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Adley Ambrosia
⌈"Pain means growth"⌋

⌈Species⌋
Venefici

⌈Age⌋
23

⌈Sexuality⌋
Heterosexual

⌈Appearance⌋
Adley stands at 5’4 and has a sculpted figure with a waist that is tapered and leads to long thin runner’s legs. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes that edged large icy blue eyes. Delicate ears framed a button nose, accented by high cheekbones. She has long, pale lavender hair, which is partially tied up in the back in a long bun and falls behind her shoulders while a strand falls between her icy blue eyes, and is parted on the left side of her head by a blue, star-shaped hair clip. She wears a white kimono with large sleeves and a long hem, and has a pale yellow-green obi wrapped around her waist which is attached to a large, pale purple bow on her back.

⌈Personality⌋
Adley is fiercely independent and persistent at some points it becomes ridiculous. She feels a desperate need to be in control almost constantly. Along with her need for control Adley has a fear of failure which she keeps hidden extremely well. Though Adley tends to come off as stubborn she is also very flexible, meaning she is able to re-survey any situation and take a different approach if necessary.
Underneath her cool exterior she has energies and emotions that are relentlessly flowing. She is constantly trying to understand her emotions through finding a deeper purpose in life. She deals with this by channeling them into useful activities, hobbies, and whatnot. She is very intuitive, but not as in a psychic sense, more as intuitive into the human mind, she has a great understanding of the mystery and the power of the consciousness.
All in all, Adley is very deep, intense person, there is always more than meets the eye. She presents a cool, detached and unemotional air to the world yet lying underneath is tremendous power, extreme strength, intense passion, and a strong will and a persistent drive.

⌈Equipment⌋
 Vials of her own blood that she uses for quick accessibility
 Various types of knives mostly used for obtaining herbs, but good for self defense
 Two white Odachi's that she inherited. One from each
parent.

⌈Abilities⌋
Adley is known for her connection with earth. She loves to make things grow, therefore most of her ‘contracts’ are with florae.

⌈Strengths⌋
 Adept at magic of all elements (favors earth)
o The most basic use of earth magic is its ability to reshape matter. Manipulate the structure of earth and stone, sculpting it like clay, although the substances she can affect are limited – She has trouble shaping worked stone or artificial building materials like brick and concrete, and metals are generally out.
o She can also extend her senses through solid substances, analyzing their composition or sensing vibrations with enough accuracy to navigate without sight.
o Growing florae for herbal remedies
o She can turn fabric, wood, metal, and even flesh into petrified stone
 Good with hand to hand, close combat due to constant practice
 Throwing daggers

⌈Weaknesses⌋
“Fear is not real. It is a product of thoughts you create. Danger is real, but fear is a choice.”
∞ Though fear is not something she believes in; she gives wide birth to most creatures Nominum
∞ She dreads failure the most out of everything
∞ She is prone to infections due to her cutting
∞ She weakens herself when she bleeds

⌈Home⌋
Adley lives in a small community of Bellatores where she owns an apothecary book store called Ambrosia’s Apothecary. She inherited it from her parents, who built the place from the ground up. She hides her true nature from the people of the town, not out of fear but out of need to be left alone.

⌈Relationships⌋
Acquaintances and regulars who come to her shop but no real friends to speak of.

⌈History⌋
Adley was raised in the same house that doubled as an apothecary just outside of a small town of Bellatores. Her parents forbade her to play with the children of the town for fear she might bleed and reveal her true nature. Growing up as secluded as she was she found peace in gardening and books, the two passions of her parents…though still she yearned for more. As time passed she became more and more frustrated with her parents, unsatisfied with her loneliness. Adley’s one wish was to make friends. On her 17st birthday the quiet defiance she held against her parents came to a boiling eruption. Her last words to her parents where cruel and belligerent as she slammed her door in their faces. That night she woke to the roar of an inferno. She made her way through the smoke down the stairs and to her parents’ bedroom. She opened their door and was thrown back by the flame. Adley tried to save her parents but there was no hope, when she reached them they lay unbreathing. In her grief she buried herself in growing herbs in the back yard of a small abandoned cottage. Years passed, gardening and poorly written novels took over her life as she worked to save enough money to rebuild the Apothecary.

⌈Theme Song⌋
"I Am The Fire"
Lyrics
Am I brave enough?
Am I strong enough?
To follow the desire
That burns from within
To push away my fear
To stand where I'm afraid
I am through with this
Cuz I am more than this
I promise to myself
Alone and no one else
My flame is rising higher

I am the fire
I am burning brighter
Roaring like a storm
And I am the one I've been waiting for
Screaming like a siren
Alive and burning brighter
I am the fire

I've been sacrificed
My Hearts been cauterized
Hanging on to hope
Shackled by the ghost
Of what I once believed
That I could never be
What's right in front of me?

I am the fire
I am burning brighter
Roaring like a storm
And I am the one I've been waiting for
Screaming like a siren
Alive and burning brighter
I am the fire

I don't believe I'll fall from grace
Won't let the past decide my fate
Leave forgiveness in my wake
Take the love that I've embraced

I promise to myself, me and no one else
I am more than this
I am the fire...

I am the fire
I am burning brighter
Roaring like a storm
And I am the one I've been waiting for
Screaming like a siren
Alive and burning brighter
I am the fire
I am the fire
I am the fire
I am the fire
I am the fire
I am the fire
I am the fire

So begins...

