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YoungDreamer
Headmaster
WELCOME TO CLANS OF LEGEND
EARLY START UP! (2 hrs early my time at least)
Hello...
No, please don't be frightened!
My name is Vesna, a messenger from the Mother Goddess.
I was sent to find you, I've something very important to tell you!
What is it?
Well, it's a story actually. W-wait!
Where are you going?
You need to listen to me or all will be for naught!
Will you listen to my story?
You will..? Thank goodness!
I'll try and tell it as quickly as possible, you had better sit down though.
It's quite a long story, history is never short after all!
In the beginning, when the Great Mother created Eni, the world was shapeless and barren. The oceans, which cover all, ragged in the complete darkness that engulf everything; nothing but the power of the Goddess moved over these waters. She then called out into the space, demanding the presence of Light in the desolate place. “May light shine.” - and thus appeared light.
The Goddess was happy with this as she separated the light and dark, calling one Day and the other Night. It was not until a full evening had come and went that she once again set to work creating. Seeing the parolous waters she decided that another realm must be made upon Eni and spoke out to command this also be done. “May land rise above the waters.” - and thus the lands in which we live rose from the waters.
She then spread the magic of her life throughout the lands. “May great plans of life bloom.” - and thus they did. Flowers and trees sprouted forth from the land until it was green with life. Fruits and grains meant to be eaten grew along with the berries of danger, meant not to be eaten.
“May there be air as blue as the oceans.” She then commanded, creating a dome above the land and seas. “May this be Sky.” - and thus it came to be called. When this was done the Goddess waited until evening had settled before standing to look upon the great black skies. “May there be lights,” She commanded, “ones to show tales of the future, past, and present. Ones to be guides in travel and tell the passing of time.” - and thus the stars lit up the night sky. She did not pause at this though, creating two large lights to mark the passage of day and night. Taking there she cast one into the night sky amongst the stars and the other into the sky of daylight amongst the blue and clouds of Haven.
It was then that the Goddess made the first creature. Seeing the oceans and sky the Mother decided that there must be life to enjoy it. “May creatures swim in my seas and fly though my skies.” -and thus the first animals came to life. Upon their creation she smiled down at them, blessing them with the ability to multiply and fill Eni with their life. She then turned to the lands, “May there be all walks of life,” She commanded, “ones of all shapes, sizes, and types.” - and thus the creatures of land came to be.
The Great Goddess was pleased with this, looking down on her animals from Haven with a proud feeling. She then came upon yet another idea and returned to Eni. She then created a creature that would surpass all others, one that seemed like her in shape and form. She called it human, making both a male and female of these blessed creatures. She could not stop there though, seeing the variety of animals she felt as though she must also create a variety of her new children. “May there be many of you of different shapes, sizes, and types.” -And thus came to life the other species. Elves, Mammaloids, and nymphs were the first to appear after the Goddess spoke; followed by the others. She bless them each with a different gift so that if they were to work together the lands of Eni would be fruitful.
She then set them to the lands of Eni to live amongst her animals, returning to Haven in hopes of watching them from above. It was at this time that she created me, so that I may bring her words down to her children if there was ever a need.
At the time the different Species were like brothers, neighbors that worked together for the better of all. It was a glorious golden age, one that all prospered from. It was a time when the Mother was worshiped highest amongst the gods as the ultimate creator of All that was. It was a truly glorious sight that I still remember quite well.
This ended quite suddenly though when an ancient relic disappeared from each of the People's treasure, one that had been so precious that each People sought out the others to demand their items back. All was for naught though because when they reached the meeting place all accused the others of thievery. A fight broke out, one that would send the species into different directions. It was decided that one group could not trust another and in order to protect themselves eight clans were created, each looking at the others in hatred. The gold age ended with the formation of these clans...
and Eni hasn't been the same since.
That's the end of my story...
You don't understand?
Well, I'm sure that it will all become apparent eventually.
History is about to be made after all!
Why am I telling you this?
You play a larger role then you think,
the Mother Goddess wished for me to give you a warning as well.
Death is a fate that none can escape in the end, it's not something to feel shame about.
All you can do is die in the right moment.
What does that mean?
Well... you'll just have to find out for yourself I suppose.
Don't worry, you'll see me again before that time is upon you.
I'm going to watch over you from now on, just like the stars.
You think you can protect yourself?
I'm sure you can, at least against some things.
It doesn't matter though, since you won't remember any of this when you wake.
It's all a dream after all...
PLEASE READ WHATS IN SPOILER. IT CONTAINS HINTS AND HAS IMPORTANT FACTS INSIDE IT.
I will be posting last as an all clear. As of now please post an opening for your character!
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Chi Chi
Duck Whisperer
The sun slowly rose above the Geven Hills, casting long shadows into the clearing. Nadia held her breath as twigs snapped and a massive creature came into view. This hunt had been harder than most. It had been a full nine hours since she first began tracking the Cretan Bull and it had gone on long enough. The Cretan was a beautiful beast with pure white fur and mournful black eyes. He loomed above all other wild bulls and cows, easily weighing 215 stone, where most of his species were 140.
Seeing an opportunity, Nadia raised her polished yew bow and knocked an arrow. Her heart beat quickly as she anticipated the kill. Nadia’s mind raced with images of blood pouring from arrow wounds, and the great Cretan crumbling to the ground. She would skin him and make a ceremonial dress for those times the Clan built a grand bonfire and celebrated their prowess in battle and the great hunts that fed her people.
In her excitement, Nadia didn’t notice the wind stirring up around her. It was small at first – a natural wind – but soon picked up speed. Too late Nadia noticed what was happening! Her emotions had sparked her power over the air and brought up a gust of wind. The Cretan Bull jerked his monstrous head up from grazing, nostrils flared. The wind had brought Nadia’s scent to him!
“Jukkete,” Nadia hissed in anger. Her mother would have slapped her upside the head to hear her using such language, but she had never been so angry with herself. The Cretan had already turned around and bolted for the trees. He knew he was being stalked. With a final desperation, Nadia loosed her arrow at the white brute. It whirled past his hindquarters and into the brush. There was no point in following him now; the hunt was over.
Seething with rage and disappointment, Nadia gathered her bow and crossed the clearing to fetch her arrow. She couldn’t believe she had messed up so badly. Where was her concentration? But she knew the answer to that already. She knew why she had left her Clan for so long and why she had set out to find an almost mythical beast. It was because she was being given more responsibility in the Clan. They were grooming her for Future Clan Head and she wanted nothing to do with it. Surely they could see that! She disappeared for hours at a time, sometimes days. She always conned and coerced her fellow Clanmates into doing the brunt of assigned chores – except hunting, of course. She wasn’t ready to be in charge of so many people; all of them would rely on her to always be around. Nadia couldn’t handle that.
But she was “marked”. Destiny wanted her. Nadia spat on the ground in disgust and rolled her eyes. Destiny could go jukkete itself. Gathering up her arrow, Nadia began to summon the wind once again. Though completely useless while hunting, her power over the air could come in handy. Nadia turned North, towards her Clan camp and stretched her legs. The wind was pushing at her back now, stronger and stronger until Nadia stumbled slightly. She pulled her lips back to reveal her pointed teeth in a smile and sprintedforward. Nadia was flying! Well, not really. Her feet still touched the ground, but barely. The combination of her natural speed and her conjured wind propelled her onward at a speed most people could only dream of.
Stopping just outside the Yanish camp boundaries, Nadia released the wind. She was out of breath and exhausted. She took a moment to compose herself and then entered the camp. Only the camp guards were awake, as the Yanish were mostly nocturnal. Nadia counted her lucky stars that her parents were nowhere in sight and dragged herself to her tent. Once inside, she barely stripped herself of her hunting gear before collapsing onto her bed and allowing sleep to wash over her. Within minutes, loud snores radiated from Nadia’s tent.
Seeing an opportunity, Nadia raised her polished yew bow and knocked an arrow. Her heart beat quickly as she anticipated the kill. Nadia’s mind raced with images of blood pouring from arrow wounds, and the great Cretan crumbling to the ground. She would skin him and make a ceremonial dress for those times the Clan built a grand bonfire and celebrated their prowess in battle and the great hunts that fed her people.
In her excitement, Nadia didn’t notice the wind stirring up around her. It was small at first – a natural wind – but soon picked up speed. Too late Nadia noticed what was happening! Her emotions had sparked her power over the air and brought up a gust of wind. The Cretan Bull jerked his monstrous head up from grazing, nostrils flared. The wind had brought Nadia’s scent to him!
“Jukkete,” Nadia hissed in anger. Her mother would have slapped her upside the head to hear her using such language, but she had never been so angry with herself. The Cretan had already turned around and bolted for the trees. He knew he was being stalked. With a final desperation, Nadia loosed her arrow at the white brute. It whirled past his hindquarters and into the brush. There was no point in following him now; the hunt was over.
