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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 11:47 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 11:48 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 11:51 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 11:59 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 12:01 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 12:08 pm
-| I |-
Directory
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0. Empyrean Certification of Bonding.
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i. "Memoria."
ii. "Initium."
iii. "Advena."
iv. "Evestigatum."
v. "Inceptum."
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I. Directory.
II. Rules of Engagement.
III. Empyrean Profile.
IV. Possessions.
V. Past.
VI. Present.
VII. Possibilities.
VIII. Personal Musings.
---. [Sketchbook.]
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Credits
Empyrean Concept and Story: Taro Rae.
Regulus Certification and Design: Taro Rae.
Regulus Character and Development: Koritaka.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 12:13 pm
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Rules of Engagement
Thread rules, recommendations, and guidelines.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 12:38 pm
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Personal Profile
Biography
Alignment
Orientation
Colours and Meaning
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 12:48 pm
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Possessions
Inventory
Personal Belongings
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 12:51 pm
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Past
Timeline
Character History
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 2:30 pm
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Present
Current Events and Updates
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- June Event -
"A Sleeping Beauty"
The Mysterious Affliction of Professora Bellona
Scrawled in fine handwriting upon a lengthy piece of parchment, Regulus has been taking silent notes upon all that the elder Empyreans have said with any certainty in regards to the mysterious situation of Professora Bellona. He has penned a title at the top of the page, underlined with a firm stroke:
That which we have learned. Bardane "Good morning, Empyreans. This is your Law Professor, Bardane speaking. I just wanted to update you on the status of your Magical Theory Professora. As you may have heard, Bellona has suffered some form of attack, and is in a very severe Coma. I will be giving you updates as to her deteriorating status, and whatever information wemanage to uncover. If any of you have any idea of who or what may have been the cause of this terrible accident, please speak up. So far, the only thing we can be certain of is that it wasn't one of the Metatrons.
May the Ether give you strength.
~Bardane." Bardane "Good afternoon, Empyreans. Another update regarding the mysterious condition of Professora Bellona. After extensive scanning with both medical equipment and Aura Reading, we've noticed a steady decline in the levels of Bellona's Essence strength. This is obviously concerning, as if it continues it may have permenant effects even if we manage to rehabilitate her. Since this discovery, all of the Professors have been subjected to potent anti-fallacy potions and been thouroughly interrogated. We have managed to determine that none of the Professors have been directly or indirectly responsible. Again, if anyone has any further information to aid in our investigation, please notify myself, or another member of the Chorus.
May the Ether give you strength.
~Bardane." Eleuthero Eleuthero looked up as the Twins addressed he and the other gathered body. "Welcome to the Heart of the City. This room is reserved for meetings of utmost importance, and to see such a turn-out is quite heart-warming. Thank you all for coming, in this hour of need. Now, we haven't learned much more than what Professor Bardane has been dutifully relaying to you all, but if we can answer your questions, and set your minds a little more at ease, we will answer to the best of our capacity." Eleuthero paused, took a deep breath and offered a brave smile to all those gathered. "And for those of you wishing to help solve this mystery, we would appreciate it. Time is unfortunately against us. So, I will open the floor to Questions. To keep things under some manner of control, please raise your hand if you've a question to ask. and let's begin shall we?" Bardane "Good afternoon, Empyreans. Another update regarding the mysterious condition of Professora Bellona. The Chorus has determnied we must eliminate all possibilities, and nothing to be overlooked, or it may mean death for Professora Bellona. That stated, we have begun to scan every Empyrean in the city for malignance and energy-draining type essence trails. Obviously this is a huge job, and it it takes much lnoger than we'd like. So far, we've successfully finished scanning all of the Black District and the Melancholia District, and have determined that it is not a Melancholic Empyrean responsible. We will continue with our scans, and we will alert you to any new findings as they arrise.
May the Ether give you strength.
