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 Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 11:11 am
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Since the dawn of time there has been conflict, and many who are willing and able to get their hands dirty to bring about either a peaceful end or new conflict. They have been known as assassins.
But here the world is divided. A grand empire seeks to further expand its domain through war and conquer, but what is the sovereign's true purpose and what does the ruler hope to gain here? This individual is aided by thousands of loyal soldiers, and will hunt down his shadows to the ends of the earth if they were ever so open.
Watching over them all is Faltiera, the patron guardian of the assassins, and a being that demands above all else, love and adoration in return for the ability to hunt an kill in excellent finesse. Where does her reason led the shadows? What does she truly desire...?1.Intro
2. Plot/Summary
3. Factions
4. Rules
5. Locations
6. Character Skeletons
7. Available PositionsProfiles
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 12:12 pm
  Plot:
For the past two hundred years, the land of Mneurian has been at war, plagued by the merciless hand of an empire that marches for the sake of power and expansion,capturing countries one by one and bending them to its will. The Empire is heedless and and boundless, growing even more massively each time another land falls under it's heel, and is well on its way to yet another impending invasion. Currently, a series of small uprisings throughout the Empire's captured city-states is preventing them from weeding out spies in the darkness or moving on to a new conquest. However these rebellions are exceedingly small in scale and do little more than act as a delay until the imperial army can put them down. But there is one force that the sovereign lord of the Imperial Dynasty had learned to fear: The Assassins.
Two factions of assassin Guilds exist with the realm of Mneurian, each claiming to move under the favor of the mysterious and powerful Lady of the Obsidian, Faltiera. Both despise the empire and would see it put to flames if they possessed the power, skill and clever nature to do so. However, neither the Empire or her faithful soldiers, or the very assassins who serve under the Lady, know exactly what her desires or true origins are. One Guild lends it powers to the rebel city-states and aids in striking down tyranny as they advance upward to make clear the path to the sovereign. The other, on the other hand, aims to wipe out the imperial lands entirely in preparation for a cleansing upon the world.
Setting:
Mneurian is a massive continent with very little greenery and vegetation, and is often blanketed by snows all year long. Particularly in the more northern regions, the cold drops to such low temperatures that the Empire has made no move to attempt to explore it for fear of deadly frostbite and like of usable food. Many underground caverns exist in the region where the temperature rises considerably due to the underwater springs that are the main source of drinking water and bathing purposes. Several caves like these have been used as secret hideout and shrines for the Guilds. However, these caves also the home for large animal-life such as giant bats, cave bears, and carnivorous furred lizards. Many of these creatures have been trained as guard beasts due to their naturally aggressive temperament, and both soldiers and assassins have been known to train against such beasts to grow stronger.
Locations such as strange artifacts and unusual structures have also been documented, and are believed to be Shrines belonging to Faltiera, most especially the Great Door which has never been seen to open. Guilds bring initiates to these locations to be blessed by their Lady and obtain the skills they require to be able to perform their tasks. The exception is the Holy Land, so named by a previous leader of the Children, who is thought to have be decreed by Faltiera that the place was forbidden to venture.
The Empire's southern border separates Mneurian from the neighboring country of Senetia, a somewhat more temperate region next in line to be conquered.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 8:24 pm
Factions:  Faltiera's Children:
A Guild of assassins who aligned themselves with the Lady of Obsidian and believe above else that she is guardian deity that contributes to their powers for the purpose of bringing peace to the world and destroying tyranny that threatens their very way of life. Travelers from a far distant land, the tribe came to Mneurian after their own country reach it's golden age and then crumbled as internal strife eventually tore the land apart. In droves, the people of the lost country reached Mneurian, the farthest from the old world they could travel while still being capable of living off the wild as they once did. They were originally just a tribe of wanderers who worshiped the Lady of the Nightingale, whom they now know of as Faltiera, until the Empire's steady growth and power led them to learn the arts of combat. However, even with that new strength, the followers of the Obsidian were easily put to the sword.