Seething with rage and disappointment, Nadia gathered her bow and crossed the clearing to fetch her arrow. She couldn’t believe she had messed up so badly. Where was her concentration? But she knew the answer to that already. She knew why she had left her Clan for so long and why she had set out to find an almost mythical beast. It was because she was being given more responsibility in the Clan. They were grooming her for Future Clan Head and she wanted nothing to do with it. Surely they could see that! She disappeared for hours at a time, sometimes days. She always conned and coerced her fellow Clanmates into doing the brunt of assigned chores – except hunting, of course. She wasn’t ready to be in charge of so many people; all of them would rely on her to always be around. Nadia couldn’t handle that.
But she was “marked”. Destiny wanted her. Nadia spat on the ground in disgust and rolled her eyes. Destiny could go jukkete itself. Gathering up her arrow, Nadia began to summon the wind once again. Though completely useless while hunting, her power over the air could come in handy. Nadia turned North, towards her Clan camp and stretched her legs. The wind was pushing at her back now, stronger and stronger until Nadia stumbled slightly. She pulled her lips back to reveal her pointed teeth in a smile and sprintedforward. Nadia was flying! Well, not really. Her feet still touched the ground, but barely. The combination of her natural speed and her conjured wind propelled her onward at a speed most people could only dream of.
Stopping just outside the Yanish camp boundaries, Nadia released the wind. She was out of breath and exhausted. She took a moment to compose herself and then entered the camp. Only the camp guards were awake, as the Yanish were mostly nocturnal. Nadia counted her lucky stars that her parents were nowhere in sight and dragged herself to her tent. Once inside, she barely stripped herself of her hunting gear before collapsing onto her bed and allowing sleep to wash over her. Within minutes, loud snores radiated from Nadia’s tent.
Dark_Matter
Junior Member
Airephos Naesrirgue, Heir to Clan Urecee: Fortress of Naesrir
The proud sun climbed steadily in the sky, its mighty rays blasting away the darkness that had recently enveloped the world, reclaiming it as its own. Gently, it greeted each race as it touched upon their land, warming the hearts of all who cared to bathe in it, until it finally reached the borders of the Urecee; the frozen waste.
To those not of the Urecee tribe, the frozen expanses were just a barren wasteland where nothing natural could hope to survive; the permafrost made it seem impossible for any crops to grow and the land itself concealed the presence of unspeakable dangers that took the lives of any who would be foolish enough to set foot in the Land of the Urecee. The ice spread out as far as the eye could see, a haze hung over it, blocking the sun's rays so that the land seemed to be trapped in an eerie twilight during the days when the frost was thickest. The only sounds that could be heard from the edge of the frozen land was the howling of the winds which, if one cared to wait long enough, occassionaly carried with it the shrieks of whatever ungodly creatures that happened to inhabit the wasteland or a stray word whispered by a long forgotten ghost. This was a land that none of the other tribes envied the Urecee for; some people assumed, because they had not seen or heard from the Urecee in a long time, that even the Urecee would have eventually perished under such harsh conditions.
Not one to give up, the Sun continued his journey across the sky, unleashing his rays upon the frozen land as it tried to burn through the mist that shrouded it. As time passed, the Sun's efforts were finally rewarded; it found weaknesses within the mist, burning through the veil to splash down upon the shades of green and blue hidden within the great white expanse. Deep in the frozen wastelands were lush forests and valleys, protected and hidden by the same ice that consumed the land outside; some of these spanned hundreds of square miles and were teaming with wildlife. It was within these sheltered gardens that the Urecee built their homes and families; the largest of these valleys was where the heart of the Urecee lay, the Frozen City of Naesrir.
Naesrir wasn't so much a city as it was an immense, white, fortress of ice that was surrounded by a clump of buildings that housed an ever changing population of Cold Folk who sought guidance and protection from the Clan Head; it served as a central beacon for all of the Urecee and was established as a rallying point in times of danger. The fortress itself was the size of a large hill, its spires dazzling in the Sun's rays as they stabbed like swords into the crisp sky, a pair of carved ice wyrms stood perched upon each spire; the design reflected the artistic and imaginative nature of its creator as well as the military functionality for the current times. It was upon one of these wyrms that a Urecee youth could be spotted by anyone who happened to look up at that time.
The young man stood effortlessly upon the snout of one of the carved wyrms, his long arms spread wide as if to welcome the sun; even for a Urecee, standing on a piece of ice at the top of the tallest tower was beyond wreckless, it was idiotic. He was dressed in a thin white tunic and an unremarkable pair of brown trousers which clung to his frame as a gust of wind attempted to nudge him off of his perch. Even beneath the fabric of his clothing, a person could tell that he was a well built and athletic young man. There was not a single hint of any strain on his body nor any tension in his face, just a slightly smug smile; it was just him and the morning sun.
"So the scar on that pretty face wasn't enough for young Aeriphos, was it?" A familiar and grating voice broke the silence. "He has to go and try to break his neck as well? You know you're not supposed to be out here. What would you do if someone saw you?"
Aeriphos took a deep breath in and slowly released it, dropping his arms to his side in the process, before he finally opened his eyes as he greeted the bulkier and more mature man who stood at the base of the spire.
"It's good to see you too, Zyreal." Aeriphos replied with a smile. Zyreal was Aeriphos' second oldest brother and his oldest surviving sibling. While Zyreal was also quite good at using frost magic he was one who preferred to use brute force, as evidenced by the excessive calluses on his hands and various scars on his knuckles. Where Aeriphos was taller and more athletically built, Zyreal was slightly shorter but had a barrel of a chest. "It's been so long. What was it? Last night at dinner? You didn't have to come, I was just meditating. There's no harm in that." Aeriphos continued as he seized control of the wyrm carving. The ice seemed to come alive as the giant wyrm flexed its wings and unlatched its claws from around the spire; it smoothly climbed down from its perch and lowered Aeriphos onto the rooftop before swiftly climbing back into position and freezing into place. "Besides, we're always wearing our masks in public so who would recognize me?"
"Who else, besides the youngest Son of Naesrirgue, would be brash enough to stand atop a spire of the White Fortress? If you weren't such a fool, you wouldn't need someone to watch your every move now would you? I shouldn't need to explain to you the reasons why things are this way, you're old enough to know." Growled Zyreal as he opened a hole in the roof and lowered them down into the fortress. "Aside from all of that, Father was calling for you." Zyreal closed the hole in the roof with just a simple wave of his hand and led Aeriphos out of the room without waiting for his response.
I wonder what he wants this time? Another patrol? Another test?
The walls of the fortress began to glow with renewed vigor as they absorbed more sunlight; lighting the way to the Great Hall of his father, Aresho Naesrirgue, the Clan Head.
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Dead
Somewhat Alive.
Gently and quietly, Snowdrop awoke from her long slumber to the sound of the wind shrieking against her small but homely hut. In the land of Urecee, light was rarely seen around the cold land of snow. Nothing but snow from a mile away and it continues on through the valley. The mist being too thick for anything to come through, not even a single bird could survive in such conditions unless it was some ungodly creature from the depths of Urecee.
Yes, there were creatures in Urecee but they weren't any creature that you can easily befriend as, these creatures were deadly and almost destroyed Urecee once but luckily the King of all the Urecee helped the people, saving them from the wrath of the cold beasts of the unknown.
For the first time in a while, the sun kept it's pace trying to fight the thick mist of snow and surprisingly succeed shining down on the City of Naestir and slowly traveled to the village. The village was also part of the Frozen City but it was home to the poor as many would say seeming as how the people here would always get ill and have few money because of the harsh cold. Cold folks are known to be able to withstand the harsh temperature of Urecee but they couldn't stand too long in the cold.
Even when they could stand in the cold, evil still lurked around the corner for her people so few go out into the unknown of Urecee land. But Snowdrop being the healer for the village, it was her job to heal the ill and the wounded meaning she was to go out in the danger ahead in order to get the herbs needed for her people. Even though being a woman, seeming as how fragile a woman can be, she could fight for herself in the unforgiving weather of Urecee. She has been through this for many years and has gotten used to encountering a beast in the woods far from the village. Sometimes she would come back wounded by the beasts but no one seemed to come to her aid most of the time seeing as how she was also part of the danger in Urecee.
She wasn't some beast herself but she did have a beast in her. This beast was her frost magic that every Cold folks should have but hers was different. Ever since she was a child, life was harsh to her and must have cursed her to be the destroyer of all Urecee. Or maybe she was just too weak and was not even blessed with anything special at all. Her magic was like a beast that was chained, trying to break free wildly without thought for anyone as it swing from side to side until it was free. This was very strange for many of the people seeing a girl like her to be unable to use frost magic. Most kids are able to learn by the age of 5 until they are 16 to be able to control their magic but Snowdrop was now in her 20's and she showed no success in controlling her powers this being the reason she closed herself away from the village.
The sun's rays still fought the mist in the sky while Snowdrop got ready for her journey in the woods to restock her medicine. She was running out of supplies and needed to get some more, grabbing her long fur cloak wrapping it around her shoulder. Taking her pouch filled with jar and books, soon taking her bow and slipping it on her shoulder, she headed off out into the cold morning. Outside no one was in sight seeing as how it was still too early in the morning, watching the sky, she noticed a bright light from the distance and saw the one that many rarely get to see.
