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From Ashes

Arhk'morina

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a part of From Ashes, by The Adversary.

The world born from fire and ash, a world now threatened to die the same way it came to be.

The Adversary holds sovereignty over Arhk'morina, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Arhk'morina is divided between the four corners: The desert west, the forest south, the plains of the east, and the cold of the north.
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Arhk'morina

The world born from fire and ash, a world now threatened to die the same way it came to be.

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Arhk'morina is a part of From Ashes.

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Faust Szevn [0] "I was born under an evil star. Its nightly glow haunts my days; its iridescence, my nights."
Fai'eth Kilswith [0] Just trying to scrape a living in a frozen land.

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Raiders were not idiots. Not all of them, anyway. These, however, were. There were only about five, and they had been lying in wait just behind the peak of - and on either side of - a dune. As Dom had passed by, the raiders had tried to surprise him. The first three that came over the dune got a blast of wind magic. Not lethal, but it blew off the top of the dune and sent them into the air. The one coming from in front received an arrow in his chest - this one lethal - and the one coming from behind was faced with Dom personally. The ex-warrior dropped his bow and jumped off his horse. His two scimitars were in his hands within seconds, the weight and feel of the weapons familiar to him. The raider brandished his own sword, his slitted pupils narrowed in anger as he charged Dom. From that move alone Dom could tell that this raider hadn't the faintest training in actual combat. All he knew was not to hold the sword by the shiny part and that you had to swing the sharp edge of the shiny part at the person you wanted to hurt.

Dom waited for the raider to come within striking distance. The criminal yelled as he brought his sword up in a sweeping arc. Dom pivoted on his right foot and parried the blow with his right sword. As he turned he swung his left sword up and through the back of the raider's throat, severing his head from his neck. The head dropped to the ground with a dull thud! and the body continued to run for a few seconds before falling awkwardly to the ground. The sword fell from the raider's grip and hit the sand with a metallic thud. Dom sheathed his swords as he ran back to his horse. As he scooped up his bow and grabbed a few arrows his horse looked back at him; the animal's large, dark eyes observing him with mild disinterest.

"They would have eaten you." Dom grunted to the animal before running up the dune, an arrow already notched. Having been stunned by their fall, they had yet to run or prepare for an attack. One of the raiders was already up and about to run. Dom pulled the ready arrow back and sent it through the raider's throat. The robber's hand went limply to the short spear in shock as he dropped slowly to his knees before falling backwards over his legs. The other two raiders held their hands up and slowly got to their feet. Before they could react Dom notched another arrow and let the tip bury itself in a robber's forehead. He was readying the third arrow when the remaining raider yelled, "Please, let me live!"

Dom paused and lowered the bow, "Why?"

The raider's eyes darted from side-to-side rapidly as he tried to come up with a bargain. A light went off in his head and he smiled nervously, "I'll give you all the money we . . I . . have!"

Dom was silent for a moment, "A decent proposition. But, I don't need you alive to take your money." before the raider could reply Dom fired his final arrow into the raider's chest. He sighed and slid down the dune to his horse. After securing his bow to the saddle he went to check each body, figuring he'd take the raider up on his offer anyway. After searching all five he only found around one-hundred gold coins. Not too much, but not pocket change, either. He dropped the coins into a leather pouch on his belt as he made his way back to the horse. It snorted as he approached, almost as if to say, "Hurry up! We're waisting daylight."

Dom rolled his eyes, "I was protecting you, too." he said irritably as he mounted the animal. "I doubt you would have liked being their evening meal."

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Darkness forged this world in flames so dense that they blotted out the very sun. Chaos and destruction wrought life on this barren rock. That power lives on in me. That great cosmic force stayed behind in me. And none shall oppose my dominance! None!

The Tower of Ashes was not just tall. The massive spire of blackened, shedding stone speared the heavens of Arhk'morina. The very tip of the Tower - which was no thicker than the width of a man - pierced the atmosphere of the planet, reaching untold and impossible heights. The great structure appeared rough up close, its surface uneven and missing whole layers in some places. In fact, to the touch it would be smooth as polished marble. Though thin layers of ash would flake off at a touch, the black rock turning to soft gray as it fluttered away - thus speeding the eventual release of the King of the Ashes.

