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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 3:13 pm
Hamika decided if she was going to keep up with the times with her stories she had to actually -go- places and not just stay in her room until her jewelry making class. She looked up at the statues and paused. They were cloaked with wings. She pulled out a pad of paper and a pencil and started scribbling down notes about them.
"Tall, cloaked. Out stretched wings. "Look like priestesses. "Some do not like me being here. The priestesses, not statues."
Beneath it she drew something that sort of looked like the statue, and then moved on into the temple.
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Yayoi rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 61 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 3:43 pm
The brush of Aisa's hand against her shoulder caused Mei to jump just slightly. She was still a bit on edge after her recent experience. "A trance....just a trance." The small ghoul whispered to herself. But it felt so real. There was just no way for Mei to describe it. She felt apart of that world and yet didn't. Part of her knew that it wasn't real...or was it? As quickly as she had appeared Aisa disappeared, Mei glanced over to Aurian with a slightly raised eyebrow. "Who was that?" Her voice was still hushed, perhaps in fear that if she spoke too loud the figure might return and she was quite sure she had had just about enough excitement for one day. Her attention was captured briefly by the Clan member who draped the necklace over the central pyre and chanted. But she shrugged it off lightly. Though something in the back of her mind kept gnawing at her. All these rituals. All these prayers and offerings. The strange phrases and subtle deviousness that some of the Clans members seemed to let slip from time to time. Mei had a sneaking suspicion.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 5:25 pm
Mitsu had decided to do some exploring of her own though that had left her getting lost between the forge and where she was now. She wished Hel was with her, it was easier getting lost when you had a companion. Her hands clutched nervously at her dress, red eyes scanning the area until it settled on one of the priestesses. Curiously she watched her, following her instruction to come forward and take a seat. At first Mitsu hesitated, worried that letting her mind wander at this time would be a bad idea. Meditation hadn’t gone very well after all. She only relived the nightmares she had been having recently. Still, she did as she was told, her eyes blinking for a moment as she tried to calm her nerves.
The lycan wasn’t certain when reality shifted into what it was now. One moment she was staring at the priestess and one long blink later she opened her eyes to find a mirror in front of her. The call to approach it was great though Mitsu couldn’t explain why. Her fingers outstretched to touch the smooth surface of glass and as soon as they made contact the scene shifted. Color bloomed from the point of her touch and Mitsu watched in deep fascination as it seemed to paint a picture in the mirror. A very beautiful throne room. The floors and walls were made of polished cobble stones of various colors, laid out in intricate patterns. Tapestries hung from the high ceiling with symbols she didn’t quite recognize though she felt she had seen them before. Perhaps in a book?
Large paintings covered the walls between tapestries, portraits and elaborate scenery that looked like it was out of a fairy tale. The soft light from large candles illuminated everything in the room as well as the people that were suddenly filing in through the door. There were so many of them dressed in fine clothing and some in armor.
“My Liege?”
Mitsu was startled by the sudden voice whirling around to find that this beautiful throne room was not just a picture within a mirror but a reflection of the room she was in. How had she gotten here?
“My…Liege?”
It took a moment for Mitsu to realize the voice was addressing her. No one had given her such a title before. Confused eyes finally found the tall man looking down at her curiously as if unsure what to make of her expression.
“My Liege is everything alright?”
“L…Liege?” Why was he calling her that? As if the mirror would hold her answers Mitsu looked back toward it only to find her own reflection to be quite different than she remembered. Dressed in long flowing robes she looked older, wiser, and quite possibly stronger than she was now. Her stance said she knew no bounds to confidence and she was one to be trifled with. “Y..yes I’m fine.” Mitsu finally muttered hoping that answer would suffice until she figured out what was going on.
“If my Liege says so.” The man bowed then but did not move away. “We are at your service, My Liege. Please tell us our next move.”
“Our…next move?” Mitsu was baffled then, how was she supposed to give orders when she had no idea what was going on. Curiously she moved away from her current position only to realize she had been seated at a throne. She descended the steps from her elevated seat, bare feet gliding across the smooth carpet that lead from the door down the center of the room and to the throne. She veered off course once she reached flat ground and headed toward the window to look out.
The scene before her was more vast than the paintings that decorated the walls. A city in the middle of the forest. Buildings were made in the trees and while it still held the look of the wild it was structured and orderly. Everything had a purpose and nothing was overdone. As her eyes swept downward, the heights choking her a little bit, she noticed the large group of people gathered just below her. They were dressed in fine clothes, bits of armor peeking out from between shrouds of cloth just like the ones in the room with her now. All of them appeared to be waiting, staring at the lycan expectantly.
