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The Gift

The Gift

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The gods have all died out, and their power is ours for the taking. Who will become the next gods? Only war, holds the answer.

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Introduction

Hm? Now how did you get here, my friend? Who are you? Oh, nevermind. It doesn't really matter anymore, now does it? Just leave this old man to his thoughts...hm? You're still here? Ah, I see! You wish to hear my tale. Hah, many have come to listen to the story of how our land, the beloved Norr, ceased to be. How the earth revolted against us, how the skies bled flame and ash and how the oceans rose up to devour the continent. Now I see that i've caught your attention. Then, I shall begin...

Our tale begins not with the beginning of the world, not with the birth of some great hero, not even with creation. No, this story begins with one of the most ancient concepts of this world; death. But, to properly explain, I must take you even before the beginning, before the end started. To the realm of the Gods.

Now, i'm not one for religion, and really, I don't know much of anything about higher powers...all I know is that they created Norr, it's land, it's oceans, and everything inbetween. You and me, the sky, the trees...oops, didn't mean to rhyme there. Anyway...in the beginning, there were gods. Nobody knows how they got here, except for the dragons maybe, and frankly, nobody cared. The fact was gods were the masters of Norr as well as it's creators. The gods turned barren soil into forests, deep trenches into oceans and so forth. Eventually, they grew bored with the world and decided to fill it with occupants. The gods disagreed, however, on what type of creature should inhabit Norr. Half of them said that an adaptable, cunning beast should inhabit the world, while the other half debated that strong, instinctual beings would be more entertaining to watch. So, not coming to an agreement, the gods simply created both creatures; The cunning Civee, and the feral Primah. One god broke the rules though, and created a beast totally of his own creation that dwarfed both the civee and primah in wits or power. The dragons.

To say the least, it was interesting. The civee quickly spread and created places to live, using stone, wood and other resources for homes as well as cultivating land for a steady source of food. The primah, on the other hand, wandered and hunted, feeding upon the civee, the plants and even one another, never knowing where or when their next meal or last breath may be. The dragons though...damn, they just threw balance out the window. These great engines of fire and fang laid waste to the bastions of the civee, and hunted the hunters of the primah with ease. Within a relatively short span of time, the dragons conquered.

One would think that the dragons would flourish at the expense of their subjects...but it was quite the opposite. Under the wise and powerful dragons, the other two races prospered as well. The daconic overlords split the versatile civee into different castes based on their abilities, and these castes were sent to different locales to do their work. With time, they adapted to suit their work. The stoneworkers were sent to the caves, and became the dwarves. The hunters, trackers and woodcutters were of course sent to the forests, and became the elves. The thinkers, artists and chefs remained in the cities and became the humans and halflings. Dragons grew fond of what they had created, and taught their people the ways of magic and the worship of the gods. These creatures became known collectively as the Civilized.

Unlike their civee brothers, the primah would not be so easily tamed. They actively opposed the dragons in battles, knowing that dying and killing would be preferable to the draconian rule. Although many died, they did manage to slay numerous dragons and evolved because of it. Once more, unlike their counterparts, the primah did not grow based on their roles. Each and every region created their own beasts out of the primah. The minotaur, the lamia, the orcs and the gnolls are all but a piece of what have become of the primah...or, as they called themselves, the Savage.

Well, um...I don't know what to tell you about what happened after the Civilized and the Savage came to be...just that alot happened. Over the course of two millenia came the advancement and refinement of magic, castles, migrations of people and the advents of empires, but the most notable would have been the fall of the dragons. Between the relentless opposition of the Savage, and the Civil rising up against their overlords with the very magic they were taught, the dragons were decimated and scattered. Heh...for a few hundred years, we actually had some peace and quiet. Well, aside from the whole racism thing between Civil and Savage...but that's only to be expected when differences are apparent, eh? Still...I don't think anybody would've guessed what would happen next.

The gods began to die. One by one, for no discernable reason, they went silent. In less than a year, every god died off. Oh yeah, the kicker, what started all of this...the very last words any god ever shared with the world, the very words that ignited the war that would end the world...


"I am the last of the makers. I have come to deliver a message in my final moments. Our divinity is no longer our own, but somebody must take up the mantle of godhood. However, only one people may be granted the gift. To be put simply...the civee. The primah. The dragons. Only one of you can take the power for your own, as the others must perish for it. Goodbye."

And that was it. The gods had spoken. They're all dead, and we get the power as long as we kill off the other two groups. Of course, nobody was going to pass up the chance to be a god! So the descendants of each original race, the primah as the Savage and the civee as the Civil, banded together against the each other in an all out war. It was pretty much the Civil against the Savage, as the dragons were nowhere to be seen. They died out long ago...it was a wonder why the gods even included them in the prophecy.

Well...that's all you need to know beforehand. Now the story begins in earnest...we begin, with the seige of Infidis Castle...


Alright, so if you haven't guessed by now, this is a scifi-fantasy rp that takes place in what is for the most part, a traditional fantasy world. Orcs, elves, dragons and damsels in distress. Well, take those thoughts and shove em where the sun don't shine. This is a war, so there is no humans=good and trolls=bad, no black and white, only shades of gray. All you need to know is this; What shade are you? Do you stand with the Civil for a world of order, or the Savage for an existence of freedom? Or, do you have your own plans on becoming a god? Well, here's your chance. The rp begins in the middle of one of the largest battles of the war, so get ready for some action right off the bat!


Lands:
Imperian- The greatest bastion of the Civil, this country consists of a series of great cities in the center of which lie giant castles. This is the main land of the humans and halflings, although a healthy amount of other Civil races dwell here as well. Outside of the cities near the mountains, orcs and goblins are prevalent.

Terra & Sub-Terra- A mass of great mountain ranges that intersect the lands. These titanic mountains are unique in that they house the kingdoms of both the dwarves and the minotaurs. On the mountaintops and ranges, live the harpies in the nest villages. Inside the first level of the mountains live the dwarves along with a sprinkling of other Civil races, and their forge kingdoms. Just below them within the cave systems live the iron dwarves and the deep humans, who prefer the darkness and pressure of the lower levels. On the lowest levels, within the dark stone labrinths, live the great minotaur along with no small number of nightmarians. The intersecting factions are often at odds.

The Greatwood- Exactly what it sounds like, a country's worth of woodlands of different types. Within the Greatwood are the forests, filled with ancient towering trees, and the swamps, water-logged mires with a canopy of low-lying vine trees. The two main races that reside in this country are the Civil's elves who live in the forests, and the Savage's lamia who live in the swamps. The elves and lamia constantly engage in skirmishes with one another one the lands between forest and swamp, usually due to another arguement erupting over the long standing question of who are the better archers; Lamia, or Elves?

The Jurial Plains- This country is known as the Heartland, the capital of the Savage races. Tribes, camps, settlements of mud and sand, all of it can be found on this wide expanse of golden savanna. The most common race here is the Gnolls, but numerous other Savage races live and hunt within the Heartland. A small amount of halflings live on the borders of the plains.

Umbridge- A warped and dark land that was once a lush and vibrant forest, now a twisted horror-infested jungle. So thick is the canopy of this place that no natural light ever filters down within, leaving the jungle in total darkness. Most of the plant life is sentient, constantly moving and hunting down prey. It is only fitting that the insectoid nightmarians of the Savage call this place home. The dark elves, also have several settlements within the northern reaches of Umbridge.



Civilized Races:
Human- The most abundant race of the Civil, humans rule most of the non-forest surface world. They come in all sizes, colors and personalities, and are versatile in the sense that they can utilize almost any form of combat and magic. Humans have no specific classes they specialize in, but their culture in dealing with the angels and chivalry lead many of them to become knights, priests and paladins. Humans have a lifespan of roughly seventy-five years.
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Deep Humans- Human’s that found their way into the darkest parts of the world, they have white skin; their eyes are a bit larger and tend towards brilliantly colored hues to help them see in the darkest depths of the places they live. Deep human’s tend towards being a bit taller than normal humans and have a lighter bone structure and muscle structure than the average surface human. They tend towards ruthlessness moving in small, but powerful and adaptable communities within the darkness. They specialize in the arcane arts and the art of subtlety; tending to stay near larger cities living in the tunnels that stretch for miles beneath each metropolis. They tend to live to the ripe old age of 125.
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Elf- Elves are delicate, fair and the epitome of grace. They appear similar to humans, although thinner, slightly shorter and have long ears tapered to a fine point. Most elves have autumnal hued or light hair, usually kept long and smooth while their clothing is either colorful and flambouyant, or tight and woodland-colored. They have an uncanny ability for hunting and the usage of bows and arrows, leading them to become rangers, duelists and archers who specialize in the use of shortbows. With their intimacy with nature, elvish druids and tamers are not uncommon. Elves usually live around three-hundred to five-hundred years.
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Dark Elves- Much like their paler skinned cousins Dark elves have a graceful presence to them, they have high cheek bones and a beauty that few within the world can equal except for their surface kin. Dark elves skin is dark shades of ebony ranging from ash gray to deep black, their hair is normally white though can be shades of gray and sometimes though rarely black like their skin. Their eyes normally have multi-colored hues though tend towards blood red, or pale red. Their race tends towards blade wielders and arcanists, using one skill or the other to strike fear in the hearts of those that dare tred over their land or oppose them in battle. They stay in dark regions either in the deepest darkest forests where others dare not tread or in the twisted tunnels beneath cities and mountains. After about 400 years the vitality of the dark elves begins to wane, but exceptional members of this race have been known to live upwards of a millenia.
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Dwarf- Stout and stalwart, the dwarves of the mountains are the iron shield of the Civil. Dwarves are a sturdy people who, although not the tallest folk, easily make up for this shortcoming with a well-muscled physique. Males and females are roughly the same height, around four and a half feet, while men usually have more muscle and a great amount of facial and body hair. Due to their long history as guardians coupled with their powerful builds and dedication to the angels, dwarves make for great knights, paladins, crossbowmen and monks. Given their great wisdom regarding the stone, some dwarves become geomancers and alchemists. On a side note, dwarven people in general dislike the minotaur because they see the great horned beasts as invaders in their mountain home. They live roughly 150 to 250 years.
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Iron Dwarves- Though slightly larger than the average dwarf Iron Dwarves share their kin’s love of stone cutting and metal shaping. Iron Dwarves are the reason the words β€œDwarven made” hold considerable weight in this world, they specialize in crafting weaponry and armor. They use metals that most other races can’t even understand how to bend and mine, and they know warfare like it is there very reason for living. They have black to dark tan skin their hair is often times black to red and every shade in between. Their eyes range from blood red, all the way to pale gray. Dwarves tend towards battle oriented tactics and life styles, they love crafting for war, almost as much as they love fighting which leads them to become warlords and knights as well as warlocks. They live on average up to about 300 years old though to die old and decrepit of natural causes is the worst possible dishonor a Iron Dwarf could ever imagine.
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Halfling- The halflings are a diminutive race distantly related to sprites, who stand at a very small height of three feet at their tallest. Halflings appear to be childish humans that have shrunken to about half of their normal size, hence the name. Their eye and hair colors range across every color, common hues being blue, red and green hair. For some reason, even one that the halflings themselves cannot discern, the race as a whole has an uncanny ability to harness arcane power. This leads most halflings to become mages, sorcerers, wizards, witches and warlocks. Due to their small stature and mediocre strength, halflings who opt for melee classes usually train in the ways of the scout, assassin and rogue. Most halflings live about 90 years.
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Savage Races:
Gnoll- The gnolls are a breed of tall, well-muscled humanoids with the head of a canine and furred bodies. Gnolls generally appear to be hyena or wolf men, standing at roughly seven and a half feet in height. Females are usually more sleek and delicate than the males, who have thick arms and legs. Almost every gnoll adorns themselves with tattoos that are burned into their coats and bone jewelery. This race prides itself on it's physical abilities and it's dedication to a successful hunter-gatherer society. Their preferred occupations are any melee classes and trackers. Gnolls live around sixty years on average.
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Harpy- Are a feral species that combine the predatory aspects of birds of prey with humanoids. They tend to be tall, light boned creatures with large bird wings protruding from their backs. Their faces are narrow and elf like though they have sharp fangs instead of teeth like one would imagine an elf having. Their legs are bird like and bent backwards, their feet tipped with black talons as are their hands. Harpies tend to live in small flocks, though are prone to kill one another when food grows scarce or the flock gets too large. They normally rely on brute force though they also are very good archers, assassins and have an uncanny ability for the voice-based bardic magic. Harpy males are rarely hatched, and because of this females often hunt for viable mates to enslave and then eat once their purpose is finished. Harpies can live to 250 years old though due to their aggressive social structure and combinative nature it is rare for them to live much past 30 years old.
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Minotaur- These behemoths are characterized by an appearance of a large, humanoid bull. Minotaur are very large in height and muscle, even the women, although they're much more feminine. They usually stand at a height of ten feet, with the males being much more heavily built than the females. Most minotaur braid their hair or let it hang in wild bangs, usually with some kind of beads or charms woven in. They're easily the most powerful race physically, making for excellent warriors and berserkers of any kind. They show little aptitude for any magic beyond druidism though, and arcane practices are frowned upon in their society. The minotaur have a deep seated hatred for the iron dwarves due to their encroachment on the minotaur subterranean mazes. Minotaur live about a century.
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Lamia- The lamia are a race of humanoids with the lower body of a large snake, and the upper body of a particularly attractive human. Lamia of royal blood have bone-like protrusions growing from their head and spine. They have strength comparable to that of minotaur despite their delicate countenence, and prefer the use of longbows for the strength required to wield them. The lamia serve as spiritual advisors to the Savage, due to their close relationships with primal spirits which lead many lamia to become shamans and druids as well as sorcerers. Their lifespans are roughly two to three centuries on average.
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Orc- Orcs are unique in the fact that they are the only Savage race that draws upon the powers of the angels. They are usually a bit taller than humans with green or brown tinted skin, toned muscle and most orcs have two pronounced teeth from their lower jaw. Females are smaller than males and more svelt, while both male and female orcs prefer to wear either heavy armor or almost no clothing at all. Due to their affinity for divine sources of power and athletic physique, orcish people usually become fighters of some kind, healers and clerics, and shamans.
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Goblin- Goblins are a race of diminutive, curious imp-like creatures with an uncanny knack for problem solving. They are generally under three feet tall, with green, yellow or orange skin, dull colored hair and sharp teeth. Young goblins have tails, while older goblins have more pronounded profiles. All goblins are fairly social creatures, if short-tempered. They make for excellent rogues and scouts, and have a good amount of magical ability leading some to become alchemists and mages. Most goblins have an affinity for treasure hunting no matter their class, and can't resist a good shiny object. Goblin's lifespans range from fifty to two-hundred years.
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Nightmarian- Created by the rapid evolution of magic-exposed insectoids, these beast men resemble humanoids with insectile features. Females are built a bit larger than males while both have sharp teeth and skin thick as chitin. They don’t use their eyes as much as they use a unique vibration sensitive ability known as tremor-sense and a refined sense of smell. They normally have dark skin as well as hair while their eyes tend to be black and pupil-less. Each individual nightmarian can live up to 30 years, while some of the more advanced species of the race can live up to 200 years. Melee users tend towards swarm like maneuvers leading them to become hunters and soldiers, relying on their long claws and sharp teeth for attacks. They do use weaponry when needed though for the most part the weapons come from the bodies they reap and the slaves they take. For some reason, the race as a whole excels in the use of arcane magic instead of primal abilities, so it isn't uncommon for nightmarians to become mages of some kind.
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The Akaldai Pass

