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  1. ^o^ It's postin' week! 3/10 are done. Prolly won't finish tonight but I'll be busy the next two weeks and then out of town with Hound, danzilla and 'Nette on Halloween weekend, yeey!

    @carrionjackal Francesco and I are ddddyyyiiinnnnggg to have drinks with you. You should meet us at the big Renn Fest in the area that weekend for boozy shenanigans!

    1. carrionjackal


      I would/could/should. I'll have to see. My SO is doing a birthday thing for her boy that Sunday. Well, which is Halloween weekend? The one before or after? 😂

    2. Malintzin


      I'll be flying into Houston on Halloween and I think we're going that Saturday.

  2. When the Nautilus' off shore excursion came to an end and returned to the docks, the group departed to make their way towards the pitiful thing Jade liked to call a ship. Still, her pride disallowed her from calling the ship by its proper name, the Dodgy Dolphin. She opted for a more respectable name and with a grand sweeping gesture welcomed the rag tag group aboard the Stormcutter. The ship has an plain, narrow hull and a raised quarterdeck carved with runes. It was no dinghy, but it certainly wasn't frigate material, either. She was durable and swift--though its technical position as a freighter didn't make it the fastest. It could fly, it could swim. It was good enough. The ship's chief mate was a ornery old hag who refused to give her name out of sheer paranoia. Everyone else that crossed paths with her called Tsu Niao. Jade suspected that Niao was paranoid because she was obsessive over legends of an obscure, sunken city--but Jade also reasoned the old woman probably lost her mind. Still, she was brilliant on the water and they were crotchety together. "Sleep where you can find room. You're on your own for meals. I wasn't exactly planning for company. NIAO! COMPANY!" Somewhere from below deck was a colorful, muffled string of profanity. Jade lumbered to the torn cage she and the Dragon whelp wrestled over and up-righted it with some effort. She was still ill over losing all the fish and crab that were caught but at least it didn't smell as bad. Wages lost were wages lost and Jade wasn't about that. She pointed to Leon, "You, get familiar with the cockpit. She's nothing fancy but you won't be stealin' her, either." Jade swept a hand over the part of her head that was buzzed and tangled through through the shoulder length of her hair and sighed. What in hell had she gotten herself tangled up in? Still, these folks knew important people--and assisting important people meant money, right? Money meant a better ship than the sad anchovy they were stuck with. Still, she flew nicely, swam steadily and hadn't sank. Yet. "Why are ya'll even doin' this?" She finally asked aloud. The adrenaline and terrible decision-making time was over. She didn't want to seem insensitive or anything; She got slavery and stuff--but she wondered what kind of difference this small, rag tag team was going to make? "I know why I'm in--I'm just the transportation--but what's it to you guys?" @Twitterpated @ODSTDRAGON @Trexasle @-Lilium-
  3. Artamese had no idea what to wear on these types of things. None whatsoever! She had received an Imperial summons from the Empress and quickly left the safety and comfort of her Kyrosian study to answer them. Had she gotten in trouble with the Chapel Alliance again? Had the Sisters scorned her enough for missing her duties to the Alliance? She had studied all things Sorcery yet barely had any magical talent whatsoever. Artamese was the middle child of three gifted women in her family—the eldest was a prodigious herbalist who became a prolific advocate for Gaianism. The youngest had become the youngest Artificer recruited by the Chapel Alliance. It put her to shame. Raveena knew and understood something about her talents that Artamese did not—but she also knew the Chapel Alliance was trouble despite their philanthropic appearance. Artamese had been blind to the Sisterhood before; she had dropped out of the Gaian Academy to study in Genesaris, leaving her Patian home behind to unearth her Affinity in magic. She failed to discover what that Affinity was. Instead, she developed something new and unusual—she had the ability to study magic in real time; to dissect, unravel, unmake it and study its components. It was not the usual that students were tested for. Thus, she