The young prince and future leader, Aeriphos, his hair shone in the light of the sun as if the sun was blessing him but his glow soon faded once he left into his castle. Snowdrop smiled softly as she watched the prince disappear from her sight in just a few minutes. This was her second time getting to see the prince but she had never got to see him in person though, she was a commoner and he was a royal, these two could never cross path as she stared at the place he was last seen before placing her hood over her and turned on her heels into the woods in search of some new herbs that could have survived the cold.
Yes, there were creatures in Urecee but they weren't any creature that you can easily befriend as, these creatures were deadly and almost destroyed Urecee once but luckily the King of all the Urecee helped the people, saving them from the wrath of the cold beasts of the unknown.
For the first time in a while, the sun kept it's pace trying to fight the thick mist of snow and surprisingly succeed shining down on the City of Naestir and slowly traveled to the village. The village was also part of the Frozen City but it was home to the poor as many would say seeming as how the people here would always get ill and have few money because of the harsh cold. Cold folks are known to be able to withstand the harsh temperature of Urecee but they couldn't stand too long in the cold.
Even when they could stand in the cold, evil still lurked around the corner for her people so few go out into the unknown of Urecee land. But Snowdrop being the healer for the village, it was her job to heal the ill and the wounded meaning she was to go out in the danger ahead in order to get the herbs needed for her people. Even though being a woman, seeming as how fragile a woman can be, she could fight for herself in the unforgiving weather of Urecee. She has been through this for many years and has gotten used to encountering a beast in the woods far from the village. Sometimes she would come back wounded by the beasts but no one seemed to come to her aid most of the time seeing as how she was also part of the danger in Urecee.
She wasn't some beast herself but she did have a beast in her. This beast was her frost magic that every Cold folks should have but hers was different. Ever since she was a child, life was harsh to her and must have cursed her to be the destroyer of all Urecee. Or maybe she was just too weak and was not even blessed with anything special at all. Her magic was like a beast that was chained, trying to break free wildly without thought for anyone as it swing from side to side until it was free. This was very strange for many of the people seeing a girl like her to be unable to use frost magic. Most kids are able to learn by the age of 5 until they are 16 to be able to control their magic but Snowdrop was now in her 20's and she showed no success in controlling her powers this being the reason she closed herself away from the village.
The sun's rays still fought the mist in the sky while Snowdrop got ready for her journey in the woods to restock her medicine. She was running out of supplies and needed to get some more, grabbing her long fur cloak wrapping it around her shoulder. Taking her pouch filled with jar and books, soon taking her bow and slipping it on her shoulder, she headed off out into the cold morning. Outside no one was in sight seeing as how it was still too early in the morning, watching the sky, she noticed a bright light from the distance and saw the one that many rarely get to see.
The young prince and future leader, Aeriphos, his hair shone in the light of the sun as if the sun was blessing him but his glow soon faded once he left into his castle. Snowdrop smiled softly as she watched the prince disappear from her sight in just a few minutes. This was her second time getting to see the prince but she had never got to see him in person though, she was a commoner and he was a royal, these two could never cross path as she stared at the place he was last seen before placing her hood over her and turned on her heels into the woods in search of some new herbs that could have survived the cold.
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The Mad Queen
Memento Mori. Unus Anus
Joshua sat with his back against a tree, surrounded by shadows in the swamp. He was not alone however as his horse was nearby, as well as one of his father's guards and his horse.
"My Lord." The guard called out
"You don't have to call me Lord." Joshua called out.
"Maybe I don't, but many others will." The guard replied, stepping forwards before looking over Joshua's shoulder. He held a book in his hands.
"So we came on his hunting trip to read books?" The guard asked
"Not exactly. There have been reports of wild animal attacks out here and I want to bury my sword in the head of the creature responsible. I'm simply reading to pass the time."
The guard nodded in response, technically Joshua hadn't lied. It was true that he wanted to kill the creature responsible but he could read for pleasure outside of Dougan Fort without being discouraged. As Joshua turned a page, his head pricked up to the sound of a splashing water. He slowly began to stand to his feet, drawing his sword at the same time. He raised one hand to the guard. before taking two slow and cautious steps forwards towards a body of water. He waited for several moments before plunging his sword into the body of water and hitting something. He withdrew his sword, now stained in blood before gesturing to the guard to approach.
The two gazed down into the body of water at a dead crocodile for several moments before lifting it from the murky water and dragging it towards the horses. John stabbed it through the head again to ensure that the creature was dead. Joshua had on his father's orders been on a hunting trip in the swamps for several days and now that he had made a kill that one could be proud of he was returning home. Home that was until the Hevirian winter months.
It was for that reason why Joshua hated the winter. He had to leave all of his books as well as the materials he used for art and writing at Dougan Fort in the plains, only carrying what he "needed". He understood what the winter meant for Hevirians and the Dougan family all too well but that didn't mean that he had to like it. He was constantly reminded that one day he would have to lead his people away from the plains every Winter and then return to Fort Dougan just as his family had done ever since his grandfather had taken the position as leader over the Hevirians.
Joshua sighed as he began to skin the crocodile. The journey back to Fort Dougan would be at least a day on horseback.
"My Lord." The guard called out
"You don't have to call me Lord." Joshua called out.
"Maybe I don't, but many others will." The guard replied, stepping forwards before looking over Joshua's shoulder. He held a book in his hands.
"So we came on his hunting trip to read books?" The guard asked
"Not exactly. There have been reports of wild animal attacks out here and I want to bury my sword in the head of the creature responsible. I'm simply reading to pass the time."
The guard nodded in response, technically Joshua hadn't lied. It was true that he wanted to kill the creature responsible but he could read for pleasure outside of Dougan Fort without being discouraged. As Joshua turned a page, his head pricked up to the sound of a splashing water. He slowly began to stand to his feet, drawing his sword at the same time. He raised one hand to the guard. before taking two slow and cautious steps forwards towards a body of water. He waited for several moments before plunging his sword into the body of water and hitting something. He withdrew his sword, now stained in blood before gesturing to the guard to approach.
The two gazed down into the body of water at a dead crocodile for several moments before lifting it from the murky water and dragging it towards the horses. John stabbed it through the head again to ensure that the creature was dead. Joshua had on his father's orders been on a hunting trip in the swamps for several days and now that he had made a kill that one could be proud of he was returning home. Home that was until the Hevirian winter months.
It was for that reason why Joshua hated the winter. He had to leave all of his books as well as the materials he used for art and writing at Dougan Fort in the plains, only carrying what he "needed". He understood what the winter meant for Hevirians and the Dougan family all too well but that didn't mean that he had to like it. He was constantly reminded that one day he would have to lead his people away from the plains every Winter and then return to Fort Dougan just as his family had done ever since his grandfather had taken the position as leader over the Hevirians.
Joshua sighed as he began to skin the crocodile. The journey back to Fort Dougan would be at least a day on horseback.
Dark_Matter
Junior Member
Airephos Naesrirgue, Heir to Clan Urecee: The Great Hall
The Great Hall was a room located in the center of the Fortress of Naesrir; it served as the welcoming and main counseling chamber of the Urecee clan and also doubled as a ball room. The Great Hall was wide enough to comfortably accommodate a thousand of the Urecee. The ceiling stood as high as the trees in the forests, scenes of glory and battle were etched into the ceiling and walls, forever in motion as they danced and came to life with the golden rays of the sun. Dozens of great pillars of ice bathed the room in a warm bluish glow as they absorbed the sunlight and filtered it into the hall; the shade of the light could change with the mood of the current Clan Head. Though the entire fortress was made of ice, the walls were strangely warm to the touch and did not melt despite the fact that the temperature in the room felt like that of a normal Spring day. Standing along these walls were massive statues of ice, the frozen sentries of the hall who loomed over all who entered. The hallway leading into the Great Hall was blocked by a set of intricately carved doors.
It was to these massive doors that Zyreal led Airephos.
"I shall take my leave here, brother. Have a good day." Zyreal nodded towards Airephos as he turned back and walked through the wall of the corridor. Airephos gave his brother a small smile and returned his attention to the task before him; he took a deep breath and stepped forth as the massive doors began to open.
Light blue is a nice color. Tranquil. Thoughtful. Good. At least I know he's not angry. Airephos eyes did not stray from the man who rested on a throne of ice, nestled between two of the larger ice statues in the room.
Even in his resting position, one could tell that the man was an extremely powerful individual; though he stood no taller than the average Urecee, there was something about his presence that made him appear to dwarf the giant statues that stood to his sides. Draped across his shoulders was a pure white cloak, made from the skins of some of the fiercest predators that could be found in the Frozen Wasteland. Aside from that, he wore a black tunic that bore the silver mark of the Ice Wyrm, the mark of House of Naesrirgue, and a pair of fine black trousers with a pair of white boots made from the skin of an ice bear. His skin was only a few shades darker than the long white hair that covered his head and the long beard on his face; his complexion made it impossible to guess his age, he could be anywhere from 40 to 80 years old, the only wrinkles appeared at the corners of his closed eyes. The entire Great Hall seemed to flex and warp as he opened his eyes, ageless silver-blue orbs that seemed to pierce through the core of everything that they laid upon.
Oh crixis.
Everything seemed to happen all at once.
