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Ebony Lynn Nightshade

"Every creature is important."

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a character in “The Gemgiant Chronicles: Starphel”, as played by Avaria Moonwhisper

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Name: Ebony Lynn Nightshade
Nickname: N/A
Place of Origin: Starphel
Age: 18
Physical Description: Ebony has dark black hair that reaches the middle of her waist. Her skin is very light almost pale. Her eyes were a startling blue and clear. She stands at 5'4 and weighs about 120 lbs. She has a very willowy frame and is hauntingly beautiful. She generally wears simple dresses in lighter colors, in reflection to where she grew up in the city of Starphel. She has an eye for crystals and wears one daily.
Personality: Ebony is a very free spirited woman, as well as smart. She is very friendly and tends to help anyone she sees in need as well as animals. She is very hard to anger but once she is angered she goes quiet and that's when you know you should be careful because she is planning for when you anger her again.
History: Ebony's parents are scholars who were brought to Starphel when they were younger being as they were really smart. When they met it was love at first sight. They married and had Ebony. Growing up it was evident that she had a great mind but not the personality of a scholar. She was always free spirited and always making friends. One of which was a make blue Starphel dragon she called Mikhail. She was always off seeing him and interacting with him learning a lot about him and always looking for books about their history. She would read to him and tell him of the things she learned about him and he would patiently listen to her. One day she ran to see him and found him covered in wounds. Tears sprang to her eyes as she tended to them. She had read about the wars previously and began asking about which one they were at war with. After she found out she got a determined look on her face. "I'll stop this nonsense. If I can be your friend and you know what I say they will too. I'll stop the wars Mikhail, I'll make sure you won't be hurt again." she told him and took off to prepare. She traveled making her way towards the islands holding the dragons, her parents reluctantly let her go. Presently she is in Ashae waiting on the rain before she traverses the flat meadows.
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So begins...

Ebony Lynn Nightshade's Story

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...In the gutters of Ashae lay more than just soaked gemstones, as there would usually be after a downfall. The drains ran a diluted red. Scattered was the debris of a fallen city. There were no tentative heads poking out of homes, for homes no longer existed in Ashae, and most had already fled. And failed.
...This was a downfall like the people of Tansla had never seen before. This was the downfall.
...The capital had been destroyed. By gems the size of small houses, raw, uncut, giant stones which rained down, crushing all in their path and cratering the streets. Then came the fists. Fists as big as the gem comets, but more precise and unforgiving in their sentience. Their owners, the Gemgiants, brought utter ruin.
...They came from the sky, emerging from the more elongated gems which were, in fact, chrysalises of an ethereal kind. Beasts, monsters, aliens. Humanoid; four limbed, bipedal, a torso and what seemed to be a head where two, glowing spheres imitated eyes, cascading their otherworldly light down upon Ashae. They emitted no sound. But they were heard in their crashing claim of the city.



...Hale Rian had borne witness to it all from his position on the palace balcony. They crushed in what seemed to be a mindless game; and there were so many. The rain stopped but the devastation did not. A symphony of panic washed over Ashae, he could hear it as he stood, frozen in his shocked stupor, as screams joined the sound of material wrecking. These monsters did not distinguish, or if they did, they felt no compassion, for humanity seemed no more than part of the city structure. And that, they seemed intent on bringing to the ground.
...Those within the palace had begun their retreat. The sky cleared. The sun shone, bringing glittering beauty to the terrible beasts. But the thunder of the downfall still sang below. Escape was surely impossible.
...The spindly scholar stayed. And no one cared to notice.
His mind was away, north. Or away - above.
Hale Rian knew.
Yet, the most important epiphany in the history of Tansla was overshadowed.
...A dark shape swooped over the ruined city of Ashae. A gust of wind seemed to come from nowhere, racing, billowing flags, twisting up dust, stirring the hair of the victims who lay, part of the damage, whose fate had been sealed as soon as the rain had started. Then, calm. Everything settled.
...Hale Rian drew in a breath. It sounded so loud. And his heartbeat, perhaps the last one remaining, beat crazily.
...The Gemgiants could find no more to destroy in the lower levels of Ashae. Their heads turned, all at once, as if controlled by one mind. And their glistening gaze fell on the palace. Their watch seemed greedy, hungry. They were soaking in the glitter of the palace, which stood the only proud remnant of the capital of Tansla. But it too would feel their wrath. The Gemgiants set to march.
...A roar. A deafening roar that shook what was left of Ashae came from above. But this roar did not unsettle Hale. For he recognised it. Another gust of wind whistled by before the palace took an almighty blow. And with that, he finally moved. Scrambling off the balcony and into the halls of crystal, feet betraying him and sliding everywhere. He ran for his life, making for the city gates in a flailing mess of robe and gangly limbs.



