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The island nation settled in the middle of a large sea, surrounded by many other powerful nations.
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Kethadria is a part of 
Without Absolution.
3 Places in Kethadria:
7 Characters Here
Phaistos [0] The Gifted Hunter
Gen Tatsu [0] Master of Electromagnetism
Asterion, Son of the Maze [0] Sacrificed to the Minotaur as an infant, he emerged from the maze 12 years later, and has spent the last seven on the outskirts of nobel society
Xenos Dellos [0] The leader of Consortium Natalan.
Tenrai Kurosawa [0] Blind monk; elementalist
The Oracle Simin [0] High Priestess of Syntana; Oracle of Aiatse; Avatar of Apollo
Kaijin [0] Guardian of Dissonance; Goddess of Destruction; bound to human form
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The sea lay still beneath the weight of the night sky, draped like lovely velvet over the dark water. Creaking, groaning, bellowing like a hungry animal were the hulls of several ships, bobbing just as still along the surface, going neither forward to the new land, or back to the deserts they were built in. The sailors and merchants upon them began to stroke the oars to fight against time, to make it to shore by dawn, stirring the waves and waking them from their slumber. Beneath the liquid glass, the eyes of Aisu were always resting on a single island that was floating like a burning jewel beneath the stars. With its residents on the streets for a summer festival, the torches from the celebration lit up their capital city for miles beyond the harbor. The passengers looked on in wonder at the small fire on the sea, so isolated against the shadows as if it were struggling to stay alight.
The Kethadrian people, tonight, were merry. They drank wine and sat in public bath houses, joking about the Persians, joking about the Greeks, joking about the Chinese---oh, they had no faults of their own. They were utterly perfect, naturally; they were chosen by Poseidon himself. They were descended directly from him!---or so they believed. They drank until they were happy, and those that were happy drank until they were angry, and those that didn't continue to drink until they were tired began to fight. There were hoorahs rising from the streets as men of little wealth scrapped in the alleys, pummeling eachother into the torch-light where the wealthy looked on in horror. It was like any other society; they would always say, don't let a few bad figs spoil the harvest.
A small band of soldiers paraded down the walkway, followed by upper class thesbians acting scenes from plays about their nation. After the festivities, and the food and drink, the merchants pulled into the harbor at dawn to unload their goods. Not but an hour later, merchants were selling souveniers from as far as east Asia to Kethadrians that had never even left their capital city. It was then that the work day started---the King was awake doing business, the Council was busy advising him, the merchants were selling their goods, the craftsmen were finishing projects, the servants were serving their families. Amongst all of this, the newcomers---who would possibly someday be citizens---wandered about amazed at the circular waterways that fenced their city, the ships pulling in and out, the large bronze statues, stone walls, pillars---and the technology that ran it all. The doors opened without a touch, and the fountain in the center of the city had no visible pipes, but sprang beautifully from the carved stone basin. In the gardens, little bronze birds turned in their places and tweeted to greet the visitors each time they passed, and each time they did, a large bronze owl would open its eyes to peer at the birds. It was a thing of wonder!
They would always say, "This place is blessed by the gods themselves!" in a tone of complete awe, but in jest.
And little did they know---it was.
The Kethadrian people, tonight, were merry. They drank wine and sat in public bath houses, joking about the Persians, joking about the Greeks, joking about the Chinese---oh, they had no faults of their own. They were utterly perfect, naturally; they were chosen by Poseidon himself. They were descended directly from him!---or so they believed. They drank until they were happy, and those that were happy drank until they were angry, and those that didn't continue to drink until they were tired began to fight. There were hoorahs rising from the streets as men of little wealth scrapped in the alleys, pummeling eachother into the torch-light where the wealthy looked on in horror. It was like any other society; they would always say, don't let a few bad figs spoil the harvest.
A small band of soldiers paraded down the walkway, followed by upper class thesbians acting scenes from plays about their nation. After the festivities, and the food and drink, the merchants pulled into the harbor at dawn to unload their goods. Not but an hour later, merchants were selling souveniers from as far as east Asia to Kethadrians that had never even left their capital city. It was then that the work day started---the King was awake doing business, the Council was busy advising him, the merchants were selling their goods, the craftsmen were finishing projects, the servants were serving their families. Amongst all of this, the newcomers---who would possibly someday be citizens---wandered about amazed at the circular waterways that fenced their city, the ships pulling in and out, the large bronze statues, stone walls, pillars---and the technology that ran it all. The doors opened without a touch, and the fountain in the center of the city had no visible pipes, but sprang beautifully from the carved stone basin. In the gardens, little bronze birds turned in their places and tweeted to greet the visitors each time they passed, and each time they did, a large bronze owl would open its eyes to peer at the birds. It was a thing of wonder!