Desperate, they traveled to the Great Door shrine and painfully begged for the aid of Faltiera, who demanded boundless love and adoration to her in return for her gifts and services to them. Easily, the followers accepted and themselves changed beings, and saw through layers of shadow as an everyman would see the sunlight through a thin strip of cotton. With enhanced speed, reflexes and training in the mortal arts of assassination, the Empire dubbed these new killing beasts, the Children of Faltiera or Children for short.
They take solo and strategic missions side-by side with allies, or even accept contracts with the common folk who may be ravaged by a cruel warlord. For their hatred of the Empire, these messengers of the night were now dedicated to their creed and committed to bringing down the might of the legions that stretched across Mneurian. However, it was this very same hatred which gave birth to their most crafty and dangerous rivals.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  The Orphans:
There are those who believe that the Lady of the Obsidian is not the righteous and forgiving protector that the Children have long held to be fact, and thus splintered from their counterpart assassins. These individuals find it hard to swallow that a powerful force like Faltiera could be anything other than deity of destruction sent to this realm to cleanse it free from sin, and have since decided that anyone who refuses to follow the ways of the Lady are sinful beings who must be purged from the "sacred" land of Mneurian. Disgusted by the Children's more 'merciful' methods, they detached from their old comrades and the original order replied by then labeling them to be traitorous children of the Lady, or the empty Orphans. They are relatively new compared to the Children, but having come from the same origin, also know of the rituals involved with meeting with their "goddess" and the skills needed to perform their trade. They keep to the darker corners and crevices of the land, where Imperial soldiers even their fellow assassins often loathe to tread, and know the underground locales better than any other faction in Mneurian.
Although the Orphans' beliefs differ greatly from their rival assassins, they rarely engage in direct contact with one another unless encroaching upon one another's land without permission, or when attempting to cut down the same target in the same location. The Orphans are strictly loyal and extremely deadly in their typical merciless nature, even going so far as to quickly cut down mere innocent bystanders who interfere with their goals.
Cold and taciturn, as was is their creed for following the Lady of the Obsidian, hoping that one day she shall appear before them in a form tangible to mortal eyes and lead them in a holy cleansing of the land of mankind.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Imperials:
A citizen of the Empire of Mneurian, perhaps trained in the fine arts of combat, these individuals are emotional and hard-working to their country. Although many of the residents of the Mneurian Empire used to belong to many different independent small countries and city-states, they are now all legally joined underneath the same banner, whether they wanted to be or not. Although some of the residents did not agree with the sovereign's plans (or even outright opposed it through violence and uprising), most feared the assassins even more. Few would dare to ask for their aid--scared as they were of the mysterious Lady of the Obsidian--and those that would often did so out of sight of family and friends. They were willing to oppose their oppressors, but to plead for help from a force they neither knew nor understood was a dangerous game to play.
Types of Imperials:
Major Territories Only
Rengaulians: Citizens of the old country of Rengaul, and one of the first lands to be assimilated into the Empire, existing on the northernmost edge of the region. The people of this land are aggressive by nature of the colder climes and were the first to reject Imperial rule. Those who do join the Imperial army are treated as traitors by their kin.
Shalans: Citizens of Shali, who more easily adaptable to Imperial rule. They fear the assassins of both Orphan and Children personage and attempt to avoid contact with them and violence in general. Few sign up or are drafted to be fighters, due to their low tolerance for bloodshed, though they make excellent doctors and surgeons.
Toloans: Citizens of Toloa, they worship the land they live off of more than anything else and share the Children's love of Faltiera, if not their gifts of the killing art. Perhaps due to their strong ties to the earth, they have been known to be allowed to come and go at will from monsters' territory.
Pureblood Imperials: The true Imperials are stronger than your average human and strictly loyal to their mother country. Even those who do not favor the sovereign's decisions most often still stick to their powerful sense of allegiance. The strongest of the Empire's soldiers are often coming straight from their own natural bloodline.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 8:59 pm
Listen and Read! -Rules For you-
Do not post if your profile has not been accepted (I will reply if it is)
Please make me happy and put some effort into your post. No super bright colors, but something worth looking at.