The Akaldai Pass by RolePlayGateway

A great passage canyon.

Savage Encampment, Gaol

Savage Encampment, Gaol by RolePlayGateway

The Savage army base.

Civil Encampment, Justice

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The Civil base camp.

Norr

Norr by Ghaarme

This is the world in general, so don't post here.

Imperian

Imperian by RolePlayGateway

Great fortresses of stone and mortar rise up among grasslands in the Civil dominated country.

Gia

Gia by RolePlayGateway

A very large city built to be a safe haven for all.

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Dani’s huge voice trumpeted in agony as she felt the metal sear into her thick hide. It was too late to shake the odd enchanted chain now, she had to get away and regroup. She was too preoccupied with the searing pain and the panic to notice the Dark Elf advance on her with the glint of steel in his hands. Her form seemed to shimmer in the rain as if she wasn’t really there, then the body curled in on itself. The chain twirled around the armor that now had nothing to fill it and it tried desperately to coil tighter about the ever shrinking form.

Blood slid from her body as she pushed the armor back and slipped from the sharpened chains to freedom. Rain poured over her small frame, she was light boned almost human looking in the rain, though her long calf shaped skull and her short horns that followed the curve of her head back showed her for her true self. Steam slid off her nude form in the clearing fog, she staggered a couple steps before shaking back the pain and the stiffness that was consuming her form. The chains had cut deep but not deep enough she could not get back to her forces.

She looked around then she heard the splashed footfalls of the Dark Elf as he charged for her. She slid to the side and grabbed a spear from the ground sliding it before her and crouching as her large doe like eyes narrowed. Steam flared from her nostrils as her form became apparent the fog cleared even more. She could feel the nightmarians drop their magic field high above, she could hear the clash of steal against armor, and the snarl of flames high above. But at the moment all she was concerned with was the Dark figure and the shining metal that slid through the air before her. The chain sliced into the armor tying itself tighter; still trying to envelop what was once the mammoth.

Dani’s lithe muscular form shivered in the cold rain as she took a couple steps away from the chain and slid towards the side of the chasm hoping the Dark Elf would be confused by the Mammoth’s disappearance and let the smaller version of her larger cousins slip through the cracks and escape to assist the savage forces once again. She looked at him one last time before throwing the spear at him and turning and running as fast as she could away from him. She dove forward, as her hands touched the ground before her they were already shifted to black paws, her long black wolf form disappeared into the coils of fog and darkness her ears back against her head as she ran towards the scent of the Lamian Prince.




Diloxi’s vision blurred she felt the magic restraints lift from above as the formation slowly plodded forward she was carried in the arms of one of her Dark Elf guards as she leaned her head against his chest. She focused her mind on the magic, the nightmarians had pulled back the anti magic field. She smiled and closed her eyes using her will to convey more orders. ”Mages set up defensive magic to strengthen the phalanx, set up a field of blades just outside our numbers, and burn the wagon blocking our path. We need to get to the woods as fast as we can!” Fire sliced through the canyon from the phalanx as the shambled wagon that blocked the mouth of the pass irrupted into brilliant flames. Silver glinted in the darkness as small sharpened magic blades sliced about the tight formation cutting into stone and flesh alike with wild abandon as the formation continued to march forward cutting anything that rested them, though many of the savage were pulling back to face the white robed forms on the bluff.

Diloxi extended her will hoping to find General Fong’s mark extinguished.. sadly it wasn’t. She could feel him coming near, and her voice slid through the minds of those that were marked once again. ”Someone find General Fong, I believe he has been injured.” Her eyes stayed closed as she felt the magic behind the phalanx flicker, she wasn’t sure of the cause of the flicker, but she guessed it was caused by the movement of a nightmairian. Still it was hard to tell when she was held tightly and her vision blocked by steel. Only those in the front and sides of the formation could actually see what lie outside its steel ordered numbers.

Some of those caught behind the formation unable to join its ranks sliced at Mercy’s from, they attacked out of desperation to escape the slaughter more out of thought, though still more tried to pass her without a fight to escape with their comrades. It wouldn’t be long before the formation was at the end of the pass, but the sound of the armored shod feet and the clank of metal marching forward was defining, the sound seemed to make the seconds drag on.. they wanted to escape, they wanted to run.. yet the only chance for survival was to hold in the slow moving formation.

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Damnit all to the darkest abyss... he thought, slapping away a sword thrust and crushing the offending halfling within his coils. Shokunen's gaze held the general line along the clifftops and a loud hiss of frustration came about unbidden. All along the top of the pass his troops were being slaughtered, and many kicked off to fall to their deaths. Even within the obscuring rain it was impossible to miss the striking white figures dancing about the rocks. Looking further down, he saw that his men on the tops must've been dealt with already, as the assailants were drawing bows and picking off the soldiers along the rocky outcroppings with well placed shots. With a sudden lunge the prince hammered at the shiled of a rather large enemy knight, while a familiar scent tickled his nostrils. The lamia glanced back to see a wolf bounding towards him and was about to shout orders to focus on the ground forces when a movement out of the corner of his eye demanded attention. To the east, gliding along the top of the pass was an enormous shadow heading straight for the battle proper. What...the hell?


The dark elf avenger was closing in on the great warbeast of a mammoth and swung with all of his might in order to cleave through the druid's trunk-like leg. He pitched forward overbalanced though, suddenly finding himself without a target to hit. Melianth fell forward into the mud and came up in a roll, facing tumbling armor and chains with a look of utter confusion strewn across his face. Amidst the rain, the chunks of exoskeleton and the scrambling contruct, he caught a glimpse of a striking female form within. After a few brief movements the figure whom he'd identified as a rather attractive minotaur woman, rolled out from the collapse and chucked a spear which was easily parried. The darkling was still much too stunned to speak, much less pursue the druid. His amazement was no longer caused by Dani's disappearing act, however, but the massive shadow hurtling in from the end of the pass. With barely a thought, he whispered; "What in the hell...?"

Near the northern side of the field things had toned down to a stalemate, the the enemy archers and casters along the cliffs suddenly ceasing their assault. Belsius's chest heaved with exertion, having been spent physically so hard had he fought. Only a multitude of healing spells had kept the northern wall up, and he'd done minimal healing to himself. A mental nudge towards the center of the army signalled that Melianth was calling him via Diloxi's strange mark, one that the brothers hadn't taken the time to learn to use. In any case, the elder Avaran sprinted off into the midst of the caravan after making sure his side was secure. After leaping over an arrow-strewn wagon, his breath caught. By the heavens...


The white robed attackers made short work of the Savage forces along the ridges and cliffs, and made to put an arrow through any who would oppose them. Several spoke a word of command and engulfed a few of Visar's "murder" in large flaming orbs that hissed and sputtered in the dowpour. They dodged and weaved amongst the return fire like ghosts, unnatural in their uncanny speed and silence. The flame-emblazoned robe wearer that had been down by Mercy did little to deter his companions, the other two leaning over the edge and tossing down flaming spheres of death upon the nightmarian woman. One of the unknown attackers stood at the edge, staring out past her hood to the east. With a howl of elation the woman threw back her hood to reveal her gnollish heritage. Several others caught sight of what she saw, and revealed themselves while crying out in a similar fashion. Orcs, humans, elves, halflings, the white figures seemed to be a group comprised of every race, Savage, Civil or otherwise.

The great form flying over the cliffs, previously hidden by rain and distance, made it's appearance. With a heavy beat of wings and a roar loud enough to shatter some of the eardrums of the people below, the beast flew overhead, displaying more than five-hundred feet in length worth of pure, deadly, force. The canyon grew silent, the only sounds being the patter of rain and the remnants of the beast's roar. The only word on everyone's mind, that one unbelievable word was given voice by the gnoll cultist atop the ridge.

"Dragon."

Before any could scream out in terror or even think of fleeing the gargantuan steel dragon unleashed a tremendous gout of fire upon the outer-most forces. It swept over the rest of the men and women fighting in the ravine in seconds, engulfing anyone, Civil or Savage, in life cleansing fire. The dragon suddenly whipped it's massive head around and incinerated the harpies of both the main army and the entirety of the mercenary "murder". In less than twenty heartbeats of pure destruction and primal fear, it was over.
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A full hour passed before any life stirred within the canyon valley. The fact that anything at all moved was a miracle in and of itself. The rain had passed, although the black clouds remained. No longer did water fall down from the sky...but ash. It drifted earthwards like ebon snowflakes, and the ground, covered in a heavy layer of nearly one foot of the stuff was evidence of the dragon's destruction.

Shokunen burst from the ash in a cloud of dust and wheezed out a ragged breath. After taking a small while to compose himself, the prince looked down at Obadani, whom he cradled inside his tail. Just before the dragons flames Sho had heaved a downed rhino overhead and snatched up the druid turned wolf in a hasty attempt to shield them from the flames. It had worked, as their still breathing attested to, but a long line of burns across his back and left arm spoke of how powerful the dragonfire was. Staring about the pass, seeing nothing but a silent wasteland of ash and death...it was all the prince could do not to cry out in despair. The white assailants were gone. So was the dragon. Now, there was nothing but silence.

A couple hundred yards away Belsius stirred to life, rolling out of the ash. After him the dark elf pulled out the tiny form of Miralight. The cleric tried to erect a holy barrier against the dragon's fury, but fell short. Tears stremed down the darkling's soot-stained cheeks as his eyes roved across the dead valley. Miralight had been to only one he'd been able to protect. A small, very small spark of hope flickered deep within Belsius's chest though. The mental connection Diloxi had set in place was still active somewhat, and he could still feel the link with the queen, his general and even Mel, to his relief. Now he was sure at least a few people had survived...that was something at least.

Still. This day was no victory. To anyone. This day was darkness, death and despair.

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Visar rolled and wheeled up into the sky as the white cloaks returned fire, the shrieks of his murder warned him their focus had changed views. Wings beat heavily as his voice whipped out into the stormy air, "Retreat! Retreat to the clouds!" As his voice called out he became aware of the silence head moving around until his single eye caught sight of a looming shape and shadow. His indigo eye blinked as he rubbed at it with the back of a taloned hand, uncertain if his one eye was playing tricks on him. As he stopped to hover he heard a voice that sounded very much like his own as it only whispered into the wind and was consumed. "By the Female's Nest and Tempest's Ferocity..." He seemed too stunned as the dragon flew in but in the back of his mind he began to register its head was reeling back to unleash a terrible power no one had seen in many, many years. "Fire! Fire! Evasive maneuvers! Now Damn It!" His body wheeled and turned rolling with the wind as he shot passed his stunned group, a few recovering from what they saw to follow, spinning and flying as hard as their wings could carry them.

Hawk, Raven, Finch and Falcon were close behind their leader as Raven glanced back to call out to those that struggled to orient themselves in the storm. As he turned to shout he saw the jet of flames consume the pass beneath before it began to streak high into the air, his eyes watching as their murder was there in one moment and ash in the next, the heat scorching his face from the distance as flames rolled through the sky, vaporizing rain into steam in an instant as it drew closer. His body screamed a solitary cry as he spun higher into the clouds, his hand tearing at the shoulder of the others as he rose, uncaring as they cut and ripped through flesh and drew blood. They all climbed into the sky, buried by clouds as everything behind them began to vanish in the wall of burning fire.

Then it met them.