Adley Ambrosia's Story

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#2016-01-26 07:12:39, as written by Cheru-Chu

The flowers were in full bloom all throughout Nominum. It was midday yet the sun was nowhere to be seen and the moon, naught but a sliver in the sky, was the only celestial light to be found. However, the town below the silver light did not suffer from darkness since massive flames danced through its streets.

Seeing as it was midday, it should be no surprise that the town was buzzing with life as numerous Bellatores flitted back and forth between ignited buildings. Actually, despite being a modest Bellatore town, it generally hummed with activity just as vigorous as this everyday around this time. Although, perhaps the fact the buildings were alight was rather unusual. And the typical white-noise consisting of friendly commercial chatter that one could hear every afternoon did sound a little more like a chorus of hell-raising shrieks than it rightly should.

And that roar and snarl, which most certainly originated from a fearsome Talpas or two, was likely out of place in what should have been a peaceful afternoon in this homely Bellatore town.

Unfortunately, Talpas don’t particularly care much about pacific routines and cause a bloody ruckus whenever they please, and as it happens causing one such ruckus in this unlucky town certainly pleased these two particular mythic beasts, the silver Chimera and Ichneumon. It wasn’t necessarily that these poor Bellatore folk had done something to upset the two creatures. Honestly, this was probably a first encounter for both parties. It’s just, the Chimera had the rather unusual hobby of breathing fire on random building or simply tearing them down just for the fun of it (hearing the screams of those trapped inside, was undeniably an added benefit), and the Ichneumon was simply taking advantage of the chaotic situation to taste a little Bellatore flesh (not that rare of a delicacy admittedly and certainly not comparable to dragon intestines, but palatable nonetheless).

Another howl echoed into the darkness of the day, as the Chimera set his sights on yet another structure. The beast couldn’t read the language of the insignificant insects whose homes he was currently demolishing, but if he could he might have discovered this building was an Apothecary. Or it was an Apothecary. As it were it, it was now merely kindled rubble that likely was an excellent medicinal addition to an otherwise formerly lovely town. Although quite obviously the Chimera really didn’t care about such pleasant things, instead its ram head knocked the neighboring building down, the lion head’s teeth discovered a fatty albeit annoyingly loud piece of meat, and it’s snake tail breathed a little more fire on the rubble that was an Apothecary just for good measure.

It was just an ordinary day in Nominum, which was now beginning to come to a close. The flowers were starting to whither, which meant night was approaching and fortunately for the surviving remnants of the town, the sun was rising on the horizon. Everyone knows that Talpas weren’t too fond of sunlight, or any light, and as the evening’s first sunrise came the monsters went – hopefully not to return.

Unfortunately, though nightfall had come rest did not follow for the weary townsfolk. There were still fires to be put out and corpses or what remained of corpses that needed to be dealt with accordingly all through out the little city. So by the time the sun had fully illuminated the horrific scene that was once a lovely place to live, most everyone had set to work grieving over lost family and lost houses. More so the former – well probably.

Strange occurrences are so common in Nominum that, frankly speaking, they aren’t so strange. Therefore, initially when a very out-of-place man and his entourage wandered into the ashen ruins, few paid him any mind.

He was dressed in fine cloth and adorned with silk and gold, and he didn’t dirty his feet by walking upon the bloody scene. There was no need. He had a fine steed to carry him, and in case of poor weather a covered carriage – also of optimal quality. Besides his feet were likely worth more than any of the remains, building or body, to be found here, why would he ever soil them and subsequently lower their value? Oh, but he did suppose he’d have to. Rather, he must. To achieve that goal which was of profound importance he’d need to play a humbler role, a kinder role than the one he was accustomed to. He would have to be a friend to the hurting people.

With a smile he championed his disgust and climbed to the ground, making rounds with his entourage, which consisted of a fair blonde-haired and blue-eyed prophetess – an Aruspex to be sure – and two male Bellatores. Or at least they seemed to be Bellatores, perhaps they were one of the other less identifiable species? Sometimes it was so difficult to tell. Nonetheless, the three cronies, the horse, and the carriage loyally followed the well-dressed man as he walked through the town. While he did so he offered to the plethora of victims medicinal ointments, which he just so conveniently had prepared, and empathetic tears and cries of anguish.

By the time the plants had died and sprouted again, signaling the beginning of a new day, he’d already weaseled his way into the hearts of the survivors by playing the role of a kind-hearted extra, but now it was time to take center stage. By design, the survivors of the Talpas calamity had gathered in the center of their ruined city, with this mysterious man at their heart. With a voice loud enough to almost match the roars of the two monstrous Talpas, he spoke to those who had gathered.

Some were travelers, who’d had the good fortune to arrive after the catastrophe, some were wanderers who had not been so lucky, but the most unfortunate among them were those whose home was here. But, they’d all receive the same call to arms from this far too helpful, outlandishly rich, wandering man who most certainly had absolutely no ulterior motives whatsoever.

“Many of you here have lost a great deal in these last twenty-four hours. Homes, family, livelihoods. And for that you have my sympathy and my respect because those of you here survived. You fought through the terror that ravaged your homes and now get to live another day.”

A soft murmur reverberated through the crowd as survivors hummed in approval or whimpered in grievance, but despite the latter he continued, “You will rebuild, host burials, perhaps even erect a memorial so that you’ll always remember, but eventually you’ll all return to your peaceful lives filled with smiles, thriving commerce, and the laughter of children. And what a wonderful day that will be.”

This time, the murmur grew a little louder and more jovial, more hopeful. From the younger more rambunctious male members of the crowd there even arose scattered cheers of affirmation, but still he continued, “Until the Talpas, the monsters of the dark, return and lay waste to that peace again.”