At the top of each of your posts a name should be stated. Anything else is optional. This helps me remember who is who and whatever.
Anime pictures, please.
No godmodding under any circumstances. Period.
If you are going to be gone for awhile, tell me. I'll allow it with forewarning. But post when you are on, I don't want a dead thread just because someone decided to quit or just ask someone else a question.
No text speak, save in OOC. This is a literate rp. Don't make me get onto you about it.
Minimum post size- Two well written paragraphs. Please don't make replies extremely hard for me to do...
I expect you to be respectful of other's characters. I DO encourage in mindless violence though. It just has to have a reason.
No spontaneous murders of characters, unless it is done with the character master's permission and mine combined.
There will be NO trolling in my thread. Ever.
Nothing over PG-16 please, I'm not getting banned on this watch.
No cussing all the time. If you must do so, then ****** it.
OOC- is okay, as long as it isn't by itself (i.e. with the actual post)
Follow Gaia ToS obviously (Terms of Service)
-On profiles-
I expect them to be filled out and meet the requirements that I will put in the Skeleton. I expect good imagination, no obvious Gary Stus or Mary Sues seriously.
Pm me your profile labeled ''This Blade I Hold''
Put a Kill somewhere in your profile so I know you read the rules~
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 9:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 10:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 9:55 am
Available Positions:
Children of Faltiera:Guild Leader: Fenrir Kran' Torniya--(blacklyra0)
Ranked Assassins:
1 Alena Rose Dupree--(nekkajitge)
2. Aleida Cain--(Atami Uchiha)
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Shaman/healer: Luna Stardust--(Nyuka/Fulva)
Orphans:**Guild Leader:
Ranked Assassins:
1. Ensign Darkhart--(darknova11110)
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Shaman/healer: Fay Tsunade--(blacklyra0)Imperials:**Sovereign Ruler: Faris Lyn Aaliyah--(Nyuka/Fulva)
Soldiers:
1. Maximilian Crow--(blacklyra0)
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Scouts:
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Civilians and Others:
1. Annaleigh Cole--(Radioactive Snowflake)
2. Gregor von Drake--(aircutter)
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...Lady of the Obsidian, Faltiera: --Gamemaster (blacklyra0)More may be added as story progresses. Characters marked with ** will require a sample of your roleplay skills.
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 10:03 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 10:45 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 9:50 pm
Lady of Obsidian
Faltiera
The world is a cruel and bitter place, embroiled in such a terrifying cataclysm of war, death and accursed births destined only to follow the same harsh cycle from time immemorial. They spit up what essence their bodies can no longer contain after maiming has left them beyond comprehension of the mortal bound souls. Blood begets blood, and we are all undone. They cannot be saved by will of themselves. There is no cure for the combination of blindness and arrogance forged strong by a cold steel of hatred.
Only I can save you.
Only my Love can save you.
Only this Love/Power can save these cursed children of the world from themselves.
The world is changing, so how will you endure when the
tides turn/winds blow/earth upheavals/fires fan?
Be not afraid, my children, for I am here for you.
I will Love you no matter what you do, what you choose to use my boon for.
Kill who you will/Save you you will
Change is coming
Live the way you will/Die the way you will
But do not fear
Cry when you will/Laugh when you will
We are together
Be who you will/Deny who you will
But give me your devotion
You must give if you wish to receive, little ones.
If you desire my Love/Power, then you must Love me.
You must Worship me.
For when the new dawns comes with
/Blood/
/Birth/
/War/
/Life/
/Peace/
/Death/
/Happiness/
We will face it together.
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 11:48 am
  In an underground location hidden away from the above world, a young woman sat on her knees before an alter dedicated to the pardon guardian of all assassins, Lady Faltiera. Her face was hidden to all by a large hood, her gloved fingers laced together as she chanted a prayer of love and adoration to the Lady who guides her children. Mentally, the young woman was far away from her chanting form, her spirt was on another plain, mediating and searching for signs that the Lady Mother had need of her children. Suddenly her sprite was ripped back into the living plain by the spirit of her predecessor, the old healer, whom she had mentored under. The kind old woman didn't seem to want to move on after her death, she was just one of a few haunts the lingered in the children's lair. Unbeknownst to its current residents almost all of their fallen companions linger for at least a little while before moving on to Faltiera's awaiting arms.
