Welcome to Catüür, a world of piece and tranquility, until one day, evil rose once again. OOC is here. This is to be the only OOC in the chat, any questions, put in the OOC or PM me, thanks.

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Catüür - The world where good and evil are once again clashing, just like in every other world. The difference is that four are chosen to stop this from happening. Eïr Kähnn (Pronounced Air Can-ne) is convinced that Catüür should be his and only his. He is now on a quest with his Mages and Possessors to take away all the good that the lands have ever seen.

So far, this has been seen in the area that's now been dubbed 'Land of the Dead'. The place is barren and deserted. Well apart from the ruins and the skeletons that haunt the landscape. Did I forget to mention that this is a haven for Spirits. No matter where the ghost's 'live' form was killed, they always end up at the 'Land of the Dead'.

If Eïr Kähnn gets his way and takes over the lands, then everywhere will end up the way 'Land of the Dead' ended up and no one (except Eïr Kähnn and evil themselves) want this. It's time to fight for their future. How many will stand against Eïr Kähnn and take on this fight with the Chosen and their Protectors?

One night, many years later, the Protectors have finally been called by the Truthtellers to find their Chosen one. The Chosen can help stop Eïr Kähnn. All the Protectors have been given in aid to find the Chosen is a location. They'll know who their Chosen is when they see them and their destinies will cross paths in the fight against evil.

"Stars, moons, nightfall, dawn. A heavy danger like a bond. Eir Kahnn doesth strike, like a beast amongst the night. There are the Four who will rebel, but nothings certain, I can tell."

Eros snapped open his eyes, his blossom hued hair plastered to his neck with sweat. The Truthtellers violet eyes flickered to his ancient surroundings. He had under no doubt just had another trance, or 'Reading' as he called it. What was predicted worried him. This was not good, but it was also so be expected. Eir Kahnn was rising, that much was obvious to anyone. But during any dark time there were the lantern bearers; ones who stood up to fight, whether it be mage-like or combat, spirit arising was always varied. Valiant, couragious ones who protected all peace and tranquility.

Eros could feel that it was still very late in the night. Most likely it would be many hours before even the first rays of sunlight reached its fingers over the hills, taking everything it its brilliant grasp. The sound of crickets chirping echoed in the night, and the young looking male turned his head to the cackling flames roaring in the fireplace aside him. The words of his Reading still circled in his mind: . . . .There are Four who will rebel

Marcis' eyes were wide open, as the aging youth floated only a few inches from the ground, his ghostly pale eyes lolled to the back of his head, his translucent blonde and blue hair falling in fair curtains around his tanned face. He wasn;t consciously awake, but was in a trance. Something he found himself in more often these days. Only flashes of certain words came through-

Chosen.....evil.....Protectors...Eir Kahnn

But a sudden spiritual blast sent Marcis' physical body launching backwards against the stone support beam-

Good, evil, good, and bad. Eir Kahnn is back and mad. Rising up, quick steady, prepare the saviors, get them ready. Chosen gather to rebel, bot only 4 shall win and break the spell.

Marcis' eyes flew open. The dead of night welcomed his pale eyes as he sat, now on the ground, thinking of what the Spirits had told him. Eir Kahn was back? The Truthteller repeated the Vision, his mouth moving quickly to the words, although no audioble sound could be heard. Marcis had known the the great Lord would be back, but so soon? Pushing the thought from his mind, Marcis turned his head slowly, gazing upwards towards the small beams of silver light in the sky. "Yes...." he muttered to himself, reading the stars. "Eir Kahnn is certainly back..." As the young looking boy was about to ready himself for another Trance, he caught the small twinkeling of a star in the corner of his eye. Giving it his full attention, Marcis read the signs clearly written there- "I must be one to guide one of the Chosen....but where?" Marcis studyed the sky for but a moment longer before turning away and praying to the Spirits. The sun would rise, just like anyother day, but this time, it would be bringing ,any new challenges along with it.

Sergram strode through the familiar forests in southern Cristyl. Enjoying the sounds of the birds twittering in the tree tops. The insects buzzing and droning on all around him. The leaves rustling and trees groaning in the winds. A cougar crept slowly through the brush not ten yards away, stalking a small rabbit. He walked slowly and purposefully through the under brush. Following hidden animal trails he had discovered when he was still very young. Such trails criss-crossed and spread out all over the globe and he knew most all of them now. He could pick out every rock and tree on this particular path.