Silence enveloped the sky of the last harpies as wing beats grew silent. Though those that fled weren't fortunate to have death embrace them as their scorched frames began to plummet from the sky, wind buffering and dragging them about as they suddenly broke cloud cover, smoke trailing from their smoldering feathers as they fell well behind the pass to the ground. Their weapons useless as what little arrows that remained seemed stuck to the inside of charred quivers. They fell without moving or speaking, bodies unconscious from the sudden consuming flame that stole away their breath.

Visar's eye blinked open as he saw the ground above hims and the sky below. His head hurt as his whole body was scorched with minor and major burns. His wings were still on his body but they hurt to move. Looking up at the ground coming to meet him he didn't have the luxury of not flying. Rolling around as best he could, he fanned his wings out against the intense pain from ever little movement his flapping produced. His body stretching out as his lone leg and taloned foot stretched ready to hit the earth and slow and stop his fall.

His foot hit the ground but his momentum didn't break, carrying him up and over as what little ammunition and weapons were stripped from him save his armor. Coughing as he stared up at the sky he watched the struggling forms of those left as they made similar crash landings all across the region. His head rocked one way and the next, the pass barely seen far away in some direction he couldn't identify, away from that night mare. At that point, he didn't give a damn as he closed his remaining eye and let darkness take him again, his breath slowly rising and falling as his mind slipped away from the present.


Dracon's head snapped up from where he sat at the edge of Gaol. Few had approached him since his arrival, just a bit late of the main forces moving. None bothered him, so he didn't do anything as well. In fact, his position still sat his right foot in the back of the Orc as he sat on the headless body, arms resting at his side as his right hand twirled one of his two sickle blades. The sun had advanced while he waited and it gleamed far further from the morning to somewhere past noon. Time wasn't what he worried about.

Now his head looked towards the Pass, the information he gleaned from one of the terrified goblins after he looked at the wretched beast. As he watched his body quivered before rising slowly, ripping his taloned foot from the back with a sickening pop and sucking noise as he turned his back from the camp. His hands replacing his blades as each foot was slowly put in front of the other, walking in the direction of the pace with no particular hurry but a casual walk, as if sauntering through a flower filled meadow in some peaceful place and time.

Though his eyes gleamed red and drank in blood and chaos as a new glow seemed to fill him as he walked.

As he walked...

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Her lungs burned for air, she screamed out in the choking warmth that encased her as ash and metal exploded outwards from where she had come to rest. Her blue eyes slid over the ashen chasm, the flakes sliding over the pass like the softest snow, yet leaving a stained dirty look instead of the crisp clean white of winter. She clutched her head as she sat up gasping and closed her eyes tightly. She couldn’t remember what happened, she couldn’t remember how she had gotten here, then it all came crashing back to her. The roar sounded and she issued the command to gather and protect, they formed up around her two of her men enchased in armor crouching above her as she sat on the ground gathering energy. Dragon.. it had been a dragon.. that is what her men said, she remembered extending a shield of black flame before them, to try and redirect the flames, to try and protect those that she was in charge of.

Her magic had held for a moment.. but only a moment before the flames rushed in and seared most of her men to ash. When it reached the bodies that pressed her to the ground and shielded her it slowly burned them away. She remembered the air leaving her lungs she remembered fighting against their weight trying to free herself from their suffocating grasp. Then she remembered releasing a wave of searing flame out and they fell to ash.. she had killed them.. they might have survived if she hadn’t of killed them. Her eyes went wide as she looked through her graceful black fingers at the ash around her. A tear slid down her cheek leaving a wet line against her ash drenched countenance. Her blue hair stained grey with the soft flakes, at her sides were bones and melted armor. She remembered the men she killed.. her guards that only tried to protect her.. she would bring them back.. her beautiful Dark Elves.. she would bring them back when she found the Gift.

She pushed herself to her feet and stumbled back falling into the soft ash and snarling. Her hand searched the ash for her staff, she knew she would have been dead if the staff had been consumed, it would have exploded with enough force to create a crater if the Dragon’s flames had touched it. She found the twisted gnarled staff and pulled it up using it to lean against. She stood her hair blowing in the soft breeze as her eyes scanned the monochromatic horizon, the sun was beginning to rise, yet it was still as hot as mid day. Anger touched her.. Dragons would try and take the gift.. they would try and become the gods. She would not allow that, she would not let that happen. She extended her will through the link trying to find other survivors, Miralight.. Belsius, and even Melianth had survived. Her eyes slid up the bluff to Sho as he pulled himself from the ash, her long hair coiled about her form as she locked eyes with him. No smile touched her lips at the sight of him, though joy did find her heart. A couple Dark Elves and the Lamian Prince had survived.. her mind still searching for others with her mark that had survived.. she hoped for more Dark Elves, but that was still very doubtful.. it was a blessing that as many had survived.. though this would change the course of the war… it was not only the Savage and the Civil, but the Dragons they would need to fight.



Dani stirred and gasped for air as she looked around, she was nude and in her normal form once again as she climbed from Sho’s coils. She started to dust herself off only to stop and look around in horror, she hadn’t seen what had done this, she only remembered being man handled by the Prince and then she couldn’t breathe, she had curled into his coils at the searing heat, but had been protected by the Rhino and his form. Her small frame watched as the ash fell, a horrible sadness filled her as she slid her arms over her breasts and looked around for something to cover herself with. She really hated when she left her cloths at the rear of the camp… normally she could focus enough to have the cloths stay hidden under her fur of the beast she shifted to, but she had not paid attention when she shifted out of the mammoth form and they now were undoubtedly burned with everything else.

”I’m going to go look for survivors.. if I find any civilized do you want me to capture them?” her eyes slid down noticing the couple forms moving in the ash, her brown eyes narrowing in contempt. She would happily go kill them all if he asked, she hated them, she would have been happy to never see one of the civilized races ever again. Her tail swished irritably in the ash as she snorted trying to clear the ash from her nose.




Miralight happily curled tightly against him, the pen tucked in her robe and the book clutched tightly to her chest. Ash slid over her small features as she nuzzled against the Dark Elf’s chest a gentle smile over her lips. She slept soundly without worry.. something most people were unable to do since the wars started. Halflings were oddly resilient, they seemed to take death and hardship with a lightness that few could manage. Her odd heavy clothing made her feel heavier then he would think for her size. It didn’t look like she would wake without him rousting her. At least not any time soon.

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"Naughty boys and girls, aren't you?" Mercy said, making kissing expressions at the white-garbed men and women. Dodging the flaming blasts, she watched them explode on the ground around her, all the while flinging back fist-sized rocks from her sling. The sound of depressed skulls was a beautiful thing to hear in response, thought it wasn't immediately fatal. She often enjoyed watching those kinds of wounds progress, the victim thinking they got away with a small head wound before suddenly dying just a day later due to the hemorrhaging of the brain. Then the feast began. Everything paused, suddenly was everyone noticed the large shadow approaching the battlefield. She backed up to crane her neck, bumping into into the sitting Gale Bringer. She didn't look down and notice quite yet, trying to figure out what that thing was. "Now now now.... This couldn't possibly be..."

The Wind General looked up, aware that the battle had slowed and stopped. A shadow. Large, and flying straight toward the Akaldai pass. It was no bird, or any flying creature that existed to his knowledge, save for one or two mythical creatures and extinct monsters of old. Gathering his thoughts, the General's face revealed a shred of fear. "Impossible."

"Dragon.

It swooped from the clouds. The shark-like instinct for survival never left Fong, as he impatiently knocked on the dazed Nightmarian Spider's leg until she turned. When she did, her eyes focused slightly. "If you want a goodbye kiss, dear, you have the wrong person." She said, her personality radiating from her even with imminent death in sight. The General paused for a split second to give her a cold stare.

The blast of flame smashed into the ground not too far from them, getting closer as the Dragon began to fly over the Akaldai Pass.

"No you fool. I want to survive. If you will get your mind out of the gutter for maybe a few moments, we could make it. Now quickly, use your armor to shield off any flames. I'll create an outer air lock." The General spat back. The Nightmarian paused, but any prospect of surviving was a good one. Crouching over the General, she used her impressive flexibility to curl under her sturdy abdomen, turning it into a round oval-like shield.

Fong closed his eyes, feeling power radiate through his body. Flames required air to burn. That is why explorers bring torches with them when adventuring through caves. Once the torch goes out, it's a sign that there is nothing suitable to burn. It prevents an untimely death. By taking surrounding air and locking it out of the space, there is, in turn, nothing that will allow the dragon's breath to pass through other than the propulsion used by it's breath. It only lasted a moment, but the fire blasting around the air lock nearly broke just as the flames reached them. The strength fled from the Gale Bringer's body, as his form was taxed even further beyond it's limit. The black tumor throbbed, angrily protesting losing any source of food keeping it alive. His body was the result of the tumor's powerful response to the ebb of strength.

As the Nightmarian pulled herself off the Gale Bringer, she rubbed her abdomen. Now both sides were evenly fried with magical burns. So much for the famous Nightmarian Armor. It was a meager defense against such powerful dragon flame. Turning around, she flinched sharply at Fong.

The General ignored the Nightmarian Spider's reaction. This always happened when he forced himself past the pitiful limit his ailment had set. He was aware of it, but he had to find other survivors. He stood up. "You... may do as you please, Spider. We have no need for each other any more." He said. The Spider made no response, her face twisted slightly in a almost concerned paternal stare. He touched the link once, and confirmed that Ebon, Melianth, Miralight, and Belsius had survived. There was no other response, so he cut the link almost right after. He looked around. The forms that were still moving were a sharp contrast to a valley of the dead, the sharp smell of burned flesh of all races.

"Apologies, Queen of the Dark Elves. I still have not found justice for dealing your 'punishment'." He murmured softly, even Mercy didn't hear him despite her fairly close proximity. He approached the moving figures finally.

What they would see is a fully garbed General Fong, his clothes slightly burned. However, there were several unsettling features. His eyes, the tear ducts were leaking a gratuitous amount of blood down his cheeks. His ears as well, as well as the space under all the nails in his left hand were dripping blood. Damn illness. It was too conspicuous. It was lucky the tumor had not spread any further so it would be revealed.

Mercy stood a ways back, still under the dumb shock of what happened. Her stump of a left arm was almost grown back, lucky undamaged by the raging Dragon Breath.

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Shokunen laid his hand down gently on the young minotaur girl's head, his voice a tight whisper. "No...there aren't...if they haven't gotten up by now, they aren't going to at all. We're done..." silently he added to himself, I'm done.


As the ash settled on the Akaldai Pass in a bleak snow, a profound sense of loss swept across not only this land...but Norr itself. All across the continent similar events had and were occuring. White robed assailants appeared seemingly out of thin air to disrupt battles, slaughter camps in the dead of night and even within the hearts of major cities. Entire armies were beaten, nobles and peasants, men and women of every race wiped from the planet, every attack meeting the same end result...dragons. The great beasts that were presumed long dead swept across the earth in a rain of flame and fury. Within the span of barely an entire day, both the Civil and Savage factions collapsed under the raw might of the newly arisen dragons and their followers. It seemed the few survivors of the Akaldai were only the first of many to bear what would be known as the Day of Ashes.

The prophecy of the Final God hadn't been some riddle or half-truth...the dragons were playing the game along along. Slowly gathering strength, amassing their own armies and gaining a foothold. Nobody knows how so many of the epic creatures could go unnoticed for so long, and at this point only one option was clear. Neither Civil nor Savage could defeat the dragons alone...and no great union was founded to fight off the new threat, no cooperation for the greater good. The races simply scattered, gathered again and began to rebuild. After the devastation wrought on the Day of Ashes and the weeks following, the grief was too much and the thought of losing so many was too great a burden for any leader to bear. Those kings and queens that hadn't been slain by the attacks retreated to their own kingdoms, walling themselves off from the world. The bid for the gift of godhood was still in effect however, though it seemed the dragons were intent on beating the mortal races down. For a long while, there was only silence.

Well...lemme see here...what was it that happened next...

The setting changes from The Akaldai Pass to Gia

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Two years have passed since that horrid day, when the dragons scorched the earth and let the skies bleed ash. Every mortal capital has been destroyed save for the human, elven and dark elf capitals as well as the gnollish and lamian capitals...which were renamed the Paragon. Nearly each and every small town, fiefdom and city aside from those five within the Paragon have been razed by the Children of Flames, the dragon faction. Barely a month after their emergence the Children seemed content with controlling a majority of the mortal race's major cities and ceased their mass attacks. Given the amount of disposessed people and the fact that the capitals could ony hold the richest and most important, the lost, the homeless and the mercenaries and soldiers without purpose slowly drifted together. These men and women of every race, from across the continent began to amass and rebuild. Dwarves and minotaur, halflings and goblins worked side by side to shape stone and build foundations. Lamia and elves, nightmarians and deep humans, your race didn't matter as long as you contributed in some way.

The speed at which these makeshift cities arose and grew in popularity was astounding, the first of these "Havens" popping up after only a couple months of having been practically destroyed. They functioned like normal cities, for the most part, trading and bartering, living in houses, gambling and everything else inbetween. It wasn't like these places were resistance stronghold erected to oppose the dragons...no...they were simply places to live. To survive. There was an unspoken truce between races, that nobody would discriminate or attack out of ignorance...not publicly anyways. A senate made up of a representative of each race was usually the law of the Havens, and since things were about equal there were surprisingly few complaints. The largest Haven at this point in time lies in the ruins of a once great orc city in the lands between the Imperian and the Jurial Plains. This megapolis, a melting pot of every race, is known as Gia. The city has been rebuilt from the ground up with a thriving marketplace, city hall, libraries built to preserve lore and even a red-light district. Needless to say, there are several thousand homes of varying size and make packed all throughout and even under the city.

