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 Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 10:39 pm
 RESERVED SOLO - Birthday Reflection
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 11:50 pm
Early Morning Rivalry{August 4th, 2012}Participants: Jezabroux and Phiel
Location: The beach at Gambino; only a few hundred feet from Phiel's house
Type: {PRP}
Status: Complete
--- Summary ---
Jezabroux goes out to Gambino beach for his usual morning swim when he finds someone else swimming as well. The two engage in a friendly match before coming back on shore to talk to one another. There, Jezabroux realizes that the stranger is actually long time swim rival, Phiel Cereus! The two engage in a conversation and realize that they're also both members in the Lab 305! With that, Jezabroux invites Phiel and Zurine to his house for dinner.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 1:40 pm
You and I Could Write a Rad Bromance{August 5th, 2012}Participants: Jezabroux, Luka, Phiel, and Zurine
Location: Jezabroux's apartment
Type: {PRP}
Status: Void
--- Summary ---
Jezabroux and Luka invite Phiel and Zurine over for a friendly dinner.
However, the dinner seems to fall through as the others never show up.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 9:35 am
Carmen Tristitia et Ira
[Intro] Ingrata Mutatio
{August 10th, 2012} "Hello, everyone. I'm Cindy Donovinh. Breaking news. Dranophan Inc. has confirmed rumors of building another strip mall east of Durem. Although very little information has been released, the company representative made the statement that they have indeed bought the tracts of forestland. Although no final date has been reached as to when the actual mall will be constructed, the company has stated that they will be clearing the area beforehand. We're going to go straight to our Jim Maconey. He's been tracking the ongoings of the corporation's construction deals, contracts and rumors."
"Well, you said the construction deals, Cindy. Really that's it. This is a case where all you have to do is look at the company's construction contracts because it's overwhelming. Look at this. The largest contract was to Binson Concrete. And not by a little bit. A massive amount of money was set in this contract. We're talking 15 million dollars on just concrete for the grounding and oncoming building construction! This is just one of the indicators here. We also have a contract between Dranophan Inc. and Rogen Inc. Rogen is Durem's number one land clearing service. And another 3 million went towards that contract."
"Jim, what are the implications of this mall being built?"
"Well Cindy, we'll definitely be losing some wildlife diversity for sure. That area was home to a large number of deer, owls and wood peckers. And many of those animals only live within a small selection of the woods east to Durem. And, that area also had some of the oldest trees near Durem. Of course, that's not going to stop Dranophan Inc. It's been projected that once the mall has been built, they'll be having profits of 150 million dollars a year! And that's just their low end estimate! Not to mention, once the mall has been built, it's been estimated that another 400 jobs will open."
"Wow, Jim! It seems like the mall opening will get the Durem economy moving. Even we've been hit with a slight recession this year."
"That's right, Cindy. It's believed that the mall will inject at least 50 million dollars into Durem's own economy."
"A breaking news story we're following with my colleague here, Jim Maconey. Dranophan Inc. will be building a mall east of Durem. I'm Cindy Donovinh, and we'll be back after this break."
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 11:31 am
Carmen Tristitia et Ira
[Act I] Iacere in Ignorantia
{August 11th, 2012} It was quiet. Or, as quiet as a forest could be. There was the constant inescapable gentle droning of mating cicadas, rustling leaves and low creaking moans of moving trees that all intertwined together in a natural symphony. It was a soothing sound. But more importantly, it was a sound that resonated with his heart; easing it from all of its apathy and worry.
For Luka, no sounds was as welcomed as the ones that came from the deep wooded areas east of Durem. It was hard to say if he’d found the woods, or if the woods had found him. All that mattered was that the two had each other.
As a gentle wind swept through the forest, the leaves shivered on their branches in a welcomed frenzy. The trees could feel the warmth caught in the wind, remnants of a day’s sunbeam. They could feel the approach of their woodland child. They could hear the sound of the Forsaken Light raevan’s ribbon dragging on the dirt ground as he came to pay his weekly visit.
With a gentle moan, the trees all began to move. Shifting, changing their position to make a clearing for their visitor. These trees were old, sentient. They towered above the ground with their thick trunks as their roots pierced deep underground and knotted with one another in a serpentine ball. They carried the scars of past fires, lost branches and split trunks. Unlike the dumb saplings planted outside of many houses now days, these trees knew how to protect. How to attack. How to confuse. They were hostile to those who sought to harm it, and playful to those who happened to stumble upon it. And, they were also welcoming to those that spoke their tongue. These trees knew how to feel. And right now, the air was humming deeply from their reverberating voices.