They would always say, "This place is blessed by the gods themselves!" in a tone of complete awe, but in jest.
And little did they know---it was.
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Asterion had heard tell of the Lady before, she seemed an interesting figure. Far more so than the preening court nobles or plodding servants he found as his only company in Kethadrian society at least. So when he spied the semi-legendary figure moving through the marketplace he took notice, a small, but rare, grin briefly cracking his hardened features as he took in the site of the wizened crone in flamboyant robes. Without thinking he grabbed a jug of wine from a merchant's table, and sauntered off, taking a long draught from its clay depths, and not caring as some spilled over his chest. The merchant made a noise of indignation, but Asterion took no notice, an the merchant was to fearful of the wild youth to do more than complain.
A few strides, and a small bound took Asterion sailing up to catch the lip of the building ahead of him with one hand, the wine jug dangling from the other. Swinging the jug on top of the roof, he grasped for purchase against the stone wall with his bare feet, and scrabbled on top of it. From here he could follow the bobbing orb of brightly colored flames that was the Lady with ease, picking a figure such as her out of the crowd was no hard task. He strolled lazily along the rooftops, drinking from his jug of wine, as he followed her, watching, and more amused than he had found himself in many a moon. Something about this old lady was far more wild and true than any other person he had found in Kethadria.
As she danced away from a stall with a cat in hand, Asterion dropped lightly off the roof behind her, calling out after her.
"So you're the infamous Lady aye?" He spoke with a note of merriment not commonly found in his cold, brief, and abrupt manner of speaking. He hadn't learned to speak until he had been brought into society at the age of twelve. Before then he had communicated far more simply, with actions, and with occasional heartful bellows, expressing naught more than pure emotion. He still felt words were over valued, and used them sparingly and infrequently, remaining largely taciturn.
"Would you care for a drink?" He held the vase out to here, his words coming slowly, clear and precise, like the sparkling waters of a calm, deep, river. "Seems as if the two of us might have a bit in common, being oddities among the Kethadrian court."
A few strides, and a small bound took Asterion sailing up to catch the lip of the building ahead of him with one hand, the wine jug dangling from the other. Swinging the jug on top of the roof, he grasped for purchase against the stone wall with his bare feet, and scrabbled on top of it. From here he could follow the bobbing orb of brightly colored flames that was the Lady with ease, picking a figure such as her out of the crowd was no hard task. He strolled lazily along the rooftops, drinking from his jug of wine, as he followed her, watching, and more amused than he had found himself in many a moon. Something about this old lady was far more wild and true than any other person he had found in Kethadria.
As she danced away from a stall with a cat in hand, Asterion dropped lightly off the roof behind her, calling out after her.
"So you're the infamous Lady aye?" He spoke with a note of merriment not commonly found in his cold, brief, and abrupt manner of speaking. He hadn't learned to speak until he had been brought into society at the age of twelve. Before then he had communicated far more simply, with actions, and with occasional heartful bellows, expressing naught more than pure emotion. He still felt words were over valued, and used them sparingly and infrequently, remaining largely taciturn.
"Would you care for a drink?" He held the vase out to here, his words coming slowly, clear and precise, like the sparkling waters of a calm, deep, river. "Seems as if the two of us might have a bit in common, being oddities among the Kethadrian court."
