill his words at first, then he let them warm to a furious passion as he described the hope he felt in the path he saw. This was his chance to make his point, he had just offered himself, his vision of this world and this path. He had offered Tres a path that did not come so steeply priced that let everyone pay equally for what would be a future they could all embrace. Magic flared in a corona around him as he finished speaking, the aether stirred by his passion his raw will. As he calmed his breathing and exhaled he sent the energy into the wards causing golden script to blossom within them his active contribution to the shielding.

Orugauxe

Tresondros Ecstuffuan

Tale Feather

Samayou Tamashii

Broadripple is Burning

Lian Feaorne

[Tresondros Ecstuffuan]

Legion_of_Nazareth

Jace Rosharin

”I am here because that vision, is worth endangering my status at the college to achieve, because the benefit offered by this new future is worth more than my life. Because there is a way to end this with minimal blood shed. Can you say that you see the same path Tres, because the path you propose we walk is drenched only in our own blood.”

Jace let ice fill his words at first, then he let them warm to a furious passion as he described the hope he felt in the path he saw. This was his chance to make his point, he had just offered himself, his vision of this world and this path. He had offered Tres a path that did not come so steeply priced that let everyone pay equally for what would be a future they could all embrace. Magic flared in a corona around him as he finished speaking, the aether stirred by his passion his raw will. As he calmed his breathing and exhaled he sent the energy into the wards causing golden script to blossom within them his active contribution to the shielding.

Undisclosed Warehouse

_____The psion was taken aback by Jace's gold eyes. He had seen others like them, only on celestial beings. He stepped back, being oddly reminded of his father at that moment. Tres's dad was a legendary hero whom had once protected Sigil. Tres was a legacy of greatness, as were all of Ecstuffuan blood.

"Compromise.", The psion said thoughtfully.

______He stepped forward again. His voice remained calm.

"It is noble. However. We cannot allow our fear of death or injury to allow us to grow complacent with a life without freedom. A life without basic necessities. A life of cheapened labor.

I will compromise and I will never rush into bloodshed lightly, but I maintain that the UWP should never compromise its basic principles. Principle is what keeps us strong."

Orugauxe

Tresondros Ecstuffuan

Tale Feather

Samayou Tamashii

Broadripple is Burning

Lian Feaorne

[Legion_of_Nazareth]

Jace Rosharin

Jace brought down the end of his staff in a deafening clatter right in the middle of Tresondros last sentiment. His eyes sharpened the gold of his magic flashing through the blue of his iris as he made it clear his feelings for this mans morals. Jace was a man of clear pragmatism, a man of realism, a man who understood that if you got your way, then how you got there at the end of the day could be forgiven if you were still alive.

”Tresondros, at the moment, I think your a fool. AND YOU...”

The mages first words would only be audible to the psion clearly careful not to blatently insult the man, but his next words came as a roar out to the crows who stood watching rapt at the confrontation between the mage and the psion. Their eyes akin to those of deers in the head lights with the power and ferocity of the mages challenge. Jace lifted his staff a beacon of golden light forming around its head the short staff clearly the mages preferred focus in the room.

”Will you throw down your lives, your only life, for a chance at freedom on this mans chosen path. OR Would you compromise with those this man has named enemies if they could be bound into rebuilding your world, into helping you gain your freedom? DO YOU WANT FREEDOM? OR DO YOU WANT VENGENCE FOR THE WRONGS COMMITTED UPON YOU?”

Jace spoke as if he had been doing it his whole life, as if standing before a crowd and lecturing them was within his nature. His status as a professor gave him the experience, and his passion, and pragmatism gave him the fire. His words started as a spoken challenge a conversational one, rising and falling in crescendos to meed the intensity of the response he wished to evoke. His power was being used solely for dramatic flair here, but it served his purpose well enough, no one was being pressured by his magic, no one affected by a spell.