The floor beneath Airephos' feet suddenly fell away, giant walls of ice and dirt rose up around him, threatening to crush him. Airephos quickly summoned his own stream of frost, shooting up and out of the deadly coffin in the blink of an eye, only to find himself facing a giant pillar of ice that was swinging at him like a stick would hit a ball. It was far too late to dodge so he reached out with his hands and touched the pillar, dissolving it into fine powdered snow just before it could slam him into the wall. Before he could gather himself, a storm of icicles came flying towards him from every direction. He fell into a trance, allowing his pure reflexes to take over as his palms struck the ground; a whirlwind of snow roared to life around him, catching all of the icicles and flinging them back out into the walls of the Great Hall. As suddenly as everything began, it all stopped within a single breath as Airephos stood up straight and brushed the frost off of his ice-coated attire; everything settled back into place as the chaos passed.
"I bid you hello as well, father." Airesphos broke the silence as he rolled up his sleeves and continued to walk forward.
"Hahahahaha." Aresho's laughter shook the hall as he reached up and brushed away a particularly large icicle that hovered in front of his face; it turned into powdered snow and melted back into the floor of the hall. "So the pup has fangs to bare. Good, good. I can rest easier knowing that my heir isn't one to crumble under such pressure." His voice continued to shake the walls.
"You can stop using the frost to amplify your voice now father. I am standing right in front of you." Airesphos replied with a hint of minor annoyance in his voice as he reached the foot of the throne. "Now what was it that you wanted?"
Akeira
❃ ❃ ❃
Talisa Chilsolm of the Veluris Clan
The Black Swamp
The leaves rustled over the Black Swamp, a gust of wind creating ripples in the water, as the early morning sun rose above the trees. This wind continued to blow for a few more moments, dark green and brown leaves circling and creating a vortex, as they escaped from a large Bangalow palm tree overlooking the large body of water. Continuing in their path, the leaves began to take shape, a magical interaction with the air, as a young Dryad appearing on the bank of the water. The brunette looked down at her reflection in the murky water, sitting down on the end of the water and letting her feet dangle in the pool for a few minutes.
Talisa closed her eyes and breathed heavily for a few moments, listening to the sounds of the swamp and the various large oaks that shrouded the area from the sky. The Black Swamp, as it was commonly called, was a large clearing in a forest of Ein, decorated with two hundred species of plants that animals in the area fed on. With mangrove trees being the most common species, these large structures and swampy area was a common place for nymphs to find comfort. Shrouded under a cloud of greenery with a single bright stream of light in the middle of the lagoon, it was a perfect place to become one with the elements and relax.
While enjoying the company of her own thoughts, a figure appeared out of the water, taking the form of one of an advisor to Talisa's mother. The heir opened her eyes and smirked softly and nodded in greeting to Adria, observing the elder nymph rest on the side of the pool. "Hello." Talisa remarked with a gentle smile, regaining her regal stature that she maintained in the presence of older beings. "Good morning, Talisa." Her teacher replied in response, a soft smile gracing her face. "The mangroves grow weak and the waters darker as of late... Do you know what this means?" The elder nymph asked her next, rising out of the water and resting on the bank next to Talisa. "A storm of large magnitude must be approaching." Talisa murmured in response, a reference not to a rain shower, but disputes among many.
Adria nodded soon afterwards, informing Talisa that her prediction might be correct. Talisa sighed and looked out at the water, the dampness of the region continuing to ripple, as more of the nymphs came to life. While they sang their early morning songs and praises of seeing another passing moon, Talisa looked on with slight resent, knowing her responsibilities would keep her from rejoicing in song like the rest. The clan comes first. She had always been taught, as this was a deep connection among the nymphs of the Veluris.
When her mother materialized out of the water minutes later, Talisa stood and bowed out of respect. As the future leader of the Veluris Clan, it was potent to treat the current head with respect, especially so considering the blood relation between the two nymphs. "Good morning, Talisa. I hope to find you well this morning." Her mother voiced in a simple tone, a graceful smile spreading across her cheeks. "You does mother, and I pray the stars guide you well today." She responded, earning a nod of approval from her mother moments later.
Talisa smiled in gratitude of her mother's approval, conveying that the younger nymph could present proper etiquette when needed. for a few moments before glancing toward the Bangalow palm tree where she kept her bow and arrows. "If you'll excuse me, mother. I shall return before the sun has fully risen." She said in a short, yet polite tone, nodding her head to her mother and walking toward the tree. Talia summoned her bow of the roots near the base of the large structure, a clever spot to store her prized possession. The tree itself served more purpose than just being a shelter during the cold time.
Kiro Akira
Kagura's Yarn
Kiro touched the ground feeling it as his hand brushed over the foot print of what seemed to be a deer one that had seemed to just pass through twenty minutes before his arrival. Smiling softly he stood up and pointed in a different direction. "Seems as if the deer went that way. Should probably pick it up. We'll lose it soon." He spoke before looking at the ground his eyes flashing a purple color for only a moment before the track sunk into the earth and another one took its place this time pointing in the direction he pointed. He could never see harm coming from the animals and only used his tracking skills to push them off guard and in circles if need be before they gave up the hunt for extra meat. They had enough to feed themselves for the night only wanted more for the greed. Kiro twirled the spear he had in a circle around his fingers a few times before grasping it firmly and walking in the direction. "The days light will end soon so we should either catch this or head back to the little camp we set up for the night."
Although the time seemed to dread on, he knew they would never find more and simply twisted the group and sent them back in the direction of the camp. "Come on. The days light will fall within thirty minutes. We should get back to camp so I can start the fire and we can eat. I've got my fish while all of you have your boar. This is more then enough to feed the others back at camp." The neko's cat like ears twitched softly as he smiled and listened to the groans of the men. They hated the words 'get back to camp' It was always a sign to give up the hunt for the day. But each of them obeyed with little resistance. Being the arch mage did have perks to it.
When they reached the camp he looked to the each of the men as well as the leader who smiled to him. "I understand this isn't much but if all of you portion it right we will have enough to feed each of you tonight. Please let our leader split it up. Women, as well as kids first." Kiro's eyes averted to the pile of wood they collected earlier that day and his eyes began to illuminate a soft lavender. The wood moving and taking it's place in a circle formed in the center. Each piece seemed to place itself neatly against each other and form a pyramid shape before igniting into flames. Crackling as the flames popped. With this, the boar was taken first and placed on a long wooden bar used for churning the beast. The fish that once filled his carrying bag was stabbed with a stick for each one and placed around the base of the fire to cook. "Should be ready in no time I assume."
Although the time seemed to dread on, he knew they would never find more and simply twisted the group and sent them back in the direction of the camp. "Come on. The days light will fall within thirty minutes. We should get back to camp so I can start the fire and we can eat. I've got my fish while all of you have your boar. This is more then enough to feed the others back at camp." The neko's cat like ears twitched softly as he smiled and listened to the groans of the men. They hated the words 'get back to camp' It was always a sign to give up the hunt for the day. But each of them obeyed with little resistance. Being the arch mage did have perks to it.
When they reached the camp he looked to the each of the men as well as the leader who smiled to him. "I understand this isn't much but if all of you portion it right we will have enough to feed each of you tonight. Please let our leader split it up. Women, as well as kids first." Kiro's eyes averted to the pile of wood they collected earlier that day and his eyes began to illuminate a soft lavender. The wood moving and taking it's place in a circle formed in the center. Each piece seemed to place itself neatly against each other and form a pyramid shape before igniting into flames. Crackling as the flames popped. With this, the boar was taken first and placed on a long wooden bar used for churning the beast. The fish that once filled his carrying bag was stabbed with a stick for each one and placed around the base of the fire to cook. "Should be ready in no time I assume."
Lunar-Eclipse
MTT-Brand
Riani awoken from a long night's sleep as the sun began to rise slowly above the Cisia clan's temporary home. She usually hated having to wake up but today felt different. Today she figured she could go out with Koro around the forest for a little hunt after some of its creatures. There were many that inhabited the area after all. She sat up and dragged herself away from the spot she was asleep on. From there she managed to stand up and and take a look at the sunrise from her room. The sun's rays could be seen shining through the forest trees and they began to slowly appear brighter and brighter. No sense wasting time. Riani thought to herself. She left her room and went outside in search of her isia Koro. Already there were other trolls of the Cisia clan awake. Where the Kupoff did I leave 'em? She didn't recall much from the events of the previous night as usual. She had a closer look around and spotted Koro with a few other Isias like him. Riani walked up to him and pulled him away from them. "You can do this later..." She mumbled.
After she got Koro away, she stopped back to her temporary home to get her sword. She walked into her room and unsheathed the sword she had owned since childhood from where she had kept it under her bed. She got up and walked back out where Koro was still sitting and waiting for her. The wolf isia looked rather excited for their upcoming early morning adventure.