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Adriane stood in a small room, there was a single window and a door, books were strewn across the ground, containers and ripped pages and paper were covering the counter, and stains were almost everywhere. In front of the window there was a set of metal containers containing various amounts of crushed particles and different liquids. Each one was labeled and she was carefully measuring everything out. She was smiling, it had taken months of tests but tonight she would do it. She would finally perfect it, finally escape. Outside of the window she could her the priests going about their work, other gifted going about her lives. She laughed as she poured a yellowish dust into the mixture. Gifted, HAH, as if. constantly watched, used by the king, kept under wraps and placed in the temple. Well I will not stay in this prison, I had more freedom in that damnable maze then I have here. There was a knock on the door, a man wearing a long robe and holding a candle walked into the room. Her teacher, if he could be called that, didn't teach her anymore, she all but taught him. Annoyed and worried about the flame she snapped out "FOOL, GET THAT FLAME OUT OF HER. FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME I DO NOT WANT TO DIE TODAY." Taken aback the man stepped out of the room. His face was covered in surprise but quickly turned to anger. He placed the candle on the ground and stormed towards her. "HOW DARE YOU, I AM YOUR TEACHER, NOT ONLY THAT BUT I AM YOUR ELDER, CHILD YOU GO TO FAR." He slammed his fist on the table and the force knocked the mixture to the ground. A little bit of it hit the open flame and ignited quickly burning towards the rest till they went up as well. She jumped up on the table "YOU STUPID OLD MAN." She jumped on top of him and slammed her fist right into his jaw. it was no use though, he was stronger and pulled her off of him screaming "FIRE GET THE WATER" all the while Adriane screamed "NO GET SAND, SAND"
It was useless though, a man ran up and poured a bucket of water onto the small flame. All Adriane could do was look on in horror as the water hit the flame and created a fireball. The servant caught fire and started flailing trying to get it out. More servants came with water but it only caused the fire to blaze all the more. Suddenly there was a loud hissing noise and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. She took off down the hall and she had only made a few steps before a massive explosion blew her off her feet and down the hallway. She looked back to see the hallway in pieces and her room in shatters. The roof across the garden had caught fire and was blazing away. As she stood up she felt a stabbing pain in her leg. She looked down and saw a piece of wood had embedded itself in her leg. She grabbed it and with a yell pulled it out before carrying on down two flights of stair and out into the main temple complex. All hell was breaking loose and people, citizens, servants, all of them were running around as if the whole world was ending. Her bloodied self stumbling out of that wing of the complex only worsened matters. A servant with an empty bucket ran by and she grabbed onto his robe and threw the bucket to the ground. She screamed into his face "GO TO THE GARDEN AND GET SAND, ONLY SAND WILL PUT THE FLAMES OUT." The servant was taken aback but upon looking at her eyes he nodded. He ran off to the garden and returned with his bucket full of sand. She stumbled out of the temple into the street and made her way into the market. This was not what she wanted, not like this, this was too much. But it didn't matter, planned or not she was away, it had created the distraction and she was free. First thing first though she had to find a healer, if not the blood loss would end her freedom short. She looked back over her head to see the classroom and living quarters of the Temple ablaze. She shuddered and felt tears coming to her eyes. On accident or not, she was responsible for this, all this damage, the loss of life, it was all her fault. She limped away, bleeding and crying while the panic and rush ensued.
It was useless though, a man ran up and poured a bucket of water onto the small flame. All Adriane could do was look on in horror as the water hit the flame and created a fireball. The servant caught fire and started flailing trying to get it out. More servants came with water but it only caused the fire to blaze all the more. Suddenly there was a loud hissing noise and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. She took off down the hall and she had only made a few steps before a massive explosion blew her off her feet and down the hallway. She looked back to see the hallway in pieces and her room in shatters. The roof across the garden had caught fire and was blazing away. As she stood up she felt a stabbing pain in her leg. She looked down and saw a piece of wood had embedded itself in her leg. She grabbed it and with a yell pulled it out before carrying on down two flights of stair and out into the main temple complex. All hell was breaking loose and people, citizens, servants, all of them were running around as if the whole world was ending. Her bloodied self stumbling out of that wing of the complex only worsened matters. A servant with an empty bucket ran by and she grabbed onto his robe and threw the bucket to the ground. She screamed into his face "GO TO THE GARDEN AND GET SAND, ONLY SAND WILL PUT THE FLAMES OUT." The servant was taken aback but upon looking at her eyes he nodded. He ran off to the garden and returned with his bucket full of sand. She stumbled out of the temple into the street and made her way into the market. This was not what she wanted, not like this, this was too much. But it didn't matter, planned or not she was away, it had created the distraction and she was free. First thing first though she had to find a healer, if not the blood loss would end her freedom short. She looked back over her head to see the classroom and living quarters of the Temple ablaze. She shuddered and felt tears coming to her eyes. On accident or not, she was responsible for this, all this damage, the loss of life, it was all her fault. She limped away, bleeding and crying while the panic and rush ensued.
