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  2. Many hands make for light and steady work, especially in dogged heat or cold. Lucretius was not surprised to see comparatively few, and those that he did see that were busy with work, chores and apparent martial training which brought a sigh from him; it was too much a want perhaps to see the day when all who fought could afford to lay down their arms and not be pillaged for the act. He lauded their work ethic and kept close to the fellow outsiders for the precise reasoning of not wishing to upset the locals anymore than he had already by keeping hold of his staff. Lucretius acknowledged the warrior-priestess with a kind smile; a gentle serenity rolling off of the acolyte in waves, if he were afraid he did not show it. "I sneaked nothing. I walk with this." He said very plainly in explanation, while he was not hostile in his speech the words themselves were very informal. reflecting his status as a recent learner of the languages of the continent which he was still grappling with. The acolyte's accent, which accentuated vowels, slipped through occasionally coloring him as the foreigner he was. "Nor am I out to 'fool' anyone of anything. My voice tends to lend itself to clearing up misconceptions." He thought about it, often, but that was not the business of anyone, least of all people who thought him guilty of an imagined falsehood. Regarding to the barbarian's skull, he cast his eyes toward the mounted remain and sighed deeply. "What sort of monster would do such a thing?" The question was not directed toward the warrior-priestess herself, it just slipped out into the air. However the nature of the idle threat was lost on him utterly. "I am equal parts wanderer and servant." Lucretius answered with an undertone of legitimate joy in his tone. "I first glimpsed your temple from afar, and took it for a mirage at first. I was glad to be proven wrong, it is a thing of beauty, even in this state; and I admire the efforts your order is undertaking to see it restored to its full glory. I found myself curious." He paused for a short breath, "Atra-šāti, the High Lady bequeaths to Her followers, go out into the world and learn the ways of the tribes and the nations; that we might better understand one another in worship of the divine. I am ordained into Her order, and propagate Her teachings where and when I may." He stressed may, "This task I have found difficult at times as I am often surrounded in equal parts by profligate sellers of false hope and heretics who besmirch the works of the Light." Every word that left him was gentle, polite and in equal parts they burned with a feeling of zeal that rolled off him in waves to his obliviousness that matched his tranquil serenity; a believer the likes of which the world seldom saw, regardless of their religion. "I would very much like to learn of the teachings of your Goddess, provided that it is allowed."
  3. The Church of Astraea The first whispers of what would become the Temple of Astraea were first uttered in the later days of the Dawn Era by a peasant named Seraphina, who has since become known as the Prophet of the Dawn. In days of great heroism and the titanic clash of elder gods, a peasant spewing utterances about a peace-loving god to be madness at worst, wishful thinking at best; when empirically the gods were busy warping reality to the north across the sea; at least, when it was a sea and didn’t suddenly turn into sand, or mountains, or nothing at all. While all modern scholars agree that Seraphina existed; they also agree that by and large, Seraphina would have slipped through the cracks of history, forgotten by all but the most zealous of her early followers and dedicated religious historians without the success she has come to enjoy after her death. History suggests that Seraphina was not born exceptional, she was not the daughter of a god; nor claimed to be born of a virgin or other such claims that usually follow the founders of great faiths. Seraphina was by all accounts, average. Where historians begin to disagree is the extent of her supposed abilities, specifically whether they were “true miracles” (a magic-less act bequeathed by a divine entity) or simply clever acts of magic. Regardless, the religion that sprung up around her teachings has over the years since her passing grown rapidly in adherents; its teachings providing wellsprings of hope for teeming millions across the surface of Erenoth. The creation myth of Astraeanism is the... Most High Words