But unbeknownst to the deities, the King would not wait for such a process to take place. He did not need the whole of the Tower to disintegrate. He had been flexing his will for one-thousand years. Sending tiny pulses of his energy through the stone, softening it, readying it. He was willing to wait even a millenium if it meant not alerting the gods and goddess to his plans and presence once free. His anger fueled his patience, ironically. His mind worked at a fast, calculating pace. He knew what he would have to do if victory would be his - and he was intent on accomplishing his plans.

Eventually he was able to move. He shrugged and stretched, and ten feet of stone in every direction fluttered into ash, suddenly taking up much less space. After almost one-hundred years he was no longer immobile. This was a criticle point for the King. He could easily obliterate the rest of the Tower around him, sending the miles of stone above him to the ground. But, that would bring the deities to light of his release immediately, and he would be defeated just as swiftly as before.

He would have to bring them down one-by-one. Mephisto could not be harmed, and was the most powerful of the four. Therefore the King would need to focus on bringing him down, first. He would need to distract the deities, too. He pondered all of this as he slowly dissolved a narrow tunnel through the stone. Finally, after hundreds of years, he broke through the surface of the Tower. Immediately he began to impliment his plan to distract the deities. He needed more time to think of a way to kill Mephisto.

He looked out of the opening he had made and looked down at the sea of ashes surrounding the Tower. A sea that was very deep. If he'd a face, he would have smiled. Slowly the ashes directly around and covering the jagged ring of ripped plates of stone around the Tower began to move and change. This would not take as long.

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After the incident, Lucinda returned the jewels to the woman, who thanked and blessed her, as usual.

Once the long day as guardian ended, Lucinda returned home, walking inside to see her parents packing.

"Mama, Papa, where are we going?" She asked aloud, removing the hood of her cloak from her head.

Her mother tied a sack shut, placing it on their dining table. "We're heading North, your father and I will have better business there."

A confused expression came among Lucinda's face, glaring at her mother. "Better business, Mama, this is the biggest marketing town in the East, we're doing just fine here, and why to the North, do you have any idea how harsh the conditions are there?"

Her father walked into the room, carrying a stack of blankets. "Enough!" He yelled, dropping them onto the floor. "Your mother and I have lived here our whole life, it's time for change.." He admitted, walking back into the bedroom, Lucinda quickly rushing after him.

"Papa, what about Grandfather's store? Your family has owned this for generations, and what about me being a Guardian? I have to give it up!?" She demanded, lifting her hands up as she spoke, trying to reason with her father.

"Lucy.." He said softly, turning around. "Grandfather would appreciate this. We're opening our senses for change. Plus, look at you, you've never even seen any other race besides us humans. We need to get you out into the world, Lucy." He sighed, lifting up a large chest from the ground, walking past her.

Lucinda walked back out after him, her glance shifting to her mother, glaring in plead. Her mother shook her head, sighing.
"We've informed the instructor of your future absence. Now hurry, pack up."

Tears beamed in Lucinda's eyes as she turned around, stomping up the set of stairs in anger. All her memories of her grandfather lied within the walls of this store, as well as her childhood embedded into the city. She angrily packed her belongings into a set of bags, her soft cotton dresses, under attire, sets of boots, gloves, soaps, and other items she might need.

She pulled the two bags over her shoulders, marching back down the stairs. Her eyes glanced around the room, her home had been cleared out.

"Lucinda." Her mother said softly, waiting at the back door, extending it open for her. Lucinda nodded, walking outside, seeing a large cart filled with their belongings. She placed her bags among them, her mother sliding in front of the cart next to her father.

Lucinda clicked her tongue, Tykie and Kiba emerging from the other side of the house.
"We're leaving guys.." She said slowly, then biting her tongue from anger. She hopped onto Tykie, who slowly followed the cart.

"It's a long trip, be prepared." Her father warned, then signaling the horses to go.

Lucinda pulled up her hood as her family passed through the city, waving their goodbyes at the fellow townspeople.
In all honesty, she was frightened. She had never been to the North, but had heard horrible stories about it, and the people who resided there.

Her father did not lie, for the trip indeed did last days. The family stopped at night to rest up, and rose early the next day to continue their trip.