Once out of her trance she gave the old spirit a quizzical glance, "Why in the name of Faltiera, did you break me from my trance so harshly?" The spirit didn't need to say anything in response, as a blood curtailing wail that echo throughout the catacomb like cathedral, answered for her. "I see, I am needed." Luna gracefully got to her feet and made her way swiftly to the infirmary, arriving just before a group of her assassin brothers and sisters barged though the large door. "Oh please you have to save him." came the voice of a lady assassin who was showing an uncharacteristic amount of emotion, "Please you must save my Heclum." With her back turned to the group while she shifted though her herbs, and pastes, she pointed to a cot, "Set him there and tell me his malfunction." The men that had been caring him quickly set him on the bed, while a few other explained. They had been on a high risk assignment to take out the four chair leaders in the Rengaulians sector of the Imperial regime. Someone must have tipped them off, or perhaps it was a false mission in the first place in the hope of killing off members of the guild. One was killed during the initial ambush, and the man laying before her now was not to far from it, that is if she didn't do anything to save him. "Please, please save my Helcum." The woman cried out again. Luna signaled with a wave of her hand for them to leave, and to take the distraction with them.
Once they had left, Luna bent close to the injured mans ear and whispered what she did every time she had a patient, on the verge of death. "Do you wish to live?" She would always ask this because she knew what it was like to wish for the numbing darkness that death promised. Many times in her youth she lay on the border of that never ending darkness only to come back time and again. Luna would not force a person to keep on living, so she would ask them if they wished to live. If they said no she would allow them to die by easing their soul from their broken bodies. This way they wouldn't suffer for hours before their death climbed them. But if they said yesβ¦
The broken man had shaky breath, and was in a great deal of pain, but still he manage an almost inaudible yes to affirm that he wished to live. Luna closed her empty white eye and released a soft breath, "Very well, I will anchor your soul to your body, so you will live to see it healed, you will be in a great deal of pain until then. " Luna checked over his wounds taking a quick Annalise of his condition. "I will make you a tonic to ease this pain, but since you are suffering from a punctured lung and a damaged femoral artery, I can not say that it will help much, if any. You have already lost a lot of blood and are still bleeding through your make shift bandages, you are going to need something to replenish this blood loss, if your body is going to be usable in the future." Luna had been mostly musing to herself as she quickly sealed his soul in is body. With his injuries he should be dead but some how he lived, all blessing from Faltiera.
First thing she did was rip away his pant leg so she could get a good look at his leg, had the cut done any more damage he would have bleed out within five minutes, meaning he would have died before they could get him to her. Next she cut away his chest covering being careful of the arrow that was still lodged in his chest. After taking a good look at this she moved over to her brewing potion of Marigold, Ginger root, Liver, and Chamomile. The brew was meant to reduce infection, nausea and thin the blood, while replacing the blood lost. The Chamomile was to put him to sleep.
Once he had finished the disgusting concoction Heclum fell into a restless sleep he didn't even know if he would awaken from. Once sleep claimed the man Luna spared no time to remove a thin strip of metal that had been heating over the fire, she was going to have to cauterize, the wound on his leg, if he was lucky he wouldn't have to have it remove later. It was a slow going process sealing the leak in the artery and then skin and tissue in his leg. hopefully the ginger root would thin his blood long enough so he would not develop a clot in his leg later. With the crude patch work done on his leg she move over to his chest that still had the arrow in it. Lungs were tricky, the only thing keeping his air from completely escaping or blood from filling them would be arrow she would have to remove. She brought over a salve that she would use as a thin patch, I would hold as long as he remained asleep and his breath was rested and not over worked. Placing the bowl that held the salve next to the man she use one hand to apply as much pressure as she dared, and used the other hand to gently and patiently pull the arrow from his chest being careful to not cause any more damage then necessary. Once the arrow was removed Luna took a large hollow grass stock she used as a tube syphon to remove any blood or liquid that had managed to get into his lung. Around the tube she applied the salve, in a half hour she would check to see if any other liquid was in his lungs before she would remove and finish the seal. She would then have to stitch him up. If he some how damage the seal she had put on his lung then she would have to open him up and fix it up again. Setting back she place the salve on a table for later use. She took the soiled water she had been using through out the process to keep the blood at bay so she could see what she was doing. She took the bloody water out of the infirmary, she told one of the other assassins to keep watch over him until she got back.
