Introduction
The Black Jet Empire, a feared nation of humans, however the Imperial people are much different, there males averaging ten feet in height and their females six feet. Powerfully built this empire has evolved into a major powerhouse it has the largest population in the present day. They have the largest technological advantage over any current empire.
Yet for all the weapons and soldiers it possesses… fear is still abound… not the fear of enemies of the state… but the fear of the state in of itself. Oppressive and massive one has no choice but to obey the religious and martial laws set forth by the War Lord and Clergy. The world is bleak and all one has is hope, but for some that is all that is needed. One may choose to survive or live, here in the Imperial city of Aslia the High Priestess and War Lord make their homes. Here one need not fear anything for enemies of the state shall be found and slain. One only needs… to obey and safety is assured.
War Lord Ourune the Scarred
High Priestess Maleudia the Blossom.
Inquisitor General Mala’Varius
Martial Laws.
One may not be on the streets after sun fall, with out a military escort or proper papers.
One may not express a negative opinion towards the military or the clergy.
One may not own weapons unless currently or previously a member of the Imperial army.
Public displays of open defiance, affection, and extreme emotion are strictly banned.
Theft is met with the removal of the limb which was used to commit the crime.
Murder is met with death.
All Lesser sentences will be merited out in the Imperial Legal Courts.
Religious Laws.
One may not be on the streets during Mass.
One may not praise anyone but the True Mother, Xel Naga are an exception.
One may not question the True Mother, her commandments are law.
One may not touch nor harm a Priestess of the True Mother.
One may not stand in the way of Soldiers of the True Mother.
Murder is met with a tortured existence.
The True Mother’s Commandments.
Raise no blade against a brother.
Shed not tears of flesh, but of eye for those who have fallen.
Turn no ill deed against another, nor raise your own in vengeance.
Do not look upon one with scorn for appearance, but take in their own beauty in life.
No mortal may place themselves above another, all creatures were created by the True Mother be they God, Demon, or Peasant all lives are equal.
Races.
Black Jet Imperial. People born in the Black Jet Empire homeland. Strong physically and inventive mentally. Though emotionally closed these powerful humans make excellent warriors even if they lack the strategic thinking of other humans. Mass in numbers and powerful in strength the only thing that can stop these berserkers is strategy.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Blue
Hair Blonde
Skin White
Height 6’4-10’0
Creator God. The True Mother
Background. The Black Jet Imperials are a proud race great in numbers, physical strength, and technology. Due to their advancement they wish to spread their culture, and teach the lesser races how to properly live and worship. Unlike plains humans who are more accepting religiously… Black Jet Imperials only allow the worship of their one god. They worship a goddess known as the True Mother most races do not know nor understand who this True Mother is. Imperials lack emotional feelings, still capable of feeling their sense of emotion is dulled severely… many believe they lack it even though they don’t.
Septriss’ Chosen. (Have to be magi.) These few were gifted with the power of magic from the God Septriss. They praise him and in return they are given the power they need to bend reality to their whims. Superior to normal humans in everyway.
Average Appearance. Appear as normal Humans (or Sub-race Human)
Septriss’ Chosen can be from any human race, often being physical superior to their own kind these powerful mages can crippled and lay waste to any with ancient words bound to power and the full force of their physical powers to bend reality to their needs.
THEY -MUST- PRAISE SEPTRISS
The Xel’Naga are a race of cat folk whom are known to be fast, agile, carefree, and the only beast race that doesn’t praise Dreaous. They do however praise Zale and Na’Tally’s Trickster side. Often having pitch black fur, with bright white or reddish skin one often finds it hard to keep their eyes on a single one while their running in a group.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Shades of red/yellow
Hair. Black, white, reddish.
Skin. White, Reddish, gold.
Height. 5’6-58
Creator God. Na’Tally
Background. The Xel’Naga serve pretty much as a servant race beneath the Imperials, while not slaves or forced labor the Xel’Naga are the only race besides Imperials which are allowed to freely walk and live in Imperial cities. They are seen as compliments to the Imperials need to keep their feelings locked up. Most Imperial guards will not bother them for breaking laws with the exception of Murder, thievery, and religious laws of not touching a Priestess, or standing in the way of Religious soldiers. Light hearted and cheerful the Xel’Naga are a open race which seems to be the only truly free race even though they aren’t the ruling people.
Positions.
Black Jet Imperials.
Naval Knight, reservists awaiting their deployment on the raids against Dophia. Trained soldiers
Zealot. Soldiers of the True Mother, these men patrol city streets and enforce all three sets of laws. They are the public sword of the Clergy.
The Inquisitors. (Male) A group which is unknown to most people. This is the true hand of the Clergy, swift, brutal, and efficient.
Priestess (Female) Priestess’ of the True Mother all priests under the True Mother are women. All priestess are given one Zealot to act as their personal guard.
Magi. Magic users serve and praise Septriss They live outside the city limits due to the city ban on the praising of anyone besides the True Mother.
City folk. All normal civilians.
Xel’ Naga.
Servant. Xel Naga who have taken private services to another such as a butler, maid, cook, ect.
Minstrels. Xel’ Naga are lovers of art and music they spread a good deal of inner cheer and live off the spare coin of others.
Gods of the Empire.
The True Mother. Goddess of Birth and Creation. The True Mother is the mother of both Gods and Demons mate of Eldis Sun and Talcor. The mother goddess is portrayed as lady in a white dress soaked with her own tears as she mourns the constant death of her children.
Symbol. A tear filled eye.