Deathly silence. Hope cut off at the knees. Somewhere a man shouted out half in anger half in despair, “But what can we do!?” Throughout the audience similar cries echoed – all reaffirming the fact that they could not, would not fight back against the monsters of lore.

The soft ringing voice of the female Aruspex interrupted the panicked audience. It was gentle, alluring even and soon all was silent while she spoke, “I think you all know what can be done. You’ve heard the rumors.”

Another whisper from the crowd, “The Book.”

“But it’s just a rumor!” Someone else retaliated, “And even if it weren’t what could any of us do! I’m just a farmer! You’re a peddler! We’d never make it anywhere near the damned thing!”

Again the alluring voice interrupted, “I’ve seen it. I know it to exist,” she paused a moment to allow the news to fester, “And if you can’t make it…hire someone who can.”

“With what!? Even if we pool what little money we have left, it wouldn’t be enough to tempt anyone to venture on such a journey!” The same farmer countered.

The well dressed, mysteriously out of place, suspicious man once again stepped forward while motioning to the two maybe-Bellatores behind him. Upon his signal the two men lifted a coffin-sized case out of the carriage and dropped it before their employer, who then opened it revealing a mountain of gold, which immediately stirred the crowd.

“I too want nothing more than to see the Talpas reign of terror end. Pool your funds with mine and together we will offer a reward great enough to make kings and queens of any men or women who can close that nightmarish Book and bring it back to me, as evidence of their deed.”

A buzz rippled through the crowd. This was possible, with this strange man’s aid they could do it. They could put an end to this never-ending cycle of disaster. “What say you?”

Almost unanimously a thunderous, “Aye!” rang through the gathered Bellatores.

The man smiled a strange smile, it wasn’t one of satisfaction – not yet anyway, but it was getting there, and there was something strangely content albeit unnatural about the upturned corners of his lips, they curled too much, drew too far back, but among so many happy, determined, and satisfied faces, no one would notice such a small thing as a strange smile. “In that case, spread the word! Tell everyone who is able that the greatest reward goes to the one who brings back that book!”

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#2016-01-27 04:01:33, as written by Polarisbear12

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Ezra LeFalle

❝I will fight for those who cannot ❞

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It really was just like any other day spent outside. The flowers were in full bloom and there was just the smallest trace of the moon. Fire rampaged through the village, consuming everything in its path. Just like the two Talpas that were also running amok. . . . On second thought maybe it wasn’t just another outing. The screams of hysteria were clearly originating from this once peaceful town, along with the bellows from the Talpas that caused the frenzied movements and screeching. Men, women and children alike ran about, trying their best to avoid the monstrous beings as well as save their homes from the burning fires. Upon closer inspection there was but a single head that wasn’t screaming itself off to who knows where. That one particular head belonged to a young man by the name of Ezra LeFalle. A fellow Bellatore who saw nothing but people who needed saving and so he went about rescuing people from the destruction the Talpas were currently making.

One act of heroism nearly resulted in the poor lad in losing his other eye to the Ichneumon. The damn thing lost a potential meal but it’s attention was taken by another screaming fellow, who just so happened to be a lot more plump than the woman Ezra had saved. The young man didn’t really know where to start. He really didn’t. While he was able to save one person from the jaws of a Talpas, another succumbed to the fire that the other threw out from it’s snake tail and the people really weren’t helping. He’d go to help a group only for them to run off screaming again and into the muscled arms of a Talpa. They just don’t know how to sit still do they? Don’t get me wrong, Erza loves to save people's lives, it’s what makes him, well him. But when the very people you’re trying to save keep getting themselves . . . unsaved, well even for Ezra that can make a person tired. Pausing just long enough to survey the ongoing damage, the redhead saw a child screaming at what was presumed to be her home. The very image made the self-proclaimed knight cringe, for the child's mother was trapped inside the flaming house. He knew that if he were to go save the woman, he’d no doubt damage his lungs even more but he really didn’t care at the moment. Someone needed his help, and while they weren’t calling for it, he felt obligated to go.

He rushed off towards the girl, just barely dodging the stream of flames the chimera decided to throw his way. “Please keep it to yourself!” Ezra knew yelling at the silver creature would do nothing but it certainly made him feel a little better. Upon reaching the girl, Ezra pulled out Schwarze Ritter, the baby daddy of the two swords he carried. The situation definitely called for the big guy but it seemed the sight of such a large sword scared the small girl. He ignored her however and swung Schwarze Ritter with all his might at the barricaded door. The blasted thing caved in from the sheer weight of the blow. With a second swing of his sword, the barricade finally gave in, revealing a mother who just moments ago believed she was done for. Seeing Ezra stand there with his sword hoisted over his shoulder, along with the flames at his back, truly made Ezra seem like the gallant knight he aimed to be. The mother called out to her daughter, embracing her when the two met. She turned around to thank the mysterious young man but he had already run off to save someone else.

It definitely seemed to have taken eons but the two Talpas’s rampage finally came to an end. A very much needed end when you think about it. Ezra plopped down on the ground, holding Blasse Dame close to his chest. Over the course of the event he had switched to the sleek and prettier sword to fend of attacks from the Talpas. The poor knight was covered in bruises, scrapes, cuts, not to mention all the sweat that had accumulated during the whole ordeal. Wiping his brother with his already drenched handkerchief, yes knights do carry them, Ezra surveyed the scene before him. Many of the fires had already either been put out by Bellatores or had consumed everything in sight and died off on their own. The fire left nothing but skeletons and charred remains of what had once been a bustling city. With a heavy sigh, he stood back up to, once again, help the people now that he had gotten himself patched up.