  4. Deserts; Lucretius found, were hot regardless of one's planar alignment. A persistent combination of blistering sand dunes in conjunction with super heated granules of loose blowing sand left much to be desired and the holy man wondering why at times he wandered the lengths of worlds, whether home, or this one. As an acolyte of peace, Luc was left saddened to learn that like his home, this world was rife with those who preyed on the unsuspecting. In result he did not travel alone instead wrapping himself in trade caravans, aboard shipping in exchange for labor and so on the priest had made his way across the breadth of the world. Ultimately, Lucretius's decision to wander the great deserts of Valucre, whether on Genesaris or Terrenus, was related to his religion, the guiding set of principles and morals that dominated his everyday existence. Saint Brigid sat in meditation in the middle of the Sarian Desert back home for months in end, unmoving and sustained through her faith in Astraea alone, and while he did not imagine himself a saint, or even one in the making, to follow in their footsteps to better venerate the Lady was a calling that the acolyte found too difficult to ignore. When he wound up in this caravan though, Lucretius had found his curiosity piqued. Aside from a half dozen mercenary guardsmen, whom he prayed were well paid, there were precious few menfolk among them, which didn't bother him per say, though it did catch his interest. He inquired softly to their destination and was regaled with a tale of a grandiose structure dedicated to a local sun goddess, that made him smile; perhaps these peoples wouldn't be as furiously in denial about the Glories of Astraea as the Terrans and their precious 'Gaia' were. He gave a soft laugh when they asked if he was seeking a cure for his 'gravely' voice; Lucretius just smiled and didn't correct them; he knew what they were thinking, sure, he was a lady, all those in service to the Lady were, at least in official title. It wasn't a lie, he burned with fervor for the Lady; if that meant that he was a bit more 'effeminate' than other men, so be it. They'd all been corrected by a strong knock against the head when he truly had needed to do so. Her Light did not deign to simply roll over, after all. Still, he did not correct anyone who assumed. The temple complex when it came into view beyond the sand dunes, he first took to be a mirage. Even in ruin, the temple was magnificent, spreading out and consuming a good deal of land it strutted into the sky as a challenge to unseen thunder gods who had no power; to darker gods who might attempt to throw it down. It was grandiose; and he noted the changes in the colors of the hews of stone, recent repaired. The acolyte smiled broadly, though not for the same reason the others did, they saw a home of their god, or at least their god's representative. He saw the blend of mortal and divine, where the finite tried to emulate and meet the infinite. He was not unimpressed; and was most pleased that the structure did not fade into nothingness as they grew closer. It wasn't like coming home, but he certainly felt a sense of fellowship, even if he wasn't a proper lady. At the gates, they were met by armed women, he leaned heavily on his staff, unwilling to part with his walking stick, it was imbued with true power, and more than a paltry stick of wood the ash-wood served as a symbol of his office. The ruse of being depended upon it worked, and he truly meant no one within any harm; you did not disgrace sacred hospitality, one of the foremost commandments of Astraea's way. He was smart though, he didn't follow the throng of women as they made to enter the temple; and bade them well with his 'gravely' 'cursed' voice with kindly words and small miracles that did not reek of magic, nor of profanities; such as small parses of water, or Astraea's blessing; which would not undermine anything they sought within, the Gods of Light stood together against the dark; at least back home they did. The acolyte was quite happy to wander the public square at first, marveling; this was one of the most beautiful places he'd been in a very long time, since the grand cathedral of Astraea in Toraeum back home at least. He set himself up off to the left-hand side of the square, near enough to a pseudo-market to look like he was pandering, far enough not to be accused of it, and very simply sat down and let his eyes and mind wander a little.
  5. Visiting!~ Always interested in seeing grand temples to various deities with my plucky little zealot (they are polite and well mannered fear not).