Zale. Goddess of Love and the Sea/Ocean. Portrayed as a maiden in a red dress always clutching a handkerchief in her hands in constant wait for a human sailor whom she fell in love with and was forever lost as sea. A handkerchief is a sign of love and loyalty gifted as a sign of remembrance.
Symbol. A handkerchief clutched by a woman’s hand.
Septriss. This god is seen as the most powerful of the human gods. His main servants are the Magi though he is also praised in demon rites. He is said to have falling in love with a demoness who he made the moon as gift to her beauty. He rules over power, might, magic, time, and death. Septriss is only to be used by Magi or Templar. He is otherwise known as the Lord of Moons. Septriss is a deity but not considered a god.
Symbol. A Book, Scroll, and Quill
Currency. Are small flat rectangle bars of metal.
Gold: 100 Steel
Runes(Small gem stones which are only used by clergy) 2 Steel
Steel: 10 Iron
Iron: Base Currency 10 Silver
Silver: 10 Brass
Brass: Beggar’s coin.
No Starting Magic Equipment.
Technology.
The Black Jet Empire is roughly in the industrial age, Muskets, steam power ships, factories. Though they still use standard close combat weapons.
Their architecture uses a large amount of marble columns, arches, their cities are often beautiful crafted to be works of art in of themselves. They posses running water, though water still must be heated to make it hot. Besides horse one can use large steam powered ‘trains’ to transport themselves and cargo.
Art work focuses on statues and lightly colored paintings mostly using light colors their cities are bright to try and keep spirits up in their totalitarian state.
Culinary, Imperial food often uses a good deal of vegetables and fruits to make up for much smaller potions of meat due to the large population of Imperials. This is to help keep their people healthy… while ensuring everyone has the luxury of being able to purchase meat.
Yet for all the weapons and soldiers it possesses… fear is still abound… not the fear of enemies of the state… but the fear of the state in of itself. Oppressive and massive one has no choice but to obey the religious and martial laws set forth by the War Lord and Clergy. The world is bleak and all one has is hope, but for some that is all that is needed. One may choose to survive or live, here in the Imperial city of Aslia the High Priestess and War Lord make their homes. Here one need not fear anything for enemies of the state shall be found and slain. One only needs… to obey and safety is assured.
War Lord Ourune the Scarred
High Priestess Maleudia the Blossom.
Inquisitor General Mala’Varius
Martial Laws.
One may not be on the streets after sun fall, with out a military escort or proper papers.
One may not express a negative opinion towards the military or the clergy.
One may not own weapons unless currently or previously a member of the Imperial army.
Public displays of open defiance, affection, and extreme emotion are strictly banned.
Theft is met with the removal of the limb which was used to commit the crime.
Murder is met with death.
All Lesser sentences will be merited out in the Imperial Legal Courts.
Religious Laws.
One may not be on the streets during Mass.
One may not praise anyone but the True Mother, Xel Naga are an exception.
One may not question the True Mother, her commandments are law.
One may not touch nor harm a Priestess of the True Mother.
One may not stand in the way of Soldiers of the True Mother.
Murder is met with a tortured existence.
The True Mother’s Commandments.
Raise no blade against a brother.
Shed not tears of flesh, but of eye for those who have fallen.
Turn no ill deed against another, nor raise your own in vengeance.
Do not look upon one with scorn for appearance, but take in their own beauty in life.
No mortal may place themselves above another, all creatures were created by the True Mother be they God, Demon, or Peasant all lives are equal.
Races.
Black Jet Imperial. People born in the Black Jet Empire homeland. Strong physically and inventive mentally. Though emotionally closed these powerful humans make excellent warriors even if they lack the strategic thinking of other humans. Mass in numbers and powerful in strength the only thing that can stop these berserkers is strategy.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Blue
Hair Blonde
Skin White
Height 6’4-10’0
Creator God. The True Mother
Background. The Black Jet Imperials are a proud race great in numbers, physical strength, and technology. Due to their advancement they wish to spread their culture, and teach the lesser races how to properly live and worship. Unlike plains humans who are more accepting religiously… Black Jet Imperials only allow the worship of their one god. They worship a goddess known as the True Mother most races do not know nor understand who this True Mother is. Imperials lack emotional feelings, still capable of feeling their sense of emotion is dulled severely… many believe they lack it even though they don’t.
Septriss’ Chosen. (Have to be magi.) These few were gifted with the power of magic from the God Septriss. They praise him and in return they are given the power they need to bend reality to their whims. Superior to normal humans in everyway.
Average Appearance. Appear as normal Humans (or Sub-race Human)
Septriss’ Chosen can be from any human race, often being physical superior to their own kind these powerful mages can crippled and lay waste to any with ancient words bound to power and the full force of their physical powers to bend reality to their needs.
THEY -MUST- PRAISE SEPTRISS
The Xel’Naga are a race of cat folk whom are known to be fast, agile, carefree, and the only beast race that doesn’t praise Dreaous. They do however praise Zale and Na’Tally’s Trickster side. Often having pitch black fur, with bright white or reddish skin one often finds it hard to keep their eyes on a single one while their running in a group.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Shades of red/yellow
Hair. Black, white, reddish.
Skin. White, Reddish, gold.
