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Talyera Asimov


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a character in “Skyguard: Rising”, as played by FyreT1ger


Talyera "Lyra" Asimov

Partner: Altan Ganeshi
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 155
Hair: Blonde and Curly
Complexion: Light
Country of Origin: Eirea


Relationships: TBA

Characteristics and Traits: This character is thin, lithe and fairly quick on her feet with an affinity for water and tinkering. She enjoys inventing things, so much so that her mind is always working on a new project or idea to improve life around her. Because her mind is always actively working on new projects, she occasionally gets distracted from things directly in front of her, which can get her in trouble. She is perfectly aware of her shortcomings, but she doesn’t allow them to frustrate her to incapacitation. Life isn’t perfect and she’s okay with that. Her somewhat carefree and creative style shows itself in the bright colors and bold patterns of her clothing. Dresses are most common in her wardrobe, but she also has breeches and shirts in case she needs them. Her Skyguard seal is attached to a single strip of cloth that she uses as a belt or scarf when the situation allows.

Abilities and Talents: Talyera’s active and creative mind gives her an edge with strategy, but because of her occasional distraction from what’s directly in front of her she isn’t the strongest in hand-to-hand combat. Strangely she can focus on things perfectly at a distance and while moving, so she’s very accurate in ranged combat. To make up for her own shortcomings, she also studies a lot on defensive skills to protect her partner and later her team, no matter what.


Water Spout: A small stream of water she can shoot, from either her hand or project it further distance and for greater damage with a hand-cannon that she built. This is her only offensive spell.

Shield-Maiden’s Anthem: A buff skill to increase the strength of her partner and herself. This may be worked further to extend to others as well, but she’s not ready for that yet.

Enhance: Another buff skill that only affects objects she’s holding or wearing to make them less likely to be damaged.

Equipment: Talyera wears only leather armor. Since both she and her partner can buff their equipment, she sees no reason to risk harming him with manmade metals. She doesn’t even use metal weapons, except for the hand cannon she built. At present, the cannon is too heavy to carry in flight, but she is working on improvements. For hand-to-hand combat, she uses a wooden quarterstaff, reinforced with her own magic to prevent breaking. For her preferred style, she has a crossbow and specially modified bolts that can do the same amount of damage as metal-tipped ones.

So begins...

Talyera Asimov's Story


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"Again!" a husky voice cut the early morning air, followed by a series of fiery blasts and then the quick swoosh of water. The pattern repeated several times over the next hour until the final husky call, "Again!"

This time another voice answered, a bell-like voice. "No, Altan. We've been doing this since before dawn. It's time for a break."

"But, Lyra, the trials are coming up and we need to get everything right."

"Yes, the trials are coming up, and that's all the more reason to get plenty of food and rest, so we don't burn out. Now come on!" The owner of the second voice, a pale young woman with a waterfall of blond curls tumbling down her back, sprayed a final spurt of water into the face of an awkward-looking young fellow with a darker complexion and long black ponytail.

He spluttered and shook his wet head like a dog. "Hey!" The girl only gave a chuckle at the young man's lack of composure. He didn't look amused, but those who knew the young man understood he was never amused. That didn't mean he was of sour or grouchy disposition. Altan simply didn't understand humor. 'Well, I better not get sick before the trials. I'll blame you."

"I assure you, you won't get sick. I made it my job since we were partnered to prevent that. If it weren't for me, you may have killed yourself already. I'll never forget what happened four years ago."

The young man dropped his head and plastered his palm to his face. "You won't let me forget either," he mumbled.

Lyra sighed and reached up to touch his shoulder, since Altan was half a foot taller than her. "Really, Altan, calm down. No, I don't want you to forget, but not to make you all miserable. I want to keep it from happening again. Passing out wouldn't be any good in the trials either." She gave him a somewhat rough pat on the back and pulled away with a smile. "Soooo... I'll get you a towel and then we'll get something to eat." Altan sighed and gave her a nod back as he left the training ground and reached for the jacket left on the ground next to it. Even though it was summer in the mountains, he still felt a need to wear a jacket. Summer in the mountains didn't compare to summer in the desert he came from. Besides, his head was just doused with water, which isn't the best way to warm up.