She departed for the deeper part of the woods with Koro following shortly behind. There wasn't another living thing to be seen on the way which irked her a bit. Suddenly, she could see a bear a distance away from where her current location was. She cued Koro to hide behind something and she went to the nearest tree and began to climb it. Once she reached one of it's first branches, she began hopping from tree to tree to get closer and closer to the animal. Once she jumped to the closest tree possible to the creature she stayed as silent as possible with her sword out from it's strap. She waited a few moments before the bear wasn't looking, then quickly jumped down from the tree and jumped on it and impaled it with her sword straight through it's heart. The beast roared and she removed it from where it was located and jumped back down on the ground. The bear fell down with her. Riani sighed, "First early morning kill I've had in a while...better bring it back to everyone else. KORO!"
Her isia quickly followed the sound of her shout and saw the deceased bear on the ground behind her. "You know what I need you to do." She raised an eyebrow at him and he walked passed her and picked the body up off of the ground.
Already Riani felt bored of hunting and decided to catch Koro a break and head back to her clan. Within a few minutes she was back and she headed to one of the food handlers. The troll took the bear corpse off of her hands to be used in a meal later that day. Great now I remember why I don't like waking up early in the morning... already she felt tired again. Koro went with her back to her home and from there he sat outside to keep guard and she went to her room. From there she sat back down and put her sword next to her.
After she got Koro away, she stopped back to her temporary home to get her sword. She walked into her room and unsheathed the sword she had owned since childhood from where she had kept it under her bed. She got up and walked back out where Koro was still sitting and waiting for her. The wolf isia looked rather excited for their upcoming early morning adventure.
She departed for the deeper part of the woods with Koro following shortly behind. There wasn't another living thing to be seen on the way which irked her a bit. Suddenly, she could see a bear a distance away from where her current location was. She cued Koro to hide behind something and she went to the nearest tree and began to climb it. Once she reached one of it's first branches, she began hopping from tree to tree to get closer and closer to the animal. Once she jumped to the closest tree possible to the creature she stayed as silent as possible with her sword out from it's strap. She waited a few moments before the bear wasn't looking, then quickly jumped down from the tree and jumped on it and impaled it with her sword straight through it's heart. The beast roared and she removed it from where it was located and jumped back down on the ground. The bear fell down with her. Riani sighed, "First early morning kill I've had in a while...better bring it back to everyone else. KORO!"
Her isia quickly followed the sound of her shout and saw the deceased bear on the ground behind her. "You know what I need you to do." She raised an eyebrow at him and he walked passed her and picked the body up off of the ground.
Already Riani felt bored of hunting and decided to catch Koro a break and head back to her clan. Within a few minutes she was back and she headed to one of the food handlers. The troll took the bear corpse off of her hands to be used in a meal later that day. Great now I remember why I don't like waking up early in the morning... already she felt tired again. Koro went with her back to her home and from there he sat outside to keep guard and she went to her room. From there she sat back down and put her sword next to her.
YoungDreamer
Headmaster
Northern Mountains, Edge of Clan territory.
(Night of half moon- AKA Night before)
The heavy fall of rain shrouded the peaks in a thick layer of water, making it hard to see much farther then the tip of ones nose let alone where one was going. It did more then blind those traveling in it though, it also rendered their world soundless besides the thunderous patter of water drops and roar of the wind. It was unwise to travel in this type of storm. All knew this and yet it may perhaps have been better if some had dared the temperamental downpour. If there had been some out in the rain they may have seen the enemy hidden in the storm as they slipped through the mountain pass, soundless against the storm.
The ground had become a slush of murky water, mud splattering as heavy footfall sunk into it's puddles. Thick leather boots, ten pairs in number, continued on without notice of the mud or rain; nothing but the grunts of a heavy unknown language could be heard as the travelers passed through the trees. Quite suddenly a led, a tall brute with an ugly snout, raised a fist of purple skin and snorted out something that could only be seen as a command. The creatures behind him halted, stiff gazes fixing on each other as they awaited the orders that soon sounded for the leader's throat. Upon hearing the noises two of the creatures stepped forward, coming to a stop in front of their leader who began to grunt at them. They did nothing, not even a signal of agreement before disappearing into the shroud of rain to scout ahead.
It was only a few seconds when a hoarse call of one of the scouts sounded, the leader lowering his fist at the sound and the group continued onward. Or would have if it hadn't been for the high screech of their unseen comrade, a dying bellow that had been meant to warn it's fellow missionaries. The leader lifted his fist once more, grunting lowly as his beady black eyes glared around at the surrounding trees. It happened quite suddenly, a blur of orange and black appeared at the tree line along with the twang of a bow string as an arrow lodged itself deeply into the skull of the leader. He fell with a solid noise, a wave of mud splashing over his dark skin as he dropped into the puddle just before him.
It was only moments later that the orange darted back through the clearing, a second twang sending an arrow into the heart of another creature. The orange didn't disappear into the trees this time, instead it turned easily on it's hind legs and pushed forward toward the ugly soldiers. Springing lightly, the large tiger landed solidly onto one; ripping throat from a creature's neck as the tiger's passenger flung herself from the saddle. The girl looked like nothing more then a child, her face twisted into a serious glare as she drew the blade from the sheath at her side. In a smooth movement she ran her sword through the thick skin of the closest monster before spinning on her heels to twirl her blade through the neck of another; sending it's head flying through the air. Her eyes flashed sideways as one of the remaining three in the clearing came at her, raising it's large axe into the air revealing its soft stomach. Seeing this opening she darted inward, sliding her sword - tip first - into the gut of the creature as it shuttered and fell sideways. She released her blade as it fell, removing an arrow and mounting in on her bow as she turned to see what remained. The answer was quite clear when she saw the unnatural green blood drip from her companion's orange snout.
"Well done, Corrd." She stated, walking over to run her hand along the muscular neck of her Isia. "I think a rabbit is waiting for you when we get back." Her eyes turned back to the mess that was around her now. Tamerith Victa didn't appear to be much of a fighter, it was this quality about her that often made her opponents underestimate her. Young and lean, Tamerith looked like just another Troll girl with her long black hair and blinding red eyes. One would never suspect that she was actually quite lethal with a weapon until they witnessed her with a blade in her hand. Her black hair clung to her skin as she bent down to remove her sword from the stomach of the creature she had killed before she sheathed it and poked at the dead thing with her toe. She had no clue what the strange creature was, a cross between a pig and Orc by the look. Large and purple with an ugly face masked with a pig's snout and beady black eyes, it was something that Tamerith could only look at in disgust. "What in the phite is this thing?" She grumbled sourly.
"It's a Ghoul." Tamerith's eyes flashed upward at the sound of the voice, her eyes catching hold of the large troll atop his Isia that now stood at the edge of her clearing. He looked her over seriously, silently. Despite the black hood that covered half his face Tamerith knew whom the person was at once, she would recognize her teacher anywhere after all.
"A Ghoul..." Tamerith's eyes trailed back to the corpses, "I thought they only lived in the wastelands far to the north of here." She felt a shiver roll through her spine now that she looked at the monsters and knew what they were. Ghouls were creatures that Tamerith had only heard about, living in the dark lands beyond the territory of the Clans in a wasteland that none would dare travel to. Of all the creatures that called that horrible land home, a Ghoul was the one that Tamerith had hoped she'd never meet. She had been very lucky to have caught these creatures off guard, if they had known about her attack she would have most certainly been dead.
"They do." There was a very heavy tone in her mentor's voice, one that made her look up to spy the worry in his eyes.
"Then why are they-"
"Not sure," She swallowed slightly, looking back at the creatures. "I must talk to the Headman. Mount your Isia, Tamerith." She nodded, heading over to Corrd before she paused. There was still one out there, one that she hadn't had the time to kill before taking out the main group. If even just one Ghoul were to remain in the Clans territory it would be bad, though she didn't care much about the other clans she'd feel responsible if it ate a tribe of unsuspecting hobbits. "Tamerith, come." She bit her lip, bending to pick up the severed head from the mud before she swung herself onto the back of Corrd.
"It will do no good if they don't believe us." She stated to her mentor's questioning look, "A head for proof, it should be enough to scare the Headman into rational thought." Herod chuckled softly from his Isia, spinning the wolf around. She tucked the head into a sack and tied it to her belt before doing as her mentor had, spinning Corrd around to face where the clan had currently taken shelter from the storm. Tugging up her hood she looked over her shoulder once more before Corrd darted into the trees after Herod. So much for hunting...
(I'm posting now because it won't really effect the outcome of any of the posts until later on - you'll see where I'm going with this my next post. If everyone could just hold off posting until Lord Griever posts that would be great! Once he does you are free to post again for your characters - though please refrain from putting anything about Ghouls in your posts, like I said in my actual post it's very rare to see them and this has been their first appearance in the Clans territory for almost a century. )
YoungChaos
Member
Deep in the Heart of the Icy Mountains the Nepia family would train night and day perfecting their combat skills. The harsh winds and heavy snow fall made it a disaster for most but for the Nepia family this was their training grounds for generations. The mountains gave home to numerous of obstacles and dangers that many dare not face it was also the right of passage home so the young men and women could truly call themselves warriors.
