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Amarathia is a part of 
Aldwardine Plains.
1 Places in Amarathia:
3 Characters Here
ariana [3] happy rich girl grown bored of her life
Maiver Falyel [2] One of Amarathia's Riders.
Emmanuel Harkness [0] A mysterious agent. For who?
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Roxxy rose from her chair within the pub, and stumbled through the exit. Every meditation was beginning to take more of a physical toll upon her body. It was obvious she wasn't entirely in sync with her possessor as of yet.
Her bare feet padded softly upon the road as she turned down an alley that promised darkness and shelter from the drizzling rain. The sizzle of her feet against the damp stone made it sound as if she had metal soles, when in fact, there was nothing there at all.
Making the corner, she noticed a different feel within the air. Something lighter than the heaviness she had just breathing. Her head felt as if it was spinning, maybe she had drank a little too much ale with the priest. She stopped to lean against the wall beneath an awning. The woman was used to seeing colors, as she practiced electrical magic, usually she produced many herself. As she closed her eyes, though, patterns began to form within her mind that she had never seen before. A vision: rich and luscious land, filled with green woods and hills, and power.
She lifted a hand to her forehead, and slid down the wall to sit atop her legs. During all the times that her body had been seized by deep sleep and meditation, never before had she felt it coming. It unnerved her, as well as intrigued. That's when a bigger wave of the force hit her, as if receiving permission. It happened so fast, as if she was dreaming the whole thing up. The woman's body was sucked up from where she sat into ... nothing. Oh, but it was something. A dazzling tunnel was where she went, floating through at a speed fast enough to whirl her hair, and extract from her body the very power that was hers. It felt like... like a soul rectifying rip tide. Roxxy felt alive, and fully aware, at the same time, blissfully numb. She imagined this was her heaven.
THUD
"Not heaven." She said to herself, as she fell on top of a pile of bush. The branches clung to her robe, and it was impossible for her to find her footing. With a grunt, she rolled herself out of the bush, and fell unto the ground. Standing, she dusted the dirt and leaves off herself. As she actually took notice to where she was, her mouth dropped completely wide. She was standing, fully awake, within the very spot that she saw in the vision moments earlier. Never before had she seen such a green dance upon a field, or trees so tall, and alive.
"I don't think I'm in... wait." She stared blankly into space for a minute, "Where was I, even?" Apparently, her landing had taken a toll on her short term memory. She shook her head, and dusted her hands together one last time, before lifting her robe and walking towards a path that was slightly visible from where she stood. "Every road leads somewhere." She mumbled.
Her bare feet padded softly upon the road as she turned down an alley that promised darkness and shelter from the drizzling rain. The sizzle of her feet against the damp stone made it sound as if she had metal soles, when in fact, there was nothing there at all.
Making the corner, she noticed a different feel within the air. Something lighter than the heaviness she had just breathing. Her head felt as if it was spinning, maybe she had drank a little too much ale with the priest. She stopped to lean against the wall beneath an awning. The woman was used to seeing colors, as she practiced electrical magic, usually she produced many herself. As she closed her eyes, though, patterns began to form within her mind that she had never seen before. A vision: rich and luscious land, filled with green woods and hills, and power.
She lifted a hand to her forehead, and slid down the wall to sit atop her legs. During all the times that her body had been seized by deep sleep and meditation, never before had she felt it coming. It unnerved her, as well as intrigued. That's when a bigger wave of the force hit her, as if receiving permission. It happened so fast, as if she was dreaming the whole thing up. The woman's body was sucked up from where she sat into ... nothing. Oh, but it was something. A dazzling tunnel was where she went, floating through at a speed fast enough to whirl her hair, and extract from her body the very power that was hers. It felt like... like a soul rectifying rip tide. Roxxy felt alive, and fully aware, at the same time, blissfully numb. She imagined this was her heaven.
THUD
"Not heaven." She said to herself, as she fell on top of a pile of bush. The branches clung to her robe, and it was impossible for her to find her footing. With a grunt, she rolled herself out of the bush, and fell unto the ground. Standing, she dusted the dirt and leaves off herself. As she actually took notice to where she was, her mouth dropped completely wide. She was standing, fully awake, within the very spot that she saw in the vision moments earlier. Never before had she seen such a green dance upon a field, or trees so tall, and alive.
"I don't think I'm in... wait." She stared blankly into space for a minute, "Where was I, even?" Apparently, her landing had taken a toll on her short term memory. She shook her head, and dusted her hands together one last time, before lifting her robe and walking towards a path that was slightly visible from where she stood. "Every road leads somewhere." She mumbled.