The blond Lyra, actually Talyera, disappeared while he was pulling his jacket over the cloth tabard he preferred to wear while training, and reappeared a few minutes later with a plain white towel. She tossed it to him and he roughly dried his hair, before flipping the same towel over his broad shoulder. "Much obliged, so you ready?" Talyera nodded and started toward the dining hall on campus. She debated taking a trip into town, but decided against it after realizing she'd probably get too distracted with gadgets to find a place to eat. Unlike other students she was infatuated with Mermin technology and whenever she got a chance she would try to replicate or improve on what already existed in Skyguard Keep. She even invented some things herself, like a hand-cannon she built some time ago and was still trying to figure out a way to carry it in flight and keep the metal contraption from harming Altan, her Sentinel partner.


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As time passed, the Keep emptied out until there were only a few teams left of their own age group. There were some younger students who weren't ready for trials yet, and Altan thought they all looked incredibly young and even fragile. He couldn't remember when he or Talyera looked like that. Speaking of Talyera, lately she's been practically force-feeding him. Every time he saw another of his classmates leave, he grew more anxious for his own trials and he even had nightmares for a few nights. When he was anxious, he was even more prone to forget his necessary needs.

This morning his Vanguard broke a honey roll in two and stuffed one half of it into his hand. Honey rolls with sesame seeds were one of his favorite things and she knew it. He gave her a tired smile and took a bite, when he spied the light of his Seal on the collar of his light turtleneck. "It's time..." he hissed in a husky whisper, and almost choked on his roll. Talyera stood up to pat his back, and noticed her own Seal as well. Today the green cloth she used for convenience of keeping track of it was tied around her waist over a plain tunic.

She nodded wordlessly, still holding onto her half of the roll. With her free hand, she reached for his. Altan could feel her hand shaking and he glanced down to that hand. He always thought she was so sure of herself, despite how often he thought that over-confidence got her into trouble. "We shouldn't keep the Knight Masters' waiting." Altan jumped and started running, practically dragging her with him. She pulled back and called after him. "Don't run anyone over either, you crazy lizard!"


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Azriel <^> Kollure

Waking up that morning Arziel stretched as per his routine. He did some slight exercises, pushups and the like, and finally headed over to his window to pull open the curtains. The outside air was cool and refreshing and the sun glistened on the horizon. Looking down at the town he spied Sid placing a sign outside hi shop and was transported back to the day Jerome and Rupert had left. Say and Lowa had arrived at the bakery that morning as well and shortly after they had entered the nonchalant and rather cheerful atmosphere turned.

As the Sylvan sisters had entered the bakery a small cough escaped behind Sid. His daughter Alicia had snuck from bed and come down the stairs. She was pale and wheezing with gasping breaths as she entered the bakery. “Daddy?” she barely squeaked out as she leaned against the wall for support. Sid went to her but before he could get any answers form her she collapsed. Her body was feverish, her face pale, and as they all gathered around her the tiny child let out a rasping and broken cough. The sound of it still echoed in Azriel’s ears.

Alicia’s cough brought Azriel back to his own childhood, in the western farmlands of Zepher. In that place there was a rare illness that afflicted the young called Rattling Cough. It was a truly dreadful plague that almost always resulted in death for those stricken by it. Unfortunately the only known cure for the illness was a rare herb found only in the north, far away from the west of Zepher where the illness existed.

It was his younger sister, Elizabeth, who was afflicted by this illness in his youth. He still remembered her fragile body shaking against the chills and how she was so hot to the touch he almost recoiled, but worst was that cough, the rasping and wheezing cough that would forever haunt his memory. The doctors said that even with their best medicines she would only last a few days at the most. He remembered the despair in his mother’s eyes when she heard this. But there was something else in his memory as well; a fire, a fire that was lit in his Father’s eyes. He’d rushed form their home immediately, taking a horse to the nearest city. It was another three days before his father returned, this time astride a flying beast. He’d rushed to the neatest city and found an old friend, a Sentinel he’d known inthe Skyguard, then they had flown nonstop to the north to find the herb. They’d arrived just in time to save his younger sister and to this day Azriel remembered both the sound of that terrible cough, and the name of that magical plant that saved his sister.