Oria took up his sword as his family came up against him. He swiftly moved around them scouting for an opening in the ambush. He jumped as he saw the first strike. His sword began to change as it grew smaller and more sleek. He took a new stance as he held the sword behind his back. The back slash technique was his most prized of all combat styles. With the flick of his wrist his blade sliced through the air effortlessly. He swiftly made do with the first swarm of members. He moved through the crowd his blade cutting like a strong winters wind. He turned and watched the others fall to the ground. The second fleet was next as they charged for Oria. Once again his blade changed growing three times it's normal size. The Buster Blade a much more massive blade which slowed him down but a heavy hitter when learned to use properly. Oria used the blade to deflect the oncoming onslaught from his kin his stance and power stayed firm as he watched his foes grew tired. He seized that moment to strike. With a Mighty slash he watched his family go airborne from his attack. He looked around at his family lying on the ground as he heard the sound of clapping he quickly knelt down bowing his head.
" My Oria how you have grown." The old man replied with a smile. Master Nemphis was the oldest living member of the Nepia family. He had served under the Head Clans father when he was of Oria age. Depsite his age he was one of the Strongest and he had trained Oria in his arts and ways ever since Oria had learned to walk. He gave a small laugh as he tapped Oria's shoulder.
" Oria you have grown into quite the warrior how you have made the Nepia family proud." The old man looked at the others who were getting up and tending to their bruises from the earlier training sessions. " Our blood line running thin. And the warriors aren't as strong as they use to be. There are only a few left like you and I dear boy."
Oria looked at the Master Nemphis and thought about the words his Master said. He was right. The Nepia family of today was not as strong as it use to be. The strongest warriors were sent off to fight for the Clan and only a few would come back. There use to be a time when the Nepia house would leave for battle and return untouched and victorious. It seem now all that was left of them Was the stories told.
Master Nemphis cleared his throat as he looked at Oria. " Don't fret about the family Young Man. It will grown again for now you need to get back down and see how the Clan is holding. You have a obligation to the Clan Head remember our Loyalty is one of our greatest strenght.
Oria nodded as he got up and walked down the mountain waving goodbye to his family. He watched as the harsh winds became a calming snow breeze as he descended from the mountain. He off to begin his duties he had served under the Clans head for three years now protecting and keep people safe from the dangers the lurked in their icy paradise. After all it was his duty to protect the Clan of Urecee
Oria took up his sword as his family came up against him. He swiftly moved around them scouting for an opening in the ambush. He jumped as he saw the first strike. His sword began to change as it grew smaller and more sleek. He took a new stance as he held the sword behind his back. The back slash technique was his most prized of all combat styles. With the flick of his wrist his blade sliced through the air effortlessly. He swiftly made do with the first swarm of members. He moved through the crowd his blade cutting like a strong winters wind. He turned and watched the others fall to the ground. The second fleet was next as they charged for Oria. Once again his blade changed growing three times it's normal size. The Buster Blade a much more massive blade which slowed him down but a heavy hitter when learned to use properly. Oria used the blade to deflect the oncoming onslaught from his kin his stance and power stayed firm as he watched his foes grew tired. He seized that moment to strike. With a Mighty slash he watched his family go airborne from his attack. He looked around at his family lying on the ground as he heard the sound of clapping he quickly knelt down bowing his head.
" My Oria how you have grown." The old man replied with a smile. Master Nemphis was the oldest living member of the Nepia family. He had served under the Head Clans father when he was of Oria age. Depsite his age he was one of the Strongest and he had trained Oria in his arts and ways ever since Oria had learned to walk. He gave a small laugh as he tapped Oria's shoulder.
" Oria you have grown into quite the warrior how you have made the Nepia family proud." The old man looked at the others who were getting up and tending to their bruises from the earlier training sessions. " Our blood line running thin. And the warriors aren't as strong as they use to be. There are only a few left like you and I dear boy."
Oria looked at the Master Nemphis and thought about the words his Master said. He was right. The Nepia family of today was not as strong as it use to be. The strongest warriors were sent off to fight for the Clan and only a few would come back. There use to be a time when the Nepia house would leave for battle and return untouched and victorious. It seem now all that was left of them Was the stories told.
Master Nemphis cleared his throat as he looked at Oria. " Don't fret about the family Young Man. It will grown again for now you need to get back down and see how the Clan is holding. You have a obligation to the Clan Head remember our Loyalty is one of our greatest strenght.
Oria nodded as he got up and walked down the mountain waving goodbye to his family. He watched as the harsh winds became a calming snow breeze as he descended from the mountain. He off to begin his duties he had served under the Clans head for three years now protecting and keep people safe from the dangers the lurked in their icy paradise. After all it was his duty to protect the Clan of Urecee
Takemikazuchi
New Member
In the lands far to the rest resided the elves of the Amidor clan a proud and noble race who had despite the fallout among-st the clans been doing pretty well for themselves building a kingdom on the coast overlooking that of the great sea that engulfed the horizon and swallowed up the star that served as this worlds sun.
The people of this bountiful land were kind of heart treating the land around them with care and respect allowing them to live in harmony with the animals and trees granting the elves an impressive ally against those who'd seek to invade their lands. With the sea so close to them they'd learned to fish and sail the sea's.
Though the Elves' domain spreads throughout the entire western coast their capital is the fabled minassë gaearon literally meaning City by the Ocean. Vulkaan Amidor the King of the Elves had crafted the city centuries ago adding on to it as the years passed and his people's wealth amassed. It was a fortress crafted out of the mountains leading out into the ocean the main keep rested in the center overlooking the entire city.
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Ragnarok the heir to the Amidor clan had returned from his voyage out west he was anxious to meet with his father, something had been on his mind since he left the isle's. He had seen something out there something that had made him question everything he'd thought he knew about the 8 clans he had to get the truth and his father would be the only one who could grant him with such
The people of this bountiful land were kind of heart treating the land around them with care and respect allowing them to live in harmony with the animals and trees granting the elves an impressive ally against those who'd seek to invade their lands. With the sea so close to them they'd learned to fish and sail the sea's.
Though the Elves' domain spreads throughout the entire western coast their capital is the fabled minassë gaearon literally meaning City by the Ocean. Vulkaan Amidor the King of the Elves had crafted the city centuries ago adding on to it as the years passed and his people's wealth amassed. It was a fortress crafted out of the mountains leading out into the ocean the main keep rested in the center overlooking the entire city.
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Ragnarok the heir to the Amidor clan had returned from his voyage out west he was anxious to meet with his father, something had been on his mind since he left the isle's. He had seen something out there something that had made him question everything he'd thought he knew about the 8 clans he had to get the truth and his father would be the only one who could grant him with such
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Somewhat Alive.
The snow had stopped for a while but the wind blew on with the sound of unknown whispers in the young girl's ear, seeing her breath so clearly in the cold morning. The sun was still passing through the mist, showing little light through the little holes here and there but it wasn't enough to light the dark icy forest in the outskirts of Urecee. The forest was further up into the deeper parts of Urecee where no one really go to because of the danger ahead. The woods were dark as the mid of night and the trees were nothing but frozen coated sticks sticking out of the ground with sharp pointed tips at the top. The roots beneath the trees still survived but were unable to grow any further because of all the ice blocking any way out of their cocooned space.
Not many knew of this but inside the trees were quite hollow because of the snow and getting no sunlight, the wood inside started to die off making the ground hollow enough to fit a human inside and a good place for plants to grow without dying in the cold, this being the source of where Snowdrop got her herbs from. There were many places plants could survive in Urecee but you had to be smart enough to find them. One place is the tree of course, another place would be deep in the snow if you dig deep enough, and the last place is in the outskirts of Urecee but not many go out of Urecee because of their weakness to heat and because some of the places were still classified unknown to them.
The surrounding soon started to change for Snowdrop once she entered into the forest of the unknown with her bow out and ready to shoot at anything that may move whether it be another race or a beast, she was ready for anything. Her movement were careful not to attract anything in the forest since it was one of the most dangerous places to go to in Urecee as she slowed her pace, keeping her head low. Her sliver locks flow in the gentle wind of the forest with the sounds of squealing and moans of the beasts within the darkness.
Stopping in front of a tree, she examined it looking for a weak spot in the frozen bark, seeing one below it, she took out a sharp tool and held it high above the bark. Banging into the bark breaking off a piece of the ice making a hole in the tree, taking the icy lid off the tree, she revealed a small patch of plants inside. Placing the tool back into her bag taking out her book and flipping through the pages swiftly, stopping on a page. She silently read to herself while taking the plant into her hand and into one of her jars she had took with her.
Once she had took all the plants inside the tree that she needed, she closed the hole with the ice she had broke off so new plants could grow. Taking her belongings except her book, she set off deeper into the woods for more herbs that she was still in need of. Turning the pages as she kept walking through the forest, she heard a twig snap, turning around with her bow in hand dropping her book in the process. She awaited for anything to come out with her eyes focused on the darkness in front of her.
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Not many knew of this but inside the trees were quite hollow because of the snow and getting no sunlight, the wood inside started to die off making the ground hollow enough to fit a human inside and a good place for plants to grow without dying in the cold, this being the source of where Snowdrop got her herbs from. There were many places plants could survive in Urecee but you had to be smart enough to find them. One place is the tree of course, another place would be deep in the snow if you dig deep enough, and the last place is in the outskirts of Urecee but not many go out of Urecee because of their weakness to heat and because some of the places were still classified unknown to them.