Luna walked out of the building and up to a steady river stream that flowed under ground, it was a clean source of water that she took advantage of as often as possible. She washed her arms and face in the river before refilling the large bowl with more water and taking it back up to the infirmary. Considering the state he had been in when he arrived Heclum seemed to be doing better, but he was still in danger. If he survived he would be one strict bed rest for three months minimum and he wouldn't be able to take on any kind of mission for six months after that. It would be hard for him, but now Luna was tired so she took a seat next to the man not slacking in the least on her vigil watch.
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 9:46 pm
  Fenrir remained above ground at the moment, sitting stiffly in one of the dilapidated couches within the shack leading down into the Children's underground, fingers intertwined and eyes staring sharply out the window. A slight trail of snow flurries was caught on the wind and twisted through the open aperture, whizzing by the young man's shoulder as he leaned marginally to one side to casually avoid it. He seemed almost statuesque but for his otherwise minimal movements, and seemed to radiate the very essence of focus and solitude, despite his place as a leader of a shadowed people. Fenrir was this way for most of his life, indeed, since the boy was a very small child, having waded through the depths of hellish slavery only to emerge as a nearly unstoppable force of will and controlled anger. He was different in this way. Many who suffered similar fates went through a variety of end results of persona: some became meek and harmless under such pressure, others struck out with rash anger and were subsequently put down, and others possessed mental scars of various sizes that may mar their actions. Instead, Fenrir's otherworldly calm and exceptionally serious attitude was deceptive, leading most unaware of his broken past to believe that the assassin had been trained from youth to act in such a manner. Only his dead parents could contradict this claim--as the young man had no intention to go about spilling his secrets--and admit that the boy had been innocent and clingy as a child, terrified of any new thing he failed to understand.
The few existing assassins who knew what Fenrir suffered through had dared not to mention it, for even the Guild Leader's loyalty to his comrades could not stop him from being enraged at any mention of his past. For they knew... Fenrir had been fragile as a child, so there was no reason he would be enslaved for labor. He had no real skills for anything at the time, removing any option of crafting apprenticeship, or working slave. There was only one other option...and it was taboo to speak of it.
Fenrir sensed, rather than saw the assassin returning back to the hideout, his eyes closing slowly as the form of a young woman entered through the front door and quickly latched the lock shut behind her. Of course, had he seen the girl physically before she entered, it would have been a clear sign that she needed more training. "You've returned," As always, his voice was blunt and nearly emotionless, something that put off some of the younger recruits until they realized he meant well.