“Kath-thorn…” Azriel had whispered to the others as Rupert rushed to get a doctor. Knowing that the sisters were well learned in herb lore Azriel asked the Sylvan sisters if they knew of where they could find this herb. He only knew of the far north of Zepher, near the border with Kalium, and it would take far too long to mobalize a team to gather such and herb at this point. He almost despaired as his mother had, but as Say looked to him he found a familiar fire in another’s eyes. The Garden within the Keep was home to a rich stock of nearly every herb in the world, from the most common of weeds to the rarest of flowers.

When he heard this Azriel moved swiftly asking Lowa for a lift to the Keep’s garden while requesting Say to what she could for the young child with the herbs that Sid had in the shop. No doubt Say wasn’t exactly happy with the arrangement of duties he had suggested but it was the best way, as they needed Lowa’s speed to reach the garden swiftly. Alicia had far less time than Elizabeth had had. The Sylvan dragon burst from the shop and shot into the air with Azriel astride, rushing to the garden. It was Lowa who had found the Herb and when they returned the doctor and Rupert had arrived. It did not take long once the cure was admitted for the child’s fever to lower and her breathing to ease. Sid’s gratitude could not be understated, and he was not along in that. It was their first major triumph as a team and the fact that the Sylvan sisters were still not yet deployed gave Azriel slight hope they might work with him and Seph on the Trial.

As he had said that morning, “I’d gladly fight with either of you any day, if you need anything just ask.”

Nine days passed since that morning with no word from the Knight Masters, which had Azriel and She on edge. There were now only two Prefect Teams Left, Eshe and Kirill and of course Sephera and himself. It was strange to think that the remaining teams would be split in two, a fact only he and the other Prefects were aware of, and sent off sooner than many probably thought. There were Nine teams left of the senior class, and soon another four or five would no doubt be gone. It was a sobering fact, and perhaps that was what had driven Azriel to take more to socializing than he already did. He wondered the Keep at all hours, speaking with everyone he met, aiding the younger teams of which there were around sixty or so in training and giving pointers to a group of rather rambunctious young third year Vanguards a few sword lessons to pass the time.

Damn it all, I’m getting restless waiting.

Of course maybe this new found flightiness was actually due more to Sephera’s demeanor as of late than his own personal concerns. Sephera was almost always found in the grand hall now, where they ate their meals every morning noon and night instead of circling around the city for fun, and she always sat with her face to one wall, the Living Wall. The wall is called Living because it changed daily as it had a shield placed upon it for every team deployed at that time, including those on Trials, and should communication be lost with a team a red cloth would be draped over their shield with the red being change to black if they were confirmed lost. Of the twelve shields embroidered with silver indicating they were of young teams on their trials four had her constant attention now. She had her books and was often surrounded by younger students and to most seemed as normal as could be, still lively and friendly, always ready to aid another, but to those who had known her for years they knew that something was off, and Azriel knew better than anyone.

As they sat there that morning eating breakfast her eyes were often glide up to the shield wall, staying focused on the display for several seconds longer than she normally would before returning to her meal. He knew exactly why and as she once again glanced up at the wall Azriel gave in and turned around himself, knowing full well what she was looking at. Four shields at the bottom right were covered in red cloth. He could not see the inscribed names upon them but he knew whose they were, he had watched them when they were hung first. Jerome and Rupert’s team had yet to check in.

He let out a held breath and turned to Seph again, determined to pull his partner form this funk, “Seph…Seph?” he paused before trying again, “Sephera….hello, yoohoo!...” he snapped his fingers once trying to draw her gaze to no avail, “Seph!...SEPHERA!” he asserted far more harshly, causing her to jump and shake her head suddenly aware how she had spaced, “You okay?”

