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 Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 5:18 am
This is a collection of all posts that introduce or initiate the Azum plot, taken from the relevant threads at Leviathan and copied into this one.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 5:27 am
The day of the attack on LatentAt Feimurgan Many ghouls and skeleton warriors had managed to fight their way into the town's center, and although the damage in the outer city was much worse, people in the merchant's and gastronomy area had been in acute danger, too. "Looks as if is we were lucky this time..." The woman ran a hand through her black curls which stucked out in all directions. Her dark tanned skin sported spots of dust and blood mingling with sweat, her bottom lip bruised. Finally checking Feimurgan's front, Kara came to the conclusion that the broken window there would probably cause the highest bill - thus, no real bothersome financial problems would trouble them. Lucky indeed. Smoke was rising from several shops in the surrounding streets: some fires had been stopped in time, others not so that some buildings completely burned out. Gathering first information about the attack on Latent there must've been other shady figures who took advantage on the assaults coming from the sea and the forest. Someone walked down the main stairs into the cafe and bookstore area. Feimurgan's front door stood wide open and Kara heard heavy boots thudding along the stone floor. "Seen anything," she asked over her shoulder, before putting remnants of the attackers in a pile. Fortunately, there hadn't been more creatures to fend off than the two of them could handle. "Naw, nothing to care 'bout. Security squats, medics and whatnot...lotsa them everywhere." Out of the cafe's shadow a tall, thin woman appeared, her look and manner all tomboyish and provocating, although she didn't seem to be talktative at all.... * Two hours. Two hours she'd sat downstairs in the corner, obviously waiting for someone. The shop had been crowded, yet nobody asked if the other chairs at her table were free. Uny, one of Kara's working mates, had mused if it was okay to ask the woman to leave, but Lorenna had been right when objecting that she was a guest and had also directly paid for every drink. When commotion rose in Latent's inner area, about fifteen minutes after Lucind's call from the stadium, Feimurgan had been closed and empty - and Kara armed with a three section staff as well as two scimitars, taken out of the house's secret weapons closet only Lucind and she knew about. The woman actually preferred using hand to hand fights, yet in such a situation it was better to not waste any chances of defence. Fighting a ghoul or two was no problem. But the situation became out of control when more of them showed up and in addition small groups of unpleasant figures came sneaking closer, maybe coming from The Floatilla: vultures of war, keen on looting shops, stands and other buildings while their owners tried to flee the danger - or, like Kara, were busy fighting undead creatures. However, when those men sneered at Kara and then went on to enter Feimurgan, the first suddenly yelled out in pain when an unknown missile hit his leg, exploded and ripped off his foot. Still, despite or just because of the shock he threw a rock into the shops front window which noisily shattered. The other two figures shot around. A chain, each link with the size of a man's thumb nail, shot through the air and wrapped itself around the nearest neck with increasing speed: only a gurgle came from the man's lips when he felt himself being violently dragged around his own axis and down to the ground, his larynx seriously squashed. Out of the corner of her eye, Kara recognized the strange guest: black hair peeked out of a black woollen beanie, reaching down to her chin on the sides, seemingly shorter in the back. The neck of her long black cotton coat, swaying with her moves, was zipped up and almost hid her mouth. Later on, Kara would find out that the other woman's grass green suede pants just matched her eyes. The other end of the chain in one hand, a firearm showing an unusual design and resembling a machine gun in the other, aiming at the remaining man who made up his mind and fled after calculating his chances for a couple of seconds. His comrade with the missing foot tried to follow him as fast as possible - he couldn't see that the woman's gun was suddenly pointing at him. "No." Kara stopped next to her. She now noticed that there was a hand full of rasta braids in the woman's neck, showing a few blonde strands and reaching down to her lower back. "Why?" She sounded amused. "Not worth it." Kara carefully ran a thumb over her bottom lip and saw the stranger shrugging. "If you say so." She went over the man on the ground, still trying to get rid of the chain around his neck, cutting of his breath. Shoving him with one of her boots, the woman made him rolling around until he was free. "There, there. Now hurry, before I change me mind." Her mouth twitched. It was hard to tell if she was just joking or really