Height. 5’6-58
Creator God. Na’Tally
Background. The Xel’Naga serve pretty much as a servant race beneath the Imperials, while not slaves or forced labor the Xel’Naga are the only race besides Imperials which are allowed to freely walk and live in Imperial cities. They are seen as compliments to the Imperials need to keep their feelings locked up. Most Imperial guards will not bother them for breaking laws with the exception of Murder, thievery, and religious laws of not touching a Priestess, or standing in the way of Religious soldiers. Light hearted and cheerful the Xel’Naga are a open race which seems to be the only truly free race even though they aren’t the ruling people.
Positions.
Black Jet Imperials.
Naval Knight, reservists awaiting their deployment on the raids against Dophia. Trained soldiers
Zealot. Soldiers of the True Mother, these men patrol city streets and enforce all three sets of laws. They are the public sword of the Clergy.
The Inquisitors. (Male) A group which is unknown to most people. This is the true hand of the Clergy, swift, brutal, and efficient.
Priestess (Female) Priestess’ of the True Mother all priests under the True Mother are women. All priestess are given one Zealot to act as their personal guard.
Magi. Magic users serve and praise Septriss They live outside the city limits due to the city ban on the praising of anyone besides the True Mother.
City folk. All normal civilians.
Xel’ Naga.
Servant. Xel Naga who have taken private services to another such as a butler, maid, cook, ect.
Minstrels. Xel’ Naga are lovers of art and music they spread a good deal of inner cheer and live off the spare coin of others.
Gods of the Empire.
The True Mother. Goddess of Birth and Creation. The True Mother is the mother of both Gods and Demons mate of Eldis Sun and Talcor. The mother goddess is portrayed as lady in a white dress soaked with her own tears as she mourns the constant death of her children.
Symbol. A tear filled eye.
Zale. Goddess of Love and the Sea/Ocean. Portrayed as a maiden in a red dress always clutching a handkerchief in her hands in constant wait for a human sailor whom she fell in love with and was forever lost as sea. A handkerchief is a sign of love and loyalty gifted as a sign of remembrance.
Symbol. A handkerchief clutched by a woman’s hand.
Septriss. This god is seen as the most powerful of the human gods. His main servants are the Magi though he is also praised in demon rites. He is said to have falling in love with a demoness who he made the moon as gift to her beauty. He rules over power, might, magic, time, and death. Septriss is only to be used by Magi or Templar. He is otherwise known as the Lord of Moons. Septriss is a deity but not considered a god.
Symbol. A Book, Scroll, and Quill
Currency. Are small flat rectangle bars of metal.
Gold: 100 Steel
Runes(Small gem stones which are only used by clergy) 2 Steel
Steel: 10 Iron
Iron: Base Currency 10 Silver
Silver: 10 Brass
Brass: Beggar’s coin.
No Starting Magic Equipment.
Technology.
The Black Jet Empire is roughly in the industrial age, Muskets, steam power ships, factories. Though they still use standard close combat weapons.
Their architecture uses a large amount of marble columns, arches, their cities are often beautiful crafted to be works of art in of themselves. They posses running water, though water still must be heated to make it hot. Besides horse one can use large steam powered ‘trains’ to transport themselves and cargo.
Art work focuses on statues and lightly colored paintings mostly using light colors their cities are bright to try and keep spirits up in their totalitarian state.
Culinary, Imperial food often uses a good deal of vegetables and fruits to make up for much smaller potions of meat due to the large population of Imperials. This is to help keep their people healthy… while ensuring everyone has the luxury of being able to purchase meat.
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The glorious white city… Aslia was a monument to the Black Jet Empire’s glory… and a symbol of their oppressive ways. Hundreds of soldiers marched upon the streets countless more did sweeps of homes of suspected heretics and traitors. One… hopes to never even think of meeting an inquisitor… those who do rarely survive… for heretics are liars after all. For over three thousand years this heavy weight had been pressed down upon the people of the Empire. Their beautiful fresh white marble buildings, the armies which had prevented an invasion for over four thousand years… not even the light hearted Xel’Naga could truly distract one of the daunting sense of despair… of coarse none would show it… those who expressed dislike of the Empire were enemies after all… Mara walked slowly down the pink marble streets, her footsteps light though she carried a burden, a large woven basket of freshly picked herbs. She did rarely receive payment for her services as few people in her district could afford the costs of healing at a temple. This was why Mara ventured into the lush bright surrounding lands in search of the require regents. She kept her hood low and occasionally brushed her oaken hair out of her vision. She pulled switched the basket between her hands as she tightened her worn gloves to help keep them warm. She had been looking towards the stars and she had not swayed her path nor tried to stop it when she heard the heavy footsteps as an Imperial Zealot shoved her to the ground. She twisted her body slightly so her basket wouldn’t spill out upon the ground. She stared upon the man who shoved her with her yellow eyes. “I’m sorry… I didn’t see you there”
The Zealot raised his brow. “If it ain’t da witch… you know witchcraft be a sentence ta death.” He said ushering his partner towards him.
Mara sighed pushing herself up half way before the Zealot’s boot crashed into her side she rolled to a stop several feet over. The left side of her robes turning a deeper shade of red as they began to become more and more saturated with blood. Mara attempted to stand once more this time the Zealot slammed his foot down on her back keeping it there. “I’m… n…n..not… a….w…witch… “ Even while the man held his boot in place the young girl continued to try and stand up though she wouldn’t make it far up before the Imperial simple renewed his step by simply raising it and slamming it down once more.
“Sure ye aren’t… I’ll believe that when the city turns black… “ He said with a chuckle nudging his friend who glanced around uncertain.
The Zealot raised his brow. “If it ain’t da witch… you know witchcraft be a sentence ta death.” He said ushering his partner towards him.
