by Lavan Tiri » Wed Jan 14, 2015 7:59 pm
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Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
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Lavan Tiri wrote:Bajaluj Square, Astal.
3 Minutes to Noon.
The crowd swarmed around Estima, buying, selling, chatting, trading, just……… normal crowd things. Normal things.
Waiting around, acting natural and waiting for the god of chaos to deliver on his promise, Estima decided, was not normal. Not at all.
Still, though, she waited, watching the massive clock that towered above the square, atttached to the temple where Balajus was worshipped by the name of Bajaluj. The sun beat down on her head, and she waited.
2 Minutes to Noon.
In the shadows off the awning he had set up, the shopkeeper waiting. The target, he knew, would come through here. And when he did, the razor-sharp iron would rend his heart.
And He would be satisfied.
Two-and-a-half minutes to Noon.
"Well, Oislin? How are you?"
The young man sighed. Sometimes, his mother's ability to sneak acid and vitriol into even the most banal statements amazed him.
"I'm fine, Mother, thank you very much. Just……… just fine."
The Countess narrowed her grey eyes. She was an aged woman, no doubt about that, but her hair, rather than a smoky grey, was a dignified silver, and shoulder length. She wore her dark blue dress well, and it didn't seem like a frilly mess of ruffles on Countess Marsiti. "Oislin De Pasil, don't you lie to your mother. I can tell you're not alright with this." She moved closer, putting her hands on his shoulders from behind, "You don't have to do this. You can rule from this palace, not the streets……"
Oislin sighed and stepped forward, turning to face Marsiti. "Mom. This wasn't dad's idea, it was mine. I want to meet the people. Face-to-face, not in some random court or ball."
Marsiti sighed, but stepped away, allowing her son to pass.
Less than a minute to Noon.
"Make way! Make way for Prince Oislin!", the Herald called, parting the market-goers to allow a small contingent of men to pass by. Inside the circle of white-armoured guards was a tall young man, black-haired and tan.
Prince Oislin.
Estima, stepped aside, but the prince shook his head and gestured for the Herald to be silent. "No, no, I'm sorry. Come here.", he said, gesturing to the people. To his people. They pressed in, but the Prince gestured for them to stay a wee bit back, saying that he needed some breathing space, please.
And then.
It happened.
The Temple clock struck noon, and Estima saw him. Vasal. In the crowd, standing there, watching the scene. For a brief moment, their eyes connected, and she understood.
Estima watched, in slow motion, as Old Man Kastin, who sold smoked meats on the corner, emerged from the shadows and pointed something at Oislin. She saw, rather than felt, as her legs pounded the cobbled ground, and she collided with the prince, shoving him aside as the bolt flew past her, not touching either of them.
But behind them, Ser Mis, the local High Priest of Balajus, was not so lucky, and he got a crossbow bolt to the chest.
The old priest fell, his eyes wild, calling out a prayer to Balajus, as Estima and Oislin hit the ground, guards rushing her, pulling her off, as the hysterical girl pointed at the corner and shouted about Old Man Kastin.
The square was silent. Would Balajus respond to the death of his priest?
But Vasal stayed still. He feared nothing, neither god nor mortal, and even if Balajus did come, he'd be fine.
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by Lavan Tiri » Tue Jan 20, 2015 5:02 pm
Jaslandia wrote:(Image)Mt. Husfos, Stewbrun, Montasias
As Balajus meditated in his domanion, he received a sudden vision. His High Priest in Astal, Ser Mis, had fallen to a crossbowman, though who fired the arrow was not clear. The vivid image of the arrow piercing the priest's chest quickly snapped the god out of his trance, and he teleported to Astal immediately.Bajaluj Square, Astal
Balajus appeared on the doorsteps of the temple in a puff of smoke. While the priest was nowhere to be seen, Balajus soon received a vision indicating Ser Mis was being take by the goddess Melisara. Standing on the top step of the temple entrance-way, Balajus removed his hood, and said in a booming voice "May I have your attention, please? I am Balajus, although some of you may know me as Bajaluj. Moments ago, my high priest in Astal, Ser Mis, was struck by a crossbowman's arrow. Whoever fired the arrow that killed Ser Mis, please step forward. I do not want a confrontation; I merely want to know how this all happened. I do not want to hurt anybody!" The God of Curiosity waited, hoping that the perpetrator would do the honorable thing and reveal himself in a timely manner.