”Well, will you follow this man blindly in to death if he thinks thats the path to your freedom, or are you already free enough to pick the path that is best for you all?”

Orugauxe

Tresondros Ecstuffuan

Tale Feather

Samayou Tamashii

Broadripple is Burning

Lian Feaorne

[Tresondros Ecstuffuan]

Legion_of_Nazareth

Jace Rosharin

Jace brought down the end of his staff in a deafening clatter right in the middle of Tresondros last sentiment. His eyes sharpened the gold of his magic flashing through the blue of his iris as he made it clear his feelings for this mans morals. Jace was a man of clear pragmatism, a man of realism, a man who understood that if you got your way, then how you got there at the end of the day could be forgiven if you were still alive.

”Tresondros, at the moment, I think~"

Powers

Create Sound [Metacreation]


[Immediate - 0 points]


Tres may use thin strands of ectoplasm to create a volume of sound that rises, recedes, approaches, or remains at a fixed place. He may choose what type of sound the power creates when manifesting it and cannot thereafter change its basic character. The volume of sound created is dependent on the psion's power. Tres is powerful enough to create as much noise as 10 humans. Tres may use this ability to change sound waves that are already in existence. Thus, he can create virtually any sound within that noise level. Tres could at maximum create the sound of a gun firing in the immediate area. However, the only way Tres usually uses this power is to create background music during his fights.

Undisclosed Warehouse

_____Tres upper lip rose in an annoyed expression when he was interrupted. Tres stole a glance at Jace and he returned the favor almost immediately.

"IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU THINK!"

______His voice boomed with a thunderous roar.

"It doesn't matter what I think. What matters is what the People...", Tres trailed off as he lifted his crystalline hand who pointed to the crowd around him.

______As Tres drifted into silence, so did the applause of the crowd who knew well the Psion's trademark interruption.

"What matters is what the People want. If they are willing to stand up for their principles. Then they will stand and I will stand with them. If they wish to bend, well, then I will stand aside but make no mistake Mage...

I am here to serve them. If you are would like them to follow them alone, call out to them...See if they follow you."

_____There was a threat hidden in Tres's words. The people shouted, cheering while Tres had secretly let on to his confidence when it came to appealing to them. He wondered if the mage could forge the same relationship that Tres had forged over years of trial and tribulation.

"But for now....", Tres's posture shifted to a more relaxed one.

_____Tre stepped forward towards the mage and held out his right hand to offer a hand shake.

"Lets help them together, as equals in servitude. Both beholden to their needs."

[Legion_of_Nazareth]

Jace Rosharin

Jace couldnt quite hide a smile at the way Tres responded, contrary to what most people in the room were thinking, this had been the mages ploy the whole time, he didnt want the spot light, but he wanted the men in the spotlight to be the right men for the job, even if that meant joining them himself. His eyes cleared and his aura died down and he held his staff up to quiet the chanting. This was his chance to forge this union once and for all and to give it purpose.

” I will not stand with you tresondros, I will stand for them, I will bear the weight they ask me to bear, bow to the needs they ask me to bow to, broker for them the peace they so desperately desire at the end of this. It might mean standing beside you, but I want to make this perfectly clear, what I do, I do for them.”

Jace exhaled breathing out and sweating lightly from the wild play of power so riled up by his own emotions, pragmatism or no. Jace was for all his pragmatic outlook, a man of incredibly strong convictions and vision, and whether Tres saw it or not, Jace had just helped to cement the union and its leadership, and to shape it.

Orugauxe

Tresondros Ecstuffuan

Tale Feather

Samayou Tamashii

Broadripple is Burning

Lian Feaorne

[Leonardo S. Tensatsu]

Broadripple is Burning

Location: Outside Nine Swords Tavern~

Infernal Oculars: Astral Projection lvl 1
An active skill that leaves the body completely unconscious while assuming an 'Astral' or intangible form to travel around with the body acting as the point of origin. One does not simply 'snap' back into their body, they must insert themselves back in with more direct means. Max travel speed in 'Astral Form' 30 mph.