For the most part Ezra just walked around, asking if his help was needed, and for the remaining part he just joined in without being asked to. The Bellatores were thankful for the help and some of them recognized him as the crazy fool who defied the Talpas when they tried to get a meal. Some patted him on the back while others just called him crazy. Ezra couldn’t really argue about the crazy part as he too wondered if he was crazy sometimes. He mostly helped out with the hard labour, leaving his heavy belted armour in the hands of the mother and child he had saved earlier. His trust in them may have been a little misguided but he had some faith that they wouldn’t just run off with their saviours things and sell it. In truth, Ezra didn’t care if he lost the armour. As long as he had his two blades he was perfectly fine although losing his armour would still make his heart ache. His beloved teacher had made them just for him after all.

In thinking this, Ezra’s mind wandered off to the past but the sound of a horse's hooves hitting the scorched cobble stones caught his attention. Of all the things he was expecting, a horse and subsequent entourage wasn’t one of them. With a curious quirk of his brow, Ezra, like the rest of the villagers, gathered at the center of the city. Ezra had never encountered such a well dressed man before and he most certainly never a prophetess, at least that’s what some of the others were saying. In all his travels, Ezra had only ever met fellow Bellatores. He wasn’t sure if he was lucky or if he just didn’t have the sense to meet the other species in Nominum. He listened while the mysterious fancy man spoke, saying something about rebuilding and burials. None of that really caught his attention surprisingly. They were things that he knew were going to happen regardless of whether the fancy guy preached about it. The cries from the other Bellatores did however catch his attention. Now listening with the intent to actually digest the words being spoken, Ezra’s face seemed to light up at the mention of The Book. The very idea of going off an adventure to get it made him pretty excited about it. Even with money involved, Ezra didn’t care. As long as he could help out the people, in this case the entire population of Nominum, he was perfectly fine. When he thought more on this, he knew that going on his own probably won’t help much which would explain why the fancy man was using money as an incentive.

“In that case, spread the word! Tell everyone who is able that the greatest reward goes to the one who brings back that book!”

This last cry got the crowd all excited. It even got Ezra excited as his own voice joined the chorus of “Ayes”. Laughing to himself, Ezra went to check on his things. It’d definitely be a pain if he lost his armor but he would definitely be heartbroken if his beloved blades were stolen. He smiled and thanked the mother and girl, gathering up the armor and the blades. With his swords on his back and armor in his arms, he didn’t feel like putting it on yet, Ezra approached the fancy man and the three that accompanied him. “I hear you guys need a he-someone?” Making sure not to say hero. For some reason people hated that word. Well the people he came across anway. He smiled at the group, a bit unsure on what to do now that he showed his interest in this mission.

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#2016-01-30 06:43:01, as written by emotionless

Adley Ambrosia

“Come on little fella, you can do it.” Adley whispered, her voice like a gentle breeze, as she kneaded the soil in her garden behind her chalet, urging the herbs to grow. Her agrimony bloomed and a soft smile touched her petal pink lips in appreciation for her success.

She sighed with contentment as her arctic blue eyes roamed around her allotment of earth. The only light came from the shard of the moon directly above. This was her preferred kind of day, unobtrusive yet full of activity. She stood, brushing the earth from her delicate frame, and inhaled deeply. She was met with the succulent scent of blossoming buds…and smoke?

A moment of sheer terror burned its way through her as she had a flash back to the last inferno she faced. Panic clawed at her throat and froze her to the spot as flames danced in her memories. She caught site of her blooming agrimony and let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. It was not only known for its use in balancing emotions and enhanced healing, but also in banishing fear.

Shaking off her dread and steeling herself she walked towards the front of her cottage. She could hear the faint sound of roars, and screams of terror. On the horizon she could see the town she sold her herbs at was painted red and orange. She knew immediately, even at full speed on foot, she would never make it on time to aid in defending the pitiable beings. In the distance she saw the sun coming up and knew with very little peace, that the carnage would be over soon as Talpas where not fond of the sun.

Aldey gathered her scattered thoughts and entered her cottage in a hurry. She may not be able to defend them but she hoped to at least be able to help clean up some of the damage and maybe heal some injuries. She pulled out some of the vials of blood she kept for emergencies and slid them into her kimono pockets. She hurried around her cottage to find the necessary herbs and slid them into a small pouch. Adley gathered her two Odachi's and secured them to her back before locking the door and exiting her home.

Setting off at a brusque pace she started on the path headed through the woods towards the town. Deadly silence made her nervous and she ran, keeping her eyes and ears open for any signs of danger. She heard a snap of a twig to her left and came to an abrupt halt, twisting and pulling out one of her Odachi's, ready to take one whatever dared come at her. Her heavy panting from the exertion of running met with silence. All she heard was her own beating heart. She held stock still and scanned the surrounding area, but found no movement…yet she got the distinct impression of someone, or something watching her. After a moment she brushed off the sensation. There was no time to linger, there where people in need.

She came to the village in time to help put out many of the fires and use some of her herbal remedies to heal some of the burned, and bless the dead. Hours of labor nearly brought her to her knees in exhaustion. When the townsfolk where called to arms by the well dress man, Adley trudged along silently.

“Many of you here have lost a great deal in these last twenty-four hours. Homes, family, livelihoods. And for that you have my sympathy and my respect because those of you here survived. You fought through the terror that ravaged your homes and now get to live another day.”