Welcome home, my child.
How are you, my child?
Where have you been, my child?
Sing for us, Luka!
Come play in our branches, Luka!
As their voices echoed through the aged forest, the voices of old and young trees alike. Luka paused to listen to their excited voices before pressing his palm against a nearby oak. He gave the deeply scored bark a gentle rub. Suddenly, the air rang loudly with a noise akin to that of old bones grinding against each other. The tree shuddered violently as if to be stretching its trunk like an old man may stretch his knees before slowly bending forward to touch the Satyr on the forehead with its branch in a welcoming gesture of its own. With that, the ground began to shake underneath him as all the trees near him moved their roots, moving to give the youth a clearing. It was the same clearing he had stumbled on in his first trip into these woods, and the only one these woods continued to make with his subsequent visits.
The clearing was large and spacious, about 20 meters in diameter. In the center was the oldest, largest tree In the woods. An ash colored oak with parted roots for Luka to sit or lie down beside it. The ground covered in a thick, velvety verdant carpet of baby grass. It was, nothing short of magical.
A smile lighting up on his face as he saw the clearing. It was his clearing, his place in the woods. The trees never formed this private place for anyone else, nor did they greet anyone else with as much enthusiasm. Floating towards Ankouk, the old tree at the center of the clearing, he pressed a kiss against it’s bark. With that, he took his usual place between the tree’s roots in the makeshift bed it had formed for him. Brushing his bangs out of his eyes, the youth rested his head against one of the exposed roots before conversing with the trees.
I missed you too. I was with Elai, in the city. Sometimes, I wish he would let me sleep out here more often than just once a week. The sounds of the city aren’t as soothing as the lullabies you sing for me. Theirs is like a harsh cacophony. But yours, yours is the sound of being back home.
The Frei murmured, letting his heart beat to the sound of Ankouk’s own thrumming trunk. At first, the sound had scared him. But, as he spent more and more time in the woods, he’d realized that the sound was nothing to be afraid of. It was the sound of water flowing through Ankouk’s body; the tree’s own heart beat.
You are with us now Luka. Lay your weary head to rest,
Ankouk whispered, his branches shaking lightly from side to side. The tree let out a deep bass tone that was soon joined by many tones from the surrounding trees. As they built up the melody, the wizened oak began to sway light from side to side. Then, like ice shattering, the sound of a thousand voices singing in harmony rose up from the forest. It shook through the air before shooting upwards towards the sky in a transcendental hymn.
I still dream of the Forest.
Where I used to be a King...
King of alter Realm, how I wish to return.
Lord of the Wood Towers,
where white Clouds on the blue celestial vault.
Welcome to my Kingdom!
Welcome in my Forest!
Forest inside me!
Open the Door! Come to me...
My Kingdom for you! Look!
The Forest inside you!
Give your Soul to Him!
The Forest Inside me...
The Forest inside you...
My Kingdom around us...
As the song came to an end, the trees hummed softly for the youth at their feet.
Sing Luka. Sing!
A younger tree shouted, only to be shushed by Ankouk.
The child sleeps, let him be.
The elder tree rocked gently, cradling the Satyr asleep at his roots. It was hard to believe that soon, they would be together no more.
Just as Luka was the forest’s child and beloved one, they were his home. His comfort. They balanced each other. They taught Luka to listen, to watch. And, in return, Luka had showed them to live, to move once more.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 11:32 am
Carmen Tristitia et Ira[Act II] Timere Quod est NovumBreakfast for Two
Participants: Cesc and Luka
Location: The woods east of Durem
Type: {PRP}
Status: Finished
--- Summary ---
Luka happens to meet Cesc, a Raevan who may as well be his blood (tube?) brother. The Satyr takes an immediate liking to his new friend, unaware that their meeting was no simple coincidence.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 11:32 am
Carmen Tristitia et Ira
[Act III] In Somnis Veritas I
{August 15th, 2012} It was all dirt now. A vast expanse of brown earth. An occasional hole or two in the ground from where tree stumps had been violently torn out of the ground.
Everything was gone.
No longer was the air ripe with the chorus of song birds, or the rustling of tree leaves to greet the Satyr. Nowhere could he see the clearing in which he'd spent his days and nights, talking to the woods. There was no mark, no reminder of his private place in the woods.