It was founded almost exactly five months after the Day of Ashes by a Shokunen Helvaras, who abdicated the title as monarch in favor of a council soon after. He was offered a seat within the lamia capital, safe from the outside world and reluctantly accepted. For now, the council rules and things go well...



"Mel! I need three roast boar specials for four, hold the sauce on one of 'em!" the dark elf at behind the bar worked at a fevered pace, calling back the customer's orders and sliding froth-topped mugs of ale down the long table while scooping up handfuls of coin all at once. Belsius Avaran caught a slight moments reprieve and surveyed his tavern. Well, partially his. Still, it felt good to have a purpose again, however minor. He and his brother now owned the largest inn in Gia, the Holy Hannah.

Back in the kitchen Melianth flipped over two frying pans filled with meaty smelling vegetables along with small bits of pork. He flipped around within the tiny cooking space and opened up a clay over filled with several roasts and pulled a large slab of meat out. After a couple cuts and curses the food was prepared and the tall darkling pressed a waiting bell. "Sweets, order goin' out! Table four!" he set the trio of plates down on the counter within easy reach and leaned against the wall for a moment catching his breath. It had been a busy day, considering it was only afternoon. He wiped his hands on a rag and checked the bandanna in his long hair to see if the thing was still tied back. He glanced outside and noticed the sun was high in the sky, it was nearly midday! Melianth's suspicions were confirmed when a beefy orc boy squeezed past him into the kitchen.

"Sorry boss! I slept in! I'll get to work on the double." the young orc, Lo, immediately began working and checking on what was cooking and reading out the orders.

Mel grinned and shrugged, moving out into the tavern area to see Belsius removing his own apron and handing it to a scarred, rather tattered looking grey furred gnoll woman. She may not have been the most pleasing thing to look at, but the old bitch was as nice as they come. Having gotten their replacements, the two made their way to the middle of the eating area where Miralight and here animated servants were handing out platters of food. We're going out to buy pick up the shipment of barley and venison." he said, kissing the halfling on the cheek as he passed.

Belsius followed close behind and pointed towards the bar. "Ferana has your lunch, make sure you eat before taking your break to...study..." he scowled slightly. "Seriously, you forget to eat so often it's no wonder your so small." he smiled now, leaning down to peck her other cheek before jogging out after Melianth. "We'll be back by sundown at the latest! Oh, and tell the little ones that their food is behind the bar too!"

"Bye luv!" they both called out just before striding into the crowded streets. Today was a good day.

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Despite many protests from many people, the General of the Wind refused to work any sort of job that required copious amounts of physical labor. They claimed he was strong enough, but of course they didn't know about the man's illness. Over the course of two years, the rate of infection had sharply risen, a second black tumor-like discoloration appearing on his right side, just above the pelvis area. He had taken to the habit of washing in a rather odd way, declining offers to any public bath and washing in a large barrel filled with rice water. The General claimed it was for good health. It was, the thick, murky pale liquid obscured the black root-like symptoms of his mysterious disease. Just in case anyone happened to pass by.

His stamina and endurance had decreased as well, so to conserve his vitality, he trained every day in a sort of Tai Qi Quan manner, to avoid actively causing his tumors to pain him, and to avoid the appearance he had given himself after surviving the Day of Ashes. Only Mercy knew, and on his bid, he had paid her to seek out any sort of information on his ailment. Of course, her rates remained as high as ever, since there would be no real fighting save for the Children of Fire.

Of course, he did contribute to the haven of Gia. Because of the constant ongoing work, The Wind General had a intimate knowledge of the weather, and many of the buildings were because of his planning, and architectural work. Even in the driving rains and blistering winds the structures would suffer minimal damage, if any at all. It left him relatively free, since many of the buildings only needed the same set of plans. He had also opened up a small armory, using his suppliers from his home city. Stocked up on the plain and the exotic, there was always a weapon that a soldier would fancy. The armor wasn't too bad either. Fong usually worked as a brain. In a sense. Due to his condition, he couldn't work much in menial labor, therefore he often did planned, negotiated, and discussed quite frankly with others. His thought process was incredible, few could keep on the same level as him for long. Of course, the armory was only part of a duo of businesses. The city often had those who were very stressed. Fong used his knowledge of Qi, the power running through everyone's body to relax, and clear the mind. Juggling all these at once was what Fong did to keep himself busy, and to excuse himself for his inability to work with his soldier through physical labor.




"Calm yourself. Continue breathing in and out as I instructed. There is nothing to worry about." The cool voice whispered, dancing on the wind lightly. It was a small room, where a woman stood, wearing only her undergarments. She stood erect, arms out. A dark haired man, dressed so only his neck, head, and hands showed that he was human. The rest of his body was robed in his preferred dress code- the Chang-shan.

The room was heavy with an invisible force, what the man called Qi. His left hand was positioned so that only his index and middle finger stood straight, the others curled in. Drawing it down the woman's back, he slowly pulled it away, as if excising something heavy- but fragile. It would be another hour before he was finished.

"Thank you! I feel so fresh now!" The woman said, taking the cold-looking man's hand. She paid him the small fee he stubbornly kept modest, and left, almost bouncing in clothes. There were many more doctors, men that had worked with Fong before- but weren't present during the Day of Ashes. They knew what they were doing, and were valuable during the hours where most people visited. Since the sessions took a long time, it helped to have their hands working for him.

"Next patient, please." The man said. No response. His staff must have taken the rest of them. Slowly, he locked up his room, ending his day. He walked next door to the armory, which was doing modest business, since very few wanted to pick up a weapon to wield for their own. He walked upstairs. His abode was small, and situated above the armory. There, he sat behind a large desk where an assistant had brought up some requests for fix-ups within the city. The former General looked through the plans, examining them thoroughly.

It had been a year since Mercy left on her hunt for answers. Her arm had healed during the year she worked with him, which proved to be helpful, if not making her more annoying. She often enjoyed flirting with him, though got slightly put out by his neutral, though somewhat cruel behavior. He wondered briefly how her search was going.

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Miralight had been curled under the bar counter for most of the morning tinkering with a very small gem, and what looked like a bunch of sown together white stones, though upon closer inspection the stones looked more like large bones. They had lines and holes they were sown together by odd red cords that looked metallic yet no metal had that blood red quality to it without looking dull. The gem was cloudy and blue, it looked like a large but poor sapphire as she stitched it with the large bones mounting it on a plate of the same odd red metal. She had stood up to take the order slipping the odd bones and the stone inside her robes when she was suddenly grabbed and kissed on the cheek. She heard his voice but was rather stunned at the kiss and the warm embrace for several seconds.

About the time she realized who had just grabbed her and ran off the second brother did the same and she squeaked flailing as she was grabbed and kissed again. She grinned lopsidedly this time and waved after them before rolling her eyes as she was berated for not eating. They both were trouble.. complete and total, they interrupted her work constantly, then helping them out with the bar took time away from her projects as well. Though.. she enjoyed them.. they listened to her, they helped her when they could and they always made sure she ate and slept. She wondered if she would have turned herself into an undead by now to keep herself from falling dead to starvation if it wasn’t for them. Though the prospect of becoming undead seemed wrong somehow.. not that she was against it really!

”I’ll eat!.. as long as you two let me stay up late!” she grinned brightly and then slid the plate of food for herself off the counter. She extended her will to the small rope constructs that looked much like dolls near the side of the room. The dolls shivered to life and grabbed the plates that needed to be taken to the various customers sliding through the room gracefully and relatively unnoticed as they made their rounds. Mira slid to the back corner of the bar and ate, she did hate one thing about living with the brothers, she never got to pull all nighters.. they had a conspiracy to make sure she was sleeping after the first week of getting her workshop in the sub cellar of the bar when she didn’t sleep the entire week working on her creations.. well one creation.. but even they didn’t really know about it. They took turns grabbing her from her work and dragging her to bed, then once they had her they would bear hug her until she fell asleep. She tried about anything she could think of to get away.. even locked her door, but they found ways.. they always did and each night she was drug off and hugged like a teddy bear until she was asleep.

It put a huge dent on her work time.. though it was nice to curl up to a warm body at night. ”Lo!! I’m going to take my lunch down stairs! I’ll be back! The girls have it covered!” she bellowed as she spun her finger in the air, the two rope dolls waited patiently for Lo to finish the orders so they could diliver them. Miralight slid through the back rooms then down the first set of stairs. She slid through the cellar, then found the small passageway in the back and wove down the staircase into the large vault like room below. The room was covered from back to front with metal, junk, bones, and cloth, it looked like a storage room in a hap hazard mess.. yet.. to her.. it was perfect.. everything here she needed for her project.. ever piece was important.. and every piece brought her closer to making what even the Gods couldn’t have managed. She pulled out the bones and the stone, her hand sliding over the stone as it shifted and whispers came from it. The stone glowed in the dark room casting an eerie blue light about Mira’s face as she smiled brighter down at it. It was what people called a stone of souls.. the stone itself held many souls.. they were used to power the most powerful of constructs.. though getting it had been almost as hard as getting the skull.. still.. it would be worth it.. in the end.. it would all be worth it. The whispers stopped and silence slid through the dark room… at the side of the room a large dark figure draped in cloth loomed over the rest of the chaos, its form totally lost in the folds of fabric that concealed it.. though whatever it was made the room look horribly small. Mira slid her hand over the cheek bone of the black skull that had been Nhil’s constant companion.. and now was hers.

”Just a little more my friend.. it wont be long now.” She slid to the work bench and began working on the order for stirring spoons and animated brooms.. they would take her the rest of the afternoon, but the price they would fetch would be enough to buy a couple more parts she needed.

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Upon opening the Holy Hannah’s doors, his nostrils were immediately kissed by the delicious aromas of hearty food. This small kiss only left his nostrils unsatisfied and hungry for more. Using powerful wind wizardry known only to these strange facial features, the wicked nose captured as many fair aromas it could reach. The end result was a loud snort that drew unneeded attention from nearby patrons.

Feeling the awful burning sensation from the surrounding unseen gazes, Magnum strolled forward with a sheepish sorry expression plastered on his face. As he walked towards the bar he swore he could hear ghostly whispers all around him. Newcomer. Pfft. The replacement dumbass is here. Who the hell is he? Mmmmm…. That face he’s making is so cute! Magnum did his best to ignore both the voices and the eyes surrounding him.

That's when he spotted an animated rope doll waitress moving about with a grace that shouldn’t be possible for a walking bundle of rope. Completely enchanted by the living construct, he followed it with all the curiosity of a child. The doll didn’t seem to mind the strange man-child tailing behind it as it slid to it’s destination. Other people however did. They displayed their disapproval with soft insults and light physical contact. Magnum couldn't care less at the moment as all that mattered was the marvelous creature in front of him. Once the doll finished delivering a certain trio of roast boar specials his need to satisfy his curiosity finally got the best of him. Trying his best to block it’s path his green eyes sparkled with excitement as he began to blurt out questions. β€œWhat are you? Are you sentient? Can you understand me? How were you made? Did someone make you? If so, who? Is it magic that’s keeping you animated? Do you have a name?”

The only acknowledgment the doll gave Magnum was that he was an obstacle needed to be passed. As it tried to circle around him to continue with it’s duties, it accidentally brushed up against him. Upon contact it briefly stopped before gravity took notice and dragged both the lifeless doll and the dishes it carried towards the earth. The noise of shattered glass filled the room signaling all those who wasn't already watching him or were just ignoring him to shift their gazes on him. A most heavy silence followed the crash.

At least one of his questions were answered: that doll was animated by magic. Magic he accidentally destroyed. Just as he purified that handmaid of life, so too did his enthusiasm flee.

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#, as written by Saken
Two years.

Two years...

Two years.


No mater how Mae or Kenai said the words, how the infliction upon them may change, there was no way to change that the passage of time was exactly the same each time the phrase rolled off their sandpaper like tongues. It was in the simply way that the number, with it's attached increment, dripped from their lips. There was no way to change that such a large amount of time had passed, and look where they were.

Sitting upon the streets of Gai, one of the streets that the poor lived in with the hopes that the Dragon-Folk would give them mercy, would not spit fire at them and slaughter them by the hundreds, perhaps thousands.

The two cat-creatures should have been at him, resting besides the queen that they survived, living the life of retired solders, with all their aches and pains taken care of them for service done well, but no. No, their queen had laughed at them – mocked them for their injuries that they had gotten in the heat of..What?

Neither of the two had been in a 'battle' with the Lamia Prince. They had played the part of spoiled pets in order to receive information upon the Savage encampment, the people that their Queen's advisers had assured would be the winners of the war to become God's. They were supposed to help the Savage side, to gain all knowledge upon them – from their fighting skill, to their numbers, to who screwed who so that the hybrid race, a strange mixture of Gnolls and Humans, could rise up and become..Become legends, become -Gods-.

All that changed on the night of Fire, though. The night when the Civil and the Savage had gone out to war and the Dragon-folk had come swooping down, unexpected but real. No extinct as so many had thought. It was the night that left Kenai forever blind and Mae with a spiderweb of scars that curled along her back, thick pink scars that prickled at the flesh, rough but smooth to the touch.

Two years...

A rough, broken, sob fell from Mae's lips as she tried to cover her brother with a blanket that she had just brought. He had collapsed upon the 'road' in a fit, a fever once more crippling his body before they could get to that 'place' that they called home, a sort of Inn where the two worked- or, to be accurate, where Mae worked and Kenai entertained. The male was crippled, his once brilliant blue eyes now murky. Even he could have seen what he had become the once proud healer-spy would have sobbed in utter contempt and self pity. His right ear was gone, and as he thrashed about in the grips of this fever, the stub twitched as if it were trying to move a phantom limb...eyelids, ragged bits of flesh that were barley kept together, were flickering over his sightless orbs and his stubs of claws scratched at the air.