Adley was surprised to find his voice grated on her nerves. It was strange but this man rubbed her the wrong way.

“Until the Talpas, the monsters of the dark, return and lay waste to that peace again.”
The man continued unrelenting. That captured her attention. He was frightening these poor people…but he was not mistaken. She knew too well what Talpas were capable of.

“But what can we do!?” A willow thin man to her left cried out his face contorted in ire and dread ringing in his voice.

“I think you all know what can be done. You’ve heard the rumors.” The ethereal woman standing to the man said, her voice smooth and enthralling. Adley tipped her head in curiosity, examining the woman. Her attention was drawn back to the throng as she heard whispers of the book. Of course she had heard rumors of the Book, but she wasn’t sure she believed them. Then again many unbelievable things existed in Nominum.

“I too want nothing more than to see the Talpas reign of terror end. Pool your funds with mine and together we will offer a reward great enough to make kings and queens of any men or women who can close that nightmarish Book and bring it back to me, as evidence of their deed.” The man said. The crowd hailed and she watched silently. She considered the pros and cons of the situation. She could stand to make some money to rebuild her parents Apothecary.

‘…and how hard could it be to find a mythical, untraceable book that hasn’t been seen or heard from in god knows how long?’ She thought as she stood. She hesitated to approach the man though she was slightly interested in in the proposition. She from a distance as man with spiky blood red hair, some of which fell over his right eye. She noted his eyes where the same shade of brilliant red as his hair, and they seemed to glow with excitement at the prospect of the adventure. As she watched him she listened to their conversation. Rude? Yes, extremely. Effective in gleaning information so she didn’t have to have contact with the man who made her uncomfortable? Also yes.

“I hear you guys need a he-someone?” The newcomer said. Adley bit back a smile as she listened. She wasn’t sure if he was indicating that they needed a man for the job or if he was trying not to call himself a hero. She waited wordlessly for their response, hoping to garner some facts without being detected.

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#2016-02-02 07:46:30, as written by Cheru-Chu

A waiting game. That was what would follow their call to arms; that was what was expected by the curious party still located in the center of the throng of hopeful people. The blue-eyed enchantress, or rather prophetess, eyed the crowd – her all seeing eyes scanning for one who could be of particular use. Someone with immense courage and the ability to back that foolish personality trait up. Oh did I say foolish? My mistake – not foolish, but rare and in high demand. Unfortunately, as it happened many of the courageous ones were among the first to go in this dog eat dog, and monster eat whatever’s left over world, which only increased its value.

The fair woman watched the people leave, some to continue cleaning the remnants of the now destroyed town others to gather the funds for the reward. Yet, despite the hope in the air she was perhaps the only one not smiling. Such a contrary display really didn’t suit her tastes and she felt no desire to fake one as her employer did. She wasn’t being paid to act. Simply to inform.

If she thought for a moment anyone would actually be able to find the Book, perhaps she’d be as hopeful as the easily convinced fools surrounding her. However, even her formidable eyes failed to map out its exact location. All she could see was a chamber within a colossal tree, a tree that Talpas seemed to emerge from endlessly. Needless to say, she had no plans of going and she had little hope that any with such plans would find the book, leastwise get anywhere near the damned thing.

Of course, that isn’t to say she doesn’t want someone to succeed. Of course she does. Everyone wanted peace for themselves and their posterity, and she was no exception, although admittedly she wasn’t at all concerned for her descendants, children were little more than messy, loud-mouthed nuisances (something she’d noted many times throughout her travels), which she wouldn’t be caught dead with.

Bright red entered her field of vision and her eyes flashed. A young Bellatore carrying strangely bottom-heavy armor, which she couldn’t quite imagine the purpose for, and an arrangement of bladed weaponry had approached her group. She clicked her tongue soundlessly; she hadn’t seen him in the crowd earlier due to his rather young countenance; how careless of her – it was her task to see such things after all.

Within moments the young man spoke up and she internally grimaced. She had no desire to deal with any of the would-be heroes that would attempt to take up this quest, that is a task better left to her employer anyhow. ” I hear you guys need a he-someone?”

With a reaction time that would make any warrior worth his salt envious, the man whom she served paused in his actions and turned to face the younger Bellatore warrior. Even as he spoke to the red-headed warrior, the prophetess still noted that strange, little smile continuing to play on his lips “No. Not just us. This entire world is in need of someone to free it. But of course, you knew this already. That is the reason why you’ve stepped forward, is it not Mr…?”

The suspiciously rich, mysterious man with the strange smile and coffin of gold eyed the young combatant, as though he were appraising his intention – or perhaps his worth (who could tell really?). Meanwhile, the golden-haired prophetess glanced back into the crowd. She could sense it. As someone who spent so much time watching others, she knew when she was being watched, and low and behold her cerulean eyes met those of another young woman standing a slight distance away, though not quite out of earshot. The prophetess supposed she could call the woman out, but that simply seemed so much like such a drab, arduous thing to do that she decided against the notion and averted her gaze back towards the nearby happenings.

Her mysterious, currently uncharacteristically social employer was speaking once again, “Correct me if I have misunderstood your intent, but you wish to take on the challenge. So if I may, I’ll first applaud your courage,” his strange smile dissipated for a moment, “but it’s only fair to warn you, this is no easy task and not one to be endeavored alone.

“Moreover, though my prophetess,” who visibly cringed at the use of the possessive pronoun, mind you, “has seen the book, not even she with all her power can derive its precise location. Only one who has been to its source can locate it, and only Talpas have been.