~Bardane." Lelaus "Oh hells yah!" Replied Professor Lelaus, uncrossing his boots from the chair they were propped up on and letting both heels hit the floor with a soft thu-thud. "Believe me, Lelaus has been damn busy checking up on every registered Animal Trainer, Monster Trainer, and triple-checking the Fauna Gardens. It's tough work, sugar." Lelaus said, pushing a hand through his thick golden hair and keeping his glance on her as he spoke. "I can't mark them off yet. I still need to magically assess every Monster liscenced in the City, and get Sable's help scanning for any that may be present that aren't registered - such as those under a disguise of some sort. Sugar, Lelaus has only gotten started on all the work he has to do." He gave a tired shrug of his shoulders that contrasted rather starkly with the reassuring grin on his face. Lelaus Startled and hurt by Kallisto's sour reaction Lelaus raised both his hands, palms open and digits spread wide. "Oh, hey now...no need to bring up hackles, girlie..." Lelaus spoke, though his voice was soft and unsure. When he heard Yambati's response his tone gained back much of the confidence of before, but little of the gusto. "Hey now, I haven't ruled out the Monsters yet. We haven't finished our scans and such. And yeah, Abberations are being considered. Euphrasia is working on checking all of them. Golem's aren't a threat because they can't do magic, and this attack is clearly magical in nature. Still, Raelyn's been checking them anyways, and so far nothing out of the ordinary. As for bellona having ventured outside....not recently. The last Pass she took out of the city was a number of months ago. She's been working from here since then. And in that time between there was no strange signals, essence trails or Outside contact that we know of." Lelaus shrugged grimly, and his glance flicked worriedly back to Kallisto, making a mental note to talk to her later, in private, and make sure she didn't hate him. That would make Lelaus very very sad. Melonia Melonia raised her voice at that, pushing herself forward off the wall against which she'd been leaning. "Such a thing is possible, and has happened to new Threes or Two's on their Transitional Journey out of the City..." Melonia shook her head sadly, a perturbed expression marring her pretty features. "But Bellona was the best we've got as picking up on that sort of Trailing, or dormant magical leeching... She would have noticed. It...it just doesn't make sense!" Melonia burst out, slamming one fist into her open palm. She quickly composed herself, tugging on her ears a little and taking a few deep breaths, forming mudras with her hands to calm herself. Gregor "I resent that." Gregor growled from his chair, his arms tightly crossed against his chest. "Everyone knows that Bellona and I don't get on. But to insinuate I would harm a Professor, or indeed any Official of this City, then you've grossly misjudged me." Gregor had his temper well in check, but it could be seen seething below the surface, and his Aura of Essence was flickering and wavering about him in angry little spurts as he forcibly kept his emotions in check. "Regardless of what you might think of me, you show zero faith in the Metatrons, or the Chorus, for having appointed me to the job I hold. And that's blasphemy." Gregor paused, glowering darkly about the room, his features handsome and striking in his fury. "I've taken every one of their tests. I've passed every single one of them. And not that your curiosity isn't appreciated..." Gregor bit the words off as if they possessed a bitter taste. "But you shouldn't let your personal opinions of people get in the way of facts. And the facts say that I'm innocent, as well I am. I'd like it if everyone would stop pointing fingers at me everytime something goes wrong." Melonia Melonia nodded at Regulus' words. "Precisely. This is too flawless, too perfect. To explain the effects of this magic...it's like an airtight seal has been put around Bellona, only instead, it is suffocating her Essence. Normally in spellwork, there is a weakness, something the spell is suceptable to. It is in this way that we can counter magic. But there's nothing - no back door, no loop holes. We can't figure out a way in. Abrid's been trying, he hasn't left her side for an instant." Melonia paused. "I've never seen anything like it. Not even Bellona could have come up with this...." Her voice was toneless, her fur prickled. Melonia Melonia thought that one over, making mudras to aid memory with her hands. "Well, she was found in her own chambers in the morning. It leads us to believe that she was attacked during the night, and so, it would be unlikely that she was working on anything at the time. There was no sign of a struggle, and no project notes or anything of the sort left about..." Melonia Melonia shrugged. "We've scanned all the Professors, all the Shop Keeps...and they're all innocent. We're commencing scans of all the other Empyreans in the city, but there's no one else she was really close with. Bellona was a hard lady to get close to..." She listened to Astaroth's question carefully. "She was not greatly liked by quite a few of her ex-students, as she's a stern Professora... but everyone respects her. There's no noe who really has a problem with Bellona on a level that serious. She's a very sensible person, if a bit strict." Melonia Melonia listened to Mathiaz and Abacus' questions and thought carefully before answering. "Some very talented