Mara sighed pushing herself up half way before the Zealot’s boot crashed into her side she rolled to a stop several feet over. The left side of her robes turning a deeper shade of red as they began to become more and more saturated with blood. Mara attempted to stand once more this time the Zealot slammed his foot down on her back keeping it there. “I’m… n…n..not… a….w…witch… “ Even while the man held his boot in place the young girl continued to try and stand up though she wouldn’t make it far up before the Imperial simple renewed his step by simply raising it and slamming it down once more.
“Sure ye aren’t… I’ll believe that when the city turns black… “ He said with a chuckle nudging his friend who glanced around uncertain.
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Penny walked across the rooftops of the city, her feelt rolling to absorb the sound that she might distribute below. She looked down below, the people running about the marble streets. She remembered the times where she was hampered by them, slowed by the crowded paths. But that was of the past. Now she could cross the city faster that near anyone.... Not that she needed to right now. She would look at the gap between each building, before leaping over it deftly, landing on the ball of her feet. She would sigh, as the day seemed to drag on. Nothing had happened, for at least the past two days. Nothing that interested her, anyway. She was just passing the market district, to see if any of the merchants had anything for sale. She was running out of those onions that were on sale three days ago, and they had made great soup stock. But it seemed that luck wasn't on her side that day; nothing seemed to be on sale. No special deals, no anything. "Looks like it's the bonus plan today..." She said, sarcasticly.
She continued her route not bothering to stop... untill she set eyes upon a pair of Zealots, seeming to pray upon some hapless woman. Normally, Penny would've turned blind eye to this. No point in risking law involvement when she didn't steal anything. But something caught her eye. The woman was different. The size difference of her and the Zealots was...large. She also seemed to have a more smooth body form then they. She bore no cat tail nor ears...so that meant she was Imperial...but she was small. A child, maybe? Doubtful, but possible. There was only one person she knew like that. The healer, Mara. Mara had aided Penny about a year back, when Penny had gouged her foot fiercely, and was unable to run. The healer had aided her recovery, and within days, Penny was back sprinting across rooftops at full speed...which in all honesty could be concidered her livelyhood.
She stopped, and sort of watched from the roof. She wouldn't just sit by and let someone whom had helped her suffer. She walked to the edge of the building, and hopped down, landing lightly with dual 'plats' as her almost bare feet hit the marble. She locked her arms behind her back innocently, before asking in a soft monotone voice, "Pardon me, gentlemen? I do believe there is trouble in the district down there...a man seemed to be brandishing an axe.... and a lot of the shop owners are concerned...could you aid the situation?" She motioned down to the market district, not a five minute walk from their current location.
She continued her route not bothering to stop... untill she set eyes upon a pair of Zealots, seeming to pray upon some hapless woman. Normally, Penny would've turned blind eye to this. No point in risking law involvement when she didn't steal anything. But something caught her eye. The woman was different. The size difference of her and the Zealots was...large. She also seemed to have a more smooth body form then they. She bore no cat tail nor ears...so that meant she was Imperial...but she was small. A child, maybe? Doubtful, but possible. There was only one person she knew like that. The healer, Mara. Mara had aided Penny about a year back, when Penny had gouged her foot fiercely, and was unable to run. The healer had aided her recovery, and within days, Penny was back sprinting across rooftops at full speed...which in all honesty could be concidered her livelyhood.
She stopped, and sort of watched from the roof. She wouldn't just sit by and let someone whom had helped her suffer. She walked to the edge of the building, and hopped down, landing lightly with dual 'plats' as her almost bare feet hit the marble. She locked her arms behind her back innocently, before asking in a soft monotone voice, "Pardon me, gentlemen? I do believe there is trouble in the district down there...a man seemed to be brandishing an axe.... and a lot of the shop owners are concerned...could you aid the situation?" She motioned down to the market district, not a five minute walk from their current location.
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It was going to be a good day. Zoara could tell that much as she viewed the streets outside the temple from her own room above. The city which was formed of white walled marble buildings which stretched across the long expanse of land gave her a feeling of peace.
Turning to face the inside of her room she viewed it's simple decorum of a white bed and bookshelf with an offset of a few gold pillows and curtains lining the walls, passing it and heading outside into the halls of the temple. Passing through the living quarters her light linen robes rustled slightly against the movement as she made he way into the main area of worship. She was already slightly late.
Just like her room it was slightly austere although it did have a few fineries about it. Each doorway stood at about ten feet tall, the perfect height for a Imperial. To Zoara it gave off the feeling of home. Today it was her duty to light the candles before the daily mass. Stepping up to the altar she took a match out of her pocket striking it and carefully lighting one of the candles. Watching as the wick caught hold of the light orange flame she blew out the match placing it back into it's case and into her pocket. Taking the now lit candle she placed it against each of the alters other set out candles slowly catching each one alight. As the last candle was lit she placed the one in her hand back in it's rightful place before kneeling down in front of the alter clutching her necklace in her hand in prayer "True Mother..." She began, her eyes closed, "I thank you for your blessings....Please, make this day just as wonderful as the last, and bless those that which believe in you...Thank you." Standing up Zoara viewed the Altar a soft smile on her face, "It's going to be a good day..." She said to herself.
Turning to face the inside of her room she viewed it's simple decorum of a white bed and bookshelf with an offset of a few gold pillows and curtains lining the walls, passing it and heading outside into the halls of the temple. Passing through the living quarters her light linen robes rustled slightly against the movement as she made he way into the main area of worship. She was already slightly late.