“Your challenge is two-fold, for first you must extract the information from a Talpas who can give it. Then you must either tear your way through legions of beasts or attempt to evade them as you approach the final stop on you quest.” As he spoke, this unusually unusual man observed the Bellatore, gauging his reaction, testing for weakness, measuring his confidence, deciding whether he would be a useful ~~tool~~ ~~toy~~, err, hero. Yes, hero. That would do well as a deceptive nom de guerre.

“So then…now knowing all that I’ve told you. Will you still choose to walk the path of this needed someo- no, rather this needed hero?”

White silence fell.

It was a vast blanket that sheltered the earth and horizon in its lingering tender quiet.

It was easy for the lonely, swaddled woman to welcome the tranquil splendor that a snowflake brought with it. Despite the chill it laid upon her exposed skin, each new crystalline acquaintance was a companion that warmed her soul in its soothing embrace. She might have named every flake if time allowed, but the lives of her new friends were fleeting and she was continually and swiftly abandoned. Every moment, every second yet another companion joined the ranks of those stolen away by the sultry lure of death, leaving behind only the ghost of a memory.

But Zayna’s senses were long since too numb to feel the frozen embrace of isolation, lonesomeness, and abandonment.

Rather instead, this iciness was a relief. The muted, monochrome canvas offered a moment of clarity to her chaotic mind. Therefore she did not linger inside any of the empty buildings that littered the lifeless landscape. Instead, she lay face down in the epicenter of the blizzard and ghost town.

Her cheek rested on one forearm while her tired gaze focused on her outstretched hand and the melting flakes that had the misfortune to fall into its grasp. Her hair was speckled with white and gripping her exposed skin with its dampness, though she hardly paid it any mind. The white wings upon her lower back rested listlessly against the damp, ragged, and meager trousers she was wearing and blended perfectly well with the still snow that veiled her body, though the occasional flex of her feathered limbs made the veil pirouette and scatter from time to time. Her staple quilt lay pooled and forgotten beneath her torso doing nothing to shield her exposed back from the cold sting of the natural snowy sheet forming atop her but protecting her equally exposed front from the harsh soil beneath her.

Today was a good day. It was a silent day. Not only were her surrounding quiet but the Talpas within her remained at peace as well. It was a welcome change – a welcome relief from his usual raucous demeanor. There was no current need to be on edge and prepared to combat her own mind. Now she could simply rest, rest and recover so that once the snow has melted and the silence has ceased she was ready again for the endless battle.

That being said, this void masquerading as a former Bellatore village was always hushed. The dilapidated buildings hosted no life of any kind, besides herself; not even animals ventured into this quiet place even though it should have made the perfect nest.

She supposed that was her fault.

Animals could smell death even in its smallest quantities and did all they could to avoid it. And Talpas reeked of death. As long as she remained here, sharing her body and mind with this murderous thing, animals would flee.

A soft sigh slipped through her lips and her languid eyes closed. When was the last time she’d heard a bird’s song? It must have been years by now, she was certain it had been years by now. What she wouldn’t give to hear the provocation of the mockingbird, the distant howl of the wolf, or the soft scratch of squirrels crawling against the trees. Those creatures still lived in this world, right?

Damned Talpas. Her outstretched hand closed, clenching vehemently down on the recent flake that had misguidedly taken refuge there.

One day, she didn’t know when, but one day, she’d be rid of this plague upon her. That was her hope, her sweet dream that took up arms against the overwhelming militia of nightmares. She never wondered if this chimerical hero could win this war against so many horrific enemies – then again she couldn’t let it lose. Without this dream – unfounded though it may be – she’d never have the strength to continue living, to overcome the delusions cast upon her, or merely to smile.

Hope.

It was her indispensable anesthetic.

Without it, no matter how numb she was already she’d never be numb enough to deal with her solitary torture. And it wasn’t just hers. Hope was the world-wide anesthetic for all those who suffer. Unfortunately, there didn’t always seem to be enough to go around. Unlike animals, people couldn’t so freely sense the death that lingered around her; they could not discern the existence of the Talpas within her so they came and went. And she’d seen so many who’ve run out of the drug, hope. They’d come to her for a quick fix that she wouldn’t give, an undeserved feather or a show of pity. But, her feathers though amazing, couldn’t heal their desolate souls. And compassion, though comforting, can only go so far. What they needed was a light to guide their way – something she could not be for anyone but herself.

Somehow she was grateful that the Talpas called Dybbuk had come to her and not some other. The past can’t be changed so easily, but given the opportunity, she wouldn’t change it. There were too few who could combat the Dybbuk as she could, it would do no good to bestow it upon any other. Besides, one cannot hope while they linger on the past.

So here while she lay in the snow, she’ll hope and dwell on what or whom the future may bring.

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#2016-02-05 04:02:06, as written by emotionless

Adley Ambrosia

“No. Not just us. This entire world is in need of someone to free it. But of course, you knew this already. That is the reason why you’ve stepped forward, is it not Mr…?” The man who made her slightly uncomfortable paused briefly for a moment before continuing with a fraudulent charm that rubbed her wrong. “Correct me if I have misunderstood your intent, but you wish to take on the challenge. So if I may, I’ll first applaud your courage, but it’s only fair to warn you, this is no easy task and not one to be endeavored alone. Moreover, though my prophetess has seen the book, not even she with all her power can derive its precise location. Only one who has been to its source can locate it, and only Talpas have been. Your challenge is two-fold, for first you must extract the information from a Talpas who can give it. Then you must either tear your way through legions of beasts or attempt to evade them as you approach the final stop on you quest.” The gentleman said.