Mae stared at her brother, slight face twisted into a frown, brilliant mismatched iris' fixated upon the wreck of a creature her brother had become. She knew that they should attempt to get to the establishment before nightfall because who knew when those sky-demon's would fly by shooting flame at the forsaken city, but she couldn't bare too move him.

What if this time the fever killed him?

The girl's tail dragged a crossed the dirt street, causing little tufts of air to puncture the sky as if it were trying o tell her something about the hopelessness of her situation.

Two years...


It really didn't feel like it had been two years to Mae.

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#, as written by Neava13
Snarls raced through the air as the huge Jahardian Bison slammed its form into Dani’s side. She was lifting into the air by the momentum of the blow and the quick jerk of the animal’s body when it impacted her. Her canine form spread out trying to catch more air and slow her fall; she felt herself spin then impact on the hump of the huge bull. She gripped the animal with her fangs and then her form shimmered, within a second instead of the black wolf gripping the back of the bison it was the form of a huge coffee brown Roc, its talons digging into the neck and shoulders of the animal as its beak sliced into the backbone of the huge horned bison. Dani extended her wings as a shriek of pain echoed through the savanna from the beast she was killing.

The animal’s pelt would bring a small fortune, but they were nearly impossible to bring down, she didn’t want to ruin the pelt so she dug her beak into the muscular back and then gripped the spine and twisted. The animals back legs jerked out and it fell to the ground as Dani took flight. An orc riding a large twisted beast called a worg rode up on the scene. The orc dismounted and slammed its spear between the eyes of the huge animal still struggling futilely to get away. Dani circled her shadow growing smaller and smaller as her form shifted to the raven she was also fond of. Roc’s were too conspicuous and ended up getting her in more trouble than they were worth for the most part. The raven offered incite, and they were so common that people overlooked them easily.

She landed on the shoulder of the Orc, named Talik, as he reached up and stroked her head gently. She craned her neck into the gentle stroke and then crowed watching him as he went about dressing out the body. He pulled out the animals heart and took a large bite out of it holding it up for her to sink her beak into as well. Blood flowed down his black skin and over his yellowed tusks as the heart continued to sputter and pulse in his huge clawed hand. She fluttered her wings and then jumped to the still pulsing meat and ate at it with him. They had hunted together for a while now, he was an impressive ranger, and a good friend. Though the entire left side of his body was scared by what looked like fire, a testament to the day that everything shifted in the world. She stayed as a raven letting her bruised ribs heal and her shoulders mend as she bounded off his shoulder and glided over to feasted on cuts of meat that fell into the grass.




The day slid on, they had acquired a massive amount of furs and meats to sell at Gia’s markets. Dani’s raven form rode on the now salted furs and drying meats that draped over the second huge dog like black worg tied off to Talik’s. It was a bit afternoon as they road in and began selling their goods to the local meat markets, Talik’s thick orcish language caused many of the gnolls and humans haggling with him to take a step back. Talik had a way of making people wince and roll over just because of his size and power, much less his aggressive and loud tone. He haggled a good dime from the merchants, and even went so far as to push one of the merchants to pay nearly twice what the Bison pelt was worth. But such was the normal affairs of Talik’s haggling skills. She as always was only seen as his faithful pet raven that perched on his worgs eating the flies that flew too close to the drying and salted meats. Her huge dark skinned companion slid into the markets leaving her to watch the worgs. Her golden eyes watched the passerby’s curiously, though no one was brave enough to come closer than an arm’s length to the worgs. Worgs were a mount that few would tolerate, they tended to be volatile aggressive and cunning. Horses were amiable and far easier to keep fed, though with as much hunting as Talik and Dani did, feeding the worgs was easy. One of the human merchants took a liking to feeding Dani and when Talik was far enough away he took up his routine of tossing her chunks of fish and venison. Before long she was perched on his finger taking food from his hands as he gentle stroked her long black feathers.

He told her about his day.. he told her about how he wished he had such a pretty pet as her. She of course responded with a chipper crow here and there just to keep him talking. She got the news of the day each time they stopped in Gia, though she wondered what he would do if he ever found out the beautiful black bird he fed and petted was really a rather small Minotaur that even in her stunted state would tower over the small youthful human. Her eyes noticed two Drow males make their way through the market, she bounded to the top of the human’s head as he waved them over. She flapped her wings and crowed at them her feathers bristling. Though she had to add a bit of drama, the human expected it of her, besides.. she never had been fond of the Elvin scum.

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Meditation and preparation was complete. As the moon rose high on the plains a few steady fires still burned as the camp slept, preparing for the great attack on the Akaldai Pass in the morning. Sitting on a clearing of matted grass and earth sat a lone figure, body a dark outline to the fire as face was turned up towards the sky. A shooting star streaked high above and vanished from sight once more as hands clapped softly together and were brought up to a face, parting so fingers danced over skin before moving back to clap once more. A pure magic filtered into the body, a soft touch of what could only be described as angelic magic, washing through veins and over skin with clarity and warmth. The spell being cast was the purest form of this magic and, even as it was invoked, the fires seemed to flicker brighter for a moment before it passed. Though the one who invoked it now entered a trance-like state.

The world spun and was dark, blanketing the visible plain as far as the caster could see. Walking in this blackness was strange, yet so familiar from all the other times. This wasn't simply scrying, or viewing into the present. This was foretelling... a fractured prediction of what was to come and what might be. In the blackness sparked a gray that swallowed everything, ferrying the caster far away and into the distant future as its being now floated in the sky. Gender, gravity and all other rules meant nothing here, and from the pedestal it hung from it gazed down on the pass as dark storm clouds hovered in the sky as the pass was showered with a rain of ash. Moonlight bears witness... to the darkest day of our lands... nothing seems possible to change the destiny of war... The voice thundered above all and the caster shuddered as a dark force tore it away from the fractured prediction.

Night was around her as eyes opened once more, body shivering. Never. Never in all her years of prediction did voice come with location, only with faces... identities... Something was not right, dark, darker than the sky. The sky that rained ash... What could it possibly mean? Illessya shivered and looked at the sky before turning to glance at the Pass for tomorrow's attack. Whatever it was, her Orcs wouldn't be there to meet it. She didn't know what the prediction meant but she knew one thing, that Pass was barren, with no life and only ash... She wasn't going to lead her Orcs to be slaughtered.


Fingers moving carefully her left hand clenched to a fist as her right raised high into the air, palm open, as a golden light lifted and burst, its golden rays illuminating everything around the camp as the sentries began to rouse the Horde. "Do you need something Mistress?" One of her guards moved into the fires light, his armor shimmering as he head bowed to her presence.

Illessya rose up, her naked form soft, yet strong, in the moonlight. " I have had a premonition of the battle tomorrow.... We will be moving somewhere else until it is over..."

The Orc bowed lower and stood up, "I will assemble the troops and we will move as you say." He left as she waved him off before looking back into the fire. Her eyes watched the fires leap as the wood beneath slowly turned to ash. Fuel for the fires, but her Orcs would not be fuel...




In one of the far areas of Gia was a section that had a dense population of Orcs. There were other races mixed in with them, but whole communities were set up for the orcs of that sector. They lived across the city and participated with others, though one force, or figure drew them to reside in this area. In one sector where buildings had been scorched to blackened earth sat a tent that had been drawn together of bare and simple fabrics and simple wooden posts. Within this tent sat a shawoman, one who was responsible for saving a great number of her people and others after the Day of Ashes. Illessya's premonition saved a great many from ruin and after the fated day, sent search parties out to retrieve survivors, always on the move to avoid being caught in the fires of the Dragons, as they were told by those they saved.

Now she resided in the city of her kind with a mixture of both races, using her premonitions to watch and warn of anything in the danger, yet not all foretellings are so clear. Not just the Orcs were drawn to her abilities, as it is known that the Orcs hold angelic magic, rather than the arcane or other mixes. Many came to her just to understand her abilities, or came cause they heard of her strange customs, though she welcomes all as if they were apart of her tribe. Indeed it was Illessya who urged her own Orcs to mix in with those of Gia to help the community grow as she sat in her tent to greet and aid those that asked it of her.

On this particular morning she sat in a wash of spices and essence as she waited calmly for her scouts to return. And in time the steady wing beats filled the air as fire shadows spread across the ground, Orcs, Humans and Halflings parting away as the five great Harpies flew down gently and landed in front of the tent, each one watching carefully as they trusted few save the Shawoman. Their leader stood tall, at his full height, wings flapping gently as he hopped into the tent hand reaching out until it came to rest on a stool-like perch that was placed there for him, his body leaning on it heavily so he could stop beating his wings.

She regarded the male thoughtfully as he only watched ahead, that lone indigo eye gazing out to the back of the tent. "Tel me owl... How fares the lands around Gia?" He looked to her then, but only because she spoke to him as an equal and not a lesser, even when she saved the life of he and his companions.

"The land is still quaking from the strike of the Dragons, though there is little to be seen around Gia... almost too quiet if you ask me. Almost like a storm is coming." His eye shifted restlessly then, and she had little to blame him for... When they found the Harpy, his body was scoured with burns and almost all of his feathers were gone from his body. There is nothing more desperate or despair stricken then a Harpy with clipped wings. For the first few months they had to be under constant watch so they wouldn't take their own lives. And in the end they thanked and helped her for letting them live. She moved a hand to the side of her head so she could rest on it, eyes watching him casually as she smirked.

"Nothing changes with the lands... Though my worry is always there, and I have you to thank for keeping watch... Tell me owl," She looked at him seriously for a moment as she sat up, "Will you ever tell me what your real name is... or how you got such wounds on your body.... I would be greatly fascinated with that story..."

Owl regarded her before shifting up onto his single leg and bowed, wings flapping slowly to keep his balance, "Another time perhaps Illessya, this old Fowl has much he must still do, before his tale can be told..."

She smiled and shrugged, "When you are ready, I am always here... Now I think the wind is calling you again, may your skies stay clear."

"And may your visions stay open."

With that the Harpy lifted himself up and left her tent. She watched him through the open flap as he and his band were brought their quivers and bows and took flight once more. Scouting in the morning, and hunting in the afternoon. Life sure was busy here... She smiled and looked at one of the few burning candles she had before looking at the gathering crowd outside. It would be time for her premonition wouldn't it? She smiled and stood up a bit, hands brushing her soft skin as she looked at herself before walking outside, her casting armor inside still as she went out as she was to greet those who came to see her.


"...and I'm saying we should attack now! They are in disarray and the Dragons have emerged!"

The icy whisper echoed cleanly in the dark corridor of stone where they were gathered, where darkness claimed them in a passage believed to be a death trap. It was... when they were in it. The forms were all gathered around a mystical purple flame that burned with little light though just enough to identify the lone passage into the cave. Each form was of great or little height as they stood discussing events. Their voices in cold whispers that gave away neither race nor gender but all of them had a good idea of the other, save their leader.

"You forget your place Gole! It is not up to you but our leader to determine when we shall move..."
"Our leader? Our fool of a leader who spends more time on the surface cutting both ranks of those fools rather than planning like us? What leader goes off on his own to do such foolish things?"
"Watch your tongue! Remember who it was that claimed the head and not you... remember what happened to the last one to question him..."
"Hard to forget that, but we should ignore him and attack now!"

"Ignore who?" The cave fell silent as a pair of red eyes drifted in from the entrance, the fire seeming to illuminated the crimson armor the figure wore as red eyes burned into those gathered. "Attack when they are still banded and strong? Rather than bide our time for when we can cause the most harm. Attack now and be crushed and identified and hunted, than strike in the shadows and crush them all into despair? You do forget yourself Gole... remember I spared you're life cause you were little more than a lieutenant to an old fool."

The one called Gole shifted, "I spoke out of place my Lord. We are at your command and follow you blindly."

"Well maybe not you... but everyone can relearn their place... in time.... Sythris, how fares our operations?"

"It was fairing slow until the Day of Ashes, my Lord, and now with many of the mines and forges abandoned, our claim on Mithril is greater than before... We have finished the first set, not but a few nights before... Of course the first one is for you..." The shadow shifted and lifted up a package close by, the shimmer of mithril seen by the fire as he approached the newcomer. "Like you asked, we rounded up many slaves and drained their blood, using it to cool the fired and molded armor so it resembles your old..."

The one with crimson eyes advanced and took the armor, "As expected from our master smith... I have one complaint however..."

"My lord?"

The one with crimson eyes reached into the helmet gently and slowly pulled out a subterra scorpion by its tail and dangled it between his claws, "It seems Gole isn't the only one who forgets himself..."

"But my Lord, I..." The other couldn't say any more as the other flicked out his hand throwing the tail of the tiny scorpion through the eye hole in the helm as the one called Sythris shrieked as metal gauntlets banged against his helm, trying to rid his face of the pest before his motions became sluggish and fell to the earth, no longer moving.

"Gole."

"Yes my Lord?"

"Strip the traitor of his armor and throw the body into subterra, use the armor on one of our most capable adepts of the forge, and promote him to master... Make sure he doesn't fail me..."

"I will do as you ask, My Lord.... my Lord?"

"Yes Gole, I return to the surface with my new present... I will inform you all of when it is time..."

The one called Gole bowed in the shadows as all the others moved as one to do the same. In one silent breath they all whispered, "All hail Dracon..."