As they traveled, the climate greatly changed. The green disappeared, and blizzards ripped around them as they traveled.

Finally, the awaited day came, they entered a town in the North. Lucinda despised it already. The cold air stung her face as her father handed coin to the tax collector, Tykie continuing to follow the cart as it emerged into the town. Lucinda's eyes widened as she glared at the difference in the community. She'd heard about the other races, and everything she heard about them, had seemed to remain true.

After traveling through the town, her parents stopped in front of a small shack looking house. Her mother and father slipped from the front of the cart, pulling their thick clothing tighter around themselves.

"So, how you doing, Lucy?" Her father asked with a cocky smile as he began unloading the cart. Her mother walked into the shack, examining around and nodding, knowing it needed much work, but it was manageable.

Lucy sighed, sliding off Tykie, walking over to help her father. He shook his head, shrugging her off as he picked up a large chest.

"Go on, explore." He said, nodding his head to the distance, signaling her to leave.

"But..what about you and Mama..?" She asked, pulling away. Her father shook his head.

"Don't you worry, and I'll feed Tykie, go on."

Lucida frowned, nodding. She walked over to Tykie, placing a hand on his face, softly kissing his large nose. "I'll be back in a bit, ok? Watch over Mama and Papa for me." Tykie snorted in retort, kicking one of his back legs. Lucinda smiled, whistling softly for Kiba to follow her.

As she walked around the gathering of shops, she smiled softly to herself. "At least I fit in somewhat, huh Kiba?" She joked, looking at some of the local's pale skin. Kiba barked, wagging his tail as he walked beside her.

Lucinda squinted her eyes as she walked towards a large crowd, wondering what the commotion was about. She stood in the back, crossing her arms, glaring at the armor that was up for bid. Kiba laid down beside her, continuing to wag his tale. Her gaze shifted from the armor to the man that spoke, wondering what he meant, raising an eyebrow.

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The girl seemed shaken by his questioning. She took a step back and uncrossed her arms, her eyes moving around nervously. "Um..s-sorry!" she apologized quickly, the tone of her voice reading unease, like her body language. Faust furrowed his brow. While the tone of her skin seemed what was common to this region of the world, the Viking had the strange inclination that she was not initially of these parts. Nor for very long. "Ah..n-nothing at all, I-I apologize." she stammered, repeating her apology.

Faust was about to speak when he heard a growl from her feet. His eyes lowered quickly and landed on what looked like a dog. He recognized it from his days in Nalla, where dogs were common. Of course you didn't see many in the north. For the most part all one saw were the huge wolves that lived in the forests and mountains. It had taken a defensive - maybe even frightened - stance, not growling at Faust as he had originally thought. The girl looked behind Faust before crouching down and petting her dog, "Down, Kiba." she commanded. Faust turned slightly and saw what the dog was growling at. Standing beside Fei'eth was one of the great wolves of the north.

Faust chuckled and was about to turn back to the girl when Fei'eth spoke, "Are you from around here I just moved in last night, and I am looking for a restaurant. Preferably one my large friend will be fed at as well."

"Sorry, I'm not from around here." the girl said quickly.

Faust glanced back at her before redirecting his attention to Fei'eth, "There's bound to be a tavern here that would have something large and possibly quite bloody for your friend." he said, indicating the wolf. "Though you may have to pay extra. I'm just passing through, but I've seen taverns do so before." he explained. The huge mountain cities of the Hieme were complex marvels of architecture. There the wolf riders were most common, and any pub or tavern would feed wolves for a lower price than the villages around the mountains. Faust turned back to the girl, "Sorry, my name is Faust Szevn. And you are . . ?"

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((It's the three day deadline, and I don't want to break my own rules, so . .))

"Hmm... well then I guess we will just follow his nose." Fei'eth said with a laugh. Faust turned to look at the Hieme, missing the girl's introduction. The blacksmith patted his wolf and said, "You are more than welcome to join me, would be nice to have some conversation with dinner." He mounted the wolf and leaned down to whisper something into the animal's ear. The wolf started off at a slow pace, "This way, if you want to join me." Fei'eth called back.