Adley, having gleaned all the information she assumed she would, she drifted back away from the crowd feeling slightly claustrophobic. She knew the female, the prophetess, had seen her, and that made her uncomfortable though she could not pinpoint why. Maybe it was because in large, people generally did not notice her. She thought of the details of the expedition she had gotten. The quest sounded impossible, and yet compelling. She meandered around the village her mind nomadic. Was the challenge, the money, worth the risk?

Adley paused, coming to her wits as she stopped in front of a familiar pile of debris. Her eyes took in the disaster as she felt shards of pain in her chest. She had a brief flash of a memory:

Sunlight warmed her face as she ran around the garden, giggling. A root caught her foot and the ground came up to meet her suddenly. Pain seared in her hand, deep-sea blue blood swelled from the scrape on her limb.

Then two hands, large and calloused from work…yet tender as they caressed her face and wiped her eyes. In her minds she could see a large form that blocked out the sun. He brushed off the dirt and hugged her, protecting her from the world. She could remember the earthy scent that came from him, her father. The deep rumble of his voice that made her feel safe…

The temperate whisper of her mother’s voice soothing the pain without even touching it. Gentle lips brushed her wound, and she caught the smell of lilacs and love...the smell of her mother. Light made a halo around her mother’s head showing her to be the angel she was.

‘…was.’ The word reverberated through her head. She missed them so much it hurt. Her heart squeezed as she examined the rubble that once was the Apothecary, and her child hood home. She realized that tears fell from her face as she touched one of the charred walls.

Determination, like a bitter wind, blew through her hardening her resolve. She needed the money to rebuild the Apothecary in her parent’s honor. Now she just needed to figure out where to start.

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#2016-02-09 05:05:44, as written by Polarisbear12

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Ezra LeFalle

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Even with the distance, Ezra could feel eyes on him. The feeling didn’t bother him much but he was curious as to who it was that watched him from afar. Regardless he had other things to preoccupy his thoughts with. Red orbs fix themselves on the face of the fancy man. His eyes were startlingly clear which was surprising since they were often clouded. The young Bellatore gave the man a crooked smile, awaiting his response. “No. Not just us. This entire world is in need of someone to free it. But of course, you knew this already. That is the reason why you’ve stepped forward, is it not Mr…?” Almost at once Ezra swelled with a sense of pride at the idea of everyone relying on him. He could potentially save every single person in Nominum if he finds the book they’re talking about. It certainly wasn’t every day that such a responsibility was laid upon your shoulders.

Catching the last bit as the fancy man’s attempt at earning his name, Ezra perked up a bit. “LeFalle, Ezra LeFalle at your service.” Ezra even bent at the waist with one hand out to the side as he bowed low. It was something he had been taught to do years ago but it had never occurred to him that how low you bent over was determined by the persons rank. Even if Ezra knew this piece of information, he wouldn’t have known how low to bend since he didn’t know this man’s rank. His bloody red eyes rose up again in search of the fancy man’s face. A look of content settled on his face at having introduced himself. He focused in on the fancy man as he continued to speak. “Correct me if I have misunderstood your intent, but you wish to take on the challenge. So if I may, I’ll first applaud your courage, but it’s only fair to warn you, this is no easy task and not one to be endeavored alone.”

“I do indeed and thank you.” A small smile appeared but it turned into a serious one as the young red head continued to listen to what was being said to him. He wondered just how dangerous this task could be. Ezra was smart enough to know that it was nothing close to the level of overthrowing a tyrant. “Thank you for the warning sir. I appreciate your consideration.” He bowed his head slightly while his eyes quickly glanced over to who he assumed was the prophetess.

“Moreover, though my prophetess has seen the book, not even she with all her power can derive its precise location. Only one who has been to its source can locate it, and only Talpas have been. Your challenge is two-fold, for first you must extract the information from a Talpas who can give it. Then you must either tear your way through legions of beasts or attempt to evade them as you approach the final stop on you quest.”

For the most part, Ezra’s face remained slack but his eyes said a different story. If anything his eyes burned even brighter at the idea of meeting a challenge. The idea of having to encounter a Talpas for the information was made him a bit weary but not enough to douse the adventurous flame in him. Now that the fancy man had finished, Erza was getting excited.

“So then…now knowing all that I’ve told you. Will you still choose to walk the path of this needed someo- no, rather this needed hero?”

He took a deep breathe in, realizing a bit too late that it was a mistake. Ezra was able to hold back the worst part of the cough but he coughed nonetheless, making it seem like he was clearing his throat. “Of course! The goal of it all is what makes it all worth it don’t you think?” Unlike most, Ezra wasn’t talking about the heaps of money that the fancy man had. The bellatore was more concerned with the safety of the people of this world as well as the safety of his sister, wherever she may be. “Now I know I will need help, can’t deny that, but who would be willing to join me?” His words weren’t so much a question to himself as it was to the crowd around him. He didn’t face them but he was, in a way, speaking to them. Hopefully someone would join this righteous cause.

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#2016-02-11 05:13:01, as written by emotionless

Adley Ambrosia

Her mission on her mind and her backbone steeled with the need, not only for revenge against any and all Talpas, but also with the need to rebuild her broken life she headed back into the main square, prepared to accept the mission.

“Now I know I will need help, can’t deny that, but who would be willing to join me?” A masculine voice rose above the throng.

Adley searched the crowd for the owner, people shifted as she passed, parting like a sea of fish for a shark. She spotted the scarlet haired gentleman who had accepted the assignment previously.