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"Egh, my arm is acting up again." Alcaeus stretched his right arm as if he just had a sore shoulder, although instead of hearing the cracking of bones only a rattle of screws and other metal could be heard. He was sitting on the streets of Kethasdia, the cobblestones felt warm due to the sun that never seemed to go down and even though Alcaeus often complained about the hot weather, he considered the sun as one of the few gifts the country had to offer. He had just delivered some heavy boxes from the docks to the palace and felt the satisfying weight of hard earned coin in his pocket. The crates had to be delivered to the palace and they were known for their royal pay checks. "What would you say to me when you could see me now?" He muttered to himself while thinking about a distant past. With a grunt Alcaeus climbed up and sighed, he didn't want to think about that now, he had enough coins to drink himself into a stupor and forget about the world for a moment.
It was at that time he heard a loud bang coming from the palace followed by screams. He quickly turned his head to where the noise was coming from only to see flames coming from the place where he had just been. He remembered the servants that helped him out, he thought the servants at the palace were stuck up people who didn't know a thing about the real world, although they didn't deserve to get burned alive. But what was he going to do about it? It wasn't his responsibility, it wasn't his problem. He was about to turn his back to it all, when he suddenly saw a little girl limping down the street. She looked about as old as his daughter the last time he saw herr, although she was sickly pale and had hair even whiter than his own. He quickly noticed the piece of wood sticking out of her leg and the stream of blood coming out of it. It had been a long time since Alcaeus had felt sorry for another human being. He couldn't resist the urge to help out this injured puppy.
"Let me take a look at that wound." The girl startled since she didn't see him approaching, her eyes were blurred from the tears still streaming down her face. Not waiting for a reply Alcaeus quickly squatted down and examined the wound with great care. He wasn't an expert at this by far but he picked up a few things while he was still a mercenary, it seemed to him like none of the major arteries were hit although if she didn't see a doctor the wound could become infected. "Egh... You need to see someone who knows a damn about this. There ain't much I can do." The girl only seemed to stare at him with bewildered eyes, Alcaeus started to doubt if she had any idea about what was going on. "Let me take you back to the palace, I'm sure they have grea-..." Before he could finish his sentence he was interrupted by a loud "NO!" Her high pitched scream seemed to echo through the streets, and a few passer bys turned their head to the sudden interruption. Alcaeus was not in the mood for a big scene, and didn't feel like arguing with the kid. "Okay... Okay... Just lemme carry you then, maybe we can find you someone who isn't from the palace..." He reached out his metal hand to the child and tried to force a smile on his face.
It was at that time he heard a loud bang coming from the palace followed by screams. He quickly turned his head to where the noise was coming from only to see flames coming from the place where he had just been. He remembered the servants that helped him out, he thought the servants at the palace were stuck up people who didn't know a thing about the real world, although they didn't deserve to get burned alive. But what was he going to do about it? It wasn't his responsibility, it wasn't his problem. He was about to turn his back to it all, when he suddenly saw a little girl limping down the street. She looked about as old as his daughter the last time he saw herr, although she was sickly pale and had hair even whiter than his own. He quickly noticed the piece of wood sticking out of her leg and the stream of blood coming out of it. It had been a long time since Alcaeus had felt sorry for another human being. He couldn't resist the urge to help out this injured puppy.
"Let me take a look at that wound." The girl startled since she didn't see him approaching, her eyes were blurred from the tears still streaming down her face. Not waiting for a reply Alcaeus quickly squatted down and examined the wound with great care. He wasn't an expert at this by far but he picked up a few things while he was still a mercenary, it seemed to him like none of the major arteries were hit although if she didn't see a doctor the wound could become infected. "Egh... You need to see someone who knows a damn about this. There ain't much I can do." The girl only seemed to stare at him with bewildered eyes, Alcaeus started to doubt if she had any idea about what was going on. "Let me take you back to the palace, I'm sure they have grea-..." Before he could finish his sentence he was interrupted by a loud "NO!" Her high pitched scream seemed to echo through the streets, and a few passer bys turned their head to the sudden interruption. Alcaeus was not in the mood for a big scene, and didn't feel like arguing with the kid. "Okay... Okay... Just lemme carry you then, maybe we can find you someone who isn't from the palace..." He reached out his metal hand to the child and tried to force a smile on his face.