The young woman straightened up and brushed some of her shoulder-length, chocolate-colored hair behind her ear with a habitual gesture, her gaze just a little short of meeting his now opened eyes. Piercing blue eyes yes, but also unnatural, just like his rare shade of white locks, and almost seemed to glow softly in the wan light. Even if they trusted and admired him, Fenrir remained a rather enigmatic and unsettling figure to share eye contact with. "I have, Shadowmaster. Captain Friedian of the 23rd Regiment has been silenced. His carcass lies in the river Tornac, where it will soon be discovered when it drifts through Guyldia as per your orders, sir. The Rengaul contact left us a token of his thanks for upholding the contract." She placed a leather-bound bag of coins into Fenrir's outstretched hand before falling silent. A warning well given. The late captain had been an extremist who pushed for more forced conscriptions--especially from the rebellious Rengaulians, who were the Children's most generous donors. Killing the man would leave no doubt that the Guild's distaste in the Empire's recruitment was real. "Very well. You are dismissed." The assassin sighed in relief and left him then, opening a rickety door behind the leader and pulling aside a corner of barely noticeable loose carpet to reveal a secret passage. Fenrir watched her pull it open and descend into the lair, watching the snow only for about ten more minutes until he followed after.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 9:21 am
Luna stepped back after finishing the stitching on Helcum again. This was the second time she had to stitch him back up in the last hour. After she had initially stitched him up the man had awoken, and struggled in his pain, tearing at his stitches and destroying the seal on his lung. She had to go back in and reseal it and drain more fluids from his lung after giving him another potion, this one had thrice the dose of Chamomile to hopefully keep him sleeping. Luna had worked up a small sheet of sweat on her forehead, which she had to force herself not to wipe away so she wouldn't get the mans blood on her face. Sitting back down in her chair she took notice that the fallen assassins spirit made an appearance along with the Mieko the elderly healer. The one spirit seemed to hover closely to Helcum, she decided that they had probably been friends, or family; She didn't follow the personal lives of her guild brothers and sisters all that much, so she couldn't be sure which.
No one in the children knew much of Luna. In fact no one outside the guild knew much of Luna ether; In fact even her own parents, if she were to ever see them again, wouldn't recognize her for how she had change. It was a strange little life she had made for herself, she didn't have any goals, anyone she would want revenge on was dead. It seemed she had reached an end to her story but she kept living regardless.
"Emerald, Jade" Luna called to a couple of young girls that were watching from their place against the wall. Some parents wished for their children to have at least a basic understanding of first aid before they were old enough to take on missions of their own. Often times these parents would request that she allow them to shadow her. It wasn't really an apprenticeship, like what she had with Mieko, where she would be actively engaged in the healing process. It was instead a hands off learning experience where the children were meant to observe her while she worked, often times she would forget that they were actually there; Having gained a habit of explain what it was she was doing while healing, it seemed to work out just the same. "I need you to run a couple of messages for me." Emerald and Jade were a couple of twins that were her current shadows, she would often times send them to deliver messages for her so she could get to work on something she deemed more important. Luna could honestly say she enjoyed the company of children, they were fresh and untainted by the world, often time their mindless chatter would have hint at age old wisdom, whether or not the realized this was something else entirely. "I need you to inform the guild master of the current condition of Helcum, and to have him get someone to set up the wood for a funeral pier for the fallen brother." Luna watched the spirits reaction to her words, she wasn't disappointed when he turned to look at her with something akin to fear. "The team that he was apart of should have had time to inform him about the mission, so he shouldn't be completely ignorant to the situation." Luna paused before sighing "Also let that woman from earlier know how he's doing, after that you may be excused for the day." Luna watched them leave, then turned her eyes back to the spirits in the room. "So how long are you going to hang about?" The question was directed at the new spirit since Mieko was stubborn and thought that she was still needed here to look after everyone. Luna wandered idly if she would end up like her after her death, unable to move on because healing is all she does. "Helcum is my best friend I want to see him healed and married to my sister." Luna mused that it must be that woman she had sent the children to inform. "I see, you will be here for some time then. I will pray for you, if Lady Faltiera be willing, she will hold off on taking you, so you have no living regrets."
The spirit did a short bow "Thank you Lady healer, you are too kind." Luna stared at the spirit, "It is merely my job nothing more, I must go to Faltiera's alter to commune with her, come to me if your friend begins to stir so that I might dose him with more sleeping elixir." With that Luna left the two spirit in the infirmary and moved off to an underground spring where she proceeded to cleanse her body of impurities so she could more easily detach herself from her body to speak to Faltiera on the spirits behalf. Moving back to the alter Luna donned the same kneeled sitting position she had been in hours ago before she was needed in the infirmary. This time she would be chanting something different; Along with the love and adoration, she would also be chanting a prayer of mercy for the spirit. Faltiera rarely deemed in necessary to answer back, even rarer that she would appear to her in any form. If Faltiera deemed her requests worthy, then it would be so, if not then she would take what ever actions she wished. That was the way of the Lady.