Just like her room it was slightly austere although it did have a few fineries about it. Each doorway stood at about ten feet tall, the perfect height for a Imperial. To Zoara it gave off the feeling of home. Today it was her duty to light the candles before the daily mass. Stepping up to the altar she took a match out of her pocket striking it and carefully lighting one of the candles. Watching as the wick caught hold of the light orange flame she blew out the match placing it back into it's case and into her pocket. Taking the now lit candle she placed it against each of the alters other set out candles slowly catching each one alight. As the last candle was lit she placed the one in her hand back in it's rightful place before kneeling down in front of the alter clutching her necklace in her hand in prayer "True Mother..." She began, her eyes closed, "I thank you for your blessings....Please, make this day just as wonderful as the last, and bless those that which believe in you...Thank you." Standing up Zoara viewed the Altar a soft smile on her face, "It's going to be a good day..." She said to herself.
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The one that wasn’t stepping on the red robed figure turned. “A weapon… bloody hell… come on Jarvis we’ll be punished if we don’t do anything about an armed target…”
The Zealot whom one had to assume was Jarvis eyed him. “Fine… we’ll deal with you later witch… hope you like the stake…” He said removing his foot before kicking her in the side one last time before following his partner.
Mara managed to stand on her feet bowing as much as her body would allow after the abuse from the Zealots. “I thank you for your help. Sometimes I wonder whether this city is worthy fighting for… fighting the oppression… the abuse healing those because its right… not to spread some religion… not to control the populace… however when ever I feel this sensation… it is quickly dispelled by people such as yourself.” A smile crossed her lips as she lifted her basket and staff. “Well… at least I know how to best treat my wounds…”
The Zealot whom one had to assume was Jarvis eyed him. “Fine… we’ll deal with you later witch… hope you like the stake…” He said removing his foot before kicking her in the side one last time before following his partner.
Mara managed to stand on her feet bowing as much as her body would allow after the abuse from the Zealots. “I thank you for your help. Sometimes I wonder whether this city is worthy fighting for… fighting the oppression… the abuse healing those because its right… not to spread some religion… not to control the populace… however when ever I feel this sensation… it is quickly dispelled by people such as yourself.” A smile crossed her lips as she lifted her basket and staff. “Well… at least I know how to best treat my wounds…”
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The driver cracked his whip suddenly, making the poor horse to push on, tired, though it was. The line that stretched behind the wagon faired no better. Men, women, children above the age of eight, tired and dressed in rags, were chained in a long line, one right after the other. Two men led the line, each wore their worn chain mail as though it were a badge of honor, and it was. The men were one of the finest in the Black Jet's armies, or so they said. Each carried a small pistol, holstered at the hip, a short sword on the other hip, and an eight foot bull whip.
"Will wonders ever cease to amaze me," Zakarii muttered behind the human skull mask. He watched as a man from the line was dragged out, unchained, and run through with a sword. A woman wailed and tried to go to the body of the man, but found herself stuck on a sword as well. "Apparently not," he muttered. "Di ju sai som'fin, me'lord?" The driver turned his head slightly to stare at him, but instantly regretted it.
The hood that his Zakarii's skull mask slipped off his head, revealing only a skull. He turned his head slowly to stare at the, now, sheet white faced driver, who began to fervently pray to the Mother above. "It is best to watch the road, good sir," he whispered harshly, pulling his hood up over his face. "I think it's gone on far enough. I must take my leave before I do something rash." Standing up, he took up his scythe and began to invoke a small prayer to Septriss, asking him for the magick to transport him away from the humans about him, and to the city a dozen miles away.
Black smoke began to billow out from under his robe. It rose around him, and wrapped itself about his form. "To the city gates," he cried out. A small thunderclap erupted around him, a flash of white light enveloped him, and he vanished from the cart.
"Hot," Zakarii cried out, dancing in front of the sword drawn guards of the gate to the white city, the back of his robes on fire. "Don't just stand there," he yelled at them, "Put me out!" One of the guards picked up a piss bucket, and dumped it's contents all over the back of him. Smelling of piss, he turned towards the guard, glaring behind his skull mask. The guard, who had been smiling when he dumped the contents of the bucket over him, was now white faced and sweating feverishly.
"You dare," Zakarii trembled beneath his robes, "You dare dump the contents of piss and shit all over me? Do you not know who I am?" His voice howled in the wind, as he began to recite a prayer to Septriss. Once completed, he whispered, "Hail Septriss," and watched as his robes became like new once more, the smell of piss and shit, gone from his body, and had transfered over to the guard. "Next time, when I ask to be put out, use some water." He stomped of towards the gate, his scythe hitting the ground in time with his second step. "Who was that," he heard one of the guards whisper. "Zakarii," said a second.
"Will wonders ever cease to amaze me," Zakarii muttered behind the human skull mask. He watched as a man from the line was dragged out, unchained, and run through with a sword. A woman wailed and tried to go to the body of the man, but found herself stuck on a sword as well. "Apparently not," he muttered. "Di ju sai som'fin, me'lord?" The driver turned his head slightly to stare at him, but instantly regretted it.
The hood that his Zakarii's skull mask slipped off his head, revealing only a skull. He turned his head slowly to stare at the, now, sheet white faced driver, who began to fervently pray to the Mother above. "It is best to watch the road, good sir," he whispered harshly, pulling his hood up over his face. "I think it's gone on far enough. I must take my leave before I do something rash." Standing up, he took up his scythe and began to invoke a small prayer to Septriss, asking him for the magick to transport him away from the humans about him, and to the city a dozen miles away.