up to finish him. Watching those ragged figures running and stumbling, Kara gave the other woman a quick glance. "Thanks." "What? Ah, no problem. Was around, so..." She shrugged again. "You hope to meet someone here?" For a moment, Kara thought to see the green eyes being narrowed in suspicion, before the other woman stuffed her weapon into a holster and nodded. "Yeah. Friends. First I thought they just got lost here..." "Think they might be in trouble?" "Un, don't hope so. Just gonna wait a bit longer here, then go searching them." "And I'd like to have some detailed information about this s**t here," Kara growled. "By the way, what's your name - if you don't mind me asking." "I'm...call me Tagis." * Together they'd watched tv, listened to the radio and asked the internet for the latest news but didn't get to know overly many or satisfying facts. Then, Kara had led Tagis up on the buildings roof from where they had a good view on several blocks of the merchant's area. Tagis hoped to maybe see her friends from there and scanned the streets with a handy field glasses which seemed to be out of some hightech equipment set, or so Kara thought when she walked down to start cleaning up. "Seen anything?" "Naw, nothing to care 'bout. Security squats, medics and whatnot...lotsa them everywhere. - But unfortunately no trace of my friends." "Wonder when Lucind will show up here. But knowing her she's head over heels into some fight to protect the town and its people," Kara chuckled. Tagis raised her head, a certain interest suddenly all over on her face. "Lucind? Who's that?" When Kara answered something like, "My boss, so, the owner of this shop", she mused over Tagis' strange accent: it wasn't completely foreign to her, yet no specific country or nation came to her mind to which it belonged to. Thus she addressed the black clad woman who just opened the cafe's front door to go and look for her friends, asking where she was from. Tagis turned around, a friendly grin on her lips which was totally different from that mocking, somewhat lusting smirk while attacking the men: "I'm from Azum." Magpie Valley - Siren village " Azum... Long time since we had to deal with it." " Ah, this day had to come. You can't expect an exiled clan to just be 'good' and don't leave its island. Especially not since it was our...the tennin's fault that they completely lost their bond to the lhor aven." A harsh wind combed the grass and brought drizzle with it which unsuccessfully tried to soak in the cloaks of two Sirens sitting on horses. Despite the weather both women were bareheaded, their long hair, skillfully braided and twisted, ran down their backs and onto the saddles - gently swaying with the wind and sprinkled with tiny water drops, it resembled miniatures of waterfalls. The wind's roaring drowned out any other sound, yet the Siren's didn't strained their voices but held conversation as if there was no interference at all. Two pairs of light yellow eyes, one of them more milky yellowish, watched out over the mountain's seemingly endless plateau which ended though a couple of kilometres ahead in rough and dangerous cliffs. " ...nobody could've foreseen something like that catastrophe to happen. Yet, I'd understand if those kahy seek for recompense, or even revenge. - However, I don't get it why some of us are really surprised that finally the kahy found a way over the ocean." " I can tell you there'll be enough of us tennins for whom this came totally unexpected. Many are secretely convinced that Azum's devastation was a horrifying incident - but actually a convenient chance to declare this case settled and solved," Hetel Vartenin answered, her voice neutral, cold almost. Next to the clanleader, Mildroa Varhetel gave her horse more reign so it could nibble on the grass. " So, why are you making the others wait? The tennin's meeting could've started by now. They know Lucind has been stabilized and your help isn't needed any longer..." Hetel's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. " You know...I often have to think about your neece these days. The recent happenings, the path she chose so many years ago. Only an hour ago she nearly died - and we still don't know all after-effects. What will happen with her still so young bond to the lhor aven? ..." " Are you saying," Mildroa turned her head towards the other woman," it was a mistake to not hold her back this time but let her return to the East coast?" " What I'm saying is...no, what occured to me is that even if she'd stayed here with us, she might have been confronted with similar accidents. And during her last mission, only a couple of weeks before the destruction of this Leviathan Stadium, Lucind almost-- ...and maybe it started even earlier..." " I don't think I understand what you're talking about." That wasn't really true. Hetel's voice was full of hints. But she wanted to hear it from the clanleader herself what it was she mused on. And in the same way, Mildroa felt like changing the subject. Suddenly, Hetel's words sounded much softer. " It seems Lucind became a trouble-magnet. And those troubles no longer only effect our clan.
