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 Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 4:25 pm
Suhuba The First Blooms
Prompt 1
Solo or RP Format
Can be used toward Solo or RP req
The Matron called for a meeting at the center of Zinris, the Extremists' new home on the island of Yael. She stood before her banished sisters, all of them gathered before a large tree that was much different than the ones of the land. This tree, known to the Extremists as Elzira, was their prized possession and greatest hope. For it had sprouted from one of Aisha's seeds, taken in the land and grown to great extremes in only a year.
And, it had three blooms.
Many had been uncertain when the tree first began to bloom, considering the flowers were different in color than those of Aisha. They were the same appearance wise, but the darker colors caused doubts in some of the sisters. Would they even bloom? The tree was still young, and it had only just been a year since it had been planted. The sisters had prayed for strength and justice from the tree, but none expected to be blessed with this sign of new life.
The matron, however, had her faith.
"Over a year ago we were banished to these soils and expected to make it our home," The Matron finally addressed the gathered sisters, "The earthlings and our traitorous sisters expected us to wilt. They expected us to fail. By cutting us off from the mainland, they believed it would be like cutting our head from our bodies."
Some sisters shouted their own outrage, the anger of the betrayal and the frustration of their failure still fresh wounds. Others stood stubborn, wondering if the Matron would finally let them know what their true potential and future on the island would be.
"I have heard a voice, one that grew in strength as this tree grew in our home. As we grow stronger so does this voice, and she speaks to me. She tells me stories of how to survive; of how to move through these woods and what we need to heal and to grow strong. Elzira...she is the one who called us here today to show us her promise for cultivating live in our new home and providing to us as a true mother should!"
The sisters began to whisper once the Matron moved from her stand and toward the three blooms. Those in front could see that the blooms were shifting as if the contents inside were struggling to break free.
"Watch, my faithful and dedicated sisters, as the true vision of our future is revealed. Elzira has spoken. Today is the day that our future begins!"
As she finished speaking the first bloom began to split, and soon enough the others followed. The Matron reached down within the bloom, grabbing a small form before turning to hold up the quivering child high in the air. Where she stood, the entire extremist group could all see the child.
As the Matron presented the bloomed child, the entire group began to chant. They calling out to show the strength of their mission and the power of Elzira. This day would forever remain a staple on them all. The true vision of their cause, held in the hands of their Matron, was revealed in the form of the Elaria.
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|| This is an extremist only prompt, as they were unable to do the last World Event. At this time, no one outside of the camp knows of the Elaria blooms.
|| Extremists, how does your character feel about this big announcement? After a year of waiting, wondering, they finally have proof that their cause has meaning. How do they feel about the new tree that has taken on the role of Aisha? And what are their thoughts of the new race, the Elaria, that bloomed from the trees?
|| Feel free to RP with each other or do a solo reflecting your character's thoughts and actions immediately after the Matron's announcement.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 5:54 pm
Shock was her first reaction when she came into town to get some aid. Shock to see a tree with blossoms upon it that made her heart ache with memories at the sight of it. Not the bright colors of Aisha… but a duller tree, a younger tree.. A spitting image of Aisha except or age and the dullness about it. Her heart beat fast when she saw it: had Aisha given them a blessing? Ixtil had missed the announcement of the Matron’s revelation of the seed.. she had not known it grew here. She had been too busy trying to learn how to live within this new land to return to this village more than once in a while to see if her letters had been delivered or a letter returned. Despite the banishment, they were still able to send letters back and forth; a few of their sisters back on the mainland had not left to be banished (cowards to not accept the consequences of their actions!) but it meant at least a visit every few months to allow letters and words to be exchanged.
Her hope died though as she heard the Matron’s words. She agreed with some of the hared that the Matron voiced… but she didn’t cry out in victory with the others. For what victory was there? To her the Matron was weak: she did not deserve to lead… there needed to be one who was strong to lead them, not some old biddy only followed since she was a mystic. A mystic who could hear this tree; and that gave her some hope there was too be a future and a chance at strength and power. But there would be no power in the future if this tribe was led by some person who had lost.. and then quietly just let them be dragged here! Not that she minded here… Ixtil rather liked Yeal! But… It wasn’t home. Not yet.
Ixtil walked about, gathering information, pieces here, some words there. It was a hunt for information: while she preferred physical hunts that ended in blood, the hunt for information was just as important. She learned that the Matron had brought along a bag from which the seedling had come from. From what she gathered Ixtil came to believe it had been stolen... and the appearance of the tree was all the proof she needed. If Aisha had willingly given a part of herself away than it would look like Aisha... not changed as it was.
But within her lay a small glimmer of hope that it wasn’t stolen; that the blooms would open up into alkidike girls and that she’d see more of the pale yellow of her sisters. And if not… if not she wasn’t sure what to do. Perhaps she would wait in judgement upon whatever bloomed, wait to see if it was strong enough to consider a cousin or niece. Not a sister though.. sisters were those like her born of Aisha. This would give birth to either weakling monsters to be culled or nieces and cousins she could be proud to stand by. It would depend upon the strength of the children: their mental or physical strength. If this was to be their future than it had better be strong! Stronger than the Matron and her lies and willingness to just be set aside. Stronger than the ones that banished them!
A few weeks later she returned to the village, curiosity drawing her back as she waited to see what bloomed. She was filled with disappointment when what was held up was grey. Grey and pink; very much like this dull land she was in. Dull colors that she did like… It would not be a sister ever… but perhaps, just maybe, it could be a niece. At least it didn’t look too different. Just some funky antennae and weird colors that looked cute. Now to wait and see how they developed. If they’d be weak or strong. If they’d be worthy of carrying on her new tribes blood or not. The weak would be killed… if she could do so without disturbing the rest of the tribe. Ixtil had a feeling that these exiles would grasp at any straw of hope and would protect event he weak ones that didn’t deserve it. A hunting accident perhaps? She sighed and left the village. It was annoying all these things popping up. But each set back and challenge she met and powered through made her stronger. Each loss gave her wisdom, each triumph experience. And one day she would be strong enough to try and lead this tribe to real power… or at least have a voice in its running. Ixtil wasn’t sure she wanted to have the burden of leadership; it meant too much talking and sitting and not enough getting out and doing!
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