“At your order,” The man from before said, stepping up behind Mitsu.
“My…order.” So these were…her people? Her army? “Tell me…what has happened so far?” Maybe that would give her a better idea, though she doubted it. At this point Mitsu would be leading these poor people blind and she was by no means a figure head. While a part of her wanted to fall into this role and take charge the rest of her being wanted her to curl up in a little ball and hide.
The man, her advisor Mitsu determined, looked at her curiously but nodded and began to relay what had happened thus far. “The troops just returned from the Forgotten City, it seems they found a few refugees there and some survivors from the fall.”
Mitsu had no idea what that meant but nodded. “I see. Make sure they are tended to.” She hoped that was a decent order. “Is there…anything else?”
“We are waiting for command, My Liege, to know if now is the right time to claim the city as our own. If we do not move quickly our neighboring kingdom could very well take it out from under our nose and thus expand their territory closer to ours. Also, the refugees. Shouldn’t they be executed?” It was like he was trying to help Mitsu along, prompting her on the best course of action.
Instead Mitsu froze her lips moving to mimic the word 'execute' with a questioning look but the word never managed to leave her lips. Panic started to well up but the lycan held it together. She was a leader right? Or supposed to be. She couldn’t be weak. “No!” The command was a little louder than intended but Mitsu cleared her throat after taking a calming breath and tried again. “No, do nothing of the sort at the moment. Tend to them, care for them for now until I decide otherwise. They are our guests and could possibly hold information.” She hoped that was a good enough reason to keep them alive until she figured out another plan.
“As…My Liege wishes,” The man seemed confused but left it at that. “And the Forgotten City?”
Mitsu hesitated again. She wasn’t sure how to answer but what harm would there be? It sounded abandoned. “Ready your troops to depart.” She said simply.
“Yes, My Liege.” That seemed satisfactory, the man smiled as he bowed and took his leave. Mitsu stared after him for a moment before looking back over the scene before her watching twilight fade in the distance. A number of things were running through her head, mostly that she wish Shun was here. He would be a much more capable leader or at least would have a better idea of what to say….though she worried he would have just agreed to executing the refugees without learning about them first. Sighing, Mitsu rested her head against the window frame wondering how she was going to pull this off.
WC: 1228 +3 Horseman points
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Inu-Mitsu rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 5:29 pm
Not long after Mitsu managed to snap out of her trance like state, wide red eyes scanning around the room trying to determine where she was. Her eyes settled at first on the entrance she had come through, looking over the statues of horseman with outstretched arms. They were dressed very similar to the priestess in the room.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 8:19 pm
Aurian's eyes were darting wildly around the temple as she strove to calm down. That had been... unnerving. And just a - well, not a dream, she frowned. A vision? What had the priestess said... a "possibility", a potential future. Aurian wasn't sure if that was a future she wanted or not. Or how she would even go about creating or avoiding such a future, assuming she could decide one way or the other. It could have been much worse, she supposed. Lost in her head, she didn't notice someone walking up behind her until a hand pressed gently against her shoulder. "You were quite lucky, I suppose," a soft voice said in Aurian's ear. "Trances .. Delightful, wasn't it?" Whirling, Aurian stared after the figure. "Um, yes, thank you?" she said, probably too late as the Clansghoul disappeared. They'd never met before, but Aurian loved the rumour-mill and it ran wild about a group of four visitors, one of whom matched that description. Aurian was either very honoured or about to faint. Maybe a little of both. "Who was that?" a ghoul next to Aurian who'd also been touched by the stranger asked. Aurian turned her wide eyes onto her fellow student, who looked just as shocked by the day's events as Aurian felt. "I'm not entirely sure... but I think that might be the Heir." Standing in a temple of the Clan that they were in, Aurian didn't feel it necessary to specify which Heir. Besides, Aurian hadn't said an Heir, she'd said the Heir. For a Reaper like herself, there was always going to be one that rose above the rest.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 9:28 pm
It was funny. Well, to Israfel it was funny anyway. Setting flowers on fire. It made things smell nice for a little bit but then it would vanish pretty quickly. His humor didn’t last very long however, as the flames changed, making him react with small sounds of curiosity and wonder. An OHHHH and an AHHHHH as they changed again, he didn’t pick up on the smell. But then it came like something gentle and comforting. The smell of the ocean but not. It was nice. Very very nice. He liked it. He liked it a lot.