magic users can fool a scan done by one person...But we've had everyone subjected to seperate and simultaneous scans by all of our best Skryers." Melonia inclined her head towards ardys, who was hiding shyly in one corner of the room. "Ardys has been overseeing all these scans, and he's not noticed any irregularities. We've also had technoequip lie detectors in place, to catch fallacies... Our tests are as perfect as we're capable of. No one in this City could trick these tests." She paused, tugging at her ears. "There was no phyisical change in Bellona before this happened, no irregularities in her behaviour... And more troubling, physically she has still not shown any side effects. For all intents and purposes, she looks like she's sleeping." A Sleeping Beauty, Melonia thought to herself. Melonia Melonia didn't laugh at Mathiaz' comment. Instead she shot a furtive, meaningful glance at Bardane, who was very intently focusing on his fingernails. "I don't think that worked." Melonia whispered, hoping Bardane would not hear, or at least choose to pretend he hadn't heard. Melonia "Well, under normal circumstances, in order to drain someone's Essence you'd need to either be a Metatron, in which case the process takes all of ten minutes, and there are significant physical alterations." Melonia paused. "However there are a few spells that can cyphon a little Essence, but they require a great expenditure of magical energy, and for the attacker to be within sight of their target. Also, the use of such spells are Restricted by the Metatrons, and are punishable by Extinguishment if used without permission." Gregor "Exactly!" Gregor burst out, his voice grating. "I've been saying that from the beginning. If everything we've learned basically proves it couldn't have been something inside the City, then we ought to be looking outside!" Gregor shot potent glares at Bardane and Eleuthero. "We're wasting precious time on this. i know you keep saying we can't overlook or write off anything without disproving it first...but surely we can start searching elsewhere..." Melonia Melonia shot him a glance. "We've heard all this in the Chorus meetings, Gregor. No need to bring this all up again in front of the younglings." Then she turned to Abacus. "A group cannot co-ordinate their mnids in order to perform those sorts of spells. The only one we know that is capable of netting his mind like that is Paxar, and he's go no one he could connect with, so that's been ruled out. As for access to those spells, the only ones who do are the Professors and the Shop Keeps. There are a few Threes out there who have learned the spells, but never had the opportunity to utilize them. They are currently being scanned." Melonia shrugged sadly, with a hopeless smile. Gregor "Yes." Gregor intoned meaningfully. "I think these kids ought to hear everything we know, and know what we don't know." Gregor stood up from his chair and stalked to the front oft he room, to stand beside Melonia, his aura of fiery energy swirling about him in agitation. "It is more likely that it's something outside the walls. These guys don't want to entertain this thought until they've certainly ruled out everything here first... Because it means we have to entertain the notion that there's Magic in the Outside that's stronger than anything we've got. And if that's the case, the Outsiders might have access to it..." Gregor's mood was dark and his words intense with conviction. Melonia Melonia tried her best to ignore Gregor's commanding presence. "You'd need to be physically within 10 feet of them, the entire time you were draining, and not break your eyecontact. No one Empyrean could do it for this long, they'd use up all their own essence and die..." Gregor Gregor gave a deep melodramatic bow of concession to Melonia. "Oh, one more bit of evidence that prooves it's no one here. Come on Mel, you're smart enoguh to recognize this when you see it! If it were a Monster within the City walls we'd have picked up on it. Sable or even Bellona before this happened to her would have noticed its presence if it was really this strong!" Gregor turned back to the students. "And yes, there is something else they won't tell you. Tamerind doesn't think it's wise to mention it... But strike me to hell, you ought to know." Gregor took a deep breath, and with several of the Threes verbally protesting and screaming for him to stop Gregor continued. "During the War when the Crator was first opened, Essence leaked out into our world for the first time. Our ancestors stumbled upon it and became the very first Empyreans.... But that fissure broke through more than earth and smoke..." Gregor's voice, though he was yelling, was barely audible above the din. Bardane especially was screaming about Gregor's superstitious nonsense. "That fissure cracked from here to Hell!!" And Gregor's aura of essence flared, demanding he be heard, and blasted off his body about a foot. The other Threes fell silent and stepped back, shooting looks of disgust, horror, hatred and fear. Gregor, for all his pride and all his independance retreated back to his chair and dropped his head into his hands. Lelaus "Weeeelll..." Lelaus began, looking about at the other Professors for support. There was none to be had. Lelaus cleared his throat. "Technically all of the names for the monsters are actually names of Demons from various ancient faiths..." Lelaus wrung his hands and his tail was puffed up something awful. "And, well... The pattern of