  6. [Akiyama Katsurou] statistics Epithet: The Fox Moniker: Title: Lord of Soukita, Samurai Visual Age: 20 - 25 Physical Age: 432 Birth Place: Koko, Empire of the White Sun Race: Fox Spirit Alignment: Chaotic Good Gender: Masculine Class: Kansai physiology Hair: Brown and worn in an informal topknot the majority of the time, draws it up (and shaves appropriately) when he feels the need to be more formal. He is quite the illusionist so who knows what it really looks like. Eyes: A shade of brown likened to burnished gold when the light catches it just right, they twinkle knowingly. Height: 5"6 ft (167cm) Weight: 161 lbs (73kg) Voice: A mediocre baritone that does not struggle to be heard but is easily forgettable. Build: Tall and strong among his own people, Akiyama possesses well defined musculature built upon by years of physically exhausting training. He has above average strength of arm without considering his preternatural nature, which only adds to it, in addition to above average speed and agility, he does not tire easily and is especially fond of walking for miles on end with no goal other than the walk itself to further define his legs. He lacks physical bulk but is by no means weak nor fragile. Condition: Healthy. Strengths: By his nature, Akiyama is incredibly resistant to magics and is able to see through illusions, it also takes incredibly powerful magic to affect him. He is an incredibly long lived creature, immortal in the sense of agelessness, neither sickness nor antiquity will ever claim him, though the blow of a sword, or the piercing of an arrow or bullet could certainly get the job done. Despite his nature, long term exposure has made him resistant to fleeing from or fearing dogs. Weaknesses: Intense scents can disable him temporarily, while sufficiently strong ones can render him unconscious. While it does take him time to tire, when he tires he does so for days at a time in a state of listlessness. He doesn't shut up when talking, even to the detriment of himself and others. clothing He wears a variety of both elaborate and informal kimono, usually in full dress. skills Akiyama is a superbly skilled swordsman with few equals, centuries of refinement in the martial art have made him a true master, nor is it a stagnant skill, constantly improving. He is an incredibly skilled archer, though less skilled than some others while his preternatural abilities are more varied; he can call down lightning in clear or rainy skies, summon fire from thin air and possess people. In addition, he can fly and can willfully manifest a personification of himself in the dreams of others, and when he so desires can render himself truly invisible. inventory Akiyama carries two swords, both are curved, one is longer the other short, one is a type of sword called a tachi, the predecessor to modern katana, it is an ancient and thoroughly magical artifact he calls Nishi meaning West, his other sword has no name, and is a wakizashi this short-sword serves as his badge of office, and was a gift from his wife's clan many years ago, he treasures it and does not use it very often. Further more he carries with him a bow that is over seven feet tall called a daikyu in addition to arrows for it themselves nearly three feet in length. Finally, he carries his armor with him wherever he goes, as to how he manages all of this incredibly immense weight the answer is simple, he is a magician, he shrinks it down and carries it in his pocket when it's not in use. Quotes: "I got married once. It didn't rain. That should've been a hint... None the less, those were happy years indeed!" Credits: • Dan: Profile Layout.
  7. Cornelius did not fall, he suspended for a second in the air as though held up by invisible strings. He stepped down lightly instead, nor did he regard their words with anything more than passive disinterest. He restrained laughter when he was duly informed of being 'way beneath them' and shrugged to himself. He had no interest in entertaining lessers, nor any obligation to do so, rather instead the old looking man snapped his fingers, a sound that was far louder than it should have been; which in turn tore a hole in the fabric of reality which he stepped into and promptly vanished, the hole sealing behind him and leaving no trace of him having ever been there. He wasn't going to wave his metaphorical or physical dick around to prove anything to anyone; and as such made his exit before this cabal could grate any further on him, or the ones so inconvenienced by his presence.