Black smoke began to billow out from under his robe. It rose around him, and wrapped itself about his form. "To the city gates," he cried out. A small thunderclap erupted around him, a flash of white light enveloped him, and he vanished from the cart.
"Hot," Zakarii cried out, dancing in front of the sword drawn guards of the gate to the white city, the back of his robes on fire. "Don't just stand there," he yelled at them, "Put me out!" One of the guards picked up a piss bucket, and dumped it's contents all over the back of him. Smelling of piss, he turned towards the guard, glaring behind his skull mask. The guard, who had been smiling when he dumped the contents of the bucket over him, was now white faced and sweating feverishly.
"You dare," Zakarii trembled beneath his robes, "You dare dump the contents of piss and shit all over me? Do you not know who I am?" His voice howled in the wind, as he began to recite a prayer to Septriss. Once completed, he whispered, "Hail Septriss," and watched as his robes became like new once more, the smell of piss and shit, gone from his body, and had transfered over to the guard. "Next time, when I ask to be put out, use some water." He stomped of towards the gate, his scythe hitting the ground in time with his second step. "Who was that," he heard one of the guards whisper. "Zakarii," said a second.
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Penny smiled, and nodded. "It's no problem. But we probably need to head somewhere off the streets. Those two will be back...and I'm sure they won't be happy to find the only man down there with an axe is a lumberjack." She said with a giggle. She looked the woman up and down. No doubt this was Mara. Not to mention she mentioned of healing herself. "Let me help you. You just got the crud kicked outta you by someone almost twice your size." She said, wrapping an arm around the woman carefully, before feeling her wounded side. "Ah! You're bleeding!" She said, unable to tell from sight due to the already crimson of her robe. "Come on; we need to get you back to your house, so you can treat yourself." She affirmed again, replacing her arm higher upon the woman, as not to agitate her wounds, waiting for her to start of in the direction of her abode.
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Asavar entered one of the many temples, and entering the main hall he looked up at the alter from under the brim of his hat. A young priestess was lightening the candles, and standing silently he watched her prepare the alter, silently waiting for her to finish. Once the young priestess moved to the side, Asavar walked to the altar, removing his hat, he knelled.
he was softly muttering a oath to the Mother it was all to quiet to make out accept for one line "Consider the Predator. Let your soul be armored with Faith, driven on the tracks of Obedience which overcome all obstacles, and armed with the three great guns of Zeal, Duty and Purity." moving his hands he kissed the relic of the True mother hanging from his neck.
Standing up he gently tugged the hat back onto his head, and turning to the priestess, he bowed slightly "Good morning priestess"
he was softly muttering a oath to the Mother it was all to quiet to make out accept for one line "Consider the Predator. Let your soul be armored with Faith, driven on the tracks of Obedience which overcome all obstacles, and armed with the three great guns of Zeal, Duty and Purity." moving his hands he kissed the relic of the True mother hanging from his neck.
Standing up he gently tugged the hat back onto his head, and turning to the priestess, he bowed slightly "Good morning priestess"
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Mara nodded leading her to a small marble building with a strange symbol painted on the door. Few knew what it meant, it was the symbol of a nearly forgotten goddess of healing. She pushed the door open with her staff placing down the basket of herbs on a counter of her small reception room. “Would you care for anything to drink?”
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Penny shook her head. "I'm fine, thanks.... But I'm really concerned about you!" She continued to urge. Sheesh. Still generous when she's bleeding after getting kicked like a dog. Dedicated. Penny's mind uttered to itself. "Do you need any help treating yourself? I know basic first aid...not that it would help. Don't worry about me: Focus on yourself before your guest!" She said, in a psudo-motherly tone. Penny smiled softly. She couldn't help it around Mara. She was the nicest person Penny could think of. But then again...it was hard to find someone nice in this day and age.
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Zoara smiled warmly as she noticed a man behind her waiting for her to finish preparing the Alter. Stepping aside she nodded her head the adornments on her head softly tinkling. It was good to see someone devoting themselves this early before the first mass of the day. There weren't usually many people doing their own prayers until after it.
Studying the man as he did his prayers she knew she hadn't seen him before but knew by his necklace and words that he was a devout follower of the True Mother. Perhaps even from the Clergy in some way. Nodding her head again with a slight bow back with her hands clasped at her front as the man acknowledged her she smiled, "Good morning to you too," She said carefully thinking of her words, "It's good to see someone so devout to the True Mother, may she bless and aid you."
Studying the man as he did his prayers she knew she hadn't seen him before but knew by his necklace and words that he was a devout follower of the True Mother. Perhaps even from the Clergy in some way. Nodding her head again with a slight bow back with her hands clasped at her front as the man acknowledged her she smiled, "Good morning to you too," She said carefully thinking of her words, "It's good to see someone so devout to the True Mother, may she bless and aid you."
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“Oh yes… my wounds… don’t worry there not that bad… I tend to be treated as such quite often. Apparently helping people is cause for punishment…” She said walking over to a small cabinets taking out a vial of light green powder. She laid down a piece of waxed paper pouring some of the dust on it followed by what looked like honey. She closed the bag pressing it together until it was mixed she took a cloth pulling off her robes in which she only wore or under garments beneath, she cleaned the rather nasty wound on her side before lightly applying the mix onto it. She then wrapped cloth bandages around it until the wound was covered. “There… that should heal up nicely.” She said walking through another door and coming back shortly after with a fresh robe. “Alright all done.”