naming was so chosen because one of the first Monsters discovered was one Belial... Who calls himself the Champion of Hell. It's a title, really... It doesn't mean the literal Hell... But there are those who believe that it's not figurative." Lelaus exhaled. Lelaus Lelaus shook his head. "Oh, belial is very real... He just doesn't like to be pestered. The only ones who can summon him are the Metatrons in unison - quite a feat, and not done in our lifetime." Lelaus tossed a swift glance at Astaroth. "Names have power... and they are not chosen lightly. Sometimes a name defines a thing...other times the thing becomes it's descriptor. Belial is most likely the latter case. Still, we know almost nothing about the nature of the Legendary Monsters. And without more knowledge, we honestly don't know their limits. All we know is that all of the Legendaries are extremely powerful. How powerful or in what ways remains to be seen." Lelaus looked frightened and meek, a polar opposite of his usual self. He seemed to be making a distinct effort to not make eye-contact with Gregor, who was watching him intently from his chair. Eleuthero It was Eleuthero who spoke up, and Lelaus looked so grateful he might've hugged the old Empyrean. "I'm afraid what modern incarnations of Hell that may exist do not have heirarchy of the biblical representations." Eleuthero paused, sucking on his teeth a moment. "It seems that in order for there to be a God, the God must have followers and faith. Without them, the God is nothingness... Hell however, does not seem to need such support. It is my educated guess that in the time since the Fall, the ranks of what would be called 'Heaven' have fallen into disrepair, so sayeth the Metatrons. As for 'Hell', they seem to have their own battles going on, and the Monsters of their realm - whatever it may be in truth, have been fighting over dominion and legions for a long time. The problem with discerning anything about the Legendaries is that they have an annoying habit of lying, or remembering things in such a way as to glorify themselves, and one must take several grains of salt with everything they say." Bardane "Good morning, Empyreans. This is your Law Professor, Bardane speaking. I just wanted to update you on the status of your Magical Theory Professora. Her condition is continuing to decline, and we've still not discovered the answers we need.
However, we wanted to let you know that the scans have been completed for the other alignments of Empyrean, and Choleric, Sanguine and Phlegmatic have all been found innocent of this malevolent attack. Having proven all Empyreans innocent of the attack, it is at this point we turn our attentions to other possible suspects: Monsters, Abberations, Potions, Technoequips, and other sources of Magic. If you have any possible clue of who may be responsible, please alert one of the Chorus.
May the Ether give you strength.
~Bardane." Bardane "Good morning, Empyreans. This is your Law Professor, Bardane speaking. I just wanted to update you on the status of your Magical Theory Professora. Her condition is continuing to decline, and we've still not discovered the answers we need.
Another update for you all. Euphrasia and Ardys have finished scanning all the Abberations in possession, and uncovered but not owned, and have found that none of them are responsible. While some of them do have the capacity to drain Essence, they have not been activated in months, and show no signs of magical use. We have uncovered one clue that may be of use, but as of yet we've been unable to decipher what it may mean. Ardys, when contacting the Scorched Souls of the Melancholia District, heard one of them mentioned, and I quote: "Bent eye of the Dark Duke, always curling inward, unable to rise until now."
If you have any possible clue of who may be responsible, please alert one of the Chorus.
May the Ether give you strength.
~Bardane." Ardys It was Ardys who answered. He swished forward from his place by the wall, effeminate and full of grace. "The problem with listening to the Scorched Souls is not a need to question their truthfullness." Ardys paused, demure and eyes down, trying to avoid angering anyone in the room. "They always speak the truth as far as they learned it. The problem is that they lose some amounts of grammatical structure... Sometimes they omit single words, other times entire clauses. So, it's very hard to refine and understand what they are referring to. Truly, without further clues - either from the Scorched Souls or from other sources - I really can't decipher it." Ardys bowed low, his long violet hair sweeping forward over one shoulder. Ardys Ardys bowed low again, glancing side-long at the two students, without truly turning to look at them. "Yes, I had considered that. But the Soul that spoke the words is one I commune with regularily. He has not yet been wrong... You see, he was one of the first, and most powerful, Scryers we've ever seen." Ardys Ardys bowed deeply, and then lowered himself to the floor. "Come, my students, and let us delve into the world. These three Dukes are difficult to skry because we know so little about them. I would appreciate your assistance." Ardys inclined his head to Riaan. "We shall begin with Lareje." Bardane "Good morning, Empyreans. This is your Law Professor, Bardane speaking. I just wanted to update you on the status of your Magical Theory Professora. Her condition is continuing to decline, and we've still not discovered the answers we need.