...Atop the crystal spire of the royal palace sat the true queen of Tansla. Her blue and silver scaled head regarded the approaching creatures with curiosity. She had lay claim to the gemstone palace as it had been abandoned. There was no way for her to harvest it, but she had coveted it for such a long time. And now it was hers. And now these alien creatures, these strange, senseless beings who knew nothing but apparent hatred and destruction sought to take it from her. She roared again, showing them her prowess. The Gemgiants gave her no recognition. And this enraged her.
...A hurricane was released as the Starphel dragon’s wings batted her back into the air. She cast her shadow upon her new dominion. Finally, in a whirl of claws and teeth and vengeance – she attacked.

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Alvie was drawing rugged breaths as she was manoeuvred about in her state of disbelief at the destroyed city all around her. She just remained limp, his words not registering as the current circumstances overwhelmed her.

And then came the roar. It brought her back to her senses, made her jerk and duck and bring her hands sharply up to shield her head as the shadow of the giant dragon passed over them, plummeting them into a chilling shade as she did. Her departure temporarily cleared the air, offering a slip of serene blue sky before the smoke began to consume yet again.

She was practically gasping as panic threatened to envelope her. But the stranger’s words – which she understood clearly, this time – had her calming down, only to replace that panic with a wave of distaste. Alvie seemed to make a hissing noise as she recoiled from the man, springing awkwardly to her feet and leaning away whilst eyeing him mistrustfully.

Alvie’s state went unnoticed by her. The adrenaline keeping the pain manageable, her appearance not imperative.

“Don’t touch me” she said croakily. With a glare, she snatched out for one of the horse’s reins. She hadn’t a clue what had happened here. But getting away as soon as possible was definitely the most attractive plan. However, it was unlikely she’d make it far in her present condition – but she was blinded, stuck in the now.

Her fingers closed around the leather, forest eyes meeting those of the man who had tried to help her, as though daring him to deny her. But her thoughts of escape were interrupted.

Loud voices; shouts of authority, ones of compliance, others just scared, hurt or confused.

She peered around her to see more shifting rubble as belated survivors made their moves or regained consciousness. Some movement in a ditch nearby, a head popping up over some rocks a little beyond the border. There was no telling how much time there’d be before the dragons returned. With the streets laden with gems, having not been swept off into the flatmeadows for them to harvest – the dragons would be coming.

From the centre of the city burst more noise. An almost indescribable noise; the sound of giant gem limbs grating, smashing, climbing the smooth planes of the strong, crystal palace. A noise that definitely didn’t sound like dragons.

Alvie’s grip on the horse’s halter loosened as her eyebrows drew together, her expression now openly confused.

And was that wolf she could smell?

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Ebony poked her head out of the ditch as she heard the voices of others. She had been there for quite some time, thinking she had been the only one to make it out. Gracefully she slipped out of the ditch trembling and trying ti cover the parts of flesh that the tattered dress couldn't. She looked around and saw horses. Immediately she went to them, using them to hide her body.

"Don't worry about that dragon. She won't pay us any mind. She's more interested in having the castle and keeping those monsters from destroying it. From her roar I say she comes from Starphel. She's a smart one." she giggled, not knowing if anyone was listening to her or not. She looked up as the dragon flew by her. "Oh Mikhail, I miss you dearly." she said the dragon reminding her of him.

She watched as others scattered out of the city. Her eyes were full of sadness, "Is that all who made it out?" she asked.

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"I am sorry miss do as you wish, but I do advise you find someone nearby you trust or allow me to at least help a little" Devlin was speaking to the green eyed young woman, scratching the back of his head uncomfortably. "I don't understand why there are such stubborn people abotu" The blonde haired man muttered under his breath while the woman's breath rose and fell unsteadily.

"Where are planning to go on that horse anyway, it can't take much more stress right...." Devlin was then interrupted by a rather tattered looking girl. She then started to talk about the dragon the just passed overhead as if she new it personally. "She?" He looked through the smoke and tried to see the dragon beyond the thick black curtain to only catch a glimpse of a tail. He stood there puzzled to be brought back to reality by a man approaching with a rather large wolf.