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#, as written by Ghaarme
It was indeed a perfect day. Blue skies with nary a cloud in sight, bright shining sun and bustling streets filled with commerce. It was astounding how well the races of the Savage and Civil could coexist, impossible really. But here it was. It seemed that fear and mutual need was a great way to bring people together. The Avaran brothers made their way through the crowded dirt streets at a leisurely pace, enjoying the sights and smells of the marketplace. As usual, the pair drew more than their fair share of stares. Among the various races within the Havens, both dark elves and lamia were the least common. It might have been for good reason, as the black-skinned elves usually garnered a crowd of the opposite sex...of varying races of course. The halflings and goblins were easy...just a sidestep and wink or a pat on the head sent them to fainting. The medium sized gals, a bit tougher, the orcs, humans and others usually requiring some sort of finesse. The real problem was the dwarves and minotaurs. They just didn't take no for an answer! Plus, those women were built rock-solid! Not even a threat would phase them. Eventually, one of the dark elves would have to flash a prayer of holy fire or two before the minature riots dispersed. Not that Melianth minded the attention.

It wasn't too long before Belsius reached the farmer's district. Mel had gone to grab the meat from the slaughter district and 'run some errands', as he put it. The elder brother made a beeline directly for a rather large stall near the center; Jo's Shack. As he arrived at the counter a pale, petite young woman stepped out from the back and met Belsius's arrival with a warm smile.

"Nice ta' see ya again boyo! What'll ya be 'avin t'day?" she sported a thick accent from the northern lands, her fare skin and bright red hair attesting to that fact. She was beautiful really, and if it weren't for the fact that she was standing right in front of him Bel might have thought her a figment of his imagination. He shuffled awkwardly and blushed, not quite able to form the words. Another woman that could've passed for Jo's double had it not been for her raven black hair walked out from the back hauling a good sized sack.

"He'll be having this, and paying up." the other woman said, not even attempting to hide the steel from her voice.

"Oh c'mon Kat, ya know he's been comin' 'ere since we first opened! No need fer tha' sass!" Jo said, poking her twin in the rib with a grin. Kat simply flashed a rather seductive smile of her own at Belsius, causing him to shift uncomfortably. She waved at the dark elf before returnning to the back of the stall. Jo smirked to reached over the counter to pull Bel's ear. He had been inadvertantly staring at Kat's waist as she left the room. "Ye won' be wantin' any piece a' that. She bites. Hard."

"Uh...yes. Of course..." the flustered cleric withdrew the alotted amount of copper and even added a small tip, paying the lovely little shopkeeper. "Have a nice day." he said with a professional voice and quickly walked off with his barley to keep from embarassing himself further.

Melianth was on the other side of the market approaching a small meat merchant's shed. Damnit to the deepest pits of Avernus...that thrice-damned bird again? That crow disliked him and his brother for a reason that was apparently lost on his wits, and constantly harassed the Avaran brothers with flapping wings and throaty caws. Regardless, Mel put on a winning smile and threw a pouch of coppers to the skinny human. "You've got my venison by the looks of it." the man nodded and hefted up a trio of large paper-wrapped slabs of meat. "Hm...feels a little light," he said with a smile and looked towards the raven. "Have you been stealing my meat again, little sky-shadow?" with a good natured laugh Melianth turned and departed from the district, grateful to escape with no scratches this time.

It was only a short while of walking before the pair met up. That was rather unusual, considering the farmer's district was fairly distant from the slaughter district. "Have some buisness around here, brother?" Mel asked inquisitively.

"Not really. I just stopped by Fong's place to leave a note." Belsius replied.

"Oh? What about?"

"Just invited the guy to dinner. Figure he could use something aside from rice for once." Mel nodded in assent, and the two walked on in silence back to the Holy Hannah. As they walked in the door the older gnoll woman Ferana passed by. She smiled and bowed deeply.

"Sorry brothers," she said in a raspy voice, her thin frame seeming to shake as she spoke, "But I need to knock off early. I have a celebration to attend!"

Melianth stared after her with a puzzled expression, setting down the meat on the counter. "I didn't know there was a festival in town..."

Belsius scowled at the thought and said; "There's no festivals coming Mel, and you know it. There's been nothing to celebrate for a while now...it must be some kind of birth or wedding." they seemed to accept this answer, and began unpacking and prepping their haul.

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#, as written by Arke
"Haaa... Haha... Finally." It was painstaking to get back here, but finally. The Nightmarian Spider walked into the city of Gia, her abdomen holding a asymmetrical sack of god-knows-what. After she was examined, she was let in. Many people already had identified her by sight, and it only took a quick confirmation that she wasn't some magical doppleganger or disguise worn by one of the Children of Fire.

"Where the hell have you been, you thieving pest?" A guard asked, staring at her pointedly. Mercy responded by blowing a kiss and disappearing before the guard could get his wits together. "God damn it." he griped.

The city had grown in size in just a single year. Most of the structures were recognizable- a particular style of Fong's that was resilient to everything mother nature threw at them. Granted, it was a little sacrificial on space, but it provided a sturdy shelter. Mercy tapped her chin with one finger, wondering where the General was now. Before she had left, the Wind General had been moving around, designing structural blueprints for various buildings and sleeping in a tent with everyone else. When some buildings were completed, he moved around, working his stay. "Hopefully the poor fool has some place to stay." She said. "It'd be a pity to see him free-loading again. Though.... it would teach him some manners." She said, thinking more like a mother than a partner. She poked around, and found out that the man had opened up a small clinic and armory, and was continuing to help plan out future buildings. Well, wasn't he the hard worker?

She took off once more, getting a feel for the new city. So much more advanced than it was a year ago. Yawning, she lightly touched her mouth twice with her hand, her lewd actions eliciting embarrassed reactions. She grinned. Still haven't lost my touch.

The Spider decided to take a break. She had been traveling all day, trying to avoid conflict with the Children of Fire. Not that they might have bothered her intentionally, but avoidance altogether was preferable. By everyone. She stopped by a large in, the Holy Hannah, run by two Dark Elves. She recognized them as two of the few dark elves that survived the Day of Ashes. Not to mention they were handsome little boys as well. Stretching her arms, she walked over to a corner where she scaled up the wall and dug in, to save space. A spider was comfortable in any position. She didn't really need a chair, and even if one was offered, her large abdomen would prove to be too much for the poor thing.

She shifted through her items slightly, deciding to call for a meal after fixing up all the things she had brought with her in the bag. Of course, many of the eyes had turned to look at the spider that preferred to sit on the wall, rather than on a chair. The walls weren't damaged, but it was simply just odd. Placing the bag under her, the space below the table was filled with the mass of the bag. She'd make the big arrival scene to Fong after she was full.

"Waaaaaaiter!" She called.

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#, as written by Neava13
Mira had just finished with the last stirring spoon when a pulse of energy slammed into her. She wobbled on her stool gasping as she pulled her hand to her chest. Understanding then anger slid into her as she realized the cause. Part of her soul and come crashing back into her, the small part she had pulled from the whole to animate the rope doll twisted within her painfully until it found its rightful place once again and settled. She broke out into a cold sweat as her body trembled, pain wracked her for several minutes after the doll had been dispelled. Then the rage filled her.. was it so much to ask for an afternoon?! Just one God damn afternoon to work on a project!?

She marched up the stairs her hat falling off along the way letting her floor length brown hair toss behind her in beautiful long flowing locks. Even as tiny as she was she was rather striking, her brilliant eyes narrowed in rage, and her small features calm. She knew that Bel and Mel wouldn’t dare dispel one of her creations!.. They knew how much it hurt her, how much pain was coiled with the experience of soul manipulation. Her constructs were alive, each one given part of her soul in order to flourish, react and move with an almost life like intelligence. She marched through the cellar grabbing a small empty bottle that had been left below ready to be filled with one of Mel’s better concoctions.

Up above the one doll left continued to dance and bob about the bar, its form carring plates and trays as if it had been specialy made for the task, which it had, though no other bars could brag to have such cheep and fascinating labor dancing within their walls. In truth one of those dolls was worth a small house, and often times people had tried to nab them, though the rope dolls had a rather nasty fail safe that Mira had built in, if they were taken out of the bar they automatically sprang into action and strangled who ever carried them. A rather familiar book and pen slid through the air and hovered about Mercy, a disembodied male voice sounded from the direction of the floating objects.

”How may we serve you.. Mercy was it? Ahh yes that was the name!.. Good to see you again.. Now! So you know! We have an especially choice roast bore, though I’d have to recommend the Venison loin and shank.. its smoked and rather flavorful.. though I’m only a pen.. so! I just have to go by what they tell me.. What will it be?” The book slid about her head then floated out next to her as the pen continued to wait patiently with its point rested against the books surface. Plainly written on the page above where the pen sat was an odd description about someone grabbing an empty bottle that had been left below ready to be filled with one of Mel’s better concoctions. Soon after the pen spoke to Mercy a even more familiar Halfling girl marched out from the back rooms branshishing a broken bottle. Her eyes wild with rage, her features pale as the knuckles or her hand whitened over the neck of the broken instrument.

With grace that would astound most watching Miralight launched herself at Magnum who now carried the lifeless doll. Her small body would slam into his if he didn’t dodge with enough force to tumble him on his back. The tiny child like girl would glare down at him, her face and neck in a cold sweat and her skin slightly grey and sickly; the sharp angles of glass would be pressed quickly against his throat as she straddled his chest. ”You!.. You just had to touch it?! HMM?! You JUST HAD to Mess with it?! Didn’t you?! HUH?! Why did you hurt it?! Couldn’t you just leave it alone?!” she hissed through clenched teeth her eyes wild with obsession and rage. She didn’t like it when people broke her creations.. much less when people interrupted her work. Once she saw his face though her expression would soften slightly.. as if she had expected someone else.. in fact the person she expected was a half elf from down the way that had been trying to steal the creations for over a year now.. yet this youth was not the mage she expected. Her dark brown hair slid down her cheek and shoulders making her pale skin look all the more ivory, as the hair tumbled down to the side of Magnum's face and over the floor and his chest. She was small in weight, at most seventy pounds, though most of her weight was rested on her feet and knees. Her eyebrow arched looking stunned and then a light blush slid over her cheeks and her snarled expression flared to a perky smile. ”Hi!”

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His black hair slid over his face as he finished checking out a plan for a future shop near the outer city. There were some inaccuracies, but after a few minutes of number crunching Fong was able to correct the mistakes and balance out the building nicely. He rolled up the blueprint sheet, putting it in the tray labeled "Finished" and let the forge assistants downstairs take care of the rest. He noticed a slip of paper, weighed down by a small rock. Fong took the rock, dropping it in a small trash barrel and picked up the note. The writing was vaguely familiar- one of his captains long ago used this scrawl to write his status reports. Thinking back slightly, Fong recalled that it was one of the Avaran brothers. It was an invite to dinner, the largest inn in the city at this point in time- the Holy Hannah. Aptly named, judging by their use in magic. The cold faced man sighed in frustration. There was too much work to be done around, but refusing the offer was rude, and he was finished with most of his work today. He took no part in his armory's activities, letting a hired manager run the store in his stead.

He decided to accept. Fong was fairly curious, having planned to try the cuisine in the Holy Hannah for a long time, but never had the time to make a trip, or just completely forgot. He checked his clothes, stubbornly making sure none of his afflicted areas could be seen easily, and approved himself by nodding slightly. He walked down the stairs, past an elven warrior examining a exotic-looking crossbow. Exiting the armory, he melded himself into the crowd of moving people as he made the short distance to the tavern.

As he stopped at the entrance, Fong briefly wondered whether the twin brothers had planned for it to be this big by buying up land earlier, or simply just bought it as they went. It certainly didn't look patched up. How prideful. He entered as any customer would, though his exotic robe attracted the attention of some people. He arrived just in time to see former Captain Miralight sitting on a man holding some sort of ropey construct. The situation suddenly remedied itself, when Miralight seemed to realize what she was doing and changing her personality in an instant. He regarded her for a second before a sticky white web shot across the place, latching onto the side of Fong's head. Grunting slightly as he struggled, he remembered feeling a similar sensation before. As he was pulled up to the assailant, his face seemed to crumple into disappointment. "

"Oh you devil man, how did you know I was here? Are you stalking me? Hoping for a glimpse? You only have to ask." The teasing voice came, Mercy ruffling Fong's hair enthusiastically. Fong's expression remained as dull and cold as ever as he felt Mercy lean in and lick the webbing off his face. Of course, it wouldn't be complete if she didn't do it in such a lewd manner anyone watching turned away in some form of disgust or embarrassment. Fong knew this tactic quite well. By causing such a scene, it attracted less attention in the long run as people refrained from looking.

The spider woman turned back to the book and pen as if nothing had happened. "Well, I'll take your word for it. Haven't eaten something cooked in months!" She quipped, looking at the rather slimy former General, she added something else. "Give me a platter of mixed veggies and half a seasoned chicken for this man here as well." She said, the General nodding assent.

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Illessya was among the crowd that gathered for her fractured prediction. Many reached an arm to touch a shoulder or the tattoo on her back but none of them shoved. Or do anything that would risk upsetting the guards that stood not far off, eyes watching like upset harpies chasing their prey. She kept her eyes, level, palms open as she walked, them parting before her as she made her way to a solitary fire that burned slowly in the sun, sitting down her palms closed together, eyes lowering as she began to slowly go through the process to gather great amounts of the pure magic in her body, channeling it not towards or away her body but holding it tightly, refusing to be rid of it, gathering it in strength.

