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The Challenge of the Chosen

The City of Khatali

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a part of The Challenge of the Chosen, by Wanderer.

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Wanderer holds sovereignty over The City of Khatali, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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The City of Khatali is a part of The Challenge of the Chosen.

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Daeri el Ma'Taerwen [1] "We will conquer and recreate the world anew in the next life.. It is all we can do now."
Vethariel Ras'Tandir [1] I will secure our future, whatever the cost.
Tygadail Niamarkwan [0] "Think before you take a step, or you might get blown to bits."
Darshan Roanin Demontius [0] All I want is peace, and I will i will fight to bring it to this Earth.
Danavel Neraida [0] "Rebellions are dangerous."
Alasse Fi Séregon [0] "It's a terrifying thought, all this pain caused."
Demetrius Vhir Lan'Thanos [0] "A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is brave five minutes longer."

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Daeri el Ma'Taerwen


Daeri el Ma'Taerwen had been one of the Elders for over a century and a half and, still, had never seen such a thing occur. Right before her cold silver eyes was the sight of a tall limp form being swept away on a floater, one of many different types of hovercraft that coursed around the city of Khalati. But it wasn't just any random form, it was a body. The body of the oldest Elder to have ever survived lay underneath a thin white sheet that billowed gently in the breeze, slowly but steadily being taken down the hall and away to never be seen again. The old Elder was a kind old gentleman, one whose kindness was well-known throughout the city.. Or had been until today.

Until Daeri had joined him for dinner to discuss future plans for the city and he had suddenly stiffened before dropping to the floor, dead.

And now, his family members were following the corpse as a sign of respect while weeping into their hands. Their cries seeming to echo and grow louder in Daeri's head as she crossed her arms and slowly stepped from the scene, her bare feet slapping against the cold floor as she blatantly ignored the odd glances that were sent her way.

It was all a part of her plan, of course, and that seemed to be coming along together quite nicely.

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"Vethariel," the raven haired Elder spoke up softly, her sharp eyes finding the black-clad male rather easily despite the numerous piles of books surrounding him. "Seiteiran is dead," she stated, knowing how frustrated the other remaining Elder would become if she didn't get directly to the point.

Daeri's gaze shifted, turning around the room to take in the vast bookshelves that took up the walls and the books that filled them. Vethariel, she had known for some time, had an obsession with blood due to a rare blood disease his sister had that was most likely to take her life. Although, Daeri hadn't quite realized the extent of her fellow Elder's fixation until now.

In fact, she'd never entered this room before until today.

Shaking this thought from her mind, Daeri's expression became one of indifference and she continued speaking, not really caring whether or not the male was listening. "There will be no Elder to take his place, no induction ceremony, with his death. There is none over the age who are fit to take his place, I've looked into it already.."

She paused as her silvery eyes scanned the gold-skinned male's expression, searching for any sign of displeasure at her statement. "Time continues to press on despite this sorrowful time, as must we. After all, La and Le demand we do so." Daeri spoke formally, her tone low even as her eyes darkened slightly due to her absolute seriousness. "Now," she added, "I believe we have arrangements to configure, do we not?."

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Vethariel Ras'Tandir


Death was, to Vethariel, the most curious occurrence in existence. It came at the strangest time, the most inconvenient hour for some, or to others, not a minute too late. Death, it seemed, followed no one's rules but his own. Still, Vethariel felt Seiteiran's death almost immediately. He had been keeping the late elder's pulse in the back of his mind, along with Daeri's. It wasn't spying, not exactly. He preferred to call it, "watching for signs of life", and when Seiteiran's pulse slowed to halt, he knew that life had become no more. Just another sacrifice towards the endgame.

He felt Daeri enter into his sphere shortly after, no doubt on her way to tell him what he already knew. Her presence would only interrupt his studies, and he tolerated the intrusion simply as a formality. Regardless, he would use every second alone to the fullest extent. Less than a minute later she entered his study, usually a room for his heartbeat alone, but they both knew that he wouldn't deign to leave any sooner than he had to in order to meet her elsewhere.

She spoke his name upon entering, as if he did not know it, and went on with confirming what he already knew. He continued to pour over his books like she wasn't even there. She paused for a moment, clearly taking in the sheer volume of books in his library. He had to admit, it was rather impressive. She continued speaking.

"There will be no Elder to take his place, no induction ceremony, with his death. There is none over the age who are fit to take his place, I've looked into it already." How convenient.

She paused again, scanning him. Her pulse stayed consistent. If she was lying, or anxious, she was good at hiding it. He doubted it. No one was that good except Vethariel himself.

"Time continues to press on despite this sorrowful time, as must we. After all, La and Le demand we do so. Now,I believe we have arrangements to configure, do we not?." It was true, they did, but he had underestimated her ability to talk about pointless things for long periods of time, and he was not quite done with his reading. He held up one finger to signify that he wanted her to stop talking, though she must have taken it to mean that he was almost done, because she waited patiently. He finished, closing two of the books he was examining and placing a mark in the third and closing it as well, and then he looked up.

He looked her over. Beautiful, but not really his type. Strong, but with emotional weakness. Intelligent, but stunted by an outdated belief system. She was less than perfect, but she was his Elder, and he didn't mind following her so long as he was given his space. He stood from his desk and cleared his throat.

"I suppose I can be ripped from my studies to do my job at least once in a while. Lets go somewhere more comfortable. Would you like a drink?