had become a Scrivener—one who reported and recorded new happenings in the magical world, including the discovery of new magic. Honestly, she hated it. She had all the makings of a decent Artificer—or so the Empress thought to have taken her into the West as quickly as she had. Arty knew she was a pawn in a game, but even her companion Simon understood that there were far more honorable intentions on this side of the fence than what the Chapel Alliance had in mind. Artamese wanted to study artifacts. She wanted to study the past, not the present or the future—only how it could impact it. She wondered if that’s why she had been recruited for this expedition. A friend of the Empress still made Artamese wary. It’s not that she didn’t trust Raveena’s judgement—she just didn’t particularly care for people. After all, her only companion was a Hell Hound. There Peregrine swayed serenely before them and Artamese peered down at Simon. He sat on his haunches, leaning against Arty’s hip staring apprehensively at the ship. Simon was unnaturally tall—and though he passed for some Great Dane, wolf hound mix—he was certainly not of this world. Her companion was far too lazy to show it unless pushed to such extremes. He heaved the deep sigh of a spoiled brat who was bored and Artamese cuffed him by the ear before they made their way to the loading dock. It was only mildly frustrating—albeit hilarious—the way the crew skirted around Simon. Simon was equally miserable—he did not care for the swaying of the ship, nor the open ocean. Only when Artamese bumped into him for the fourth time did she halt, hands on her hips, “For bloody sake, Simon—stop acting like you’ve never been on a ship before and stop acting like a mewling whelp! You’re embarrassing me!” She adjusted her glasses up her nose and straightened out her uniform. It was a standard Enforcer uniform, though her insignias were custom. The first was a golden lotus on a black field, a sign that she hailed from the Hyperian Court. The second patch was a silver outline of an open book on a light blue field with five stars arched over it denoted her as a Chapel Alliance student professor, Scrivener and Artificer. She did a double take when she noticed Xartia pacing. She had seen his fashionable presence at the court well enough to know it was him, and yet! Gone was the pale, effeminate pretty boy Pendragon as Simon sometimes referred to him. Here was something else entirely. “Well that’s curious. Come on.” They made their way to meet the man their Empress had tasked her to work with.
  4. Raveena smiled warmly and paused, a hand gently resting on Zenahriel’s arm, “Thank you,” She spoke earnestly, peering up at the man with a somber expression. “I wish my father would wash his hands of the drama in Orisia and tend to the one who truly cares for him most.” It was a rare to have someone so devoted, so sincerely and utterly loyal and loving. Rafael was a troubled, dark man—there was no denying that. But it took the right person to make a heart tender. Her thoughts drifted to Rowan and she sighed as they continued into the market and its splendor, “I am to become Empress of the Rising West.” Raveena’s own expression had in turn become serious. It was not a wish, nor a desire—only a fact of the matter. “We’ve already begun, but these things take time. The enemy is everywhere—and so am I. You’re a smart man to advise my father as you have--what are your thoughts on war?” Shiny, pretty things. The old Raveena—perhaps the Countess Raveena—would have not splurged on such things. There was a certain way to go about things. She would have seen that her people were housed, fed, healthy and able-bodied. These days were past now. Now the Hyperian Empire was flourishing in the Rising West, driving back the last remnants of the Genesar government. Now she had earned a right to treat herself and those around her. Those who waited on her and Zenahriel wrote down each order as instructed. The Rising West was a pretty, shiny thing. Raveena picked up a brooch. It was a delicate looking thing of twisted gold and pretty, iridescent stones she had never seen before. She could feel her Empathetic power vibrating through its many matrices. Raveena picked up another brooch and turned to inspect how it’d look on Zenahriel. After some moment of thought, her nose wrinkled in dissatisfaction and put it back, “Takes away from your wings.” She added, absentmindedly.