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Do you think it's possible your sister's curse finally becomes true?" Mildroa pressed her lips together and glanced down on her hands making it look as if her eyes where closed. She swallowed, then deeply breathed in and out before whispering: " Sirens aren't able to speak real curses." " Only because it never happened so far doesn't mean that--
Anyway, if it goes on like that we won't be able to protect Lucind from becoming a public case." She made her horse turn around. Lucind's aunt mimiced her clanleader. " I don't think though someone else might see a connection between her today's accident and those two kahy popping up at Latent." " Don't think so either. - But...can't you feel it?" Both horses broke into a gallop, bringing their riders back to the Siren village. " Something is going to happen" " Yes. Soon. ... We should have an eye on Lucind. Even more than we already do...
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 5:46 am
About six months later
(after Vahn's arm being fixed by the preacher, presumably during the time of SoG)
Around six months after the attack on Latent
Lucind wondered when her birthplace felt that strange and 'new' to her the last time. She had missed two seasons colouring Magpie Valley and the plateau, where her clan lived, in their own fashion - that hadn't happened in a long time. The woman let her horse strolling along the path, taking for granted the fine mare knew where she had to go, after using this route up the plateau so many years, while Lucind herself relaxed, breathing in the fresh air, scented with resin, soil and wet moss.
Hetel had called, so now she was here, still tired from the journey by car, train and dargon, crossing the continent to reach the West Coast. It was a tad colder here than it had been in Latent during the last weeks and the familiar breeze the Half-Siren had grown up with was blowing - altogether quite enjoyable for her. And most likely a compensation for the gathering which was to start in the early evening. A meeting of all clanleaders of Gaia, and also a few from the other continents, in the lhor aven to discuss the most important issue which currently existed in the Siren world: the arrival of two Sirens and a halfblood of Azum in Latent, right on the day the town was attacked by necromancers and hordes of undead creatures.
A squirrel crossed the path and the horse jumped a bit but directly fell back in her lazy pace when the woman mumbled something soothing.
Azum...
It was one of those stories you get to know as soon as you're old enough to show curiosity for the adults' conversations:
They've broken the code.
They've done murder.
They had to be punished.
How often had she heard those comments? Just like, 'None of them survived.' And when you asked directly, hefting those innocent eyes of a child on your mother or aunt, you never got an answer beyond those being made for fairytales. Later on, everyone, Lucind as well, became satisfied with the official explanation:
Two clans, one dedicated to Odenai, the other to Var, were banned from Gaia and from the Siren society for using forbidden techniques which had led to the death of seven Sirens. They had to emigrate to Azum and there to an area where they wouldn't get into physical contact with other Sirens.
All this happend nearly five hundred years ago.
And now, when everyone was used to forget about it, they had to face it again, deal with it - and find another going for their old tale.
It had taken the clanleaders half a year to force themselves to finally come to a solution.
Lucind knew about those visitors for almost the same time span. Also, Hetel had been briefing her on the latest news. Therefore, the Half-Siren was already informed that the meeting's objective was to decide who would be on the team...