Now, there was only this. This.... this bare, naked tract of land devoid of any sign of life. The area had been ripped of its trees, its clothes. It had been raped, beaten, and killed.
Luka felt his hands, no his whole body shake. And, first time he felt an uncontrollable rage building from the pit of his rune. The confusion that was warping into a blinding fury, turning his vision red. He could feel the burning heat of the redness seeping all through out his body. It surged through his heart and blazed out to the tips of his fingers. And the longer he stood there, the angrier he became.
The woods were gone, and with them, his sanity.
This was no the anger he had experienced before. The petty anger he'd thrown at his guardian when the man had refused to let him out on a rainy day. This was the kind of rage that led people to murder, to revenge. It was the kind of feeling that left people sick with the thoughts in their head.
No longer would he be able to sit in his seat of gnarled roots under Ankouk. No longer would he be able to listen to the centuries old lullabies and stories told by the woods. The proclamations of love by birds, and the tender affirmations of love from doe to fawn.
It was all gone, taken him from like a child from a mother's bosom.
His only sanctuary had been ripped from him cruelly by the hands of men.
He will find whoever did this and make them pay. Pay for killing his family of trees, destroying his secret place and more importantly, breaking his heart. He had never loved or cherished anything like he had the company of the trees, and now that it was gone... he felt empty.
Almost as if, there was nothing for him now.
Streams of light surging from the tips of his fingertips, Luka let out a beastly roar. And, he woke himself up.
He immediately sat upright. His heart racing.
He could still feel the storm of anger and confusion rolling in his chest. How was it possible that it was all just a dream when it had been so lifelike? Floating out of bed, Luka made his way to the window. From his vantage point, he could spy the tops of the woods he was so attached to.
Everything was okay.
But, why did he still feel so uneasy?
Heaving a sigh, the Frei took one last look at the woods before making his way back to bed. Tomorrow, he would go and ease himself of whatever worries he had.
This nightmare... it seemed so real though...
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 8:57 pm
Carmen Tristitia et Ira
[Act IV] Falsum Re
{August 16th, 2012} Pressing his palm against the weathered bark of Ankouk's trunk, Luka let out a heavy sigh. There was something comforting about feeling the cool, rugged bark under his fingers. If he could feel it, it was real. And if it was real.... Then everything was okay. And yet, instead of feeling happy all he could feel was the small cloud of uncertainty hanging over his head. The night's dream had made him worried.
He'd had nightmares before, but nothing of that magnitude. Nothing that had left him feeling so angry, so sad that he'd felt physically sick the morning after when he had finally had time to process everything. He had even considered talking to his guardian about the sudden flurry of feelings he had experienced that night and decided against it. What would his guardian know about anger or revenge? Elai... was such a calm, well controlled individual.
And even to Ankouk and the trees, he could not bring himself to tell the dream he had experienced. After all, who wanted to hear about someone dreaming of them dying? Heaving another sigh, Luka took a seat at the base of the large tree. He was at a crossroads. He desperately wanted to tell Ankouk about the fear, the anger, the insecurity that rolled around in his chest right now. He'd never experienced such strong uncertainty, and it was making him anxious.
Rubbing his temple, Luka let out another sigh. And this time, the woods responded.
What's wrong Luka...?
The trees called out; the air heavy with the rustling of leaves as the wood turned it attention on the youth sitting on the ground. Even if the Satyr hadn't been heaving and sighing, they could still tell that something was bothering the boy. They could feel the unease just rippling off the boy. Clearly, something had upset him, and yet, he refused to talk.
It's nothing. Luka replied, his words carrying through the forest like a gentle wind.
Standing up, Luka gave Ankouk's trunk a slow rub. He could already tell that the old tree knew something was seriously bothering the youth. And yet, the spirit had not pressed the boy at all. A gesture that both bothered and soothed the Satyr. I need to go now. But, I'll be back another day.
He'd seen the woods. He'd felt the woods.
He knew that the woods were okay. And now, he needed to leave. For whatever reason, he just couldn't stand to be in the presence of those trees without feeling the need to tell them just what was bothering him.
Goodbye, Luka... The trees called out, waving their branches at the Frei's already leaving figure. Their voices were somber, lacking the general energy in which they usually waved the boy goodbye.
Making his way back to Durem, back to Elai. Luka took a deep breath.