Devlin quickly drew his sword and stood in front of the two women, eyeing the stranger and large wolf trying to decide if they were a threat or not. The horses seemed rather unsteady, but he wasn't sure if it was the cause of the dragon near by or the now approaching man. Devlin thought it wise to keep his guard up regardless just to be on the safe side. He then saw the wolf approach, Devlin began to worry but as it closed in he was able to read the wolfs body language similarly to a horses and saw that the wolf was not showing any signs of attack. At this point Devlin lowered his sword but kept it at his side as the wolf sniffed the Green eyed girl up on the horse. After the wolf seemed to be pleased with her scent the other man began to speak. Learning that the man went by the name Collin and that he and presumably the Green eyed woman were both from Ander. Devlin nodded, he was familiar with the lumber folk coming and buying work horses and found similarities between the two and said traders.

Once again the group of odd folks were interrupted, this time by those weird creatures within the city. Collin spoke of leaving. Devlin nodded in agreement calling out to the poorly clothed woman who came out of the ditch. "It seems we have one more horse available" He then went into his bag, pulling out a wool sweater giving it to the young black haired girl while averting his eyes. He then turned to Collin and the green eyed woman "These two horses" He motioned to the ones that the women now had "Can not take much stress like I said before, their legs are in bad shape" He patted the horses necks "But Sundance should be able to carry two if we need to give the others a break" He motioned to the palomino horse that had his gear attached too. "I am not much of a warrior and we don't have enough horses to save everyone here so I suggest leaving before we are more injured than we already are," He gave a serious look to the green eyed woman from Ander, eyeing her side. He then turned back to the rest of them and added " or worse."

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Oarden watched in dismay. It was one thing to grief for the ones who never made it out. Those not part of the small trickle of people that ran wildly out of the city, through the battered gates or broken walls. But to watch people go back in... Heroic or stupid? Did they not value their own lives? Oarden gripped the rock tightly, cutting his hand on its sharp edges. To go back in. You may save lives, or you may loose your own. The ultimate gamble... He had never been much of a gambler, and the odds definitely weren't in his favour. But he couldn't survive out here. His life at home was gone... Sold away. The crushing of Ashae was a sick parallel for the crushing of everything he owned. He could run, but his legs were weak. He could shout for help, but his lungs were filled with dust. And besides, that wasn't how Oarden Tiaold did business... If he wanted something, he got it himself.

He gave a grunt of effort and rose to his feet. He used his right arm to shield his eyes from the cloud of dust and debris, and moved slowly but steadily towards the city walls. He climbed through the path of destruction, humbled by the sheer might it would have taken to forge such a path. Through the fog of unsetteld dust he saw a half collapsed stable, and made his way over to it. If he could just find a horse, He could ride away. Start again. Forget this had ever happened...

As he drew nearer, he made out a few figures. The first was a horse clear as day, and was surrounded by three figures. Not yet close enough to make them out, he called out too them, but his voice was raspy and he began coughing violently. He swallowed and attempted to speak once more.

"Please! Please help me! I have.... I have to find a horse... I have to get away!

A roar from one of the creatures startled him, and he sprinted towards the stables to get under cover. He tripped on a fallen log and collapsed, sprawled out amongst the straw on the cold stone floor...

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Ebony took the sweater gratefully. "I'm sorry about my dress. It was torn up when one of the giants attacked the house I was in. I'm lucky to be alive." she said as she pulled on the sweater. It was big on her, looking almost like a short dress. Her startling blue eyes clear and calm. She said "And yes, that dragon is female. I can tell by her vocals." looking at his confused expression "I grew up around dragons." she added.

"I'm Ebony, Ebony Nightshade." Just as she finished her sentence she heard a rasping voice followed by a violent coughing fit. "There is someone over there!" she said pointing over to near Oraden. She could just make the faint outline of a man. "I think he's hurt. If what you say is true about the horses legs, then we shouldn't run them. I should be able to walk. I don't mind it as long as we can help someone." She looked up at Devlin her blue eyes wide "Please?"