  8. At no point did Cornelius move, nor do more than levy a completely flat stare at the newest of the interlopers. When they gripped at the fabric of his clothing, he allowed it, when the fabric yielded it was because he allowed the fabric to yield. The thrum of weaving mana open and apparent to them if they were not blind to such things. His face held no visage of amusement, indeed, his gaze held little more than irritation of the highest accord. "Threaten me again and it is the end of you." His words were flat, sharp and without humor. Cornelius regarded them with the same malevolence that he gave striking a fly with a paper fan, they rated no higher than that. "You would do well to release me, before I stop restraining myself." No hint of licentiousness was embedded in what he said, every word was an open threat. Mana continued to weave in the air around his form, ancient wards flaring out violently as far less benevolent cantrips began their dance as ancient walls to other darker places began to slip at his will. Unnatural ethereal screeching becoming openly audible to those with the ability to hear or see spirits; their hunger apparent. The old looking man was neither afraid nor amused at their daring to speak down to him as though they had some right. Their touching him was but another crime of their arrogance. Do not touch my paperdolls without permission. :3
  9. The village struggling to turn into a city was much like a thousand others Cornelius had been to over the long march of years. The languages had been for a time, different, but the peoples anywhere were all the same, they differed in superficial natures but in the end they were all valuable beyond their years, their skills, their stations or their imagined sense of self-importance... They all boiled down to quintessence, breeding and pedigree scarcely mattered. Personally, he bore them no ill will; they were, like all others, a means to an end and nothing else. He would perhaps see, if the life forces of this world were any stronger than his own, they were very vibrant at least. Though he had not come to this place to harvest them, like he had elsewhere in other places on other planar alignments. No, the whispers of religion, his anathema, had piqued his curiosity only in the sense that someone useful and utilizing the strength of higher beings was apparently about in the locality, peddling hope like countless millions before them. He detested religion, gods and goddesses, malevolent spirits who played demented games with all those beneath them, all who said otherwise were either naive, or fools. Still, their mortal agents were often useful, at least in theory. He always did put a good deal of value into conversation with the wise. Not a single hair of the man's bushy eyebrows went northward at the happening in the road, ancient wards and cantrips flared as they caught debris and a poor sap who had the misfortune to be flung far, he would land cushioned by luck alone. The eruption of mana outwards revealed very little about him, visually little more than an old man advanced in his years. His hairs white and riven from age, though not lacking in luster entirely. In defiance of this appearance sharp violet eyes of incredible, disturbing depth stared out at the commotion; the arrival with a thorough lack of amusement. He'd come to this place with simple intentions, always folk had to complicate matters. Why couldn't people just walk down a street, like normal folk and be inconspicuous? He sighed mentally, young folk always had to do something flashy. "I reckon it's easier to ask peoples inquiries when you don't assault them in the streets of their homes." Cornelius levied words to the duo in perfectly pronounced Terran plainly, his tone neutral without hint of an accent; an impressive feat considering he'd been here for less than decade. The old man belayed nothing in his features or motions, a practiced and utter neutrality about his airs.
  10. No, apparently I did not. I apologize for that. Nor will I try it either, I do not like dice systems, communication and talking to one another is plain and simple, superior in every way to 'probability'. I respectfully bow out, and wish you all good luck in the endeavor.