by Jaslandia » Tue Jan 20, 2015 5:29 pm
Lavan Tiri wrote:Jaslandia wrote:(Image)Mt. Husfos, Stewbrun, Montasias
As Balajus meditated in his domanion, he received a sudden vision. His High Priest in Astal, Ser Mis, had fallen to a crossbowman, though who fired the arrow was not clear. The vivid image of the arrow piercing the priest's chest quickly snapped the god out of his trance, and he teleported to Astal immediately.Bajaluj Square, Astal
Balajus appeared on the doorsteps of the temple in a puff of smoke. While the priest was nowhere to be seen, Balajus soon received a vision indicating Ser Mis was being take by the goddess Melisara. Standing on the top step of the temple entrance-way, Balajus removed his hood, and said in a booming voice "May I have your attention, please? I am Balajus, although some of you may know me as Bajaluj. Moments ago, my high priest in Astal, Ser Mis, was struck by a crossbowman's arrow. Whoever fired the arrow that killed Ser Mis, please step forward. I do not want a confrontation; I merely want to know how this all happened. I do not want to hurt anybody!" The God of Curiosity waited, hoping that the perpetrator would do the honorable thing and reveal himself in a timely manner.
The crowd was silent, waiting in shock. Not only had their High Priest been murdered in the street, but his patron, their chief god Balajus had personally came to deal with the killer.
Still hunched over Oislin, Estima watched in horror. What was this? She'd saved the Prince, but at the price of Ser Mis' life. Oislin was similarly silent. His father had trusted Ser Mis, and the two had been close confidants. How could this happen? Why would that old man try to kill him.
Really, the only pleasant thing to come out of this mess was that there was an attractive girl laying atop him.
"Ahem. Miss?", he said, drawing Estima's attention. "Oh, sorry, your Highness. I'll………I'll get up now.", she said, blushing fiercely. She got up, brushing off her dress and coat before helping Oislin up as well.
Damn. And just as I was getting comfortable., they both thought. Because really, they'd just made it through puberty. Shit changes.
"Great Balajus, I witnessed the………the murder. Actually, I was the intended target.", The Prince spoke up from the crowd, voice shaking like someone'd just shot at him with a crossbow. "This lady", he continued, gesture to Estima "saved me."
The crowd applauded a little, relived that, if not Ser Mis, the prince had lived.
"And", Oislin added as an aside to the girl "she shall be richly rewarded."
And it all clicked in place. The time, the murder, her saving the prince…………… Vasal. This was the price for her wish. She, not Old Man Kastin, had killed Ser Mis.
Estima stepped forward, pushing through the crowd until she was face-to-face with Balajus. She took a deep breath, and the confessed.
"I killed the Ser. As surely as if I'd driven the bolt in him myself."
by Lavan Tiri » Tue Jan 20, 2015 6:05 pm
Jaslandia wrote:Lavan Tiri wrote:
The crowd was silent, waiting in shock. Not only had their High Priest been murdered in the street, but his patron, their chief god Balajus had personally came to deal with the killer.
Still hunched over Oislin, Estima watched in horror. What was this? She'd saved the Prince, but at the price of Ser Mis' life. Oislin was similarly silent. His father had trusted Ser Mis, and the two had been close confidants. How could this happen? Why would that old man try to kill him.
Really, the only pleasant thing to come out of this mess was that there was an attractive girl laying atop him.
"Ahem. Miss?", he said, drawing Estima's attention. "Oh, sorry, your Highness. I'll………I'll get up now.", she said, blushing fiercely. She got up, brushing off her dress and coat before helping Oislin up as well.
Damn. And just as I was getting comfortable., they both thought. Because really, they'd just made it through puberty. Shit changes.
"Great Balajus, I witnessed the………the murder. Actually, I was the intended target.", The Prince spoke up from the crowd, voice shaking like someone'd just shot at him with a crossbow. "This lady", he continued, gesture to Estima "saved me."
The crowd applauded a little, relived that, if not Ser Mis, the prince had lived.
"And", Oislin added as an aside to the girl "she shall be richly rewarded."
And it all clicked in place. The time, the murder, her saving the prince…………… Vasal. This was the price for her wish. She, not Old Man Kastin, had killed Ser Mis.
Estima stepped forward, pushing through the crowd until she was face-to-face with Balajus. She took a deep breath, and the confessed.
"I killed the Ser. As surely as if I'd driven the bolt in him myself."