Entering her meditative state Luna could be lost to the world for hours easily. It was no wonder she didn't get bored with her solitary life style.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 11:29 am
Ξ±Ξ·Ξ·Ξ±βΡΞΉΙ’Π½ cΟβΡ 
For once, they had more than enough bread, they weren't running out and she was growing frustrated that she had slowed herself down. If not for dropping the bowl of flour, she may have had another pie in the process of being ready. The counters were covered in ingredients, and the little kitchen where she was working was a mess. Her mother and her brother walked in, both trying not to laugh at the frustrated girl as she rushed around the kitchen, both setting down a few bags of flour. "Thanks! Though, can one of you check on the cake over there?" She questioned, distractedly waving over to one of the stoves as she rushed to mix the ingredients she would need for a pie. This time she was going to try and make a cherry pie, as they already had sold a few apple pies and some customers were wanting cherry as well.
No one answered and Annaleigh gave a sigh of frustration before whirling around and grabbing the oven mitt from atop the stove, opening it to stare at the golden top of one of the cakes. "Just in time.." She muttered, pulling it out and setting it on the counter next to the stove. There were a few bowls of batter laying around, but all of her cake pans were currently full. She had to get a few pies done so she turned to finish making the cherry pie, soon putting it in the oven and as she waited, she worked on cleaning up and when she got that done, she waited to see if her dad needed her to bring anything else out.
He'd do a casual whistle when hardly anyone was in the shop, and she would bring out any baked goods that she had made and set them up. Today would be bringing in a good amount of profit to hopefully help pay for the upkeep of the small shop that her family had owned for years now. Who would deliver it to the tyrant, she wasn't sure but she knew her brother and her father weren't the best suited for such a job.
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Radioactive Snowflake Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 6:43 pm
 A legend will never die.
'What a dim morning,' he thought to himself. He gazed out the window of his tower, looking upon upon the land he owned. The tower wasn't entirely used by him... But he considered it his either way. Why wouldn't he? Everything was his. Everyone, everything, and whatever the eye can see. He was the ruler, of course.
Faris watched the people, so small from his height. They were basically specks. Specks moving along in their daily life. They mingled. They fought. What they did as parts didn't matter at all to him. They were all just... pieces. Not even really cogs in a machine because they were that easy to be replaced. The only issue he could have with these little pawns were when they decided to revolt. However, they could buckle all they want. He would crush them into submission. A small grin curled onto his lips while he continued to watch them.
He stepped away from the window. No need to bore himself with their petty living. His footsteps against the hard floor creaked. He didn't have the lightest of feet, he knew. He was a large and incredibly intimidating man. Not only because of his bigger than normal height and form, but his status as ruler. If so he chose, he could
end not only one person, but their entire family. Have them thrown away. End a family business. What couldn't he do? He slept very well night, no guilt in destroying the future of the unlucky ones who rose against him. Pardon, those unlucky ones who tried to rise against him.
Not much crossed his mind as he pondered his working room. He was generally care free, compared to the working class. He supposed his tasks were strenuous at times, his dictatorship always reaching new lands. Lands his fathers before had casted their tall shadows on before ruthlessly taking. They all stole the homes of the weak in their different styles, though Faris fought differently. He didn't care for the spilling of blood; it was far too filthy to have stain his grounds, so he struck other places. He directed his men to not kill, but destroy their land. Force the peasants to their knees, to bow before their new ruler. His tactic proved to be highly effective. His reign of power stretched far, though he wanted much more. He was setting himself to be the greatest ruler there had been in the past two hundred years. He would become a legend.
Enough internal rambling, he decided. The man's mind was vast things, far to easy to lose himself in when not occupied by an objective. He decided there must be something he could do currently. What was it, again?
occ: I'll fix this up as soon as I can, in terms of layout. I have no idea what it looks like from a conputer, but appears fine on the phone? My apologies on the actual post, too. Yeah. I'll go to my shame corner now.
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