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#, as written by Azerate
Crystals continued to rain down from the sky in a magnificent display of the gods' powers, smiting the insolent mortals who refused to recognize insignificance in this physical plane. Is this what Magnus had envisioned,what the god's taunted him with on many a terrifying night? Even this level of destruction was beyond his most unsettling of dreams where he saw the cadavers of the slain being burned and tossed about city streets by rivers of fire and earthquakes which would tear the very continent apart. Only so because from the distance he saw the movement of the hulking creatures which emerged from the initial barrage of crystallized rain. But the storm had only just begun, more and more havoc rained from the heavens, looking to drive the city into ashes. Magnus spoke a small incantation of prayer and protection for himself as he whipped at his horses reigns. No longer would the god's taunt him with the visions of coming chaos, for it was hear, and he'd make the best of it. Was it insane of him to think he could save a few paltry lives in the siege? Perhaps, but it would put both his heart and mind at ease, and perhaps, just maybe, something could be done about this... Invasion if word were to reach the other cities. But he could do that himself? Just ride on back the way he came, he could, but his heart could not allow it. And who is to say that one can have bravery, without madness?

He and his black steed, spotted with white blotches rode to what he thought may be his demise. He set his eyes on the gates to the city, perhaps a group in the distance, survivors, hope! But no, he was not here to consolidate with those he already considered safe. He sighted a breach in the city wall, a pile of rubble leading to one just large enough for a few lucky individuals to slip through at a time. It took him minutes which felt like seconds as his adrenaline rose throughout his body and all felt numb for now. He reached the breach and dismounted his horse, knowing well it may simply flee in terror, but perhaps it was for the better that the steed at least think logically and save itself. Clawing his way up the mound of detritus and rubble, he saw down a long alleyway, where broken buildings and empty homes now lay. But in the near distance he could see more horses, riled up and clearly trying to escape what appeared to be an only partially standing stable.

Magnus expected the worst of what the god's could offer in this attack, believing that daemon esque like creatures had already slain all those left within the city now, or perhaps smashed by the large gem golems which ravaged the outer, and likely inner walls of the city. With saber now in hand and his mettle steeled for battle, Magnus ran forwards, knowing he had little to nothing to offer in a fight besides his own bad luck, but that hardly stopped him. He moved to the stables first, scanning the areas about him in a paranoid fashion, hoping they were not already upon him. Instead he was greeted by the sight of a man, laid out upon the cobblestone roads, dead? Perhaps not, there was no sign of blood, unconscious more likely. With some hesitation Magnus approached the man, standing above his body and taking another cursory glance about him, weapon drawn and at the ready. Was it a trap? No, not this time. The Rossa lowered himself down to one knee beside Oarden and shook him with his free hand. He spoke up then in a hurried and panicked tone. "Sir! Please are you alright! Stand! Quickly!" His accent was not of this land, surely not, but who would reject help at a time like this?

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Oarden rolled over painfully, and pulled himself up to a sitting position before batting the man's hand away. He coughed, spitting out the hay and dirt onto the cobbles beside him. His head hurt, but it didn't matter. He needed to get out, that much was clear. He could worry about his head later. Glancing up, he could begin to make out the faces of the people around him. The man kneeling by his side, about his age, wore a heavy white hood which obscured most of his face. He looks at the arm that had been shaking him, and sneered slightly in disgust. The man was obviously foreign, and not from somewhere he could easily recognise. Not that Oarden was much of a traveler. In fact, his journey to Ashae was most definitely the furthest he had ever travelled. He could have reduced it immensely, but he wasn’t wasting money by traveling by boat.

Oarden started brushing the straw of his clothes, but they clung tightly, refusing to let go. He looked around the group, taking note of each one, trying to work out who they were. What they were doing. He needed a way to get out. He hadn’t come to be heroic. He hadn’t come to save lives or fight the creatures away. He told himself he was here for a horse. A horse to take him back to Elthrai. But of course, thats not why he was really here. As he scanned the city, he was hoping for something. A small possibility. Something he could salvage. He knew that somewhere, below the broken houses and collapsed streets, there was his money. His fortune. His life's work. His shin hurt almost as much as his head, but using the half collapsed wall for support, he pulled himself slowly up to his feet.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Ebony Lynn Nightshade Character Portrait: Alvie Ander Character Portrait: Shona Asmea Character Portrait: Kerani Vasilescu Character Portrait: Magnus Serrahr
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Kerani vaulted nimbly over a fallen pillar, herding the mother and child along with her, noticing that there were others running with them. She hoped the gate was still standing, for the walls of the city were too high to climb, and even if the stairs to the guard stations still stood, she feared going up that high would bring them to the attention of those attacking the city. Perhaps the gods of her father's people, notorious for games of chance and luck, were with them, for straight ahead was an open gate, free of rubble and no giants or dragons to be seen.