Balajus approached the young woman. Surely such an innocent girl could not possibly kill a High Priest? Balajus thought. Suddenly, the vision of what occurred came to Balajus. He saw the young woman push the royal-looking man out of the way, leading the arrow to hit the High Priest instead. The image of the event was clear now. "Young lady," Balajus said to the woman before him, "I think I understand what happened. You needed to push the Prince out of the way, and in the process, the arrow struck Ser Mis. While this is indeed a horrific event, I cannot see how you can be held truly responsible. You had no idea what would happen by pushing the Prince out of the way. If anything, by springing into action immediately and pushing the Prince out of the way, you are a hero. The true culprit is whoever fired the arrow." Balajus put his hand on the young woman's shoulder. "For saving the Prince's life, and at the risk of being a pushover, I forgive you for unintentionally causing Ser Mis' death. I will find a way to reward you for your heroic deed, but for now, I need your help in finding the dastardly crossbowman responsible for firing the arrow."
by Jaslandia » Tue Jan 20, 2015 7:06 pm
Lavan Tiri wrote:Jaslandia wrote:Balajus approached the young woman. Surely such an innocent girl could not possibly kill a High Priest? Balajus thought. Suddenly, the vision of what occurred came to Balajus. He saw the young woman push the royal-looking man out of the way, leading the arrow to hit the High Priest instead. The image of the event was clear now. "Young lady," Balajus said to the woman before him, "I think I understand what happened. You needed to push the Prince out of the way, and in the process, the arrow struck Ser Mis. While this is indeed a horrific event, I cannot see how you can be held truly responsible. You had no idea what would happen by pushing the Prince out of the way. If anything, by springing into action immediately and pushing the Prince out of the way, you are a hero. The true culprit is whoever fired the arrow." Balajus put his hand on the young woman's shoulder. "For saving the Prince's life, and at the risk of being a pushover, I forgive you for unintentionally causing Ser Mis' death. I will find a way to reward you for your heroic deed, but for now, I need your help in finding the dastardly crossbowman responsible for firing the arrow."
No. Not like this. Balajus was misunderstanding her, at it seemed on purpose. Damn. Damn it all to the void.
Estima hid her face in her hands, sobbing now. Her shame, her fear, all of it was bubbling to the surface now, and the words pounder out unbidden and uncontrollable.
"No! No, I………I killed him. It was the wish! The damned wish! Oh, gods, oh, my word……… forgive me!"
She then broke down, crying in front of everyone.
And no one noticed the strange man coming through the crowd, not until he was next to the girl, bending down and patting her on the back. "Now now, dearie. I've got ya"
Estima whirled to face him, screaming. "Murderer! Liar! Cheat!"
But Vasal simply stepped aside as she tried to claw at him, and turned to face Balajus. "No, dearie, she speaks the truth. She certainly facilitated Ser Mis' death. I just caused it."
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by Charmera » Thu Jan 22, 2015 6:38 pm
The Starlight wrote:(Image)
A new dawn rose upon Ziolas, the sun shyly peeping its head out like a young duckling, before growing more confident and showing its full majesty and glory. Its radiant beams illuminated every corner of the hemisphere it was facing, and if one was to look down, below the boughs of a young, yet tall forest, one would see a lion. Its mane was long and it was large, and yet retained its sleekness, power and grace that marked it as the most powerful animal currently in the wood. And yet, the squirrels yippered and chattered happily, racing and chasing, leaping and gathering, paying no mind to the still lion, that had gold, piercing eyes.
Without a sound, the lion paced forward, its every step measured and seemingly calculated to retain as much grace and power as possible. Soon, it expanded into a trot, then a gallop of which, every leap seemed to spring. Long was its course, and soon it reached the golden plains, but it did not stop, its golden and brown mane flowing behind its head. Its steps were agile and careful, and no thorn dared to prick the paws of the magnificent creature.
And then, the lion came before a mountain. Gazing up it, the lion selected the best route and began, not climbing slowly, and yet, carefully, jumping nimbly when required and striding forward as the occasion called for. Finally, it reached the peak of the mountain, standing proud as it gazed the expanses of the territory. This was Telerion. Perhaps 2 miles north of the mountain was the great river Luthen, and by it, the proud capital of Telerion and the center of Elvendom upon Ziolas, Vilundir. There, High King Vilgaen Vrenture reigned, the strong gates imprinted with a lion's head, its tall stone walls, the proud, valiant towers and the waving banners all created a feeling of glory and power.