Roxxy heard it long before she saw it, the steady plodding of hooves upon the dirt road and the creak of wagon wheels. As it rumbled into view it looked more the part of a war-wagon than anything. The hubs of the wheels were fitted with iron spikes and the wagon itself was enclosed in sturdy spikes of wood that formed a crude but effective cage to enclose the cargo - or passengers if necessary. Even the black-coated beasts that pulled the wagon along were outfitted in armor plating over their leathery hide. Heavy set and with cloven hoods, the pair of animals had the look of bulls - though they bore no resemblance to the cows of Terra. The skin of their face was almost scaly, and wickedly curved horns were accompanied by a row of spikes that grew along the spinal ridge of the beasts.
Behind the wagon trailed several men atop armored steeds. One might have mistaken the beasts for horses at a distance, if not for a closer look that would reveal the otherworldly glow to their eyes and the furled wings that were tucked in close against their sides. The riders ranged in race and garb, though all of them looked to have been on the road for a while.
As the wagon drew near to Roxxy it slowed to a halt beside the girl and a wolfish looking individual cocked his head down at her curiously from the drivers bench. A quick looked showed the girl to be both barefoot, and seemingly unarmed.
"What'r you doin' out this way alone, miss?" he asked.
His muzzle of a face was grizzled and scarred, and the creature appeared armed to the teeth. A heavy knife was visibly hung from his belt and a quiver of arrows and a bow rested on the bench beside him while swords, spears, bows, axes, arrows, and a wide assortment of weaponry filled open crates and barrels in the back of the wagon.
Behind the wagon trailed several men atop armored steeds. One might have mistaken the beasts for horses at a distance, if not for a closer look that would reveal the otherworldly glow to their eyes and the furled wings that were tucked in close against their sides. The riders ranged in race and garb, though all of them looked to have been on the road for a while.
As the wagon drew near to Roxxy it slowed to a halt beside the girl and a wolfish looking individual cocked his head down at her curiously from the drivers bench. A quick looked showed the girl to be both barefoot, and seemingly unarmed.
"What'r you doin' out this way alone, miss?" he asked.
His muzzle of a face was grizzled and scarred, and the creature appeared armed to the teeth. A heavy knife was visibly hung from his belt and a quiver of arrows and a bow rested on the bench beside him while swords, spears, bows, axes, arrows, and a wide assortment of weaponry filled open crates and barrels in the back of the wagon.
Roxxy looked at the carriage skeptically, eying the riders that were covered in black cloaks. It had been ages since she had witnessed such a transport. Had she gone back in time!? It was a curious situation, indeed.
The appearance of the creature that spoke to her was, in the least, a bit intimidating. The fact he spoke shocked her, even.
"What'r you doin' out this way alone, miss?"
No need for a bluff, apparently. She cleared her throat, "I seem to have lost my way."
Roxxy back up a few paces, to emphasize the act of taking in her surroundings, in hopes these men might have a soft bone for lost damsels. She looked to the left, then the right, her lavendar hair fluttering in the slight breeze that blew from the trees. "If you could possibly point me in the safest direction towards the nearest village, I would be most grateful." The woman's knees had never before bent for a curtsy, but as it was, the usual was not within her mind's grasp at the moment. Bowing her head, she grasped for the edges of her robe. Nervousness was a tall trigger for Roxxy's power expression. She could feel the electricity sizzle through the tips of her fingers. She dug deeper, and bowed lower, making sure to hide her hands and keep anything of notice away from their sight.
The appearance of the creature that spoke to her was, in the least, a bit intimidating. The fact he spoke shocked her, even.
"What'r you doin' out this way alone, miss?"
No need for a bluff, apparently. She cleared her throat, "I seem to have lost my way."
Roxxy back up a few paces, to emphasize the act of taking in her surroundings, in hopes these men might have a soft bone for lost damsels. She looked to the left, then the right, her lavendar hair fluttering in the slight breeze that blew from the trees. "If you could possibly point me in the safest direction towards the nearest village, I would be most grateful." The woman's knees had never before bent for a curtsy, but as it was, the usual was not within her mind's grasp at the moment. Bowing her head, she grasped for the edges of her robe. Nervousness was a tall trigger for Roxxy's power expression. She could feel the electricity sizzle through the tips of her fingers. She dug deeper, and bowed lower, making sure to hide her hands and keep anything of notice away from their sight.
"The nearest place around here would be Amarathia City," he replied thoughtfully. "You're headin' the right way, but you'll never make it there on foot before dark."