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Adriane stumbled down the street. The panic and her small shape had caused most people to overlook her and the blood loss was beginning to get to her. She felt her conscious drifting away from her but she always forced it back. Suddenly her leg gave out and fell down into the street. She struggled and struggles until finally she was able to get back onto her feet. Her head swam for a second and vision blurred but she had to keep going, had to find somebody. She took a few more wobbly steps and paused when an older man in tattered clothing caught her before she fell. He had said something but she was so far gone that most of it went over her head. "Let me take you back to the palace, I'm sure they have grea-..."
"NO" she screamed out. She would not go back there, she would not be a puppet for them.
"Okay... Okay... Just lemme carry you then, maybe we can find you someone who isn't from the palace..."
The man smiled at her and reached out with a steel hand and tried to smile at her. She looked at his hand and her eyes brightened slightly. She studied it for a second as the man picked her up to carry it. "That hand....... I can fix it." She whispered, it was hard to talk but if this man was going to help her then she must return some sort of service as well. Her eyes were blurring again but she fought off the blackness. She will not allow herself to fall unconscious, not until she knew she was away. She turned her head to the Palace and Temple, the fires were still burning but there was more smoke. A good portion of the complex was a light but it was getting under control. Tears started streaming down her face. This was all her fault, she was away but what was the cost. How many........how many had she killed....how many families would learn that a father, a mother, a child, would not be returning. She started crying and put her hands to her face and turned into the man carrying her. "no, no ,no it's all my fault. my fault, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry." she said softly, her voice broken from inhaling the smoke and her tears.
"NO" she screamed out. She would not go back there, she would not be a puppet for them.
"Okay... Okay... Just lemme carry you then, maybe we can find you someone who isn't from the palace..."
The man smiled at her and reached out with a steel hand and tried to smile at her. She looked at his hand and her eyes brightened slightly. She studied it for a second as the man picked her up to carry it. "That hand....... I can fix it." She whispered, it was hard to talk but if this man was going to help her then she must return some sort of service as well. Her eyes were blurring again but she fought off the blackness. She will not allow herself to fall unconscious, not until she knew she was away. She turned her head to the Palace and Temple, the fires were still burning but there was more smoke. A good portion of the complex was a light but it was getting under control. Tears started streaming down her face. This was all her fault, she was away but what was the cost. How many........how many had she killed....how many families would learn that a father, a mother, a child, would not be returning. She started crying and put her hands to her face and turned into the man carrying her. "no, no ,no it's all my fault. my fault, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry." she said softly, her voice broken from inhaling the smoke and her tears.
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Adriane not wishing to cause the old women any more pain quietly slipped out of the door after the old lady left. She rounded a corner and took a quick turn into a back alleyway. It was then that she heard the amour plates banging together and the standard of the royal guard. They rushed back to where she had just been. She climbed up on top of the roofs and watched as they barged into the old lady's house and beat down the door where she had just been. Someone must have seen her being carried there, a servant, somebody. Then she saw the kind man who had saved her being carried out unconscious. He had been beaten bloody and they dragged him down the street and through him into the alley before going back into the room. It sounded like they were turning it inside out but finally they left very angry back to the palace. When they were finally gone she risked going back to the kind man's side. He appeared to be awake and in some pain. His mechanical arm looked to have been damaged somewhat and he was badly bruised. She knelt down next to him and put her hands in her face and began to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
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At that moment one of the priests running out of the Temple and carying the relics to preserve them from the fire came up to Catharine. The old man could barely catch his breath.
"Please you must hurry!"-He said-"The princess is still inside! You must save lady Athelia! She was in the..."-suddenly the man started shaking. "...The oracle chamber. Her grace was at the oracle chamber".
As he said that to soldiers took him to try and assist him. With each second the fire spread.
"Please you must hurry!"-He said-"The princess is still inside! You must save lady Athelia! She was in the..."-suddenly the man started shaking. "...The oracle chamber. Her grace was at the oracle chamber".
As he said that to soldiers took him to try and assist him. With each second the fire spread.
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The Princess could barely keep conscious. When she heard soldiers yelling her name she tried to respond, but could not. She was too weak even to say anything. Then she saw a way to get their attention. With the little energy she had left she grabbed a flower vase and poured the water from it in the direction of the soldiers.