  5. “Are you sure about this, Raveena? Should they really relocate here?” Rahab sat by a window seat and looked out at the city. She never thought she could be so high in the air. She knew the sea—it was a familiar place. Dark, cold, and merciless. But she wasn’t like the Trench Barons and their treachery. These men were different. They were not, she admitted, up to her standards—and she had told Raveena as much. Rahab came on the opposite side of Raveena. The Queen was a different woman when company was not around. It was not as though she put on a façade. Only that her defenses lessened in a way. “When will you have Guppies?” She asked nervously to change the subject. “You will have many, yes? Surely there are suitors who are prepared for the honor of bedding you.” And it was then that Raveena laughed. It was a strange and delightful sound—a broken sound twisted with ebbing hope, beautiful and sad like a fractured, abandoned shell. Rahab wanted to reach out and touch this fragile person in front of her. Her mate was gone from her in more ways than one, and that sense of betrayal—Rahab could not imagine. Did Pawan feel this way when he realized she would not return for him? She had offered to bed Raveena on numerous occasions, only to be turned down. It was mildly insulting, but in a strange way she understood. “My brother is in need of a wife. You could become our queen—my sister, even!” Rahab was the only woman of the Alrandwe royal family. It was a blessing and a curse; she would never be queen but would be expected to produce more Nymerian soldiers for her brothers’ cause. Raveena, who was perhaps braver than she, shook her head. “We’ve talked about this. I am not going to be a prize wife—nor an experiment for your brothers. Nymeria knows they are welcome to join the folds of Hyperian under my reign, but I will not relinquish my title. Not to Kings who hole themselves away or disappear for the thrills of war elsewhere. Not when the Nymerian people need cohesion. If anything, now is your chance to take the throne and give your people direction.” Raveena gave Rahab a pointed look, and the Nymerian dared not hold it. “I will never be queen of Nymeria.” Rahab accepted solemnly. There was something firm and decisive that signaled an end to that discussion. Her vibrant, lilac eyes finally chanced a glance at Raveena, “Do you miss your mate?” "Every day.” Raveena exhaled in a weary whisper—as if just to admit such a thing sucked the life out of her. “Every day,” Raveena continued, with some measure of effort, “Is a new beginning. One we should all be grateful for. That’s why I want Tiandi Wushu to thrive and grow here. They deserve a new beginning as well.” Rahab stood and extended a hand to Raveena. “Come, I will draw a bath for you and the guppy. We must make you presentable later—it will do you no good to look weary, old, and pregnant.” Blunt, as ever. Raveena stared at the hand tiredly before clicking her tongue and looking away, “I have attendants, and we must both be presentable for the evening’s meal.” Rahab’s slender, firm fingers gripped the Queen’s chin and tilted her gaze up. “I am your attendant this evening.” And she smiled.
  6. Whhewww. Finally some free time, Busy, busy, busy. Got some new Kirena art on the front page. Checkit.
  7. Plenty more money to throw at you in the future, babe. Thanks for this!
  8. Shoddy day made better by having lunch with a familiar face. ❤️ Thanks for visiting, Ty!

  9. Hunkering down for the Hurricane. See ya in a few days!

    1. The Hummingbird
    2. Malintzin


      Thanks babe. We made it out alright. Our town was considerably lucky, all things considering.

  10. Raveena laughed--and it was a genuine sound. It was not that she laughed at Zenahriel, but she was delighted by him--he was so much more than what her father and books told her of. It was a warm feeling, "Not at all, An'she Zenahriel. My mother was gifted with gardens. My blood people have the utmost respect for nature and its wonders and horrors. So I myself am very fond of gardens. I have very vague memories of my mother and father; I was very little when I lost them. The gardens are one of the purest memories of happiness I can recall and I visit as often as I can." She would not refuse his request, and so they would walk. Only when they advanced together did her entourage rise from their bowed state and follow--more alert than before. Their wary gazes swept through the gardens--Sabine's more keen than ever. While she enjoyed the conversations with Raveena, she knew when courtesy ended and business began. Her comrades spoke in hushed words, mouthing their interest to one another silently. Paramour? The Emperor had a male mate? Was that an acceptable thing in Genesaris? How did the Empress of Carmine feel about it? Was this a common thing for Vampyres? Weren't the wedded couple cousins as well? Would Raveena marry a cousin if one came along? The silent conversation dwelled from the strange customs of Carmine and shifted to the potential whom their Empress would take as a consort. She was with child with the Knight nobility--but would the council stand for it? Lord Varren's name came up, a Duke from the Bhokuli region. He had been a favorite noble, who himself had his eye on their fair Raveena. The history of the Bhokuli and the Zeva'srian Matreyans was a complicated one--one that had seen centuries of one being held hostage by the other, for lack of better words. Raveena would be detained at his estates during the lengthy process of arranging their marriage, something that did not stand under the Sovereign City's laws. The Knight family would be dismissed and the child a bastard, no doubt. Sabine frowned, knowing that Lord Varren would put political pressure to bring back old customs