Faust paused and looked back at the girl, "A pleasure." he said quickly, nodding his head. He turned and jogged after Fei'eth, "I appreciate the invitation." he said. "And besides," he laughed, "It will be easier to get in if they know you have a wolf that may become very angry should you be denied a table." he looked around slowly, attempting to pick out a tavern amongst the wooden buildings. One stood out: A tall building of thick, dark wood with a stone foundation and a towering smokestack. Black plumes of smoke poured up, spreading the pleasing scent of cooking meat. Faust pointed to the building, "I think that is where we should be heading."

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"Judging by the amount of drool coming out of my boy's mouth, I would say so." Fei'eth continued towards the tavern, then jumped down off his wolf when they got there. "You feed wolves here?" He asked the man at the door. "Ah...well yes, we do... I'm guessing you want to be seated right away?" The man said his eyes never leaving the drooling jaws of the giant wolf next to him. "That would be excellent thank you. People are so nice in this area of town." He said turning to Faust.

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"Judging by the amount of drool coming out of my boy's mouth, I would say so." said the blacksmith. Faust jogged ahead to the stone steps of the tavern and knocked on the huge, wooden double doors. They shuddered and slowly swung open. A large Hieme in thick leather clothes stepped out and eyed the shorter human - especially the axes strapped about his person. His pitch black eyes then rolled - apparent by the moving of the glare in them - to Fei'eth and his wolf. Fei'eth dismounted the animal and asked the Hieme if they fed wolves at the tavern.

The villages around the mountains did not have many riders come through, so it was obvious why the Hieme seemed unnerved by the sight, "Ah...well yes, we do... I'm guessing you want to be seated right away?" he stammered his query.

Fei'eth answered, "That would be excellent thank you. People are so nice in this area of town." he directed the last part to Faust, who answered with a wry smirk. The Hieme craned his neck and barked something in his own language. He turned back to the two and said, "We don't have room for your . ." he paused to choose his next words carefully, "mount, so he will need to remain outside." he looked at Fei'eth, "I take it that won't be a problem?" he asked.

Faust looked inside the tavern as he waited for the blacksmith to reply. In the very back was a large, wooden bar. Behind it was a huge stone fireplace that was filled with a roaring blaze. There were spits of roasting meats, and a black cauldron filled with steaming stew hanging in a smaller fireplace. The aroma of the stew was mouthwatering. Barrels of ale and other drinks were lined up behind the bar, and large wooden tables filled the inside of the huge building. It was brightly lit and filled with the sounds of patrons. Another Hieme was walking through the tavern carrying an iron plate heaped with raw meat, some pieces still on the bone. Faust reckoned that those were for Fei'eth's wolf.

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Fei'eth had expected that Neka'Tran would have to wait outside. "Of course not a problem." He said then turned to his good friend. "Ok you wait here, buddy. Mind your manners... But if anyone hurts you, then you can bite them. Ok?" The wolf licked Fei'eth by way of reply. Then the Fei'eth turned back to the door man. "Shall we?" He asked, then he watched as the plate of raw meat came out. Poor guy looked like he drew the short straw back in the kitchen, he was sweating bullets. He slowly approached the wolf, then carefully set the plate down. As soon as it touched the ground the man jumped back, in fear. Neka'tran dove in hungrily.

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“Ew naag siuht reez, reeez lens.”
(We are going home very, very soon.)

“…”
(...)


"U teom wu negjirk newuorv stei ljiwret ew po ed tkram."
(You should get your bride something while we are at the market.)

“…”
(...)


“T’neduoh ez naag nessim? T’nod y nelliw nenot tad snedjit ed etorg mob egel nednah ineb u?”
(Isn’t she going to miss you? You don’t want to show up at the Great Tree empty handed, do you?)

“...Gaarg taw?”
(…Like what?)


“Tid teh Kunari rethcod! Tid si neeg ejparg!”
(It’s the Seer’s daughter! This is not a joke.)

“Newourt u raah sneg lovrev.”
(You marry her then.)


“Taal ki u neggez, ki uoz ki-"
(Let me tell you, if I could I would r-)


“And spread your hideous spawn?” Mahi’rim said sacarstically, though they both knew the truth couldn’t be further. Unlike Tu’esh, who had prominent feline features, puffed upper lips with thick white whiskers, cat-like slit eyes and a sleek slender neck -Dashing good looks that could make any Minakri’ian girl curl her toes. Stripes, as he was also called, just looked odd, especially when he stood beside his childhood friend. He looked more like a well-built human being with fur, and a large tail …than a typical Minakri’i, who despite knowing their broad range of appearances, still had a mild unmentioned discrimination against those less ‘of the jungle’.