"HELP!"- She finally was able to yell-" I'M OVER HERE, NEAR THE WINDOW!"
As she said those words she started feeling dizzy. She tried to stay conscious but it was too late. Mere seconds before passing out she crawled closer to the window. There she finally fell unconscious. The fire spread rapidly.
"HELP!"- She finally was able to yell-" I'M OVER HERE, NEAR THE WINDOW!"
As she said those words she started feeling dizzy. She tried to stay conscious but it was too late. Mere seconds before passing out she crawled closer to the window. There she finally fell unconscious. The fire spread rapidly.
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"Thank you. Your deeds will be rewarded by my Father, but may I ask how the fire had started? All I remember is the sudden flames coming from the hallway... Oh my! I feel sick!" She could barely stand on her feat. Then two royal guards arrived. One escorted the princess back to the palace. The other went to talk with Catherine.
"Hail Soldier! Your efforts today will surely earn you a reward and maybe even a personal thanks from his majesty King Minos and her ladyship Queen Pasiphaë. My capitan says that you may even be asked to join the royal guards. That is a most honorable place in the army. To personally guard the King, Queen and their daughters. We will send for you soon. Until then return to your duties soldier!"
As he said that he turned around and left in the direction of the palace.
"Hail Soldier! Your efforts today will surely earn you a reward and maybe even a personal thanks from his majesty King Minos and her ladyship Queen Pasiphaë. My capitan says that you may even be asked to join the royal guards. That is a most honorable place in the army. To personally guard the King, Queen and their daughters. We will send for you soon. Until then return to your duties soldier!"
As he said that he turned around and left in the direction of the palace.
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"I'm not entirely sure, but I've heard people muttering about some child being the cause. It hasn't exactly been the top priority of my unit, we're here to combat the flames... " she said trailing off, seeing the royal guard quickly taking her away. "That was abrupt."
Her comrades began heading back towards the sand carts, while Catherine stayed behind to catch her breath. She took off her helmet and heavily breathed in, what a thrill! She was about to head back when another royal guard stopped her and told her of her possible promotion. He quickly ran off back towards the palace before Catherine could interject. "The royal guard? That's nice I suppose, sounds a little boring though..." she sighed, put her helmet back on, and rushed back to the sand carts.
"The princess is safe and has been escorted back to the palace, captain." reported Catherine.
"Excellent work! You three make me proud. Lorenzo and Pyrath have returned to putting out the fire, stay here and fill up these buckets. I need to report our progress." replied her captain.
"Sir!" saluted Catherine.
Progress was slow, but seemed to be going well. The main stairwell was quelled, but much of the temple needed to be put out.
Her comrades began heading back towards the sand carts, while Catherine stayed behind to catch her breath. She took off her helmet and heavily breathed in, what a thrill! She was about to head back when another royal guard stopped her and told her of her possible promotion. He quickly ran off back towards the palace before Catherine could interject. "The royal guard? That's nice I suppose, sounds a little boring though..." she sighed, put her helmet back on, and rushed back to the sand carts.
"The princess is safe and has been escorted back to the palace, captain." reported Catherine.
"Excellent work! You three make me proud. Lorenzo and Pyrath have returned to putting out the fire, stay here and fill up these buckets. I need to report our progress." replied her captain.
"Sir!" saluted Catherine.
Progress was slow, but seemed to be going well. The main stairwell was quelled, but much of the temple needed to be put out.
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(sorry for this, I would like to say that I am still here. Just I am rather screwed out of posting till the fire goes out and I go on trial XD)
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Tenrai Kurosawa:
She planted her toes into the soft soil and inhaled. She could feel the thumping feet of the brigade pounding toward the beach and back with carts of sand. They were gathering a LOT of it, but it was being wasted by it being poured so slowly one by one on the fire. This needed to end more quickly---absolutely immediately. Rai was sure she had a better approach to this situation. With a single step backward, and a firm, purposeful lift of both hands toward the sky as if she were trying to lift something very heavy, the soft ground began to shake a little. She pushed higher, as if wrenching something from the dirt with an invisible string. The particles of soil began to quiver and lift individually, then in mass.