The surrounding soon started to change for Snowdrop once she entered into the forest of the unknown with her bow out and ready to shoot at anything that may move whether it be another race or a beast, she was ready for anything. Her movement were careful not to attract anything in the forest since it was one of the most dangerous places to go to in Urecee as she slowed her pace, keeping her head low. Her sliver locks flow in the gentle wind of the forest with the sounds of squealing and moans of the beasts within the darkness.
Stopping in front of a tree, she examined it looking for a weak spot in the frozen bark, seeing one below it, she took out a sharp tool and held it high above the bark. Banging into the bark breaking off a piece of the ice making a hole in the tree, taking the icy lid off the tree, she revealed a small patch of plants inside. Placing the tool back into her bag taking out her book and flipping through the pages swiftly, stopping on a page. She silently read to herself while taking the plant into her hand and into one of her jars she had took with her.
Once she had took all the plants inside the tree that she needed, she closed the hole with the ice she had broke off so new plants could grow. Taking her belongings except her book, she set off deeper into the woods for more herbs that she was still in need of. Turning the pages as she kept walking through the forest, she heard a twig snap, turning around with her bow in hand dropping her book in the process. She awaited for anything to come out with her eyes focused on the darkness in front of her.
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Dark_Matter
Junior Member
Airephos Naesrirgue; Fortress of Naesrir: The Great Hall
After their initial greetings, Aresho had fallen into a rather silent and peculiar mood as he continued to stare at his son; as if he had been stripping Airephos down to his very core in order to see exactly what his son was made of. It was like the calm after a massive storm when the earth seems to stand still and nothing moves. Airephos could do nothing but stand there in silence, barely able to withstand the wilting gaze of his father; at that moment, his father's gaze seemed to bear with it the full weight and wisdom that could only be accumulated through centuries of experience. Never before had Airephos been so in awe of his father.
"The Frost, what do you know of it Aire?" Aresho finally spoke in a soft whisper that somehow bore more strength and power than any of his shouts did.
Airephos felt the tiniest temptation to give his usual snarky reply, "it's cold as a bliilt, it's frozen like a bliilt, it can be powder or it can be harder than steel and hurt like a bliilt, need I go on . . ." but he restrained his impulse. Something felt different about his father this time; the air got noticeably colder, the light from the pillars seemed to not shine as brightly as they did before, and the Great Hall suddenly felt like it had shrunk to a tenth of its original size.
"As I understand it, father, the Frost is like an extension of ourselves. Though it falls and forms naturally in certain parts of the world, we, the Urecee, can control it as if it were an extension of our bodies. Some of us are born with the ability to create the Frost ourselves; we of the Naesrirgue are the most capable of the Urecee in our abilities to . . ." Airephos stopped in the middle of his explanation as noticed his father's expression, he looked slightly disappointed.
"Yes, I see that Merilden taught you well in your scripture studies." Aresho sighed as he slowly rose from his throne. "But what is it that you Know of the Frost, Airephos?"
"I am sorry father, but I am not quite sure what you mean by that question." Airephos responded with a slightly puzzled expression on his face. "I can tell you all of the properties of the Frost, what makes it strong, what can make it stronger, what makes it weak, how to control it, how to form it; anything, it seems, except for what you are asking me at the moment."
"I suppose that, at your age, you have yet to see it. I guess that is only natural; after all, I did not become Aware until I was well beyond your age already." Aresho glided forward until he was within arm's reach of his son. He brought his right hand to Airephos' head and raised his left, stretching it towards the ceiling as if he were trying to grasp the sky. "Let me show you as my father did for me. Clear your mind and open your heart." Airephos gently closed his eyes and fell into a trance as the ceiling about him began to part open.
There was no loud groaning and the earth did not shake, the ceiling above the Great Hall simply peeled open like a blooming flower. High in the sky above the valley several streams of frost began to form, flowing upwards off of the peaks of the towering ice cliffs that protected the sanctuary of the Urecee. As the moments passed, even more streams of frost joined the rest that were already circling in the air; the shape of a funnel began to form as Aresho and Airephos stood far beneath it. Once it reach its peak, the vortex of frost suddenly shot down towards the Clan Head and his son; engulfing them momentarily in its fury as it roared down through the ceiling and into the confines of the Great Hall.
As it struck Airephos and his father, he could feel the frost pulling and grasping at him; it was as if it were taking his measure, seeing how stout he was, checking for any flaws, any weaknesses in his body, as it brushed past him. Slowly, the sounds and moans that it the frost generated became almost like the joy of laughter, the sounds of sorrow, lost whispers, and shouts of excitement. Instead of just his father, Airephos could suddenly feel the presence of many beings around him, far more than he could count at the moment. Before his father could tell him to do anything, Airephos opened his eyes and turned around to face the hall behind him, his eyes blazing in a light of blue that they had never shown before.
He saw them standing before him in the Great Hall, ranks upon ranks of Urecee stood proud and tall; many of them had been long dead and forgotten. Some were former leaders, strong and imposing; some were once warriors, fallen in battle, still fierce and full of the thirst for war; some were scholars and mages who died old and content, having devoted their lives to their studies and the preservation of the tribe; some were simply men with families, the normal folk who tended the flocks and fed the clan; they were all once of the Urecee. One figure, standing at the forefront of them all, jarred loose a memory buried deep in Airephos' childhood.
That man, he saved me before when I was lost in the wasteland as a child. He guided me back to the village.
In unison, from the mouths of the ghosts of the former men and women of the Urecee Clan, came the words:
"Airephos Naesrirgue, son of Aresho Naesrirgue, Clan Head of the Urecee. We are the Frost. We are Urecee. The Protectors of the Realm. We See You."
Airephos could only watch in silence as they took flight once more and flowed back through the roof as the ceiling closed behind them. It was not lost on him that he had just seen and been directly addressed by the ancestors of his kind.
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Scintilla
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As warm early morning feeling began to stream into the silence and cold the night had left in its wake, the sun gently made known its presence throughout the whole land of Clan Amidor. Soon enough, people were bustling about, setting off to work, having breakfast, going out to hunt and to scavenge. Every morning, it was the nice, quiet sort of bustling in the grand fortress of the elven folk.
But in one house whose height contested the main citadel and whose grandeur was almost comparable to that of the clan leader, the silence in one room was yet to be broken. In the bed in the center of the quiet room rolled around a girl who kept swatting at her face, right where the sun hit it through the window. She mumbled little things in her sleep, mostly meaningless as she rolled around, trying to deny the fact that the sun was relentless in the efforts of getting her to her feet. On some other nights, it wouldn't be meaningless elven that would be running through her lips in her sleep but strong, even terrifying, arguably prophetic words. Nesseldë was just glad she could have quiet nights such as these.
But then, the sun radiated cheerily, annoyingly on her porcelain elven skin and she woke up with a jolt. She ran her hand through her electric red hair and rumpled it up just a bit more as she blinked the sleep out of her eyes. Then, she stood by her window that overlooked their community, squinting her cat-like eyes as she watched people go about with their daily tasks.
She went over to where her clothes on and put on the simple elven garb that were meant to be of forest-like colors. Even scribes like her, considered educated and of high stature in their society knew that the elves had humble beginnings of living at the mercy of the forest before Vulkaan of Legends had tamed it into their own fortress.
She went down the carved stone stairs of their home and saw that her parents had left already--her father, probably hunting and her mother most likely at the citadel, tending to the sick and injured in the hunts. So she helped herself to a few berries from a bowl in the common quarters and set off for the outskirts of the capital.
Although there was a marketplace that sold the amassed game and fruits that the hunters and gatherers had brought in, her father had always instilled in her that it was best to eat of food that was of her own effort. She went over to the deep, thick forest which was just a sliver of land left pure and untouched by elven hands except for hunting and gathering.
Her steps were light and her breathing even but she never dared to hold a bow and arrow like the other elves. Never did she dare to hold stone and slingshots either. Instead, she crept along one of the thickets and pushed the hedge apart. "Aha," she said softly, finding a rabbit, perfectly skewered along a complicated tangle of wood, twine and a sharpened flint. "Right when I wanted to find you." She continued one with her quiet gait, until she found seven more snares right where she knew she'd find them. In a couple was a pheasant, in another was a squirrel and in the others were a few more rabbits. They were nothing like the deer or other game her father would bring home being the chief hunter but they were rewarding enough.
She returned home, finding things too uneventful to have to chronicle. She decided it was best for her to skin the game she'd gotten. But then, outside, she could hear cheers and excited people. She dropped her small knife and the rabbit she was skinning and wiped the animal's blood off at her skirt, expecting to see a riot or some other miniscule spectacle. But as she squinted, she saw the noble colors of the house of the clan's head approaching. Then she heard people cheer a name.
Right!
"Ragnarok's bound to return today!" she exclaimed to herself before rushing upstairs for her stylus, ink and scrolls. She ran downstairs but composed as soon as she was in the public eye. Elves parted a path for the revered scribe as she made her way to the port to chronicle the clan heir's return.
(Everyone was being so cool and tough, you know, killing bears and alligators and shizz. Does killing rabbits make me cool too?