Impatience and conflict? That sort of sounded like him. Sort of. Cocking his head to his side, he listen to the words that followed. Now, while he wasn’t so sure about trance, (it sounded like dance and if it involved dancing he would be really okay with that. He liked dancing, especially if it was done in the air.), the siren was interested in clouds. He liked clouds. They made him feel funny a lot of the time, especially with Lucien but clouds were always so fluffy and nice and- oh wait she ment clouds in the mind. He had those too. He didn’t really mind them so much but he guessed they were kind of bad. And not very helpful. And if he was on a path if there were clouds he might not see it and it would be very hard to go forward yes it would.
So… Yes guidance would be good! Chirping happily, the siren did as he was told. Finding a spot on the flood, he wiggled his way over, feathers puffing out as he cooed happily. Relax right? Hard to do when he was just that excited really. Not to mention- he felt kind of funny. Almost sleepy. Oh no wait he was sleepy. As his eyes closed he hoped they would not get mad at him for accidentally taking a nap in their temple. Napping in a temple didn’t seem very polite after all.
A mirror greeted him and in his usual way he began to preen. How could he not? He looked so pretty in the mirror! He- oh. Ohhhhh this was odd. Was this mirror a wiggly mirror? It seemed a bit odd. As he touched it, he let out a tiny chirp as colored rushed away and then came back.
He didn’t think much about where he woke up, the sound of waves crashing into rock and gulls overhead. Blinking, he looked down at his clothes. A queen’s robe. A voice and- a female. A siren his senior, in a guard’s uniform, he talons silver with armor. What was she doing here? What was he doing- and what? Leige? He- he…. The filled the cavern, some in the water, some hover but- they wore his feathers in their clothes. It was only then that Israfel realized where he was. What he was. The queen’s nest. He was a queen. A flock queen. Him, the- the….
The woman asked where they were to move and for a moment the siren stared at her dumbly. Move where? Wasn’t this their home? Their land? Why- Blood in the air, he saw the wounds of battle reflected on their skin. Were they at war? With another flock? The screech from a femal landing answered that. She was bloody and raw, a cut going down her middle, fear pouring from her. She was dying and- she carried one his feathers. She was one of his. A low slow hiss escaped Israfel. No. He would not let his die. He was the queen. The queen king. Yes. Queen king. The name for those like himself. Rare rulers, rare sires.
He asked who they fought and the answer was simply a small band of rebels. Rebels who wished him dead. They did not want a queen king. They wanted on of theirs to be queen, but she was weak. Unfit for a queen’s role. Claws extended he realized- it wasn’t right. None of it was right he didn’t want to be a queen king. He just wanted to be Israfel. He was okay now and- and he didn’t need a flock. Really, they needed him if anything. After all, he only existed to cause fear diversity. They didn’t need him that much. No they would be fine without him.
Flying up from the nest he’d woken in, they followed, asking him what they wanted to do. How to fight. How to kill. He didn’t want that. He never wanted that or- looking down the dead body of a male floated in the water. He didn’t want death. He just wanted peace. Happiness. Flying higher, he reached the clouds and there the sirens did not follow him. Closing his eyes, he opened them again, finding himself in the room. A frown on his face he suddenly decided he very much did not like trance.
Becoming queen king was a possibility, but not one he wanted. Not like that.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 7:32 am
"I think I might head back to the dorms and rest for a while," Aurian decided. She was still feeling off-balance from the Trance vision. Maybe a short nap would help put her to rights again. Or at least give her dreams that didn't involve war and somehow-unrecognisable friends.
For a temple, this place had given her far more excitement than she'd expected. Nothing was going to top that, or the brief visit from Aisa, Aurian thought. Best to retire gracefully before the day got worse somehow.
"I'll catch up with you later," she told Lacie and Mai. She studiously avoided meeting Mai's eyes, but had no problems with her fellow Reaper. Fighting a blush, Aurian walked briskly out of the temple.
[[ Exiting ]]
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 3:49 pm
Angenora felt the dizziness drift away after hearing the priestess begin to speak. Her words were firm and resolute. She heard something hiss as it landed into the pyre. Moving closer to be to see what was being dropped in the center of the pyre. It looked to be several dried flowers that made the fire change into a light blue then shifted into a soft white. Listening closely to what the priestess was saying about their clan, the clan of Death. Another hiss could be heard from the flame, but it turned from white to a shade of yellow. It smelled gentle, nostalgic, old. "Trance?" The ghoul asked herself in confusion as an eyebrow was raised. She didn't question it any longer.