Another update for you all. The only thing left that could be causing this condition are the monsters. We have absolved all other possibilities of guilt, and bend all of our powers towards these little-understood creatures. Ardys and his team are working on trying to connect with, and track onto the Dukes of the Monsters. So far, they have managed to rule Leraje out. When contacting the Scorched Soul known as Ignatius, the wraith gave up another clue: "The Lesser risen years ago to serve and rule in turns he goes. No choice left to the Dark Duke but this: Usurp the usurper and steal his bliss."
If you have any possible clue of who may be responsible, please alert one of the Chorus.
May the Ether give you strength.
~Bardane." Taro Rae "Good morning, Empyreans. This is your Law Professor, Bardane speaking. I just wanted to update you on the status of your Magical Theory Professora. Her condition is continuing to decline, but we're coming closer to discovering the cause behind this mysterious ailment.
Ardys and his team have managed to assertain the whereabouts of the elusive Belial, who has been of late rather inactive towards us. Our spies have been able to pick up on a little information regarding his activities. It seems Belial is working of crafting a new type of monster, which he has named the Faust, to act as obedient soldiers to the cause of the Outsiders. When contacting the Scorched Soul known as Ignatius, to ask him about the possibility of Belial to be the culprit, the wraith gave up a more coherent answer: "Belial's cause is indirectly true, but to spite him rather, your Beauty sleeps. The Dark Duke aims to impress the legion, and prove his might where his brother had failed."
At this point in time, we believe we can point legitimate fingers at Mechiresa. All those able-essenced in the ways of offensive magic and deflecting arts, please report to the Chorus. We will need your support in this hour of need if we are to save Bellona's life.
May the Ether give you strength.
~Bardane." Taro Rae The Empyrean City shuddered.
It had taken the Empyrean Officials precious time to assertain the culprit behind Bellona's myserious illness. When it was finally discovered that Mechiresa, the so-called Dark Duke of Hell was the one responsible, the question arose once again; How could the Empyreans possibly face this adversay?
How?
Mechiresa was powerful, and had - in the past, at least - mostly kept to himself. His tactics and skills were widely undocumented. His methods were unknown. And truly, his real limit of power was seeming to be more potent and more horrifying than the Empyrean Officials had suspected.
So they banded together.
Every Empyrean capable of wielding their Essence for magical attack joined hands, and focused. They circled around Bellona's bedside; they stood packed shoulder to shoulder. They clasped hands, they raised their voices in mournful dirge. They practised mudras of amplification, they strengthed their Sleeping Beauty, and themselves, with salves and herbs and tinctures.
They made themselves as potent as they possibly could, and had to trust that it would be enough to draw their Professora back from the depths of hell.
Deep in the shadowy depths of the Collective Unconscious, Mechiresa rose, writhing madly. He lashed out against, them, howling as he felt his boundaries shrinking in towards him. His powers were mighty, but their devotion was steadfast. Deep, in the murk of the twilight - that time between waking and dreaming - Bellona was floating, her soul coaxed and trapped in a barrier of ice.
Mechiresa threw himself between his barrier and the oncoming souls of the Empyrean Nation. He must preserve his spell - it would not be much longer now, before their precious Seraphim would crumble beneath his magics, and would truly become a husk, a shell, a useless trinket.
"Thou shalt not stand to defy me! I am the Duke of Hell! I am the darkness from whence your power came. You must bend to me! You must bend to my Will!" The Dark Duke howled at them, his face constantly shifting whisps of smoke, and pain, and tormented flesh. His voice echoed out across the Twilight with grotesque power, the gurgling rolling sound of countless voices. This was the Dark Duke, this was the Mighty Mechiresa!
His rolling mass swept out towards them, the endless tendrils on his cloak and the stretching reach of his barrelled gauntlets came for those brave souls. And where he touched them, they too became encased in unnatural ice like the Professora they so wished to save.