The dream. It was probably just from stress. There was no reason why he had to be so worried. The trees had never even mentioned danger to him. He was just being a worry wart.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 8:58 pm
Carmen Tristitia et Ira
[Act V] Quid Accidit
{August 22nd, 2012} It was a quiet morning in the woods just south of Durem. The sun had just begun to rise, and most people were still asleep in bed. And yet, the woods were alive with activity. The silence was cut with a loud call with a gravely undertone. "TIMBER!"
BOOM. CRASH. The air went ablaze with the sounds of frantic birds as the heavy trunk of a large tree crashed down into the ground. And it was promptly followed by the earth shaking sound of more trees being cut down.
A barrel-chested man in a bright orange vest wearing a hard hat appeared, clip board in hand. "Alright y'all. We got a good start so far, but we gotta clear section A and start section C by next week. So let's get moving!" He yelled.
The once pleasant sound of birds, leaves and grass dancing had been replaced by the raucous sounds of hungry chainsaws, clanking generators and booms of falling trees. One by one, the large oaks fell like a row domino tiles. There was just no stopping it.
By lunch time, all activity had come to a stop. The sun was too hot for the men to continue without risking dehydration.
Standing in the bed of his pickup truck to survey the area, Jim nodded in approval. They'd cleared away all of section A and half of B. They'd moved much quicker than he'd expected. As he looked at the tract of land littered with stumps, he scribbled something on his clipboard before turning to talk to another working beside him.
They'd have the whole area cleared and flattened in no time.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 9:02 pm
Carmen Tristitia et Ira
[Act VI] In Somnis Veritas II
{August 23rd, 2012} Fire. Fire! Fire everywhere!
Horrendous tongues of red, orange and yellow ran greedily across the forest floor. All that it touched rose in flames, and in its wake was a thick trail of black ashes and scorched trees And with every tree it ate, the larger it grew. A demon of fire and ashes, making it's den in the forest of Ankouk.
The Satyr took a quick look around him, it was just the outer edges of the forest. If he moved quickly, perhaps he could keep the elder tree from being harmed.
Beating his wings as quickly as possible, the Frei zipped through the trees. Yet, no matter how fast he moved, the heat of the forest always seemed to be licking at the end of his ribbons.
Faster. He needed to move faster.
He could see the clearing at the edge of his vision. Pushing himself even harder, the Frei burst into the clearing and let out a scream of agony as he flew into an open flame.
And then, he saw it. The age old bark of Ankouk being devoured by flames.
As the Frei struggled towards the tree, it exploded in ashes before he could reach it.
The Frei woke up screaming, sweat drenching his bed.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 9:32 pm
Axel's Good News
{August 24th, 2012} Tasinei "Hi Jezabrouz it's Axel! It's currently a little past six p.m. I'm sorry to be disturbing you at such a time, I just thought you'd want to know... MY RAEVAN IS BORN, I AM HEADING TO PICK HER UP RIGHT NOW. I AM REALLY EXCITED, LIKE OH MY GOD AND IT'S A GIRL AND I JUST CANNOT BELIEVE SHE IS FINALLY HERE." There is a sudden shuffling noise, Axel has dropped her phone and she swears a bit. The screeching of brakes can be heard and then some more shuffling. "I have to go, I'm at lab, call me!""ELAI! ELAI! ELAI! ELAI! IT'S HERE! SHE'S HERE!!!!" The Frei's screams of excitement carried throughout the walls of the apartment. "I FINALLY GET TO MEET AXEL'S RAEVAN!! WE HAVE TO GET READY! THE PARTY!"
"ELAI WHY ARE YOU SO SLOW?!" The Frei shouted, flying around with frenzied excitement.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 9:34 pm
Welcome Home{August 24th, 2012}Participants: Axel, Isobel, Jezabroux, and Luka
Location: Axel's Apartment
Type: {PRP}
Status: Completed
--- Summary ---
Luka and Elai stop by Axel's house to throw a welcoming party for Axel's new Raevan, Isobel. The two Raevans seem to get along fabulously, and Elai quickly finds out that Axel may have picked up a chaperone rather than a charge.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 9:36 pm
Carmen Tristitia et Ira
[Act VII] Momentum Veritatis
{August 25th, 2012} WIP
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 9:40 pm
Carmen Tristitia et Ira
[Act VIII] Spiritus Album
{August 25th, 2012} WIP
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 9:45 pm
Carmen Tristitia et Ira[Act IX] LeccionemThe Lesson
Participants: Brad, Luka, and Zul
Location: The woods east of Durem
Type: {PRP}
Status: In Progress
--- Summary ---
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