and demand they be upheld, despite the reformed laws. He certainly had the political and militant clout. He would attack the laws themselves and dismantle them from within. If he gained enough support, his true motive to usurp Raveena as Emperor would be a certain outcome. She also knew Raveena would fight it, the way her mother had. "Would that you could meet my family, but I am here on business and my son is managing affairs in the Ursa Madeum." A hand drifted reverently to her swollen belly, "And I must admit, I'm peckish and my son has decided that the Umbral Markets sound like a wonderful idea. I'm fortunate to be familiar with Umbra. Not so long ago, I was sterilized against my will. That I can be with child again is the magic of Umbra. It will always be home to me. My Lady Kirena Yor lived in my estate here until her marriage to Imperator Athyon. She served in my court as the head of intelligence for the Empire. It's a funny thing; had Kirena not met Athyon, it's perhaps he I would be married to. The world, I think, works in interesting ways." That Zenahriel did not readily recognize her--she admitted--made her feel small. But she had to remember that in the scheme of the Empire, she was small. Though she had managed affairs in her father's absence before, it was on a temporary basis, out of necessity, and because he trusted her to. It also made her worry more for her father and his affairs in Orisia. She still had not seen the Black Queen since their dangerous night of the assassination. There were plenty of opportunities, yet fate always intervened. She knew there was a child involved--though there were rumors of more than one now. She pitied her father in that regard. The complicated relationship between the Devil of Patia, the Black Queen of Orisia, and the Lord Father of Umbra were no secret to the realm. She simply wished that the vicious cycle would end and that he'd find some measure of happiness--some measure of peace. Was Zenahriel not enough? He swore he and the Queen would not marry and yet--. Raveena sighed. She was irrationally upset over the whole scandal. Was it her job to understand the intricacies of a prophecy? Queen and Child lived when she took a fatal shot. That was the extent of her part in the scheme of things. What a woman did with her two lovers was not her business. "The Lord Father was kind to adopted me into his family. We were close and when I faced an identity crises, he took me in and sculpted me into who I am now. That is why Umbra will always be home."
  11. Yes, that's what I was trying to make sure I was on the same page about. As it stands, he and I are the only two active Nymerians, and I told him I'd support him if trying to boost any Nymerian activity. I just wanted to make sure that that was what he was getting at so I could do what I can from my end to assist. Though I think he also wants to explore any sort of endeavor where Nymerians can participate in. Because their Princess it the Regent in Kyros, they already have support there. It sounds like he wants to overall boost Nymeria back to relevance and I'm 100% behind that.
  12. No, no. You just confused me when you said "near" Genesaris and not actually on the land, since Port Kyros is in Genesaris. But yes, the Terran-Nymerian consulate is being hosted by Port Kyros it does not involve the Genesar Government whatsoever, it merely sits on Gensar land being ruled by the Hyperian Empire.
  13. The Genesar Government, per my conversation with with King last night ,no longer exists. Which is the only reason I wanted to establish the consulate in the city itself. It killed two birds with one stone in that it would allow Terrans, Gensar and Nymerians to sit by the metaphorical fire singing songs together and learn to get along. Not that it'll happen overnight, but. Gotta start somewhere I guess. So if that's an IC thing you wanna explore, coo'. Otherwise, I'm going to have to more this lore off Genesaris and just establish some facility in the middle of the ocean near Nymeria. Just made more sense to place it on a coastal property because it granted access to both species. One from land, the other from water (99% of Nymerians can't come on land without their suits anyway and it's safe to assume aout 20% would be interested enough to learn more). It made even more sense that coastal property belonging to someone who called Terrenus home and only left because the world has gone mad with bodysnatching jellyfish, eldritch horror genies, civil war and plagues. But if you'd really rather me rearrange things and just build something out in the ocean, I will do the thing! Just say the word. The overarching point is to bring the relationships between continents to a more favorable social temperature. But if that's not an interest I understand~
  14. I think I am on the same page, but we're talking about twin consulates--one in Genesaris and one in Terrenus? But yes, as I'm updating landing pages, I'm hoping to put in a few more plots and quests surrounding the consulate and get Nymeria(ns) more involved. Especially since Kyros is theoretically a hot spot for war (While I OOCly know this, and while Raveena could anticipate this, it's not IC knowledge yet). One of Hyperion's THRIVE Quests I've drafted involves Nymerians so should be interesting. I know that @Maverick has/had a civilization similar-ish per the Island up for grabs in Genesaris that he was building up lore for. Might be worth exploring! Get the creative juices flowing.
  15. I KNOW, APPARENTLY IT'S COMING HERE FOR THE CAROLINAS. TT.TT LEAVE US ALL ALONE. Next week is Lorecrafting week for my schedule but I'll prolly finish writing out and just spam-post the fight and knock it out. I'll update as well if anything happens with the Hurricane here. STAY SAFE!