...the team which was supposed to travel to Azum.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 1:09 pm
Late in the following night...or very early the next morning, a few fires on the platform were still burning, sending sparks into the darkness which tried to compete with the stars. It was a chilly night. A thin layer of frost covered grass and other low plants, glistening in the light of the half moon. Close to one of those fires, that was placed at the outskirts of the village where no house was to be seen anymore, two figures sat on knee high stools, wrapped in thick, dark brown capes. " If you do it, I won't let you go alone." It was the first thing to be spoken since the twins had settled down there, right next to the small memorial of their mother: a marble plate, skilfully decorated with patterns and saying carved in the stone. " Yea...I'd be glad to have you by my side..." Peeking out of her large hood, Lucind softly smiled at her brother, who was a bit surprised to not hear one the woman's usual comments, mocking his urge to play her guardian. Larhien grinned, his faintly flushed cheeks indicating he was proud, and took a sip out of a leather drinking bag before passing it over. Lucind grimaced when this heavy version of Siren wine ran down her throat and finally burned in her stomach quite pleasantly. " It's a trap..." A trap rather." The man nodded, exposing his head to the harsh wind. " And Hetel doesn't like the idea of you leading the mission. ...but what else was there to do for her then agree with the other tennin? They want to find out what you're capable of, if you're 'worthy' of messing around with 'their' lhor aven. I mean, with you having always been prone to stumble from one chaos into the next...and now even having access to the psionic plane - no wonder you got detention. He chuckled wryly. " Let's face it: one big mistake - and I'm out. And if I really caused trouble within the lhor aven it's only their right to expel me. I might be a special case..the only halfblood having access to...still, no one - I can't allow me to be a threat to our world. I'm living a dangerous life, so I really don't mind being observed, but..." Another sip. " Hetel didn't come out with all reasons...like she does so often...really annoying..." Rubbing his hands, Larhien stared into the fire through squinted eyes. " This time even I noticed. ... All those hidden warnings...between the lines - that's what I dun like 'bout women: why can't they just tell you what's wrong?? I'm a sucker for interpreting those strange female code..." " If it helps you: even I don't have a clue what exactly's the matter" The woman laughed quietly. " Yet... This time something's telling me we have to be careful - extremely careful. Like I said: I think it's a trap - there's more going on behind the scenes and Hetel isn't sure how much she can tell...or if she's just seeing ghosts. The same goes for our aunt." And you say you didn't have a clue..? o_รด " " Heh...just a feeling." Lucind gave the drinking bag back and wrapped the cape tighter around her. For a while they fell back into silence, until the woman stopped sucking on her lower lip. " 'Find companions over there. Allies. Not for us, but for yourself.'""...?" " It's what Hetel said to me before she went back into her house." " Well, seems it isn't going to be an easy walk then," Larhien shrugged. " Maybe we should start searching for help directly here...or in Latent. It's still a month before we set off." I was going to, yes. And I think I already know whom I'm gonna ask. Only problem is to find them..." " And to persuade them to risk whatever they have to give." He laughed. " Ah no...that would be the least problem." Lucind grinned mieschivously, her eyes reflecting the flames.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 5:29 am
It was cold, damnit...
Probably not nearly as cold as Guldor, even in deadwinter, but the man was still shivering under the many layers of shirts, and a cloak. Dew drops turned to frost on the outter rim of the black material, making a pale face receed even further from the edge.
Sunstrike had hated the cold even before the salamander had been introduced into his genetics. That was his sisters thing, the winter. All that water that was cold did nothing for him.
Speaking of cold water, he looked ominously at the ships that were tiered to the dock. But sacrifices needed to be made if he wanted warmer climes and sunny beaches. Technically he would be looking for passage back to Strata territory, but in reality, at this point, any place that didn't make you see your breath freeze in the air would be welcome.
Of course he'd have to work his passage, scanning the area he looked towards a fire and a few dark figures standing around it talking with a bit of trepidation. He really hoped this wouldn't get complicated, as he got up, shook the crystals off his hood, and made his way over.
"Excuse me..." His voice was soft, and slightly muffled by all the layers.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 6:58 am
Even the cries of the gulls seemed to express their indignation about the harsh weather, while they hovered over the docks, swaying back and forth, up and down in the ice-cold wind, hoping to get some breakfast snacks from those boats that had been out all morning and were now filled with tasty sea food.
Autumn had unmistakebly found its way to Gaia's east coast, and despite the sun had rose a couple of hours ago, Latent's port mainly lay in shades, only interrupted by the soft light coming from a few houses and pubs.
But there was also light on one of the docks: flames flared up out of an old barrel, around which five or six persons stood, warming themselves up with the help of the fire and booze. Their statues revealed that not all of them were human - there was a male Atlantian and a muscular woman with faintly orcish features. But would anyone be surprised about this, here on this planet?
Their rough voices and laughter sounded throughout this part of the port. They weren't the only people around, but with the noise they produced easily drawing your attention.
It was just because Sunstrike spoke up when they fell nearly silent for a moment, that they turned around or the heads, glancing at the man. In front of Sun a gruff looking seaman - human, maybe in his fiftieth, but you couldn't be sure with his tanned, wrinkled skin - tilted his head.
"Did he say somethin...?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 7:15 am
Sun actually took a step back, nose wrinkling at the smell of booze and...well, people that obviously were oblivious to the fact that water was also something for cleaning with, not just sailing through. Swallowing a bad feeling, he moved forward again, speaking up.