She needed a sturdier foundation of earth than just sand for her approach to be effective. After a moment, Rai began to spin her finger in a circle, downward toward the levitating pile of dirt. It began to spin with her hand, around and around, until it became a revolving disc. As more of the brigade approached with sand, she hollered at them.
"Don't waste that on the temple. Simin asked me to put this fire out, so throw it onto this disc and I will end this much more quickly. I want a mountain of sand as soon a possible right here!"
It would take some time, but when this mountain was achieved, Rai would lift her hands again--- with them, the disc--- and direct it over the temple roof itself. With a flick of her wrists, the sand and dirt would fall, crashing through the roof. Another flick and some sectioned off, exploding through the doors, through the pillared halls, into the fiery lower sections of the temple until its rage was smothered completely. The remainder of the sand would gently sprinkle the left over roof top that still smoldered, as she let her hands go limp to her sides.
"That was enough of that!"
She planted her toes into the soft soil and inhaled. She could feel the thumping feet of the brigade pounding toward the beach and back with carts of sand. They were gathering a LOT of it, but it was being wasted by it being poured so slowly one by one on the fire. This needed to end more quickly---absolutely immediately. Rai was sure she had a better approach to this situation. With a single step backward, and a firm, purposeful lift of both hands toward the sky as if she were trying to lift something very heavy, the soft ground began to shake a little. She pushed higher, as if wrenching something from the dirt with an invisible string. The particles of soil began to quiver and lift individually, then in mass.
She needed a sturdier foundation of earth than just sand for her approach to be effective. After a moment, Rai began to spin her finger in a circle, downward toward the levitating pile of dirt. It began to spin with her hand, around and around, until it became a revolving disc. As more of the brigade approached with sand, she hollered at them.
"Don't waste that on the temple. Simin asked me to put this fire out, so throw it onto this disc and I will end this much more quickly. I want a mountain of sand as soon a possible right here!"
It would take some time, but when this mountain was achieved, Rai would lift her hands again--- with them, the disc--- and direct it over the temple roof itself. With a flick of her wrists, the sand and dirt would fall, crashing through the roof. Another flick and some sectioned off, exploding through the doors, through the pillared halls, into the fiery lower sections of the temple until its rage was smothered completely. The remainder of the sand would gently sprinkle the left over roof top that still smoldered, as she let her hands go limp to her sides.
"That was enough of that!"
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The Oracle Simin:
Simin: ------- She had burst through the temple doors, bypassing the apparently malfunctioning automatic mechanism that controlled them by weight sensitive plates. The whole thing needed to be reconstructed now, so that wasn't worth her worry at the moment. No, Simin's only concern now was the safety of any remaining children. She rushed up the curling stair case, screaming over the roaring flames for them all to stay put; the smoke made it hard to see, but she already knew where they were---thank god for foresight. After moving burning timber from her path with her staff and breaking through several doors, she wheeled down the stairs again with three children in tow.
Suddenly, Simin stopped in her tracks and grabbed them by their linen wraps, tugging them forcefully to the ground. In a mear second, the sand crashed through the light wells in the ceiling, tearing them open from the weight, and more burst through the doorways into the center room. The earth that whipped over them stung like a lashing, so she hovered on top of them protectively. Tenrai must have found a sand source, she mused to herself and quietly murmered a blessing in relief. The smoke subsided greatly with the fire, making it easier to see through the debris. She lifted one more child from beneath a broken statue that had been crushed by the falling ceiling, and carried him out as the others followed.
She emerged from the wreckage, her beautiful robes tattered and scorched, but the children were safe. She knew the brigade had already saved the princess, as was any Kethadrian's first priority but Simin's, who was strictly responsible for the Blessed and Damned.
Men and women ran up with cloaks to wrap around the little ones, whisking them away to safety, to be cleaned up and fed and checked by the physicians.
It was all a relief, but Simin knew it wasn't over.
"What a horrible night. I know I'm going to get an earful from the King; I can already hear his lecture in my ears," she mumbled as she wiped off her hands, sauntering toward Tenrai and the fire brigade.
Simin: ------- She had burst through the temple doors, bypassing the apparently malfunctioning automatic mechanism that controlled them by weight sensitive plates. The whole thing needed to be reconstructed now, so that wasn't worth her worry at the moment. No, Simin's only concern now was the safety of any remaining children. She rushed up the curling stair case, screaming over the roaring flames for them all to stay put; the smoke made it hard to see, but she already knew where they were---thank god for foresight. After moving burning timber from her path with her staff and breaking through several doors, she wheeled down the stairs again with three children in tow.