Those brave souls banded against him raised their voices. Those that could sing, sang; those that could scream, screamed; and those that could fury silently, seethed. They flung their Essence out at him, a thousand thousand souls lashing out at him simultaneously.
The ice began to crack.
Around all those imprisoned it began to crumble, to melt. Flickers of movement of spirit could be seen within.
And then, in response to their wailing, their screaming dirge, something quite unexpected happened.
A bright light at first.
Huge, roiling, star-burst bright.
Nova.
The Metatron of Saguine was there, brilliant, and shining, a mass of sunlight energy, of primal fire, of super novas and celestial flames. Nova, their Metatron broiled her energies at Mechiresa.
With a shriek the Dark Duke recoiled.
The ice cracked a little more.
But behind him, there was no where to run to. The darkness, the shadow, the eternal dark he sought to take his refuge in became thick and blackened, a solid mass of dark. Mephistopheles thickened that blackness, the matter of space, of dreams, the dark murk the soul visits in sleep became an impenetrable wall of pulsing energy. The Metatron of the Melancholic grimaced and loomed forward, barring the way.
Agast, Mechiresa shrank back. His solace was not where he expected it to be! What now? The hellion began to panic.
Bellona's eyelids fluttered within the thinning ice.
The edges of the ice surrounding those brave Empyreans began to spike outwards, the crystals reforming, and drawing away. Droplets of crystaline water began to melt and fall from them. Fortuna was grasping at those shard, the massive, glowing form of their Phlegmatic Metatron, reaching with all her many whispy, ethereal hands at those crystals of ice. She rendered them water, bit by bit, and the ice became nothing but shining droplets on the Metatron's hazy brow.
Mechiresa howled and shrank, his massive form seething, steaming from the effort to remain on this astral plane between Earth and Hell. He glanced about him with intense eyes, nervous and angered, licking at his lips with black tongue and acid spittle.
And then the murky darkness in which they all stood shifted. The indefinite space that surronuded them grew shoots of thick rock, grew glittering ore, and Rasputin heaved open the chasms of earth beneath the shifting feet of Mechiresa. The Metatron of Cholera raised his rocky head and shrugged, rolling the ground beneath the Dark Duke and sending him tumbling down into the blackest depths of Hell.
Bellona awoke screaming.
And then the spell was broken. The Souls returned to their bodies, their rightful homes. The Empyreans sagged as one, having expended so much Essence, so much energy to fight in the only way they could against the demon.
Their Metatrons had woken to assist them.
These brave Empyreans had been in the presence of the Great Metatrons!
They were all touched.
Their Essenced formed upon their faces, to show the mark of what they had witnessed. A Tri-Horn to mark the three Metatrons they had seen, and another mark of unending courage for having witnessed their own Metatron.
But this last mark was embossed upon their hearts.
These, the brave citizens of the City of Empyrean.
Grave
Danna
Cyphr
Aureus & Argentum
Astaroth
Lior
Kallisto
Antigone
Aysel
Yambati
Yalitza
Blayk
Cashimer
Ubel
Riaan
Torrid
Zethyr
Dariyn
Jala
Abacus
Sombre
Daggart
and myself.
All Stage Three Empyreans who participated in this event have already been quoted above.
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Possibilities
-"With my Gaze upon the Morrow"-
Desired Additions
Career Goals
Assorted Dreams of the Future
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 11:51 am
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Personal Musings
-"Let Me Show You the World in My Eyes"-
Acquaintances
Allies
Enemies
Instructors
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Additional Impressions
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Sketchbook
Somewhere in this room is hidden a simple black book of pristine white pages, and on the first few of these one might find a collection of light drafts and spidery outlines. These few small, incomplete sketches seem to have been drawn with a hesitant hand, as if the artist had no intention of having penciled them, and then, once begun, had remained uncertain of ever finishing them.
This small set of timid, self-conscious attempts at art might have been available for your perusal . . . if only the dour Melancholy child had not been so consumed by his insecurity.
His cold criticism extends even to himself.
Perhaps with time, the solemn Journeyman will grow more comfortable with his new-found pursuit, and even seek to share his work with others, but as yet, Regulus has taken great care to conceal his sketchbook from sight.
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