Sephera <^> Halsey

Seph’s mind was a blank slate right now. All she could do was remember days past, when Jerome had held her, when they’d gone flying, even their fights and arguments were fondly recalled now. She was rubbing her own hands together she stroking the back of one with another’s thumb, like he had always done. She’d taken to sleeping with one of his tunics too, ever since he’d left for his trial. Looking up from the table where she’d hardly touched her food she gazed intently at the second Shield from the bottom right, the red cloth seeming more like a cloaking of blood than a simple woven tapestry. In the back of her mind she heard a whisper against the increasing din of the buzzing in her heard, “-eph…Se-”

She didn’t reply though, all her thought was focused on that sea of cold red that was so little and yet meant so much. Questioned fluttered in her brain; What could have stopped them reporting? What was the true purpose of their Trial? What could be so dangerous about retrieving a few heirlooms? “Se-era…-yooho-” that voice echoed in her mind again. No doubt it was the memory of Jerome’s voice, calling to her in her distant state. But as she desired less to think of the red and more to remember his voice she found the drone in her head receding and finally heard the voice in Earnest, “Seph?...” yes, that strong willed voice must be-“ SEPHERA!”

Okay… that last one didn’t sound anything like Jerome…

Startled Seph jumped a bit in her seat as she left her space subconscious state she had unknowingly entered and looked about her surroundings. Right! The Grand Hall… of course… how could I forget I was in the Grand Hall? she asked herself internally as she gathered herself, sweeping her fallen bangs behind her ears. She vaguely heard a question come from across the table. But as with her name being called she didn’t really hear it. who called my name again?

“Seph!” Azriel asserted one final time, finally drawing her eyes.

“Huh?” she questioned almost startled to see him there, “oh, right, sorry…uh… what were you saying?”

Azriel steadied his breathing as he looked at his partner, “I was asking if you were alright…. But since I know you’re not I’ll forgo your dismissive response.” He commented as he eaned further in towards her, “It’s alright Seph. Our contact network in Kalium is just really sparse, it only makes since that it would take them longer than expected to check in; look, which team scored higher in all events than anyone else our year?”

Seph let out a held breath, of course he knew, hell everyone probably does and is just too polite to mention it, and gave him a smile as she seemingly considered his words, “Yeah… you’re right… they probably just got held up.”

Azriel ground his teeth quietly for a moment as his jaw set, [iShe’s being bloody dismissive again![/i] but rather than push her yet he reached his hand across the tabel to take on of hers. His hands were rough, calloused and marked form all his training, while hers were supple and soft. It was the way of the Skyguard, if not by their dress you could tell a person’s job by their hands. She’d always liked how soft Jerome’s hands were, how their comforted her when he cupped her face. And yet Azriel’s hands provided just as much comfort to her now. Perhaps it was just their training and her ingrained trust in her Vanguard. No, it’s not ingrained trust in the system, it’s trust in him she thought.

Yet at that moment, just when she was about to break and come clean about her despairing worry both of their eyes were drawn to Azriel’s wrist. And to the shimmering seal that was located there. Looking up at each other all their prior conversation halted as both went into pure Guard mode, they stood as one with Azriel grabbing his bastard sword and claymore he’d had by his side for sword practice later and Sephera shoving her books into her pack. Standing up several of the younger teams watched them with admiration but they weren’t what the duo was looking for. Both Azriel and Sephera were scanning the Grand hall, trying to see which other teams had received the summons; there was the team of Seriss and Kael, then Talyera and Altan as well.

Azriel though, just how many will be joining us? as he glanced about to see who else had been summoned. Luke and Rommel, Lillian and Tiberius, and then there were others too. All told it looked as if every senior in the room had gotten a summons right them. Instinctually both Sephera and Azriel headed from the Grand Hall with purpose, though as they pass the Living Wall Azriel noted a stuttering step that Seph took near the right edge of the shields. He’d leave it for now though. Looking to those nearby who were moving to the courtyard he thought back to the Hall. He had seen Eshe and Kirill at some point that morning but now that he thought about it they had left the Hall earlier, probably for a flight or something. Too bad, I’d have liked to talk to Eshe before leaving. Maybe I’ll see her around before we take off though…

Leaving the Grand Hall with those that were also there in mass the duo headed to the courtyard at the central gate, the boundary between the Academy and the Skyguard Keep. It was very rare for anyone not in their senior year to enter these gates and the Keep beyond. Seph still recalled her first time through the gates when she was in her fifth year. Once at the courtyard they saw that this was already an odd calling before ever they entered the Court. Standing with them before the massive gates was a most unexpected sight, Eshe and Kirill, the only remaining Prefects; meaning that the remaining members of their year must also have been called. Azriel’s first thought was, why would they send all of us at once on one mission? but as Seph had already reasoned in her own mind and now was whispering to her partner, “They must be dividing us into two squads at once.” Azriel nodded.