OoC:
For any curious, this will be Daniel's first 'Skill' or 'Ability'. I'll be recording them as he learns them, which I won't govern so much as incorporate to learn in real IC situations. He wouldn't of learned this skill if he hadn't been unconscious, and 'injured' or in this case tripped over to bring the pain. lol

SNAP

The distant sensation of pain Daniel had felt initially upon being tripped over would as contact lingered from the man who tumbled over coil about his internal conscious perception. Drawing within himself from the over load of perceptional information originally the sudden impact of pain would manage a point within himself to focus upon which assert its self much as some manner of instinct. Not allowing the fear of helplessness slap his with any lasting grip; Daniel instead concentrating his full attention on the pain as he drew further 'up' back into his physical body. This however over estimated, as with a detached mirage like ripple over his form 'Daniel' would quite literally over extend 'OUT' of his physical body. Hovering there a moment over his, and the other guys form roughly 5 feet up off the ground his eye's for nobody to witness would widen momentarily as his entire thought process pauses.

"What. The. ********] Words uttered voicelessly from his incorporeal form which would remain motionless for the time it took the other guy to fish his orb out of the gutter like some manner of oblivious child. The vantage of witnessing the man's actions far out weighing any other thought that might surface beyond observing his surroundings. As if to feel yet another tug at his thoughts he'd find the sudden courage to probe within his 'mind' once more in an attempt to calm himself. This not happening instantaneously with a measure of effort to ignore his unconscious form being abused, even if it was something that looked like it ate women, and children. Flipping his 'Astral' form upside down he'd will himself to move towards his body, a slow process which he'd risk raising his arm down from above to touch the back of his body. Moments, a pause...

"WHOA THAT'S THE LAST ******** TIME~ NO AMOUNT OF MONEY... NONE. NOT WORTH IT!!!!"

Bursting up off the ground with some measure of kinetic 'punch' Daniel's form would be standing up right while shouting at the top of his modified heavy set of lungs which would no doubt ring out for many block's, and boom into the Nine Swords Tavern to draw most anyone's attention if even only for a moment. His standing ovation at loathing whatever trip he'd just been ******** by lingering only a moment before his form tumbled backward onto his a** with his body still not in full connected function as it was his first time ever experiencing such ability. Shifting himself shortly after, as if the vivid shouting hadn't actually been projected before he'd been back into his body Daniel would rest one elbow on the same side knee to prop his head into the palm of his hand. Face. Palm. Lifting his head to rest at the cheek after he'd sweep both vaguely luminescent scarlet irises out towards the man that had been rummaging around in the gutter for his belongings. With a heavy sigh, and his own dirty attempt at a friendly albeit tired expression on otherwise innocently predatory features.

"Hey. Sorry for tripping you up. I've got this... Condition. It's nothing big, I'll try to keep an eye on where I do it next time."

With his vocalization reduced down to a much more tolerable level Daniel's speech would sound as though two almost identical voice's spoke in unison, or perhaps in a manner of an echo that seemed to obliviously impress a sense of hauntingly seductive quality. His demeanor was casual enough, clothing nothing fancy in spite of his more unique physical anatomy which from what he'd witnessed around Sigil thus far wasn't exactly uncommon. Trailing his words off as if the guy wouldn't even be paying attention the dirtied memory less unearthly appearing male would wander his attention off absently at the base steps leading up to the front of the tavern. He had managed to get lost, and separated from the one person that seemed to have any idea who he was, or had been. Not 3 feet from where he'd first woken up in Sigil with no memory or idea of himself while motor skills, and other odd impulses seemed to passively assert themselves. Even then, sitting where he was he could 'feel' the beating hearts of everyone present with his mind numbed to other heightened perceptions that had forced themselves upon him to result in the face plant he'd preformed earlier.