  16. I will definitely touch base with CSL about a nice little thread layout for you folks like we discussed. Get yourselves canonically established in Valucre and work them interest checks for some recruitin'. Get some good plots going.
  17. Going to drop this off here~ And this And this! And this too! I am sure there are several lore articles I missed through google, but I will update as I happen upon them.
  18. Raveena chuckled at his hesitation with the fruit and gently took it from as it sat it down, placing her hand in his instead, her thumb gently rolling across the cool skin of his skin. "These have a high concentration of blood in them. Vine mages have discovered the use of Harvester trees. It allows us to bury the dead. Their blood is siphoned through the roots and purified through the trees. The fruits collect this harvested blood. The medical sector has had promising results with them but I figured you'd find the community to have an interest in them." Raveena did not hesitate to bite into the fruit. The fruit bled as she tore the skin. She chewed it thoughtfully, but ultimately wrinkled her nose and swallowed it. It was not a dietary supplement for her, but it had its uses. It was fleshy like a heart, and even looked like one in a way. It was not the first time she had taken blood, but she was very particular about the kinds of sacrifices offered to her. The Circle of the Living Star was growing bolder in their claims. She was no longer the Avatar of a Sun God, but a Sun Goddess herself. Though she had her minor position among the Matreyan Gods, she could no longer ignore the cult's rise. Raveena gently squeezed her father's hand. He knew what to say to bring her back to reason. It was true. He had taught her many things--and though she sought to try and do things differently, this was an art form that did not change. And so, she would heed his advice. She had liberated Hyperion of it's crazed influence and they looked to her for answers. They bathed in her divine light and saw nothing but the veritas of it all. The Gods were known for their peculiar ways, cruelty among them. Rafael was correct, though. She sighed and set the bleeding apple down, taking time to wipe her lips clean and down the rest with her water. She did not want to be Corvus--but that was denial she needed to shirk off. Corvus was she, and she was Corvus and whatever unspeakable horrors Corvus was capable of, Raveena could execute with equal or greater measure. "There are a few things I want to dabble in. A.M. Tech is thriving with its ideas, but it still needs a platform. Voice and traffic seem like the two most insignificant of what I hope to accomplish, but are in fact the two biggest weaknesses in the Rising West. People love to talk. Letters love to be written. I trained my magic to identify eyes so that the truth can be revealed to those eyes only." She gently tapped on the dossier, "Anyone reading this but you and I and those keyed for it see a very engaging but useless essay about different species of Patian mushrooms. But it's still not enough. Alethea is modernizing and Kyros is right behind it." Raveena pulled the dossier closer to her. She turned it around and took her time to organize it and shuffle the papers neatly. She smiled at them but inwardly she knew her father was correct. Defense was only one half of things. Her offense would be unrelenting. "I will bring what's left of the council to its knees." But I will cripple them severely before I do.
  19. “Lord Morlog! Are you alright? Stay back, this woman is some sort of witch!” Even as he spoke, Corvus spoke over him, "Stop..." She turned, certain and composed in her movements. There was something preternatural about it, "...talking." She enunciated the words clearly--concisely, even. But there was a hint of unsubtle restraint as she warred with her triggers. She stared at the soldier who burst in with cold fury. "Have you ever had every ounce of fluid pulled through the pores of your skin simultaneously?" Whether this was rhetorical or Corvus was simply impatient--only she knew. She crossed the threshold between them and cupped his cheeks between the palms of her hands. He cried out and cowered, pulling away--but she held him. "Sh-sh-sh-shh...ooh, there-there little lamb, it's alright, see? See? Still alive and in one piece~" She handled him with strange, deliberate delicacy--as though he were fragile. And he was. He was a tiny, wretched thing. Her thumb ran along his cheeks. They were fleshed and warm--and she was a warm thing. It was a marvel, she decided. He whimpered and pouted and mewled. She was a witch, after all. "You talk too much," She whispered. "For a pawn--why do pawns talk too much? Pawns are silent, pawns know little else than what they are meant to do, and that is to be silent." Corvus gently kissed the tip of his nose and smiled at him. It wasn't an unusual smile--one that was forced--but sincere. She would have looked lovely if her countenance weren't so insidious. "It's because you're not a pawn, are you? No, no, no, little lambs are delicious and for eating but you--you are a lion in sheep's clothing, yes?" She encouraged him, and though he trembled to be