She examined him for a moment. He seemed honest enough in his excitement for the mission, and his excitement seemed to infect the people around him. Whispers broke out among the crowd but none stepped forward.

He also appeared to be resilient. She had seen him fighting earlier but only briefly. She hesitated momentarily before she approached him, her back rigid and head held high in confidence.

“I will join you.” She said as she bowed at the waist, some stray strands of her pale lavender hair falling around her face. She avoided eye contact with the extravagant aristocrat and the lady he called his prophetess because they made her uncomfortable.

“Adley Ambrosia at your service.” She said straightening, as she watched his reaction for any signs of doubt he might have regarding her joining the journey. She knew she didn’t look like much warrior wise, but she also knew she was the only one offering her assistance at this point.

“I am willing and ready to join your mission.” She said her voice ringing clearly, silencing the crowd, as she brushed her hair out of her face and waited patiently for his reply.

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#2016-02-17 16:08:21, as written by Polarisbear12

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Ezra LeFalle

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The young man could feel the excitement thicken in air which only added to his own. No one stepped forwards however many whispered amongst themselves. He understood that this mission would be dangerous, even for him although he wouldn't be arrogant enough to go at it alone. That would just bring about his demise. The same could be said of the townspeople. His foggy red orbs scanned the crowd as best he could. There weren't a lot of people who could step up to the plate and it was rather obvious from how Ezra kept having to save them. They weren't particularly smart either when it came to common sense when being under attack. From previous experiences, he understood quite clearly that the people of Nominum weren't suited for battle except for a few handfuls of people.

In knowing this, Ezra was actually a little surprised when someone stepped through the crowd. Scarlet orbs watched her as she approached them, doing his best not to squint and give away just how terrible his eyesight really was. "I will join you." His head snapped towards her actual position and he smiled. Ezra returned the bow, nearly head butting her due to a slight miscalculation of the actual distance between the two. He hoped she or anyone else watching noticed this fumble but that didn't quite matter at the moment. "Adely Ambrosia at your service." Another smile graced his face and he offered the woman his hand, again miscalculating the distance. "Ezra LeFalle. Pleased to make your acquaintance." Whether she returned the handshake or not, it wouldn't phase him in the least. In the event that she did, he could feel how soft and fragile her hand felt compared to his own callused grip.

Now that she was closer though, he could make out her appearance better. She was a rather pretty woman, young looking too but he couldn't tell you her age. He took note of her choice of attire. It wouldn't exactly be ideal for their journey but if she had been here during the Talpas attack then she should know how to move in them. Adley also had a faint scent of herbs. It was a welcoming aroma but it also brought with it a bit of nostalgia from his younger days. His mother and sister smelled like herbs and it was a familiar scent. Ezra visibly relaxed around Adely and he smiled again. "I am willing and ready to join your mission." Her voice was clear and Ezra didn't doubt her intentions in the least.

Standing taller, Ezra inhaled deeply and then exhaled. "Then let us be on our way!" The previously silenced crowd then cheered. Ezra took it all in stride and began to walk away when he realized something. He had no idea of which direction he was supposed to go in. Turning back around, he gave the rich man and the prophetess a sheepish smile and asked them for directions. Shortly afterwards, Ezra and his new companion were again on their way. The prophetess told them to head in the direction of a set of mountains to the east of the town. If Ezra had his old vision he would have seen the mountains in the distance but when he looked in the direction that the prophetess pointed out to him, Ezra could just barely see a couple of large lumps that rose out of the horizon.

As they excited the outskirts of the town, the self proclaimed knight looked at Adley. "So what made you decide to join Ms. Ambrosia? I don't mean to offend you but you don't seem like a fighter type. I'm sure the benefits of coming with far outweigh the risks." Curiosity sparked in his red eyes and his tone was light. If they were to travel together, they might as well get to know each other a little better.

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#2016-02-19 05:22:48, as written by emotionless

Adley Ambrosia

Adley watched the red haired warriors face light up with a genuine smile as she named herself and her intentions.

"Ezra LeFalle. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He said

He introduced himself with an air of excitement that confused her. This adventure they were to share was likely to get one if not both of them killed and yet he seemed entertained by the idea. She noted the few miscalculated moves and put two and two together. This man could not see very well. She calmed her immediate doubts about him, knowing that jumping to conclusions would help no one.

She hesitated at making physical contact with Ezra, not because she harbored any qualms about him, but because for her physical contact was such a rarity she was unsure how to handle it. She took his large calloused hands in her own delicate one and gave it as firm of a shake as she could manage, wanting to come off as secure and confident.

"Then let us be on our way!" he said

She smiled gently and listened intently as he and the gentleman discussed the direction they were to head. Within moments they were off.

There were only a few moments to gather her thoughts before he broke the peaceful silence.

"So what made you decide to join Ms. Ambrosia? I don't mean to offend you but you don't seem like a fighter type. I'm sure the benefits of coming with far outweigh the risks." He said.

His question was one she had expected as she knew he would want to know her intentions. It was fair to question her motives. She took a moment to thoroughly plan out her words. In her opinion honesty was always the best policy.

“I wish I could say that It was pure intentions that drove me to take on this mission…truly I wish to rebuild my parent’s apothecary and the building materials costs money” she stated simply, not going into detail as to why she needed to rebuild in the first place. She smiled in his direction and hoped he did not think her materialistic.

“What brings you such excitement in this adventure…. what I mean to say is why are you involved?” she asked her curiosity getting the best of her.

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Adley Ambrosia

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a character in “From the Depths of Lore: Apologue”, as played by emotionless

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