He squinted his eyes down at her, studying her for a moment before nodding his head to the empty space on the bench beside him.
"Hop on up," he offered. "You don't want to be travelin' alone - let alone after dark."
The bulls stamped their hooves restlessly and snorted as he kept them reigned in.
"See. Even the animals be knowin' it," he added with a wolfish grin. "Names Scouter."
He squinted his eyes down at her, studying her for a moment before nodding his head to the empty space on the bench beside him.
"Hop on up," he offered. "You don't want to be travelin' alone - let alone after dark."
The bulls stamped their hooves restlessly and snorted as he kept them reigned in.
"See. Even the animals be knowin' it," he added with a wolfish grin. "Names Scouter."
"Amarathia City?" She nodded and looked down the road.
Seeing the empty space next to him, she had to resist the urge to jump up immediately! "I appreciate the hospitality." She muttered as she made her way around the front of the carriage. The horse stood with it's head higher than hers, watching her walk. It too seemed to be looking her over.
Roxxy reached and grabbed hold to the side of the wooden carriage, pulling herself up. She sat down softly, and situated her robe, trying to stay to the furthest edge of the bench.
"Pleased to meet you Scouter. My name is Roxxy, in most corners of the world."
Raising a flattened hand to her brow, she looked out into the field on the left of their wagon. Indeed the sun was starting to make it's journey down. "What happens around here after dark?"
For the first time, she turned to look her new companion directly in the face. Beneath the mess of scars and fur, there were eyes. She made her best attempt to focus on them.
Seeing the empty space next to him, she had to resist the urge to jump up immediately! "I appreciate the hospitality." She muttered as she made her way around the front of the carriage. The horse stood with it's head higher than hers, watching her walk. It too seemed to be looking her over.
Roxxy reached and grabbed hold to the side of the wooden carriage, pulling herself up. She sat down softly, and situated her robe, trying to stay to the furthest edge of the bench.
"Pleased to meet you Scouter. My name is Roxxy, in most corners of the world."
Raising a flattened hand to her brow, she looked out into the field on the left of their wagon. Indeed the sun was starting to make it's journey down. "What happens around here after dark?"
For the first time, she turned to look her new companion directly in the face. Beneath the mess of scars and fur, there were eyes. She made her best attempt to focus on them.
Scouter gave the reigns a snap to urge the bulls back into motion and the wagon renewed its rumbling progress down the dirt road. The ride would be far from comfortable as the wagon shook and jerked over every bump and dip in the road, but it was a fair pace faster than walking on foot.
"The void wyrms like to come out and hunt at night," he explained. "And out here there's nowhere to hide." He gestured to the open plains that stretched for miles upon miles.
"You really must not be from around here if you don't know about Amarathia City," he added thoughtfully. "How you made it this far is beyond me. Amarathia City is the Altari capital. Headin' that way myself."
"The void wyrms like to come out and hunt at night," he explained. "And out here there's nowhere to hide." He gestured to the open plains that stretched for miles upon miles.
"You really must not be from around here if you don't know about Amarathia City," he added thoughtfully. "How you made it this far is beyond me. Amarathia City is the Altari capital. Headin' that way myself."
Roxxy's lightweight build made her almost bounce right off the bench.
"Void wyrms, I see." She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to ask what those were. "It's quite a beautiful land to be infested with wyrms." She thought maybe she'd try to talk as if she knew.
Folding her hands in her lap after situating her hood, she responded, "No, I'm not exactly from anywhere around here. I've suffered a terrible and, amazing journey, as a matter of fact."
"Void wyrms, I see." She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to ask what those were. "It's quite a beautiful land to be infested with wyrms." She thought maybe she'd try to talk as if she knew.
Folding her hands in her lap after situating her hood, she responded, "No, I'm not exactly from anywhere around here. I've suffered a terrible and, amazing journey, as a matter of fact."
"Eh. If we didn't have the wyrms we would have worse to worry about. The wyrms keep the worst of the critters out of Amarathia. What was that mother always said. Look to the bright side of the moon, or some such?" he asked with another wolfish grin.
"Anyways, it'll be a few hours yet before we reach the city. You have my ear if you want to tell me about it. Fair bit better company than this lot I'll wager," he said with a jerk of his thumb over his shoulder at the line of men riding along behind the wagon.
"Anyways, it'll be a few hours yet before we reach the city. You have my ear if you want to tell me about it. Fair bit better company than this lot I'll wager," he said with a jerk of his thumb over his shoulder at the line of men riding along behind the wagon.
It was quaint how the creature referred to the lessons learned from his mother.