"We must hurry," she urged, picking Henry up again and rushing forward. "We've avoided the city's attacker's so far, but I don't believe our luck will hold much longer. Street to street, dodging the rubble and feeling like a rat rushing out of a sinking ship, crowded with its fellows. Other people ran, too, some clumsier than others, and passing Henry to his mother she helped one or two when they'd fallen, tugging them along so they didn't get trampled in the emptying of the city.

But at last they and the small crowd with them pushed through the gates, most including her temporary companions fleeing towards the forest. Kerani stepped quickly to the side, hiding behind the wall and out of the gateway so she could rest for a moment. Her breathing was labored from the run, and as she leaned against the stone she listened to the distant roars of the giants and dragons still inside the city.

Oddly enough, the question of where to go next had still not been answered--fleeing for one's life was hardly a good time to make important life decisions. She considered, fingering the bag of runes attached to her belt. To the North? The South? There were so many options far away from Ashae, and she would rather avoid her family for a while to strike her own path, so Casma would not be her next city. A brief lull of silence, and her breath returned to her, she looked around. It seemed she wasn't the only one who had escaped to the outskirts of the city but hadn't gone further.

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Seeing as the man was being helped by someone Ebony relaxed, her eyes still clear and calm. She tugged at the sweater, pulling it down consciously as she waited on them to decide when they would leave. A few more people emerged from the gates and headed directly into the forest, paying no head to the horses and stables by the gates. She guessed they either didn't care and were too frighted to waste time grabbing them or that they figured the horses were already gone.

One of the people running broke off from the group, no doubt to catch her breath. Watching her for a few more moments, she waited until the girl looked over at them. Still pulling the sweater down she walked over to her away from the horses, her curiosity getting the better of her. She smiled as she approached her eyes bright.

"this is fate you know? Out of all those people running into the woods, it is us few who have stayed behind. Though, there are not enough horses for all of us, there is enough to carry those of us here who are injuries. The horses can't run anyway. I'm Ebony, Ebony Nightshade." she said and held out her hand to the woman.

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Collin looked around at the group they had gathered, a few of them had injuries, but most were able and of good health. He glanced to the gates, the urge to flee becoming stronger with each passing second. "Well, comrades. I do not believe that now is the time for introductions. I say we escape this city and get to the safety of the nearby forests. Any objections?" He asked, prepared to ride Ash quickly away from the city. If the capitol stood any chance of being freed, they needed help from the other cities to do so.

A nearby building fell to the ground, washing dust over them. Collin coughed a little, then watched as one of the armored beast arose from the dust. He drew his bow, quickly aiming at it and loosing an arrow. The steel arrow hit the beast in its shoulder, causing some minor damage to its thick armor, and leaving the arrow head buried a small way into the material. The beast let out a roar, a mixture of irritation and rage at its attacker. Collin knew it was time to leave.

"Either we run for our lives, or someone needs to help me kill this blasted thing!" He called out, jumping back away and grabbing another arrow. The beast began advancing towards them from across the yard, blood lust in its eyes.

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Kerani shook her hand. "Fate. Yes, she is a fickle friend, but I'm not sure if our fate has been improved or sealed by these chance meetings. We're still far too close to the city's destruction for my taste."

She watched a beast come out from the dust and get shot by a nearby archer. Taking the bow off her back, which thankfully was still strung from earlier when she'd been playing with her cousins, she nocked an arrow."I'm up for either,"she responded, loosing one and hitting the beast in the knee, slightly higher than where she was aiming. She blamed the commotion and nocked another one, aiming more carefully. "But whatever it is, we need to do it soon!"

Again, she attempted to hit the beast, and this arrow landed where she intended it to, right in the muscles where it would hopefully hamper the thing from following them, or at least make it slow enough to make escaping easier with the injured and few horses. "Running, horses, fighting, or whatever, but I think flight would be the wiser choice! This is not the only thing in the city that wants to eat us for dinner!"

Taking a few steps back, she counted the horses. It was true, there wasn't enough for all of them, but she could run. Besides, walking long distances was nothing new to her, there was usually not enough room in the wagons for all the Vasilescus and, being the youngest, she was usually kicked out to walk. Or chose to, simply to avoid the constant arguing and fighting, because what was sore feet compared to the bruises her rough male cousins gave each other and everyone in their path? A bruised bard was a poor bard, and she needed her pretty face to succeed in her trade. Thus, flight versus fight, for flight preserved the pretty and fighting was usually unnecessary. In this instance they could hardly clear the city on their own, even an army couldn't do that, so getting everyone out had to be the priority in her eyes.