  11. I'll just say it, and it'll annoy people or whatnot and I apologize for that I detest dice systems of any form.
  12. This never-ending work in progress will delve a very small amount into my personal fantasy setting, Erenoth, the world from which my characters hail; within I'll detail some of its lands, tribes and nations as well as cultural aspects and religions. None of this naturally, is canon to Valucre; I simply desire to share it so as to answer any questions about my muses' homes that people may or may not theoretically have. Erenoth - An Overview From the old Nardic tongue the word Erenoth means Beauty of the Dawn and is the name given to the world entire. The world, which is one and a half times the circumference of the Earth is comprised of three continents, Eleb, which has the land dimensions of Afro-Eurasia (Africa, Europe and Asia combined), the continent of Edera, which has the land dimensions of North America and the continent of Fusang; which has the land dimensions of the Americas combined; though none of these have the precise shape of their allegories. The principle and largest nation-state in the world is the Empire of Narcidia, commonly referred to as the Nardic Empire or simply Narcidia; this massive collection of fiefdoms was unified in the Dawn Era and is ruled nominally by the God-Emperor Saero, though in reality it is ruled by the Imperial Chancellor with the assistance of many dukes and counts. The capital of Narcidia is Faenore, while its largest city is Sipli. The population of Narcidia is 48,000,000s and is one of, if not the largest population in the world. The national religion of Narcidia is dedicated to Saero as God of the Earth and his bride-queen Nerwen, Goddess of the Sky. The dualistic faith has caused contention among the population's citizenry, and many wars have been fought over both it, and Narcidia's imperial ambitions across not only its own continent of Eleb, but to the others as well. The other nation-states of Eleb are the Kingdom of Yis, located to the southwest of Narcidia; the Kingdom of Dorwin, located to the northeast of Narcidia, and a nation that has no formal name as it is an alliance; the Seven Cities are a collection of some of the world's only democracies, they are located to Narcidia's southeast. One of the 'counter-balances' to Narcidia lays on the continent of Fusang and very nearly encompasses the entire continent. The Shu Empire was unified before the Dawn Era, in the Morning of the World, and its divine emperors have ruled over its stretch of land since time immemorial. The capital of the Shu Empire is known simply as 'the Imperial City' and is its largest city, as well. The thirty-two million (32,000,000) subjects of the Shu Dynasty range from simple peasant farmers to genius magi who practice magics unrecognizable to the denizens of Eleb. Faiths vary considerably across the continent, while the Shu themselves venerate not a god persay, but the Everlasting Sky. The only other known nation-state on Fusang are the horselords of the Liao Dynasty, the reason why the Shu maintain a vast series of fortifications known collectively as the Dragon Wall, it is not well known how many Liao there are, but it is postulated to be somewhere in the tens of millions, for they have no cities to speak of, comprised of bands of perpetual and semi-perpetual nomads who travel all over their 'half' of Fusang, following vast herds of wild game. They too venerate the Everlasting Sky, though they differ vastly in ritual and way from the Shu. While off the coast of Fusang on a collection of volcanic islands is the Empire of the White Sun, of which even less about is known than the Shu; samurai come from here, supposedly. The other 'counter-balance' to Narcidia is located on the continent of Edera; dominating much of the eastern landmass of Edera is the vast monarchical state known as the Empire of Valeria. Valerians are to their continent what Narcidia is to Eleb, the progenitor of many of Edera’s states and the font of its largest religion, the Church of Astraea, the Sun Goddess. The Valerian tongue is the basis of every written word on their continent, and Valeria has single-handedly influenced culture, law, art and warfare like none other in Edera before or since the founding of the empire more than two thousand years ago in the Dawn Era. In contrast to either Eleb or Fusang, Edera is much more politically fractured, with many nation-states living in the shadow of Valeria; the most famous one of which is the Republic of Pelgard, regarded by many to be the world's only true democracy it is a collection of little more than peasants who have no desire to have lords, they broke off from Valeria some nine hundred years ago in a bloody war that has left both nations scornful of the other. Valeria has attempted to reconquer Pelgard time and again, and while they have been unsuccessful thus far, each time they try, the Valerians are larger in number, and the Pellish fewer, to the detriment of the world. Table of Contents The Religions of Erenoth (as the most developed, are first to be posted) The Personalities of Erenoth (notable individuals aside from my dolls) The States of Erenoth (nations, kingdoms, etc) More to come as it develops! As a bit of a warning, the creation myth of Astraeans is esoteric and confusing af on purpose, meant to represent 'high' concepts such as timelessness etc. It bleeds out into a timeline towards the end.
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    1. A Most Sovereign Lady

      A Most Sovereign Lady

      I don't recall what I liked. o.O' But you're welcome never the less~

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      The Imperial Edict of the Carmine Dominion. : )

      It was more of a "What?", but all the same.

    3. A Most Sovereign Lady

      A Most Sovereign Lady

      Ah yeah, another of my "Wait a damn minute" from my overly long hiatuses.

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