Those watching flicked their eyes from her to the flames as they danced and changed from an orange to a more golden, waiting for that brief moment of the flash. In a few moments after she would arise to tell them of what she saw and would interpret it there or ask them to return by nightfall for what her prediction has given them.

To those not in the trance it took seconds. But within the gathered swirl of magic time moved differently. In her mind she was trapped hours, or minutes, depending on what she saw. In this time the darkness took her and moved her away into the future before the light and images commanded her to observe as a solitary silver swan moved amongst white doves. Her mind tumbled over this as her predictions sometimes turned up symbols, though it was usually more clear, a person and voice or a location. Symbols were dangerous. There was usually a choice now that determined later.

Sitting in the silence of the crowd she opened her eyes slowly, breathing in and out steadily before rising up. Those watching backing away to give her the space she needed. "My powers have given me a symbol.... I will interpret on what this means and tell you again tonight... For now, you must go about your lives as you usually, do, for we need all to work in harmony to survive."

Her guards pushed lightly through the crowd who nodded and bowed slightly as they dispersed, halting a few feet from her as she regarded them, her head raising slightly. "What will you do now Mistress?" A faint smile pulled at her lips as her arm and hand stretched out, fingers brushing the the plate of the warrior before her, his hand moving to cover where she touched as he bowed.

"At the moment, I feel I will go to the markets to see how the races fare in this shell of our city... Only two of you are needed." As she spoke she reached out to brush the shoulder of another guard as the remaining two, the ones who were not touched, bowed and returned to stand by her tent. Her chosen two falling in behind her as she began to navigate the streets. Her eyes watching as many parted to let her by, and every orc they passed pausing to to watch her form with respect. Though her real amusement came from unfamiliar people who looked shocked at her appearance or took a second glance at her before shying away from her guards. The absolute best were the few mothers that tried to hide away their children's eyes from seeing her form.

It amused her how they saw her race's custom's strange. Though she took it to a different level, as she calmly walked the streets with nothing on at all. Sin bare to the world to be as pure as the magic she gathered, that was her belief. Her only cover was the intricate tattoo across her back, edges creeping slightly around her sides and over her shoulders, showing a grand display as the angels gifted her race with their magic. it was all the cover she needed.

Behind her, her two guards watched constantly for some threat. The best guards she could ever gain for they were what the civil races might call suitors, or those looking to seek her as wife. To be wed to her and become War Chief of her Orcs, though none tried to cross her, fearing of what she knew. Instead they followed her loyally, like well trained wolves ready to fight when their master says so. They needed no leash, and she had no fear of them.

Entering the market her eyes glanced around the stalls as she walked calmly, the bustle spreading away from her as she walked as many glanced from her form to her guards, though many in here knew who she was by now. As she walked she began to pass by one merchant but stopped for a moment, turning slowly to examine him then the crow he had as well. Her left hand coming up to stroke her chin before she leaned over, extending a finger for the creature as its eyes caught her attention. "My.... and where did you find such a creature..." She smiled to the Human and waited for him to answer.

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Looking down at the once animated handmaid, he made the decision to try to mend what harm he caused. But how? Preferable he rather fix this problem without the mysterious mage who breathed life into this marvelous creation finding out. However that option doesn’t seem plausible as of…. Hold on. Is that another one? Perhaps he could….

A great weight suddenly rammed into his side taking him by surprise. Reality became a swirling mixture of color and pain before ending as abruptly as it started. Before him was the face of an enraged cute girl and her sharp foreign object.

He was terrified. He wanted to scream. He was utterly confused. Why did she attack him? Magnum had no desire to harm her and despite her apparent rage she wasn’t going plunge that fractured glass bottle into his throat. Not yet anyway.

Spewing fire and venom, her features twisted as she spoke acquiescing questions while answering some of his.

”You!.. You just had to touch it?! HMM?! You JUST HAD to Mess with it?! Didn’t you?! HUH?! Why did you hurt it?! Couldn’t you just leave it alone?!”

This must be the mage that made that animated handmaid. How did she found out he accidentally nullified the magic out of the doll so quickly? Or it all? She must have had a connection to that doll judging by her extreme behavior and choice of words. A very deep connection. The question ’Why did you hurt it?’ was what he felt the must important phrase out of that line of questions. This phrase reviles that what he just nullified was living. Probably a result of soul manipulation magic. So what happened to that piece of soul inside that doll? Did it disappear along with the magic? If it did, than ….Oh God. Did I just destroy part of her soul!?! He has never recorded the affects of anti-magic on soul manipulation magic because of itβ€˜s rarity and how he never encountered anyone who practices it in his travels. Until now.

Jarringly her tone and attitude shifted, her face, once demonic, became angelic and out of her adorable mouth flowed a sweet hello. She even looked at him as if he transformed into a different person. Is this the result of the damage he inflicted on her? Despair! His careless stalking of mysterious living dolls has lead him to the road of despair! Her earlier questions rang true. There was no need to prod and question that doll. If he really wanted to know he could have asked someone in the tavern about who constructed them. Now his childish curiosity has cost this poor halfling a part of her soul.

β€œAre you alright? ” Magnum said sincerely, β€œ I am not a man that will try to excuse himself from responsibility. I will dedicate my life to you.”

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Dani fluttered her wings and crowed at the dark elf male she snapped her beak then after a moment the merchant grabbed her and blushed tucking her in his arms and stroking her head. She settled happily hiding her head under her wing after a couple gentle strokes, something that always made the human happy. At the elf's comment about her eating part of his goods her feathers bristled and she slid her head out crowing shrilly at him as he turned and left. Talik was taking an awful long time at the market today, though she didn’t think too much of it and happily was lulled to sleep in the merchants arms as he walked back and forth selling fresh meats, pickled meats, smoked meats, salted meats. Any way a meat could be preserved and kept the small human sold it, he sold bulk amounts, he didn’t cut any of it himself, instead he sold hollowed out whole beasts, or large vats of pickled beasts.

She dozed off then before long the human who called himself Gus had to set her down to help a costumer load a large hog onto his wagon. She ruffled her feathers unhappily and then hopped over and picked at some meat scraps he had set aside for her. Before long there was a large ruckus that caused even her golden eyes to focus in on the scene. She quickly went back to picking at the meat when the Orc priestess approached where she sat. Her question caused Dani to turn her head back looking at the woman, then she extended her finger and Dani looked at it hesitantly. Talik often came to see this woman’s predictions, she never went with him, but sometimes she would fly over the gathering and observe the ritual. Still though the priestess was respected enough that Dani didn’t want to offend her by biting her. Instead she hopped onto the finger and crowed ruffling her feathers and then turning and preening herself in a relaxed fashion.

Gus’s eyes must have been as big as tea plates as he looked at the nude Orc. His jaw dropped then he cleared his throat and looked away blushing furiously, ”Thank you.. but she isn’t mine.. she belongs to an orc hunter by the name of Talik.. I borrow her when he is away gathering supplies and gambling… she normally sits on those worgs over there and I lure her over with meat.” His hand slid up pointing towards the two large black dog like beasts who were curled up on the opposite wall from the meat market. The beasts panted lightly in the shade their muzzles drenched with blood and the female one’s back was also drenched in the blood of the meat she had carried earlier in the day. Dani could feel the magic coil off the woman’s form, it was unlike her own magic.. it had an odd almost warm feeling to it, though it still made her uncomfortable as she ruffled her black feathers and looked into the woman’s eyes before crowing boldly and flapping her wings. There was a definite stiffness to her left wing and the shoulder was hot with inflammation and injury from the tussle earlier in the day.

She remembered this woman.. the closer she looked at her the more she realized she knew her. After the battle when Sho had gathered survivors she had been there, when he and General Fong worked together to set up Gia she had been there. Each time something profound happened this woman seemed to be there, she remembered the woman from the war camps before the Day of Ash as well. Her golden eyes continued to regard the woman as her head twitched this way and that in a normal raven like fashion. She remembered when she had left the city the same day as Sho had, she had traveled with the Lamian part of the way to his city before she left him with the guarded escort that would take him home.

Dani had spent the rest of her time wondering through the plains until she found Talik, she had saved him from a dire lion, and in return he had swore to protect her. No one would have believed that Talik was actually the servant of the raven that he always traveled with. Such a large powerful orc shouldn't have been indebted to anyone, yet he was, though Dani thought of him as more of a friend then a servant anyway. Besides.. she was lonely all alone in the plains, she had guarded the Lamian Prince for too long to be comfortable on her own again, and the orc gave her an excuse to have a traveling companion. Dani could not stay in cities for long though.. she couldn't watch as nature was devastated by the common man, it pained her to see such horrible destruction.. such horrible civilized deformity of the land. She often cursed Sho for this city.. she had almost hoped after the day of Ash that the world would return to the way it was meant to.. wild, free of walls, free of buildings, free or roads.. just grass and tree, river and ocean, none of the monstrosities that poisoned the rivers and leveled the forests.

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Her eyes followed the bird as it moved to her finger before looking back to the merchant with a nod. "I know of this Orc... He comes to me many times after his hunting trips. He often speaks highly of his... small... companion." She smiled at the one called Gus as she slowly moved to pet Dani's feathers with her pinkie finger, just under the beak, as she looked around the camp. Her guards moved over to inspect the Worgs that were laying around, fingers holding their muzzles and curling lips to observe the teeth as others examined their paws, one tussling the fur until it lashed out and he drew away laughing.

"These are Talik's Worgs indeed, I can smell his stench even under all the blood." This seemed to amuse the two as a few coins were pulled out and they went back to studying the creatures, a bet was obviously in place.

Illessya only gave a half nod as his finger wandered over to the injured wing, rubbing it slowly as she watched. "It seems your little friend somehow hurt its shoulder... I could heal it for you since you both seem to know Talik..." Even as she spoke a small swirl of magic was forming as her "gentle rubbing" was really a small version of the exaggerated arm lengths to heal injuries or bless armor. "In fact...." She paused as her guards cheared and groaned at the same time, the more heavily armored one handing over a few coins as he obviously lost this strange bet when the female worg began to growl at the approach of the armored one while the other one seemed relaxed at the approach of the winner. When it all settled down she looked back over at Gus, "If you don't mind, I happen to know Talik is back at the camp and can take his friend back to him. If you still like what you see you can visit me when I interpret my prediction tonight..." She winked as she hinted that she caught on to his stares.

Looking down at Dani again, her eyes met the bird's clearly, "You seem to be rather intelligent, would you like to come along with me? I promise to fix that wing of yours fully."

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Dani’s eyes watched the woman as she began stroking her wing. The bird winced and started to shift slightly crowing a couple light chirps of pain. Her beak opened and she gently nibbled at Illessya’s hand that had extended over her wing, trying to gently convince the woman to let the injured limb be or she would be forced to actually bite aggressively. Power coiled through the injury and it sat wrong in Dani’s gut she continued to nibble and fidgeted with the woman trying to make her get the point, but then she spoke to Dani directly. Dani’s head was titled her beak open and gripping Illessya’s thumb lightly, she froze listening then when the orc finished speaking her feathers ruffled uncomfortably and she went about nibbling up and down the Orc’s hand once again.

She flapped her wings trying to push the probing finger from her side then she finally relented and went back to cleaning herself. Her talons wrapped about the Orc’s finger a bit tighter as if to let her understand that she was fine with the choice of being taken to Talik. Gus looked at the woman with a rather stunned expression, he started to stammer something, but his eyes were once again lost to her figure. He gave his head a light shake before looking over at the Orcs playing with the Worgs across the way. ”I really don’t know.. if.. that’s a good idea.. I mean Talik is very protective of her.. and he gives me dirty looks each time he sees me with her.. So.. Maybe.. you should just leave her here.. I mean.. ahh.. well.. never mind.. do what you want!” he announced turning to keep his eyes from wondering back over the woman’s figure once again.

Dani slid her head back to nibbling over Illessya’s hand again when the woman hit another sore point her feathers ruffled. Mostly it was uncomfortable to have the woman touch her that way, she wasn’t comfortable shifting in front of the others at the moment. She didn’t want anyone to know what she really looked like, Talik and Sho would have been really the only ones to remember what her stunted form looked like. Turning into something large and nasty right now would have just ended up with her getting attacked by the guards, so all she could do was voice her discomfort with light nips and high pitched cries and whistles. She had no doubt the priestess could fix her.. she also knew that the woman suspected that she was more then she appeared. She didn’t want anyone else to know what she looked like, she was hideous.. ugly.. deformed.. and no one needed to see her ugliness.

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She watched at the small bird continually nibbled and pecked at her hand while she stroked the injured wing. She noted how it did so and watched it carefully with a small smile as she regarded the merchant as he relented. "Thank you sir, Talik knows where to find me and I hope your sales do very well this day." She chuckled as the poor man struggled to prevent himself from gazing at her as she snapped her free finger once. Her two guards falling into place once more as she advanced back from the marketplace to her tent. "You play the role of an innocent bird well.." she spoke calmly to her new guest, "But the golden eyes was a bit of a give away..."

Heading back was slowed a bit more as the flow of people usually went one of two ways, towards the market, or in the direction of the establishment Holy Hannah, which many of her Orcs told her was very good. One Orc boy even got a job there, maybe one day she should visit it... The crowd still seemed to bulb out and away from her as she walked, many nervous of what the two larger Orcs might do if they touched her or bumped her suddenly. A few glanced at the crow on her finger though everyone seemed to move away eventually. The closer she got to her tent, the less and less stares she received as she was entering the places where everyone had become... accustomed... to her ways.