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“Thank you priestess” Turning to leave he stopped. He turned back to the priestess and spoke softly “My name is Asavar kul priestess; I was wondering if you needed any help or even help in cleaning up the temple. I would be happy to help.” Looking at the robbed women, he scanned her feet to head. She was a priestess so in his mind, was mostly absolved of any heretical suspicion, but he always remembered that there is no such thing as innocence.
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Watching as the man stopped and turned as he was about to leave Zoara tilted her head slightly her hands still clutched in front of her. He was asking her if she needed help? That was slightly unusual, however he did seem like an unusual person. Standing in silence for a few moments she thought of the daily duties that needed to be done around the temple. Most of them were required to be done by a priestess but there were a few that could be done by anyone.
Coming out of her thoughts she smiled, "That's very kind of you, Sir Kul," She said with a nod of her head, "My name is Priestess Zoara. As for what you could help with..." She said pausing, thinking once more again for a moment, "There are a few texts which I need help sorting. Would you mind helping with that?"
Coming out of her thoughts she smiled, "That's very kind of you, Sir Kul," She said with a nod of her head, "My name is Priestess Zoara. As for what you could help with..." She said pausing, thinking once more again for a moment, "There are a few texts which I need help sorting. Would you mind helping with that?"
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Penny watched as the healer slowly began to medicate herself. Though, it was plain odd to see someone of her upbringing do it before a lesser. Seemed she wasn't shy about her body at all. Not that Penny was, or anything. She glanced over the healer's body up and down, keeping her mind from stray thoughts as she noted any scars or such. "Do you treat yourself a lot? Are the Zealots always that harsh?" She asked as the healer walked back into the room with a new, unbloodied robe on. "I'm just curious." she added.
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“Quite often… the Zealots seem to think I’m some form of witch… which in any case even if I was one its still not illegal… I guess they single me out because I’m a healer and my… rather different appearance. I’m singled out…” She let out a mournful sigh. “They use to throw me down the old dried up well… that usually was painful till I filled the bottom with pillows and chiseled handholds up the wall.” She sat down on a overstuffed red leather chair. “Once they even tied me to a stake and pretended to try and light it… before leaving me out there for three days… which was when a priestess found me… I’m lucky she did… I don’t think I’d have made it much longer…”
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"That's terrible. But it just proves that some people are total assholes." She said, not sure weither the woman agreed with her or not. She remembered she was no longer in the run-down city slums, where you could talk bad of the goverment with your friends...just not around anyone whom wasn't from the slums. "Have you thought about taking it to a judge? Not that they'd listen; but this cannot happen just because of your appearance..." She said, getting up and walking over to the overstuffed chair that the healer had seated herself, plopping herself down on one of the red arms. She placed her hand on Mara's shoulder. "I'm truly sorry." Penny said sincerely.
The young Xel'Naga sighed. "Anyway.... I never caught your name - though I'm pretty sure I know it. Mara, right? I bet you don't remember me, huh?" She said, sheepishly.
The young Xel'Naga sighed. "Anyway.... I never caught your name - though I'm pretty sure I know it. Mara, right? I bet you don't remember me, huh?" She said, sheepishly.
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“Well… at least is preoccupies them from picking on others… that my pain has spared someone else of it… and in the end is that not all the True Mother asks… that was treat everyone equal… and do what we can to save lives… you may see them as evil for doing these things to me… but I can’t not bring myself to hate them… I can only hope that one day this world will repay my kindness with a peaceful twilight…” She looked up towards Penny as she sat on the armrest. “You have naught to be sorry for… as for my name… it is Mara… no last name… nor middle…”
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Asavar nodded happy “I will be glad to help priestess, but please call me just Asavar, I am no knight.” In truth he was here to find enemies of the True Mother. He originally came here to meet with a clergy member to receive information, but he was late… and helping the temple was the least he can do in his spare time as a moment of laxity spawns a lifetime of heresy.
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Penny rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Mara." She said, smirking. At least someone was noble and true in this day and age."I still think it's wrong. Noone deserves to be treated like that." She said, shrugging. Penny would only move from the armchair, and stretch, her hands intertwining with each other as she did so. She ended the strech by lacing her arms behind her head. "So.... Mara? You've gotten home - what are you going to do now, huh? Bet you want to get me out of your hair." She said, looking back at the healer. She didn't think that's what Mara wanted, but she wanted to see what Mara would say.
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“ Exactly my point… no one deserves to be treated ill… even those whom do ill…” She looked towards the ceiling as she asked her what she was going to do now. “ of coarse not… your free to stay as long as you wish… as for me I must start preparing the herbs for storage until I require them or they may turn a foul…”
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Blessed be Septriss, Lord of Power, Magic, Might, Time, and Death. Lord of the Moon. Watch over your chosen. Protect them and grant them victory against their enemies," Kal finished, bowing in front of the humble altar he built within his house outside the city gates. It was only there that Magi were permitted to praise their god. Thus, every morning, he spent at least an hour praising his god, storing up power incase he was in a situation where he wouldn't be able to praise his god to perform magic throughout the day.
He grimaced as he exited his house and headed for the city gates. The only reason Septriss was permitted to be praised at all was because the army needed Septriss' Chosen for battle. The same goes with devotees of Zale, he believed. This was a cruel country and he longed to be free of it, to do whatever he wanted to do with no consequences as long as he wasn't hurting anyone, well, anyone that didn't deserve it anyway.