“You mood make bad.”

“Different people. Different perspectives..Tiz wu kjilel kalvitz zof zaar nettark.” The more hardworking of the duo quipped as he pushed off two small equine carcasses, his talkative friend slipping out of the way and promptly went to collect their payment.

It wasn’t long before a scrawny looking hieme came through that very same door with a menacing cleaver in hand, ready to dismember the animal, which Mahi’rim had no choice but to watch in mild disgust.




The Hieme walked through the tavern carrying an iron plate heaped with raw meat, some pieces still on the bone. Faust reckoned that those were for Fei'eth's wolf.

[OOC: This post should have been one post earlier, before the one before this.]

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Faust noticed as the Hieme carrying the plate of food for Fei'eth's wolf came closer that he was just a nervous as the Hieme at the door - even more so, maybe. He stepped aside as the Hieme passed him. He watched the wolf carefully before quickly placing the plate in front of the wolf - just short of dropping it - and jumping back. The large animal quickly tore into the chunks of raw meat. Faust's eyebrows raised, "I would never want to be on the receiving end of those jaws." he stated dryly.

He turned and entered the tavern, searching for an empty table. He finally spotted one and made his way through the tables and patrons until he had reached the empty one. He pulled out the rough wooden chair and sat down. A short minute or so later a Hieme came by and placed a plate in front of Faust and Fei'eth. The plates were made of what looked like cast iron, and on them sat wooden bowls filled with beef stew - there was a wooden spoon on each plate - and chunk of fresh bread that had been ripped off of a loaf sat beside the bowls. The same Hieme returned shortly and sat a pint of ale in front of each patron.

Faust picked up his spoon and laughed. He looked at Fei'eth, "One thing I have loved about the north since the day I came here: The hospitality." he chuckled before digging in.

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Fei'eth laughed at Faust's comment. "Yes well when you are on the verge of freezing to death all the time, it helps to make friends." Fei'eth said, then dove into his stew. The beef was very tender, and well seasoned. He took in a mouthful of broth, and just let the warm liquid sit in his mouth. Once the warmth had filled his mouth, and body, he swallowed. Then he reached out, and took a sip of ice cold ale, throughly enjoying it as well. "I have never had food so good."

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A minute later, the slenderer of the Minakri'is returned, bouncing a dark purple pouch that jingle of coins. The cattish smile on his face told Stripes that they had struck a handsome deal, probably got paid a but more than intended by mistake. He smiled a little back, quickly opening the pouch and splitting the riches like a couple of thieves in the alleys. It turns out that the Inn bought some of the rare Woodland spices they carried as well, the owner and his wife intend to start a family soon and a potent Minakri'i aphrodisiac couldn't hurt their chances.

"Ki Naag" nedetseb tid po stei tad deog reih." Tu'esh chirped.
(I'm going to use this on something good here, you know?)

"Tios-"
(Alrite-)

Stripes leaned on the frosted window, using his wrist to wipe a small portion clear and looked at the many patrons inside. He also wondered how his friend would do it, with Tu'esh's poor use of the common language, he would have to be extremely fortunate to even hold a decent conversation, let alone buy something at a discount.

"Nederteot tot ed neredna retal, neot u naadeg. Ki liw gaarg srednivdap ed tkram nee ejkuts redrev." He said/growled in reply, his friend then patted farewell on his back before disappearing into the snow trodden streets.
(Go catch up with the others, they must be worried, I want to scout around the market abit here.)



The truth was, the allure of the tavern made it a hard temptation to resist. As he opened the door, a rush of warm air followed by a chorus of conversations flooded past him. The outside cold was fine, sure, but it felt a little better inside. Carefully, mindful of people who were behind him, he manuevered past the stairs then the kitchen before he saw the counter and it's many patrons.

The snow had already melted on him by the time he reached it and as he glanced over the numerous customers before he would make his order, something in particular caught his eye. He had to lift his headband a little to get a clearer view of it.