Crossing an imaginary line, the population of mixed races broke apart into Humans, Orcs and Halflings, and just beyond that mostly Orcs. Many bowed or did some odd form of salute to her, though she cared little about it, progressing up to her own tent and slipping inside, her two guards breaking off to go talk and brag to their companions as she was left alone with her guest.

Illessya moved to the support Owl usually used and moved her finger close for her little friend to move off onto. " I have little care of what for you really take, and if you choose not to show me I am fine with that... Just know that I am here in case you need to confide some secret in me..." As she spoke she began the actual motions for the healing spell before her end aim was at the wing, the angelic magic rushing out to knit and renew anything that was wrong. Unlike the arcane, it didn't need to use the strength of the injured to heal, though it would still itch like hell during the process.

The shawoman moved across her tent to observe the slow burning candles and perfumes she somehow collected in the years, a modest collection she didn't really need but these foolish people thought she needed offerings... It took a while to work that concept out of them.

"I'm slightly curious how a form like yours.... managed to end up with a hunter like Talik's... Though i guess i can't get an answer now can I?" She smiled back at the crow, "You may want to rest here for a while... Angelic magic may not be Arcane, but if you try to fly now, you might stress that wing again."

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Dani’s feathers ruffled as the orc talked to her, she felt exposed, like the woman could see her even behind the mask she coated her form in. She hadn’t realized her eyes didn’t look like a raven’s; in truth she wondered what they looked like, she wasn’t one to look at her reflection, though when she did she tended to be in her wolf form, and in that form she couldn’t see color at all. She slid to the orc’s shoulder and picked at her horns and ears lightly before settling in and watching the world slid by in the woman’s rhythmic walk. Her eyes continued to scan the area for Talik yet she could not find him her wing did feel slightly better though it was more like the feeling of white willow salve dulling the pain rather than the bone and sinew actually being mended.

She slid to the perch and scrunched her head against her shoulders as the woman spoke to her one again.

" I have little care of what for you really take, and if you choose not to show me I am fine with that... Just know that I am here in case you need to confide some secret in me..."

Dani had no clue what secret that might be.. though she didn’t want to shift forms to actually speak to the woman either. The only form she could manage words in was her own; and any form but that seemed far more appealing at the moment. The feeling of magic washed over her causing her to scrunch down all the more and her feathers to ruffle in disgust. Though as the pain relaxed and dispersed she settled letting her feathers smooth and her eyes close slightly. The woman’s voice caused her to perk up and extend her neck her head turning to the side so one golden eye watched as the Orc’s powerful voice sounded gently through the tent.

"I'm slightly curious how a form like yours.... managed to end up with a hunter like Talik's... Though i guess i can't get an answer now can I?" She smiled back at the crow, "You may want to rest here for a while... Angelic magic may not be Arcane, but if you try to fly now, you might stress that wing again."

The words raised many a quandary in her mind... She wondered if she could force her voice through this form without risking showing off her deformity. Whereas most human like creatures thought of her as rather beautiful.. her own race thought of her as ugly and misshapen, her own kind was what really mattered after all anyway, what was a minotaur without a clan to serve, protect, and be respected by? Her head shifted the other direction as she looked around the tent, then she hopped along the length of the support before letting herself fall to the ground opening her wing slightly to glide to the floor.

”Talik!” she crowed in a gravely sharp voice before hopping towards the tent door. Her head turned and she tilted it sideways to look at the priestess for a moment. She could shift forms.. she could thank the woman.. or at the very least ask her if she knew a cure. Anxiety welled through her as she ruffled her feathers once again choosing. The raven seemed to shimmer, then the black feathers seemed to dull, her form extended as her beak shortened and her height grew. In only a moment, feathers became fur, a beak became a snout, and a bird became a Minotaur. Though this minotaur looked like a juvenile, other than her full curves, even her horns were short, her height only 6’2” and her muscles rather light. Even her fur was short, and her hoofed feet larger than they should have been as if she still needed to grow into them. Her hands were large in proportion to her body, though not freakishly so, just as if she needed to grow into them. Her eyes large as they continued to peer over her shoulder at the Priestess; they had the same golden hue though with a bit browner tinge. The arm that had been wounded hung at her side as her other hand slid before her breasts hiding them from view.

”I have no secrets to share.. I apologize if you think I did.. Thank you for fixing my shoulder, as you can see I’m twisted and wrong.. I never finished growing.. and because of it I have no kin that will accept me.. Talik picked a fight with a Lion and I happened to be flying by. I saved him, and he promised to help me, mostly I stay near him for the company.. I’d prefer to go back to his side.. I’m not fond of cities and large groups of people.” her eyes slid back to the tent flap, ”If you know of a way to help me finish growing.. I would pay you.. but.. if you cannot.. then that’s fine. I’ll pay you back for my shoulder later.” Her long tail slid behind her as her slightly over sized ears flittered about nervously. Other than her hands and feet, she was very refined in bone, she had a small waist, and a long refined neck coated with a black mane. Truly she was rather striking, even to orcs, though to a minotaur, she would be sickly, gangly, and wrong.

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Character Portrait: Shokunen Helvaras
Character Portrait: Miralight Lexis Tisdale Duff
Character Portrait: Diloxi Ebon
Character Portrait: Nhil Derenthi
Character Portrait: Rakath Ghyrrhyn'al
Character Portrait: Zareth Tryndelak
Character Portrait: Zahar Darkshadow
Character Portrait: Dukald Garfarthen
Character Portrait: Melianth & Belsius Avaran
Character Portrait: Obadani of Filvarly lake
Character Portrait: Dracon
Character Portrait: Visar
Character Portrait: Illessya
Character Portrait: Magnum Albedo
Character Portrait: Illessya Andracor

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Character Portrait: Illessya Andracor
Illessya Andracor

An orc Shawoman gifted with "Fractured" Predictions and the blessing of Angelic magic. Once partnered with the War Cheif, at his mysterious death it left her in charge of the forces.

Character Portrait: Illessya
Illessya

An orc Shawoman gifted with "Fractured" Predictions and the blessing of Angelic magic. Once partnered with the War Cheif, at his mysterious death it left her in charge of the forces.

Character Portrait: Visar
Visar

A male Harpy with many years under his belt. He is in charge of a small "murder" of other harpy males that follow his command. It is said no female can bring him down and he has an almost unriveled shot with the bow.

Character Portrait: Dracon
Dracon

A Deep Human who has turned his backon everything save feral instincts. Equipped with several deadly weapons and nicknamed the "Blood Mercenary", he works for those who offer the greatest amount of bloodshed, not money.

Character Portrait: Obadani of Filvarly lake
Obadani of Filvarly lake

Very small Minotaur female that looks like she should be a calf though her eyes hold a deturmination and age that are deceptive

Character Portrait: Melianth & Belsius Avaran
Melianth & Belsius Avaran

Dark elf brothers of a holy nature devoted to the Civil cause

Character Portrait: Dukald Garfarthen
Dukald Garfarthen

A fierce dwarven bear rider, turned into a hardened Battlemaster.

Character Portrait: Zahar Darkshadow
Zahar Darkshadow

Malefic Elven Shadowmancer

Character Portrait: Zareth Tryndelak
Zareth Tryndelak

Merciless Berserker, Blade for Hire.

Trending

Character Portrait: Melianth & Belsius Avaran
Melianth & Belsius Avaran

Dark elf brothers of a holy nature devoted to the Civil cause

Character Portrait: Zahar Darkshadow
Zahar Darkshadow

Malefic Elven Shadowmancer

Character Portrait: Miralight Lexis Tisdale Duff
Miralight Lexis Tisdale Duff

Captain within the Civilized Armies

Character Portrait: Zareth Tryndelak
Zareth Tryndelak

Merciless Berserker, Blade for Hire.

Character Portrait: Nhil Derenthi
Nhil Derenthi

Not so dead anymore...

Character Portrait: Dracon
Dracon

A Deep Human who has turned his backon everything save feral instincts. Equipped with several deadly weapons and nicknamed the "Blood Mercenary", he works for those who offer the greatest amount of bloodshed, not money.

Character Portrait: Obadani of Filvarly lake
Obadani of Filvarly lake

Very small Minotaur female that looks like she should be a calf though her eyes hold a deturmination and age that are deceptive

Character Portrait: Shokunen Helvaras
Shokunen Helvaras

A lamia warrior prince charged with leading the Savage forces on the western front. Go ahead and make fun of his tail, see what happens.

Character Portrait: Illessya Andracor
Illessya Andracor

An orc Shawoman gifted with "Fractured" Predictions and the blessing of Angelic magic. Once partnered with the War Cheif, at his mysterious death it left her in charge of the forces.

Character Portrait: Rakath Ghyrrhyn'al
Rakath Ghyrrhyn'al

Gnollish warlord and berserk warrior

Most Followed

Character Portrait: Obadani of Filvarly lake
Obadani of Filvarly lake

Very small Minotaur female that looks like she should be a calf though her eyes hold a deturmination and age that are deceptive

Character Portrait: Miralight Lexis Tisdale Duff
Miralight Lexis Tisdale Duff

Captain within the Civilized Armies

Character Portrait: Diloxi Ebon
Diloxi Ebon

A General of the Civilized Armies

Character Portrait: Melianth & Belsius Avaran
Melianth & Belsius Avaran

Dark elf brothers of a holy nature devoted to the Civil cause

Character Portrait: Zareth Tryndelak
Zareth Tryndelak

Merciless Berserker, Blade for Hire.

Character Portrait: Visar
Visar

A male Harpy with many years under his belt. He is in charge of a small "murder" of other harpy males that follow his command. It is said no female can bring him down and he has an almost unriveled shot with the bow.

Character Portrait: Zahar Darkshadow
Zahar Darkshadow

Malefic Elven Shadowmancer

Character Portrait: Dracon
Dracon

A Deep Human who has turned his backon everything save feral instincts. Equipped with several deadly weapons and nicknamed the "Blood Mercenary", he works for those who offer the greatest amount of bloodshed, not money.

Character Portrait: Shokunen Helvaras
Shokunen Helvaras

A lamia warrior prince charged with leading the Savage forces on the western front. Go ahead and make fun of his tail, see what happens.


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The Akaldai Pass

The Akaldai Pass by RolePlayGateway

A great passage canyon.

Savage Encampment, Gaol

Savage Encampment, Gaol by RolePlayGateway

The Savage army base.

Civil Encampment, Justice

Civil Encampment, Justice by RolePlayGateway

The Civil base camp.

Norr

Norr by Ghaarme

This is the world in general, so don't post here.

Imperian

Imperian by RolePlayGateway

Great fortresses of stone and mortar rise up among grasslands in the Civil dominated country.

Gia

Gia by RolePlayGateway

A very large city built to be a safe haven for all.

Gia

Gia Owner: RolePlayGateway

A very large city built to be a safe haven for all.

Norr

This is the world in general, so don't post here.

The Akaldai Pass

Norr The Akaldai Pass Owner: RolePlayGateway

A great passage canyon.

Imperian

Norr Imperian Owner: RolePlayGateway

Great fortresses of stone and mortar rise up among grasslands in the Civil dominated country.

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Re: [OOC] The Gift

I will be posting today unless getting my character oriented is not allowed.... considering they are still stuck back at neava's actions technically

Re: [OOC] The Gift

I see... I shall send you the new character data through PM, then.

Re: [OOC] The Gift

o.o characters? I don't see anything in the submitted area...

Re: [OOC] The Gift

I have a question.

Where are all the characters that have recently been submitted? Including mine? I want to read the profiles but they aren't there.

Re: [OOC] The Gift

Yeah!!! *bounce bounce* Soo when are we going to start the next chapter? O.O

Re: [OOC] The Gift

Alrighty ladies and gents, that's the end of the first chapter! Gratz on a job well done!

*clapclap*

Re: [OOC] The Gift

Sorry for the inactivity - w- been semi-busy. I'll get something up either today or tommorow!

Re: [OOC] The Gift

Yep! I is special o.O hehe!

Ohh well! at least I noticed I did it and erased the extras *kicks the site for glitching and then kicks me for not hitting the back button far enough before hitting refresh twice*

Re: [OOC] The Gift

way to triple post, Neava.

Re: [OOC] The Gift

I love how my posts get longer with each entry.

Re: [OOC] The Gift

I'm planning on posting, I just need to get with hunter to work something out with Dani.. I guess I can post for Mira until then though! *huggles*

Re: [OOC] The Gift

Guys you have to get Google Chrome. If the site dies when you post your message, just go back and it'll be all there for you.

Or just copy-paste the work elsewhere.

Re: [OOC] The Gift

I think no one posted yet because the site keeps dieing. It died three times when I tried to post this message. Four if it doesn't go though.

Re: [OOC] The Gift

I think no one posted yet because the site keeps dieing. It died three times when I tried to post this message. Four if it doesn't go though.

Re: [OOC] The Gift

o.O anyone gunna post?

Re: [OOC] The Gift

but but but magnum doesn't have Mantis :(

Re: [OOC] The Gift

pft rope doll? Mantis might be a better fit to do something but he is currently engaged so

Re: [OOC] The Gift

Submitted a new character.

I think you're going to strangle the dragon to death with the rope doll.

Re: [OOC] The Gift

I've developed an interesting (or just stupid) idea to incapacitate (maybe even defeat) Heliotheris and really piss him off. It involves one of the dolls Magnum saved. Go ahead and try to guess what I'm thinking. You'll never get it right. Mehehehehehehehehehe!

Re: [OOC] The Gift

Yep I read them. :)