After about 30 minutes of walking, he found himself in front of a door with an antiquated symbol upon it. Mara lived there, he knew, and she always had herbs to sell. He frowned. He insisted on buying them. She was too kind for her own good.
He grimaced as he exited his house and headed for the city gates. The only reason Septriss was permitted to be praised at all was because the army needed Septriss' Chosen for battle. The same goes with devotees of Zale, he believed. This was a cruel country and he longed to be free of it, to do whatever he wanted to do with no consequences as long as he wasn't hurting anyone, well, anyone that didn't deserve it anyway.
After about 30 minutes of walking, he found himself in front of a door with an antiquated symbol upon it. Mara lived there, he knew, and she always had herbs to sell. He frowned. He insisted on buying them. She was too kind for her own good.
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Zoara nodded her head, "Alright, Asavar," She said with a small smile gesturing to the hallway which led out of the main congregation and into the halls, "the Temples library is right this way, if you'll follow me please." Walking down the Temples halls, the candles on each side of the walls burning despite bits of sunlight coming in from windows dotted on the left a few things crossed Her mind. She should make friendly conversation shouldn't she? It would seem impolite not to, but at the same time she didn't want to pry. Maybe if she gave him the option of choosing whatever he wanted to say? "So, tell me a bit about yourself Asavar, i'm curious." she said with a smile, her hands placed at her front then fidgeted for a moment, "Not that I mean to be nosy or anything..."
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Penny shrugged. "Well, I ain't really got a reason to be here, other than to make sure nothing bad happens to you. I'm Penelopy, by the way. You can call me Penny, though." The Xel'Naga said, crossing her arms as she looked back towards Mara. "Are you sure you don't need any help, though? I'm not very...knowledgable when it comes to medicines...but I'd be glad to help out anyway I can." She said with a solid nod.
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Asavar followed her down the hallway, his trench coat swishing around his ankles, and the soft pat of his saber against his thigh. The hall was nice, homely compared to the great cathedrals he had seen elsewhere but this temple was beautiful in its own way. The question caught him by surprise, and he debated on what to say, while she was a member of the clergy she was only a priestess and not given knowledge of the Inquisitions acts.
Very few knew of the Inquisitions acts, but most recognized the Inquisitional seal, showing who truly was an inquiistor, so thinking on his answer, he decided to tell the partial truth, he was an inquisitor so lying was something he was a master at, having trained years just to be the perfect liar, so speaking smoothly not missing a beat "I am a traveler, I suppose you could say I am on a pilgrimage of sorts. What about you?"
Very few knew of the Inquisitions acts, but most recognized the Inquisitional seal, showing who truly was an inquiistor, so thinking on his answer, he decided to tell the partial truth, he was an inquisitor so lying was something he was a master at, having trained years just to be the perfect liar, so speaking smoothly not missing a beat "I am a traveler, I suppose you could say I am on a pilgrimage of sorts. What about you?"
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Zoara nodded her head head with a smile, "A pilgrimage, that is not seen every day. I hope you find the moral significance that your searching for, although by the looks of it your doing quite a good job," She said considering the prayer she had heard him utter before. She didn't mull it over very much but took it into brief thought.
Tilting her head at his question a few light blonde strands of hair fell out from beneath her hood, "Me?" She asked thinking for a few moments, who was she? Not a lot came to mind so she told what did know, "I'm merely a Priestess for the True Mother in this Temple here." She said with a smile, "through serving the True Mother and helping people i've found my happiness."
Reaching a door near the end of the hallway she produced a ring of keys from her pocket and opened the door leading into the Library. It wasn't a large room but it was enough to hold some texts and scripts. Opening an unsealed crate in the corner of the room she blew out a bit of dust before carefully removing some books she smiled, "The texts that are needed to be sorted are right here," She said gesturing to them, "If you could help me put them in order of date that would be wonderful." The texts which needed to be sorted were mostly new so she knew there was nothing that needed to be specially put in any of the cabinets the older ones were required to be in.
Tilting her head at his question a few light blonde strands of hair fell out from beneath her hood, "Me?" She asked thinking for a few moments, who was she? Not a lot came to mind so she told what did know, "I'm merely a Priestess for the True Mother in this Temple here." She said with a smile, "through serving the True Mother and helping people i've found my happiness."
Reaching a door near the end of the hallway she produced a ring of keys from her pocket and opened the door leading into the Library. It wasn't a large room but it was enough to hold some texts and scripts. Opening an unsealed crate in the corner of the room she blew out a bit of dust before carefully removing some books she smiled, "The texts that are needed to be sorted are right here," She said gesturing to them, "If you could help me put them in order of date that would be wonderful." The texts which needed to be sorted were mostly new so she knew there was nothing that needed to be specially put in any of the cabinets the older ones were required to be in.
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Moon its dialogue, dialogue isn’t generally long as one usually can’t write a large piece of text with out a response when in a conversation with another person.
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Ok the Role-play is started feel free to make your introduction posts when you can.
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This Rp looks fantabulistastic...if that's a word. I shall submit my character shortly!
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Danke, my realm does seem interesting to people… as the only role-plays I make that are based in it are the only role-plays that seem to last.
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This Rp looks absolutely beautiful. I love the storyline and design of the empire, and cant wait to participate.
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"For the True Mother!"
Ok my character is up, feel free to post your character sheets, ask questions here, or send me a P.M. if you need a question answered.
Ok my character is up, feel free to post your character sheets, ask questions here, or send me a P.M. if you need a question answered.