Except today something was different. Sergram stopped and looked closely at a tree up ahead. A red mushroom grew out of it's trunk, near the base. Sergram's brow creased as he slowly walked up and examined the strange fungus growing.

"Now what are you doing here?" He asked the mushroom. Gently stroking the umbrella like top and watching spores gently falling out the bottom at his touch. The spores drifted slowly to the bark of the tree. Tapping the cap again the spores came out in greater numbers and Sergram smiled and enjoyed the sight of the tiny specks dancing in the slight breeze. unnoticed, several of them were blown upwards where Sergram breathed them in.

A bright flash went through his thoughts, leaving Sergram blinking in confusion. Slowly the white faded into colour and the colours formed an image. He saw a flash of blue green eyes and then a small village and finally a great black shape. Vaguely human and dripping with malice. Sergram came back to the present in a flash. He coughed profusely and backed away from the strange red fungus which had already started to wilt and die. The sudden sounds startled the nature around him and the only sound left was his coughing. He struggled to get a hold of himself and finally calmed down and stifled the cough. Wiping his mouth he looked around himself, making sure he was where he remembered. He staggered unsteadily on his feet a few more yards to a cold clean stream where he drank to wet his now dry mouth. The cool waters soothed his throat and feeling refreshed, he sat himself down on a nearby boulder and began to contemplate the strange vision.

"For God's Sake December! You're not a child any more. You have responsibilities as a grown woman. Do you think you can just run off and play while we work in the farm? You're not five years old now and this has to stop." Her mother told her firmly.

"Mother, I was just messing about..." She started.

"Don't even start that December. Now, get out in the fields and help your father!" Her mother continued.

December nodded. "Yes mother." Sighing, she picked up her basket of fruits and headed into the fields were her father stood, knowing without looking that her mother was shaking her head behind her.

Carin, a family friend approached December's mother once December was out of hearing distance. "Quite a feisty girl, that December." She smiled. "How's the husband hunting going?"

"It's none existent. That girl, she's never going to settle down and have a family if she doesn't take on her responsibilities you know." The woman replied.

"Give her time. I'm sure she'll find someone. He still probably hasn't arrived in this town, yet." Carin told the worried mother. "It'll happen. I thought it wouldn't to Darin, but it did, eventually and you remember what that boy was like."

The two woman giggled as Carin picked up the washing basket she'd previously been carrying. "Well, I have to go now. Deph and the others will be expecting lunch on the table pretty soon. Let me now of any gossip you hear, or if December's man happens to arrive." She told her.

"I will do, but the man talk won't be hear any time soon." She laughed. Turning back to her daughter, she saw that she was finally doing some work. "Oh December, what am I going to do with you?" She asked herself.

Little did the mother know, that soon, in the small town of Cachet, Dragin, would the pieces fall into place on what December was supposed to be doing with her life.

Allen approache the new town of Cachet, sent by a truthteller who said "The thing you seek to have will be found in this town" he sigh, as he walk down the old dirt road leading to the town. He mumbled to himself frustrating lead getting wierd looks from the villagers walking by,
he could not understand why so many people in new towns looks at him like that he was wearing his old ragged cloak on and preferbly his favorite of clothing as he continue to walked down the pathway, not believing that he listen to that truthteller.

"Damn, I been tricked, why did I listen to an old geezer like him, gaahh I am never going to live this down, if I see that geezer again I'll..." he mumbles thinking of plenty of malicious thoughts in his head. He decide to forget being tricked and look on the better side of things, he had never visit this town and he might get some new skills along the way. That made him smile, it has been a while since he had learn something new and his hunger for intelligent has never stop growling.

He look around Cachet, the village remind him of home, it was peaceful and quiet and all the villagers seem so friendly to each other. He prefer these kind of villages as he believe strong bonds is better than all the luxury and money in the world. He spotted a little boy picking on a girl and chuckle, reminding him of his own immaturity when he was young.

He felt bad for the girl and walk over to split them up removing his cloak and grinning at each of them. "Hey hey now kid don't pick on a girl like that now" Allen say looking at the boy. The boy stick out his tongue and ran away. He turn around to see the girl crying and felt a need to ask why.