"Sorry to bother, but were any of yourselves looking for an able hand?" The firelight reflected against the black of his outfit, and the red of his glasses, all of which hid everything except his tall frame.
Behind the red-tinted almost goggle like glasses over his face, Sunstrike was taking in some of the more...aware shadows along the dock. He obviously wasn't speaking directly to the loud bunch, but to those that kept themselves to themselves.
He was also, ironically enough, looking for good ways to run.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 7:52 am
While the man standing closest to Sunstrike simply kept on staring at him, obviously being intrigued by his outfit, some of the others started laughing as if Sun's question had been extremely amusing, whereas the rest of the group resumed their frivolous conversation.
Only when the gruff seaman turned around and Sunstrike was seemingly being ignored, the orcish looking woman stepped aside and even tried to smile friendly at him.
"Ahhh well..." She started, her heavy accent telling she came from the South, probably not even from Gaia. "Eh dun thingye wanto smell like us, doya boy?" Fact was, that after ten years of being a fisher it was nearly impossible to get rid of that special..scent. And just being back from work didn't help either.
"So, ifye rehly nehdto find work, ask them." The woman nodded over to the trading section of Latent's port: the ships anchoring there where much bigger and obviously coming from all around the world.
"Theh always look fo'someone to help loading an'unloading the goods.."
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 3:43 am
Getting a friendly smile from an orc woman is the equivilant of getting kicked in the teeth with fuzzies on the top of the boots. But he held his ground this time. The smell was being got used to, after all, not everyone liked cinnamon either, but plenty of people got used to that for him.
"Trading ships?" He looked in the same direction as she nodded and blinked a few times. "Oh! Good enough, then. That technically might have been all I was good for anyway...I'll have to see if they grant passage though..."
He turned back to the lady orc and bowed politely in thanks and skirted around the group to go towards that end of the dock.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 7:36 am
Sun would probably hear the orc woman sniggering and the Atlantean guy making some joke - it must've been funny since the rest of the shady group started roaring once more. He was to walk almost ten minutes until he'd arrive at the trading section of Latent's port. And now being right there, Sun would notice that it was actually busier than it had seemed to be on the first look: around ten ships, half of them enormous and impressive in their design, were anchoring there, while goods of all kind were brought under deck or left those large stomachs. On boat was ready to sail and commandos were shouted to arrange the leave. Half hidden behind the largest, rather modern looking and metal framed freighter was a ship that had a touch of 'old school' to it: it really appeared to be an older, old-fashioned type of ship - which doesn't mean it looked shabby or incapable of dealing with the moody sea.  Several men brought barrels onto said ship, ranging from one to three foot high, and a lot of heavy sacks, that assumably contained vegetables of some sort. A bit behind the loading ramp, a woman in her late twenties stood on the dock: she was clad in a heavy, dark green coat and a greyish cloth or scarf hastily wrapped around her head to prevent her chin-long, black hair from being at the wind's mercy. Looking over a clip chart holding several papers, she talked to a guy - a patch sewed to his jacket, showing the arms of Latent, combinated with the silhouette of a ship, told that he was part of the port's crew. ((m'sorry for any mistakes, dun have the time now to search for typos>_<))
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 3:15 pm
Sunstrike was in somewhat of a daze as he looked at all the large ships at dock. How was he supposed to work on something so BIG?! He trailed along the dock, at first not noticing the more classical ship, not until he practically bumped into the lady with the clipboard and the man speaking to her.
Scooting back a bit he gave them a slightly panicky look before clearing his throat and standing up straight.
"I was told," He started quietly. "That I might be able to find work for passage here?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 3:51 pm
The woman peeked up from the charts. Her moss green eyes pierced into Sun's for a moment, before she gave him a quick, yet scrutinizing look from head to toe.
"Hold on a sec...
- Alright. I just need you to sign here, too, so the guys from the East Coast Trading Company won't make me pay for the lost thirty gallons of caruma." Turning the clipchart around, she passed it over to the man, then, after he'd written his name on one of the papers, the woman herself signed another piece and gave it to him. The man nodded and waved: "May the sea be generous with you."
Stuffing the pen back into her coat's pocket, she turned towards Sun, flicking a single rasta plait over her shoulder where it joined a hand full more.