near so strange a woman, he nodded. "You wear a fleece--a golden fleece. That's a naughty disguise!" She pushed him against a bookcase, its contents shaking and settling. "You seem to know what is best for your superiors. The fleece of authority," She glanced back to Morlog and nodded respectfully, "And kingship." She added tightly behind clenched teeth before looking back to the soldier. He was so small beneath her--despite him towering over her. "Would you like to be the best you that you can be? Someone proud and worthy? Someone others look up to?" The soldier was far too terrified to answer, but there was the smallest spark of ambition in his eyes and with fear as his vehicle, she understood his cowardice--his need to survive and be stronger. He was a threat. Corvus smiled slowly, cruelly. Her fingers contorted and stretched. They slithered along his skin to his flared nostrils. "I will help you--fear not. I will pull all the liquid from your body and wear you. You who wears the fleece will become my fleece, yes?" The soldier screamed and garbled sound. He flailed but Corvus was unrelenting. She seeped into his body and flowed through him. She drowned him and tore through flesh and bone. As she slipped into his skin, she saw she was far too great for it--and his body couldn't handle the strain. The soldier ripped apart, violently and suddenly. "Chaos and Discord!" Corvus reverently touched what would have been her own skin--the wetness of it was a cruel reminder she had no such thing. She smiled, still, "This, I can do." She dropped her hands unceremoniously as her body remolded itself. Corvus stepped away from the gore and stepped confidently to the desk, eyes on the pair of them. "When your lessers dictate what is best for you, they have other wild ideas on what is best for you. That's how you get killed. Do you want to be killed so soon? You don't strike me as a man who dies easily or quietly." Corvus hissed quietly and leaned a hand upon the desk and leaned forward, "Send me the information I need on these ships and you will have your mayhem."
  20. "You grace me with a legendary name I am all too familiar with, An'she. I am Empress Raveena Jhanavi Bartolome Senaria of Hyperion, Princess of Carmine. Your mate is my father." She smiled, amused by the High Lord's introduction and returned the courteous bow with her own deep curtsy. "I am here to visit him before I finish my war campaign." Her entourage obeyed flawlessly and remained bowed before the High Lord, never once looking up to see him. "I've heard great stories about you and your power. You are the one that made my father the God-Emperor. Your loyalty knows no bounds. I did not think I would ever have the pleasure of seeing you with my own eyes in person. I read, and my father speaks, but...this does it very little justice." He was also a powerful wielder of magic the likes she previously would not have comprehended. Now, she could admire it properly. He was what made her father who he is, and that alone was worth respecting. "With me is Lady Sabine Kaddar Fenvaris of Patia, Imperatrix of the Order of the Aralim; My second in command to all militant affairs." Though Sabine remained poised and bowed behind Raveena, she was startled by her use of the title Empress. It was something Raveena shunned freely and openly--as though it were a responsibility she feared. Now she wielded the title as though she had been born with it and knew it her whole life. Though she stared at the ground, her companions' eyes remained closed. Sabine smiled and silently thanked the Sun God and his tricks. Through his deception, he had awoken something within Raveena. Perhaps he showed her something through trial and fire she couldn't see from anyone else. The Sun God had planted his tricks carefully and cleverly. "My entourage have orders not to disturb us. Be at ease, my High Lord." @The Hummingbird
  21. "We are going to my home at Nova Citadel. It is my summer home, to be precise. A little gaudy, if I may say but it will accommodate you while we map out Tiandi's new facility. You are heroes to Hyperion and a beacon of hope for many who struggle in their day to day lives. The very least I can do is fund your new school and home." It was a small price in the big scheme of things. War was coming, and Kyros would likely not be spared. Now was the time to prepared. In the distance the palace loomed, an exquisite (though Raveena reaffirmed gaudy was the better term) combination of styles left it an impressive sight to behold. The first floor was made of high-reaching arches and Gothic-style windows. Between the two stories was a statue of Rising Queen--something Rowan personally requested when the palace was designed and built. As the group arrived, there was a flurry of activity as attendants saw to acquiring the school's belongings and running them inside. The Guard filed in and disembarked to ensure the entire entourage maintained protection. If Raveena was concerned, it didn't show. Everyone there was a capable fighter--herself included. The first room they entered was filled with tapestries that wove a story, "I come from a long line of weavers," She explained as they entered the Memorial