The lion shifted into the form of a woman, but this was no mere mortal. This was Eluthiel, Goddess of Honor, the Hearth, and Knowledge, Mother of Elves and Patron of the Arts, whose golden hair rivaled that of the sun, whose keen, wise eyes were deeper than the sea. Upon her head rested a silver circlet that fit perfectly around her, and she wore a blue dress with a silver pendant at her chest, and a pure white garment that shimmered with the stars beneath.
Eluthiel smiled, seeing and sensing the prosperity and happiness of the Eldar, her most treasured things above all else. Any who tried to interfere with their peaceful lives, would face the fury of Eluthiel, and though it had been long since unleashed, all who had experienced it were not quick to forget. Smiling one more time, she disappeared in a flash of blue, to her domanion that lay veiled by the clouds, Taltera.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by The Starlight » Thu Jan 22, 2015 7:02 pm
Charmera wrote:If Eluthiel was feeling in a perceptive mood, she might notice a small spider appearing in her Domanion shortly after her, the arachnid moving towards the Goddess, carefully avoiding her feet, the spider incredibly nimble and fast. Manoeuvring around the goddess and forward a bit and then stopping and staring at her while in a shadow in Eluthiel's home. The spider seemed to be waiting for something, perhaps to be noticed.
Though, if the spider was noticed, one would assume it was merely a normal spider, though Eluthial might recognise her sister in her smaller eight legged form. Illyana always liked testing her sibling, seeing if the other Goddess would notice her sneaking, though she decided to cut her little game a little short this time. She began transforming in the shadows, her morphing silent and swift, where there was once an arachnid there was now a two legged Drow Goddess,
"Hello Sister." Illyana spoke, smiling her usual coy smile. Not quite devious but not quite innocent. "It's been a while since we last talked hasn't it?"
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"Life before Death. Strength before Weakness. Journey before Destination""Strength does not make one capable of rule. It makes one capable of service"
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by Lavan Tiri » Thu Jan 22, 2015 7:09 pm
Jaslandia wrote:Lavan Tiri wrote:
No. Not like this. Balajus was misunderstanding her, at it seemed on purpose. Damn. Damn it all to the void.
Estima hid her face in her hands, sobbing now. Her shame, her fear, all of it was bubbling to the surface now, and the words pounder out unbidden and uncontrollable.
"No! No, I………I killed him. It was the wish! The damned wish! Oh, gods, oh, my word……… forgive me!"
She then broke down, crying in front of everyone.
And no one noticed the strange man coming through the crowd, not until he was next to the girl, bending down and patting her on the back. "Now now, dearie. I've got ya"
Estima whirled to face him, screaming. "Murderer! Liar! Cheat!"
But Vasal simply stepped aside as she tried to claw at him, and turned to face Balajus. "No, dearie, she speaks the truth. She certainly facilitated Ser Mis' death. I just caused it."
Balajus looked at Estima with confusion, but upon seeing Vasal, Balajus's look turned to that of annoyance. "What do you have to do with this, Vasal?" Balajus asked, raising his voice just a little bit. "This woman saved a life. She unintentionally caused the death of another, but she can't be faulted for failing to predict the future. What more is there to it?" The God of Discovery paused and step toward Vasal. "If this is some sort of joke, I'm not amused. Now explain yourself, Vasal! What is going on here?"
by Jaslandia » Thu Jan 22, 2015 7:25 pm
Lavan Tiri wrote:Jaslandia wrote:Balajus looked at Estima with confusion, but upon seeing Vasal, Balajus's look turned to that of annoyance. "What do you have to do with this, Vasal?" Balajus asked, raising his voice just a little bit. "This woman saved a life. She unintentionally caused the death of another, but she can't be faulted for failing to predict the future. What more is there to it?" The God of Discovery paused and step toward Vasal. "If this is some sort of joke, I'm not amused. Now explain yourself, Vasal! What is going on here?"
Vasal chuckled. The chuckle soon developed into a full-on belly laugh, tears streaming down his cheeks. This persisted for a few moments, until the Mad God was done, and wiped his face dry. The crowd watched, silent and apprehensive.
"Oh, dearie me. Bala, you truly are idiotic, aren't you? All my services have a price, after all. And no, it's no joke, young Estima was quite serious. She knew there was a price, and she still made the wish!"
The god spun, pointing one clawlike finger at Estima. "Murderess!"
The young woman let out a choking sob and lunged, but Vasal was no longer there.
Estima turned to face her god. "He's telling the truth. I……… I made a wish from him, and Ser Mis was the price, it seems."
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