"Hey now young lady, may I ask why are you crying?" Allen ask, his voice shows now sign of a threat or evil.

"He stole my doll and did not give it back...." The girl reply still crying.

"Well now, boys can be so cruel," Allen reply chuckling to himself "but look what I found, it was just lying their so I picked it up"
Allen reveal his hand and her doll was in his palm, he stole from the boy without being notice, he had learn to pickpocket from a theif he caught trying to steal from him and in return for not reporting the theif, he was taught this skill.

"Yay thank you mister!!!" The girl reply grabbing the doll and skipping away, turning around to wave one last time. Allen grin slight waving back and turning around to go back on the path, letting out a long sigh.
~Let just hope that wasn't what I was seeking....~ He thought putting his hood back on as he walks, litte did he he know, his life will soon turn completely and this would be the last time he would be able to relax.

Haele walked through the town, feeling the eyes of each passers-by watching her. She ignored them but couldn't help but hear what everyone was whispering to each other. "What a revealing outfit .." "She must be a rich man's daughter." "Woah! Is that an assassin?" "She's carrying swords!" Closing her eyes and dismissing these comments, she turned to enter a bar. Every person in the room spun their heads in her direction when they heard the creaky door open. Her expression not changing, Haele approached the bar and sat on the stool. Slowly, the people in the bar started to look away from her and continue with what they were doing.

The barkeep stood a few steps away, polishing the glass in his hand with a white cloth. "You aren't from around here, are you?" He asked. She shook her head and crossed her arms against the counter. "A bottle of sake, please," she said, her soft mesmerizing voice taking the barkeep by surprise. "O-Of course." He fumbled with the cup and the bottle, placing them in front of her. Haele looked up expectantly at him. A question in his eyes, it took a few moments for him to realise what she was waiting for.

Taking the bottle of liquid and pouring it into the small cup, he set them down again and watched curiously. Ignoring his presence for awhile, she picked up the cup and gracefully drunk it down in one gulp. Haele was licking her lips when he suddenly blurted out, "You're very beautiful." Her tongue stopping midway and she started laughing. Nervous as to why she was laughing, he stood there awkwardly as he waited patiently for her to stop and elaborate.

When she did stop, she did not explain to him which disappointed him. Haele poured herself another cup before the young barkeep started his next statement. "You're an assassin. I've heard rumors of you. That you escaped from Eir Kahnn. Is it true?" She intertwined her fingers together and looked up at him with a bittersweet smile. "From whom did you hear that?" He scratched his neck, anxious. "From some dark gentleman .. He had a black hat,black specs and a white beard."

The image of the man formed in her head. It was that talkative old man whom she had worked for a few weeks ago. She should've known that he would open his big mouth.

Sergram had sat there long enough that the sun was just starting to set into the horizon. This deep under the canopy it was almost pitch black. He shook himself and peered into the darkness. Frowning he stood up slowly, feeling his ancient joints creak in protest. He had thought hard on the short vision. Sergram had learned such visions didn't come simply out of coincidence. Something was going on and it had to do with those three things. The obvious place to start would be that village. He remembered such a place from a few decades back and could easily travel there in a few short days. The eyes and the dark figure were still a mystery to him but such things would reveal themselves in time.

For now, Sergram strode along through the blackness of the forest. Even at night the woods were alive with activity. Even more insects would be crawling about. Nocturnal rodents scurried about, trying not to get eaten by the variety of predators lurking about. Sergram had to keep extra vigilant at night. He was a protector and had much power to control rock and stone, but the animals were well beyond his influence. Carefully stepping through the bush, he was relying only on memory now and brief glimpses in the moon light to find his way.

Eventually he came upon his cave he had used for the last century for a resting place in these parts. He had dozens of such spots he used all over the globe, Most of them were hidden places deep within the mountains or under ground. This one was simply a hollowed out portion of a cliff face which could easily be mistaken for a natural cave. However Sergram had formed this with his own two hands when he was still young and learning. Carefully over the years as visited it, he had perfected it to look as natural as the surroundings.

Once inside he lay himself down on a section of smooth rock and fell asleep. "Tomorrow" He told himself. "I will find these blue eyes." And with that he fell into a deep, snoring sleep.