Inhaling deeply, she let all the air blow out slowly, not sure where to start. "Well, the most curious of the recent, is how I ended up here. I do believe, by some weird fate, I was transported here through a uh... Worm Hole." She stifled a small immature giggle. "One minute I was leaving a tavern, the next I was lying atop a thorny bush just off this very road!"
Roxxy didn't know enough to anticipate whether the creature would believe or doubt her story, "Does that happen to a lot of residents here?"
Inhaling deeply, she let all the air blow out slowly, not sure where to start. "Well, the most curious of the recent, is how I ended up here. I do believe, by some weird fate, I was transported here through a uh... Worm Hole." She stifled a small immature giggle. "One minute I was leaving a tavern, the next I was lying atop a thorny bush just off this very road!"
Roxxy didn't know enough to anticipate whether the creature would believe or doubt her story, "Does that happen to a lot of residents here?"
"Can't much say that I've ever heard of anythin' like that," Scouter replied as he rubbed at his furry jaw. "And I don't much know what a 'wormhole' is, but I'll wager odder things have happened."
"Where is it you're from again?" he asked.
"Where is it you're from again?" he asked.
Her mouth opened but before she could respond, she stopped to think. She could remember the bar, and the alley. Mostly the smells of her companions seemed to trigger the memory; but the only memory she had before that was of her previous travels across the ocean.
"Oddly enough, I don't remember the name of the town." It was frustrating, knowing how you left, but not of the arrival. Closing her eyes, she began to rub her temples. She remembered studying the locking and storing of memories. Perhaps she had locked away her time spent at the previous village due to some kind of horrific matter. This would be the most believable, considering her past.
While she was concentrating, she let her guard down, and began to radiate a purple glow from her skin. Unaware of the fact, she turned to Scouter again. "Regardless, I'm here now. Tell me of Amarathia. Anything at all."
"Oddly enough, I don't remember the name of the town." It was frustrating, knowing how you left, but not of the arrival. Closing her eyes, she began to rub her temples. She remembered studying the locking and storing of memories. Perhaps she had locked away her time spent at the previous village due to some kind of horrific matter. This would be the most believable, considering her past.
While she was concentrating, she let her guard down, and began to radiate a purple glow from her skin. Unaware of the fact, she turned to Scouter again. "Regardless, I'm here now. Tell me of Amarathia. Anything at all."
"Well what do you want to know?" Scouter asked. "It's the Altari capital, and probably the safest city for leagues around. Funny story that," he explained. "After the Fall, seems one of them Patronus from legend was working to restore the city for all those years, and after the voidlings were pushed out, Amarathia was one of the first cities that was habitable. The Altari were quick to reclaim it as their own, but it's more or less the main trading hub around here. All the roads in Amarathia lead to Amarathia City. If you're lookin' to get somewhere, it's as good a place as any to start."
Roxxy nodded, "Suppose it's a good thing you happened about when you did then. I probably wouldn't have a clue where to start in a major city like that." Turning half way about, she looked to the cargo behind them. "Making a delivery, I presume?"
Scouter jerked his thumb over his shoulder again, this time to the cargo in the back of the wagon.
"Centaur weapons," he explained. "Won't be findin' any better weapon smiths around these parts than the centaurs. They'll turn a good profit on the Amarathian market."
"I can get you as far as the city, but after that you'll be on your own. I'll be headin' south into Kerador next."
"Centaur weapons," he explained. "Won't be findin' any better weapon smiths around these parts than the centaurs. They'll turn a good profit on the Amarathian market."
"I can get you as far as the city, but after that you'll be on your own. I'll be headin' south into Kerador next."
Roxxy arched her eyebrows, "Can't say that I've ever seen an actual Centaur."
She repositioned herself to watch the road in front, "That'll work just fine. Perhaps before I jump off, you could point me into the direction of a safe lodging? One that might allow work for stay?"
She repositioned herself to watch the road in front, "That'll work just fine. Perhaps before I jump off, you could point me into the direction of a safe lodging? One that might allow work for stay?"
"Might be that I can find you somethin'," Scouter replied.
As the caravan continued along its way, he took to humming a song as they made their way towards Amarathia City. The notes were more of a deep and throaty growl than anything, but he managed to hold the tune well enough.
As the caravan continued along its way, he took to humming a song as they made their way towards Amarathia City. The notes were more of a deep and throaty growl than anything, but he managed to hold the tune well enough.
She nodded, and leaned back against the bench of the carriage. The road wasn't smooth at all, and fatigue was starting to sink in deep in Roxxy's bones. As Scouter hummed his tune, she could feel her eye lids losing their strength. Perhaps she'd be able to find a few moments rest during their trip.