Suddenly, Simin stopped in her tracks and grabbed them by their linen wraps, tugging them forcefully to the ground. In a mear second, the sand crashed through the light wells in the ceiling, tearing them open from the weight, and more burst through the doorways into the center room. The earth that whipped over them stung like a lashing, so she hovered on top of them protectively. Tenrai must have found a sand source, she mused to herself and quietly murmered a blessing in relief. The smoke subsided greatly with the fire, making it easier to see through the debris. She lifted one more child from beneath a broken statue that had been crushed by the falling ceiling, and carried him out as the others followed.
She emerged from the wreckage, her beautiful robes tattered and scorched, but the children were safe. She knew the brigade had already saved the princess, as was any Kethadrian's first priority but Simin's, who was strictly responsible for the Blessed and Damned.
Men and women ran up with cloaks to wrap around the little ones, whisking them away to safety, to be cleaned up and fed and checked by the physicians.
It was all a relief, but Simin knew it wasn't over.
"What a horrible night. I know I'm going to get an earful from the King; I can already hear his lecture in my ears," she mumbled as she wiped off her hands, sauntering toward Tenrai and the fire brigade.
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Catherine was in awe. She had always heard of the power of magic, but seeing it firsthand was something else entirely.
"I want a mountain of sand as soon a possible right here!" called out Tenrai, obviously having a plan. The authority in her voice was apparent.
The soldiers poured the carts of sand into the desired location, watching as it defied logic and rose like a cloud. The fire was put out practically immediately, much to the chagrin of the soldiers.
"Why do we even have a fire brigade?" laughed Catherine, using this take a breather. She had been running and shoveling and throwing all day, how exhausting.
"To clean up afterward." mumbled Lorenzo.
"Weren't you complaining the other day how boring patrol duty is? Excitement comes in many forms, but this is at least more tangible, no?" responded Catherine.
"Yeah, yeah..." he said, laughing a little.
"What a horrible night. I know I'm going to get an earful from the King; I can already hear his lecture in my ears." said the Oracle Simin, walking towards them.
The soldiers immediately bowed their heads once they took notice of who was speaking. They rarely got to see the Oracle, let alone hear her speak... and in such a casual manner!
The Captain quickly ran up to the group, bowing to Simin. "Excellent work, everyone. I apologize it even had to come to you quite literally dirtying your hands with these affairs. And just what are you layabouts doing? There's sand and debris to clean up, wounded to attend to, and corpses to identify! Reinforcements from the militia and proper relief workers will be coming soon, but in the meantime you need to get in there."
"Sir!" the soldiers saluted, quickly darting inside.
"Grim business for the rest of the evening, I'm afraid." stated Catherine, coldly. The least enjoyable part of the job.
"I want a mountain of sand as soon a possible right here!" called out Tenrai, obviously having a plan. The authority in her voice was apparent.
The soldiers poured the carts of sand into the desired location, watching as it defied logic and rose like a cloud. The fire was put out practically immediately, much to the chagrin of the soldiers.
"Why do we even have a fire brigade?" laughed Catherine, using this take a breather. She had been running and shoveling and throwing all day, how exhausting.
"To clean up afterward." mumbled Lorenzo.
"Weren't you complaining the other day how boring patrol duty is? Excitement comes in many forms, but this is at least more tangible, no?" responded Catherine.
"Yeah, yeah..." he said, laughing a little.
"What a horrible night. I know I'm going to get an earful from the King; I can already hear his lecture in my ears." said the Oracle Simin, walking towards them.
The soldiers immediately bowed their heads once they took notice of who was speaking. They rarely got to see the Oracle, let alone hear her speak... and in such a casual manner!
The Captain quickly ran up to the group, bowing to Simin. "Excellent work, everyone. I apologize it even had to come to you quite literally dirtying your hands with these affairs. And just what are you layabouts doing? There's sand and debris to clean up, wounded to attend to, and corpses to identify! Reinforcements from the militia and proper relief workers will be coming soon, but in the meantime you need to get in there."
"Sir!" the soldiers saluted, quickly darting inside.
"Grim business for the rest of the evening, I'm afraid." stated Catherine, coldly. The least enjoyable part of the job.
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