"Do you have any experience with ships? Ever been to the sea? But if you're capable of cooking something edible...would work for me, too."
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 1:12 am
Sun blinked in astonishment. Part of him thought pretty, the other half thought scary. Looking sideways at the ship he debated how much of the truth he could tell and how much of a lie. Considering those calculating green eyes...truth was the best way to go.
"I had a toy ship that I made once, from a picture. I'm at the sea right now, aren't I? And yes, I can cook, nothing fancy, but it works, and people generally don't throw it back at me."
He tilted his head.
"And though you've not asked it, I'll say I can fight, if that's something you also need."
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 6:20 am
"Well, I figured you're not some 'ordinary' civilian. Bet you've seen the stadium from the inside - and not just as a spectator."
Did she know something about him? The way she picked her words it nearly seemed so. Though just as Sun had thought, her petite form couldn't well hide a certain roughness, maybe a touch of provocation even - being around two heads smaller than the redhead apparently didn't stop her from walking up to him to examine this stranger.
However, her features were a little confusing: there was a hint of tan, the eyes slightly almond shaped, and her thick black hair told that this woman wasn't born on Gaia. But the green of her eyes and the slim nose didn't fit that Eastern look.
"If you're not used to sailing than you'll likely have to fight against nausea mainly," she chuckled. "Yet...maybe you're gonna find a job that goes beyond this passage - and starts once we've arrived."
She tucked the clipboard under her arm. "We leave at 5 in the morning. By then, an acquaintance of mine will have joined us. She's on a...lessay, mission: three persons have to be escorted...or something like this. She said she'd bring at least two friends to help her...potent fighters." The woman shrugged. "Guess she's expecting some trouble at...- By the way, don't you wanna now where we're heading to?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 9:49 am
3 weeks before setting sail
It was her fourth try within six days. And it started tiring her out. Still, Lucind considered it to be a mental work-out, a mobilization of her skills and abilities - not to mention she'd rescheduled her shifts at Feimurgan so that she had enough time for training fights as well as stamina, concentration and chi exercises.
Kara had pointed out, not without a trace of worry, that she was doing more to get in perfect shape than last year for the HoH tournament.
Lucind took this trip to Azum serious indeed. A week ago the united circle of the tennin* had asked her to accompany the male Half-Siren and the female fullblood back to their continent.
There had been a second Siren, but the group's arrival had unfortunately fallen together with the attack on Latent, where the woman was severely wounded and died just when the halfblood had managed to contact the nearest Siren clan, living an our away by car from Latent.
So, Lucind was announced the leader of this mission. The instructions she'd been given were clear. Yet...she could smell second thoughts and conspiration on at all fronts.
She had to find support. People she could trust. People...with helpful skills.
Cutting lunch down to a small portion of Caesar's salad, a roll and tea, Lucind wanted to use the hour for another 'fishing session'. It made her happy to see that she didn't have to be directly next to a natural water source anymore to be able to connect to the lhor aven, but just could sit down on the bench about five feet away from the pond.
It looked indeed a bit weird that two fine strings of water, resembling a spider's thread sprinkled with dew, wound up out of the pond, through grass and air and up to the woman's hands - but water was still needed as a medium.
Lucind was scanning the area, using the second level of the lhor aven. Letting her mental self swim right under the sea's surface, she sent out invisible waves, hoping they'd be reflected by a familiar soul signature.
Even though it was a spionic plane, spatial distance couldn't be ignored. However, where it was nothing for a fullblood to reach a non-sirenic person anywhere on the continent or beyond it's bounderies, it still meant strennuous work for Lucind to find a known soul hopefully being located at the East coast.
What still didn't worked - 3 out of ten times, maybe - was getting a stable connection to that someone. If it was an experienced Siren, it was quite easy. But with other races...
Nevertheless, Lucind was confident she was going to get through. She was looking for a 'psionic pro', after all.
Where are you...Owle?
((*tenin: "daughter", pl. tennin; only used as a suffix for a cleanleader's name -> Hetel Vartenin: the first part of the 'surname' is the name of one of the Great Five/first five Sirens, to whom the clan is dedicated, plus the suffix. It then means "daughter of Var". However, there's another word for a 'normal' daughter.))
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