Scouter's small convoy rumbled and rattled it's way through the streets of Amarathia city at a leisurely pace. All around them the city was teaming with life that it had been all but devoid of only five years prior. Much due to Sylvire Nasazura's efforts at restoring the city during the time of the fall it was among the first to be re-populated with the voidling menace broken and scattered to the four winds.
Tall towers of white stone loomed overhead with only a trace of the time still etched into their cracked stone and the ivy that still clung to the less well repared portions of the city.
Scouter hummed away as they made their way deeper into the city. They passed pedestrians and other wagons on their way, and the races and animals present seemed a matter of great diversity. Altari men and women walked alongside races and species from all reaches of Aelora that had been drawn out of their mountain safe-holds to this beacon of a new civilization rising out of the metaphorical ashes.
The pedestrians grew more dense as they neared the market and their wagon slowed to a plodding pace to avoid hitting anyone. Bright banners and signs marked booths and stalls where merchants gathered to sell their wares.
"You awake there, miss?" Scouter asked as the wagon rolled to a stop.
Tall towers of white stone loomed overhead with only a trace of the time still etched into their cracked stone and the ivy that still clung to the less well repared portions of the city.
Scouter hummed away as they made their way deeper into the city. They passed pedestrians and other wagons on their way, and the races and animals present seemed a matter of great diversity. Altari men and women walked alongside races and species from all reaches of Aelora that had been drawn out of their mountain safe-holds to this beacon of a new civilization rising out of the metaphorical ashes.
The pedestrians grew more dense as they neared the market and their wagon slowed to a plodding pace to avoid hitting anyone. Bright banners and signs marked booths and stalls where merchants gathered to sell their wares.
"You awake there, miss?" Scouter asked as the wagon rolled to a stop.
She'd ran out of breath as she reaches Amarathia,the girl had no where to live,or to go she had no one with her as she walked alone.Ariana got pushed from the other pedestrians as she was small and not able to push back.As she kept her head low Ariana wondered where she would go,and if she could not be as alone as she was."please.....someone show me where to go" she'd mumbled,knowing that no one would pay attention.As she kept her head down she bumped into a wagon,making it move slightly. "Oh! I'm so sorry it was my fault that it moved, I was not paying attention."She quickly stopped the wagon from moving anymore and looks up seeing everyone glare at her as if she killed a man.
There were many people on the road to Amarathia City that day, and it seemed that the young girl was just another one of them. When she bumped into the wagon, a particularly rough looking man turned around and perked a brow. He came towards her, staring her down. "Why doncha jus' make your way over on the other side, ah? I don't want you toppling over the wagon because you're blind!"
A hand came to clasp the man's shoulder, prompting him to turn around. He faced a young elf with a bright smile and long hair, dressed with a grey cloak over his shoulders. "Don't worry about it; sorry! She's with me," he told him, moving past the man.
The elf crouched down in front of the girl, giving her a softer smile than the strained one he'd given the man with the wagon. "Hey, there. Are you doing alright? Got yelled at by the oaf a bit?"
A hand came to clasp the man's shoulder, prompting him to turn around. He faced a young elf with a bright smile and long hair, dressed with a grey cloak over his shoulders. "Don't worry about it; sorry! She's with me," he told him, moving past the man.
The elf crouched down in front of the girl, giving her a softer smile than the strained one he'd given the man with the wagon. "Hey, there. Are you doing alright? Got yelled at by the oaf a bit?"
She glanced up at the elf and whispered "I don't think he is an oaf,just some people get confused on what the situation is." She'd look away from the elf and back at him "Uhh.....sorry to bother you but I must go i-I have to get back to my parents they will be very upset that I'm late" she was deeply sorry that she had lied but Ariana did not want to socialize with anyone. She excused her self and walked away from the wagon,the people who stopped glaring at the small girl,and the elf who she was still sorry about her lie.Once again she was pushed and pulled as she walked through the town,with the flashing lights and shops with smells she has never smelled before.Her stomach grumbled as the smells filled her nose, she stopped at a food shop and reached into her pocket,taking out $1.00 and handing it to the man for an apple."Sorry shrimp you need $2.00 for the apple but,thanks for the tip." The man who was a fat short pig looking-man put the dollar in his pocket and grinned."Hey!That's my dollar! give it back!" She glared at the pig-man,and feels herself getting more mad than ever. Her eye's turned from blue to red as she slammed her hands on the counter."GIVE IT BACK!" Flames surround her as she has no control and scares the pig-man and everyone around her.
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