Genora was about to ask a question before the head priestess began to speak. Listening loyally to the command of the priestess, the ghoul closed her eyes after sitting down by the pyre. She let her mind wander to place she had never been to before. The words became muffled, hard to hear but she felt at peace. The ghoul blinked as a mirror appeared in her mind, "Could this be a way?" Asking herself as she put her hand to it.
Everything began to go back to color and cleared from darkness to clarity. A throne, craved from ivory marble and laced with gems of greens and blues. Silver markings decorated around the gems and the arm rests. Genora blinked when she heard the words 'my liege' from another clan member. Rising to her feet she realized that she was sitting on the very same throne. Looking down at her clothes she noticed that she had been wearing warrior like armor. Upon her head sit a winged crown, silver in color. Sapphires lined the brow of the crown until it touched the edge of the wings. Her chest plate was made of the strongest silver she had ever felt. Sapphires lined the golden designs along the edges of the silver. Silver arm guards were snug on her wrists as she wondered why each arm felt a bit heavier than usual. Her bandages were still wrapped around her upper arms, but seemed cleaner, fresh. A skirt of the finest leather was long enough to go to her knees. Silver boots with a tiny wing on each boot towards the outside. A long tattered, blood red, cape was clipped to the straps of her breast plate. A silver death mask rested on one of the armrests of the throne.
The undead ghoul felt different from how she did before. "Is this a dream?" Asking herself as she looked at her hands then to the mask. She felt stronger than ever before, but wiser than she could of ever imagined. "My liege." Spoke a creature that approached the throne, bowing in honor of her new found status. She looked around to see that other creatures began to fill the throne room. Hundreds, possibly thousands began to bow in her honor. "An army..." She said a bit surprised by the sheer numbers of how many she could actually see, but had a feeling there would be even more.
"We are at your service, my liege. Tell us where to move next." Spoke the same creature once more as he lifted his head to hear the command of their Priestess. "To move next?" She asked, trying to feel confident and comfortable with this dream of some kind. It all clicked in her mind when she went back to what the head priestess had been saying that Trance is what their clan used to guide them forward. "Yes, my liege. Where shall we move next?" Asked the creature as he rose to his feet. Angenora looked away for a moment as she thought about where they could go. "We need to move to the outlands of the isle. We need to make sure that nothing puts our home in danger." She told him as she felt that the safety of their homeland was the number one thing to be careful of. She looked back into her mind to see that one of her underlings had told her of recent sea monster attacks.
The creature nodded then walked towards the army, taking his place near the front. "Today, we shall travel to the out lands of our home! We will be protecting it from all creatures who threaten our existence! We will show them why were are the Clan of Death!" Genora projected to her army in a commanding, yet delicate voice. She put a fist to the air before taking hold of her battle mask. The whole room echoed with the word 'death' from the soldiers. The creature who had asked where they would be moving to next gave off a smile. "Now that's more like it!" He said as he moved the army out of the room. Every step the undead ghoul took, her boots clicked against the ground. She kept her chin up high as she walked out with confidence and silver, long, sword in hand. color=#9966cc]"Today is the day we show fear into the hearts of those who try to kill Death." She muttered to herself with a toothy smile from under her mask.
Knowing if she would ever wake up from this dream, Angenora felt at home with being the Commanding officer of an army. She wanted to make the world around her right, but the first thing to defend was the clan then everyone else around the Isle.
[[WC: 921 +3 Horseman Points]]
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 4:24 pm
Angenora snapped out of her trance with tired eyes. She slowly rose to her feet, wondering what had happened. She shook her head lightly before heading off back to the dorm rooms.
[[exit]]
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 99 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 2:11 pm
As if they could sense his displeasure at the trance, a priestess hurried past him and briefly he hoped he hadn't disrespected them. It wasn't that he hated it...it just... was not what he really wanted. At least he thought it wasn't what he wanted.
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 49 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 2:13 pm
As he walked away from the main group and their trance, Israfel was trying to think back to the vision. He could be a queen king. Rule his own flock. Have a harem. A thing that only the most powerful of his kind, of his gender could ever hope or dream of having. But did he want it? Not really. The thought scared him. He was not a good leader. People never listened to him. (Though they usually had a good reason not to).
Blue eyes ran across the room and traced the images with his eyes. Candles flickered in the light brushed of wind and he traced the flames and how the forms lines and curves and shapes. It was nice. It was nice to watch the flames glittering.
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 2:20 pm
The flames glittering reflected off the walls and floors and for a moment, Israfel caught sight of something nestled in the crack of a stone. It was just a small shiny rock, but none the less, he kept it.
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