“I guess they want all of us… should we wait for the others?” he asked those currently assembled.


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#, as written by Ivisbo

Scipio never woke up on time.

He was a late riser, he loved sleeping, and therefor his body never rose when the sun did. Usually, he had to rely on Silveria to wake him, but today with little imp of a girl did not appear like normal. He awoke instead to a bright, glowing light right near his face. Thinking it was the sun streaming in through his open window, Scipio rolled over with a grunt and burried his face into his goose feather pillow.

But wait...hadn't he closed the window last night for this exact reason? He hated waking up to the sun in his face, so he had drawn the black out curtains and....

Scipio shot out of bed, his eyes immediately landing on his glowing seal. With a string of curses he rushed around his room, throwing on his usual loose white shirt and dark leather breeches tucked into leather boots. He fell, twice, in the process, his mind in a frenzy as he realized they were finally being called.

Where the hell was Silveria?

Scipio took a moment in front of the mirror to fix his bed head, hoping to calm it down somewhat so he didn't look like such a mess when he showed up a tad late. But, the locks seemed to not want to agree with him today, so he just ruffled them more (hoping it looked like he was going for that look) and rushed out the door. Halfway down the hall he realized he had forgotten his damned Seal and ran back, snatching the heated badge quickly before exiting once again.

He reached the open courtyard just behind Sephera and Azriel, glad that he wasn't actually late but on time. If he arrived behind a prefect, surely he was fine....meaning now he had to worry about Silveria. The little Sentinel usually did what she was told, but sometimes she had to be corralled in if she was off doing her thing. Just as he was about to turn and head back into the Citadel to look for her, Silveria popped up by his elbow.

Scipio gave a startled jump and glared down at the Sentinel, but at her cheesy grin his face relaxed into a grateful smile. Damned girl was going to be the death of him someday.

Silveria and Scipio stood next to each other as they awaited information on the gathering, Scipios eyes wandering towards the direction of the lake and Silveria twirling her light blue hair excitedly.


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Fortunately Altan didn't run anyone over, but he did trip on his feet once during the undignified rush through the halls. Talyera caught up to him then and sighed. She probably shouldn't have stirred him up with the comment on being late. Of course they weren't late, because they answered the call immediately. "I'm sorry," she whispered and offered a hand to help him up. He didn't really need it, though. Almost as soon as he went down, he got back to his feet and kept going without a word.

Only once he reached the gate did the awkward Lorthian stop and look back to his partner. Her face was a little pink only from the effort of keeping up with his longer stride and the fact he'd been running straight out the whole time it took to get here. Altan flushed a little himself realizing it. What if...? No! He couldn't think of that. She did always warn him to be careful and he didn't always listen. He didn't listen this time, but she also took the risk of wearing herself down by chasing him at speed. It might make the trial harder, but they could do it. They HAD to. This is the reason he was born and she chose to accompany him in that destiny.

Talyera put her hand on his arm. Both took deep breaths and straightened up as the gates creaked open. Beyond the gate, her green eyes bounced all around the room and she let go of Altan, who also seemed to be trying to take everything in. Her fingers twitched, but she used that restlessness to smooth out non-existent wrinkles or wipe invisible specks of dust off her clothing. She couldn't allow herself to be distracted right now. Altan also did preening of his own as they walked to the inner doors.

They stopped and stood at attention in front of the guards as the elder knights around them grew silent and converged on the students. That was uncomfortable and Talyera certainly couldn't blame Seriss for being a little agitated, even if it wasn't the best face to show the Masters. The Masters! They were finally going to see the Masters!

Despite her nerves, Lyra did chuckle a little at Kael's remark, though she remained at attention. Even if she didn't spend a lot of time with Seriss and Kaeleb, she could imagine what he referred to, since Altan fell in the same category. Was it a Lorthian thing or a Sentinel thing?

Altan ignored Kaeleb's comment completely. He was paying attention to the guard's question and gave him a respectful salute and nod. This is truly what he was born for, and he was definitely ready.