Room, "Nova Citadel sits on a floating isle that is secured. Kyrosian citizens rose to the challenge and went against foreign nobility to claim it for the Empire. Some of them lost their lives here." It was melancholy, a shrewd reminder that death and sacrifice was something familiar to the Hyperian people--so too was rebirth. "And these here? This is the War of Beasts?" Rahab had become familiar with the path Raveena took to get there. It was impressive for a Land Dweller. Her brothers would have found the Empress interesting. Married or Murdered--that was usually the way the two brothers went about things. Rahab hoped that if Raveena ever died, she'd be reborn a Nymerian, but only if she could dig deep into her duties. Raveena was too kind, or so the Nymerian Princess thought by their standards. Raveena turned to look and see, "Aah, yes. Rowan and Raz-Nogore, the Tyrant King of Himmelsfestung--you know it as the Queendom of Alethea, now." She turned and studied the newest addition, one that told the story of the fall of Hyperion City in Terrenus, the cursed affliction and Raveena's first display of godly power in liberating it from the darkness that descended upon it. Threads of golden light were carefully, meticulously woven. "We tell stories and have dances. I've never seen anything as pretty as these. I don't fully understand the need to use up such precious material for a blanket that will never be used." At this, Raveena laughed at Rahab's perspective. "Some cultures have books, some have stories and dances. We simply have tapestries. I will add Tiandi Wushu and their story to this wall one day." She turned to look at the three companions and smiled warmly, "You will have your own personal attendants during your stay. They will show you to your rooms and retrieve what you need. The second floor is off limits. Please, take your time to settle in--we can meet over a meal and discuss your plans for Tiandi Wushu." It was a plain dismissal. Raveena and Rahab were escorted by their entourage and ascended to the second floor. The trio's attendants stood in a line, and showed no sign of nervousness at the three. Instead, they were waiting for their instructions and what their new charges wanted of them. A bath? A tour? Pretty men or women to bed? They were ready to serve their needs. @danzilla3 @Laughingmad @Twitterpated
  22. "Don't let the door to hell hit you on the way out!" Jade arched a brow and nodded for Kirena to get going. She was new to the game but she wasn't new to the role. Whoever was footing the bill damn well deserved to get some critical feedback. Liberating slaves was not her style--the meek inherited the earth and all. But the idea of having a ship again--by sea or air--was promising and worth the risk. Anything was better than the hunk of junk she had swindled. A cute piece of meat on top of it? That was just a tease of a bonus! Still. She didn't like the hoity-toity whelp and was all too glad to see her leave. There was something slippery and weird about her. She knew a whole lot about the damned place and seemed all too eager to send these folks to die. And for what? They were--Jade took a quick count. Five people against what Blondie basically described as like its own Empire! It was suicide--and she couldn't deny it thrilled her. Smuggling was her specialty. "Smuggling and stealing is literally my life. If anyone can be believable, it's me. Whether you all live or die doesn't really matter to me. I live in the now, and I live for me. If you can keep up, aces. Fall behind and it's your funeral." Jade pulled out a pack of smokes and ran fingers through her hair, sweeping it back. She lit one and took a thoughtful drag before exhaling smoke, "Sounds like these people talk money, and money's the one language I'm fluent in. I can get you there, I can even get you in--what happens after that is on you."
  23. He did not yet understand, did not yet heed. The ground sank and with it--Raveena also sank. She slipped seamlessly into the essence that was the Djinn and yet she didn't suffer the same fate of the rock she once stood upon. The red world around them shifted and contorted as it responded to her, dizzying and unrelenting in its speed. It changed to reacted to Iblis' deepest fears. The doors dissipated, the windows gone. The world around them a single infinite room. No way in, and no way out. The Red Plane preyed on Iblis. It was not a trick of the mind, no illusion to be shattered. The Red Plane brought the worst out in those who presided within it. So small a fraction of the world he could impact. What did the Djinn fear most but the loss of his f r e e d o m ? And so Iblis was confined and trapped, doomed to fulfill his trial and find a way out in a realm that did not answer to him, nor bow or break to his whim. Somewhere in the realm, Kamala was laughing at him. @danzilla3
  24. @Aleksei Infernal is withdrawing on account of leaving Valucre altogether, but I'd like to continue solo and take over finishing the thread if that's okie doke? Two pages shouldn't be that bad. Will give me an opportunity to explore Aziza as this is my first time RPing with her. >o<
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