)
But in one house whose height contested the main citadel and whose grandeur was almost comparable to that of the clan leader, the silence in one room was yet to be broken. In the bed in the center of the quiet room rolled around a girl who kept swatting at her face, right where the sun hit it through the window. She mumbled little things in her sleep, mostly meaningless as she rolled around, trying to deny the fact that the sun was relentless in the efforts of getting her to her feet. On some other nights, it wouldn't be meaningless elven that would be running through her lips in her sleep but strong, even terrifying, arguably prophetic words. Nesseldë was just glad she could have quiet nights such as these.
But then, the sun radiated cheerily, annoyingly on her porcelain elven skin and she woke up with a jolt. She ran her hand through her electric red hair and rumpled it up just a bit more as she blinked the sleep out of her eyes. Then, she stood by her window that overlooked their community, squinting her cat-like eyes as she watched people go about with their daily tasks.
She went over to where her clothes on and put on the simple elven garb that were meant to be of forest-like colors. Even scribes like her, considered educated and of high stature in their society knew that the elves had humble beginnings of living at the mercy of the forest before Vulkaan of Legends had tamed it into their own fortress.
She went down the carved stone stairs of their home and saw that her parents had left already--her father, probably hunting and her mother most likely at the citadel, tending to the sick and injured in the hunts. So she helped herself to a few berries from a bowl in the common quarters and set off for the outskirts of the capital.
Although there was a marketplace that sold the amassed game and fruits that the hunters and gatherers had brought in, her father had always instilled in her that it was best to eat of food that was of her own effort. She went over to the deep, thick forest which was just a sliver of land left pure and untouched by elven hands except for hunting and gathering.
Her steps were light and her breathing even but she never dared to hold a bow and arrow like the other elves. Never did she dare to hold stone and slingshots either. Instead, she crept along one of the thickets and pushed the hedge apart. "Aha," she said softly, finding a rabbit, perfectly skewered along a complicated tangle of wood, twine and a sharpened flint. "Right when I wanted to find you." She continued one with her quiet gait, until she found seven more snares right where she knew she'd find them. In a couple was a pheasant, in another was a squirrel and in the others were a few more rabbits. They were nothing like the deer or other game her father would bring home being the chief hunter but they were rewarding enough.
She returned home, finding things too uneventful to have to chronicle. She decided it was best for her to skin the game she'd gotten. But then, outside, she could hear cheers and excited people. She dropped her small knife and the rabbit she was skinning and wiped the animal's blood off at her skirt, expecting to see a riot or some other miniscule spectacle. But as she squinted, she saw the noble colors of the house of the clan's head approaching. Then she heard people cheer a name.
Right!
"Ragnarok's bound to return today!" she exclaimed to herself before rushing upstairs for her stylus, ink and scrolls. She ran downstairs but composed as soon as she was in the public eye. Elves parted a path for the revered scribe as she made her way to the port to chronicle the clan heir's return.
(Everyone was being so cool and tough, you know, killing bears and alligators and shizz. Does killing rabbits make me cool too?
)
The Mad Queen
Memento Mori. Unus Anus
Two horses approached the gates of Fort Dougan as two guards looked down.
-Fort Dougan from the back
"Who goes there?" One asked
"It's Lord Joshua!" Joshua called out before the gates opened and he and his guard rode through on their horses, the body of the crocodile on Coal's back. Several citizens approached to glare at the crocodile.
"Got him!" A young man called out before Joshua dismounted from Coal and approached him.
"Are you sure this is the beast that killed your brother?" He asked
"I'll never forget that monster." He replied, pointing at it "Not until the day I die."
Joshua replied by resting a hand on the young man's shoulder.
"Your brother is at peace now and this monster will never harm anyone again." He spoke with a sympathetic tone before approaching the crocodile and cutting out one of its teeth. He looked at the tooth for several moments before walking towards the young man and handing it too him.
"And you won't forget until the day you die the day that the monster was slain."
He approached Coal again and while he mounted her, another guard approached.
"Lord Joshua, your father wants to see you."
Joshua nodded in response and rode further into Fort Dougan, approaching the home of his family.
He tied Coal up outside, took the crocodile's body off of her back and dragged it in through the doors assisted by his guard. His father, a relatively old bearded man with grey hair remained sitting in his wooden throne.
"That's the beast?" He asked
"Yes, father. He got cocky and that's what got him killed."
"By looking at you it wouldn't be too difficult to become cocky in battle."
"Even it that were true it's not necessarily a bad thing, father." Joshua defended before dropping the body at his feet.
"It's Lord Joshua!" Joshua called out before the gates opened and he and his guard rode through on their horses, the body of the crocodile on Coal's back. Several citizens approached to glare at the crocodile.
"Got him!" A young man called out before Joshua dismounted from Coal and approached him.
"Are you sure this is the beast that killed your brother?" He asked
"I'll never forget that monster." He replied, pointing at it "Not until the day I die."
Joshua replied by resting a hand on the young man's shoulder.
"Your brother is at peace now and this monster will never harm anyone again." He spoke with a sympathetic tone before approaching the crocodile and cutting out one of its teeth. He looked at the tooth for several moments before walking towards the young man and handing it too him.
"And you won't forget until the day you die the day that the monster was slain."
He approached Coal again and while he mounted her, another guard approached.
"Lord Joshua, your father wants to see you."
Joshua nodded in response and rode further into Fort Dougan, approaching the home of his family.
He tied Coal up outside, took the crocodile's body off of her back and dragged it in through the doors assisted by his guard. His father, a relatively old bearded man with grey hair remained sitting in his wooden throne.
"That's the beast?" He asked
"Yes, father. He got cocky and that's what got him killed."
"By looking at you it wouldn't be too difficult to become cocky in battle."
"Even it that were true it's not necessarily a bad thing, father." Joshua defended before dropping the body at his feet.
YoungChaos
Member
Oria heard the sounds of moaning at the first line in the Clans defense. He rushed down the snow path and saw wreckage and saw three bodies sprung onto the ground. He quickly aided the men their wounds were bad but not fatal. He tore pieces of his cloaked and wrapped it around their wounds before huddling them as close together with out causing them much pain. He watched as the first man opened his eyes it Was Aroik he had been a Warrior for the Urecee quite longer then Oria had but served as one of Oria's captains.
He looked up at Oria as he took a deep breath. " Thank the Goddess you have returned." He tried to get up but Oria would not allow him he did not want Aroik wounds to get worse. " The Aberfrost came out of no where. I sent the rest of the men back to evacuate the lower half of the clan while we fought him off we were able to injure it but it's still out there."
Oria got up and looked around. He wanted to take his men back but if he was to leave one it would make easy prey of the other two and carrying all three would make them all a target once Oria had turned his back. A strong gust of wind rushed up among the men. This was the warning sign of an oncoming threat. Oria clinched his fist and his ice shield formed on his left arm. He quickly jammed his shield in the Aberfrost mouth as it revealed it face in an attempt to snap off Oria's head. Oria stood strong as spikes erected from the shield. The Aberfrost released the shield and stumbled back from the taste of it's own blood.
The Aberfrost was that of an beast with body of Great Ape. His massive arms were covered in ice and spikes and his back seemed like it had a glacier growing from his back. His yellow eyes glared at Oria. It was mad and it knew exactly what it wanted. It charged for Oria bellowing as he moved in for the kill.
Oria rolled out the way as the Aberfrost attacked. He knew one massive blow from a beast with such strenght could leave Oria lifeless in a heartbeat. Oria continued to move from the on going attacks made by the Aberfrost assault. He had to wait for his opening before he could strike.
The Aberfrost opened his mouth again trying to snap down on Oria again.
This was his opening Oria extended his right arm and his sword came from the snow he jammed the blade into the beast mouth and extended it into deep into the the Aberfrost. He watched as the monster fell to the ground making the snow fly as it hit the ground. Oria pulled his blade out and the blade vanished from his sight. He walked back to the the injured men and picked each one of them up. He could carried them off now that the threat was eliminated . He hoped he could find some one to treat their wounds.
He looked up at Oria as he took a deep breath. " Thank the Goddess you have returned." He tried to get up but Oria would not allow him he did not want Aroik wounds to get worse. " The Aberfrost came out of no where. I sent the rest of the men back to evacuate the lower half of the clan while we fought him off we were able to injure it but it's still out there."
Oria got up and looked around. He wanted to take his men back but if he was to leave one it would make easy prey of the other two and carrying all three would make them all a target once Oria had turned his back. A strong gust of wind rushed up among the men. This was the warning sign of an oncoming threat. Oria clinched his fist and his ice shield formed on his left arm. He quickly jammed his shield in the Aberfrost mouth as it revealed it face in an attempt to snap off Oria's head. Oria stood strong as spikes erected from the shield. The Aberfrost released the shield and stumbled back from the taste of it's own blood.
The Aberfrost was that of an beast with body of Great Ape. His massive arms were covered in ice and spikes and his back seemed like it had a glacier growing from his back. His yellow eyes glared at Oria. It was mad and it knew exactly what it wanted. It charged for Oria bellowing as he moved in for the kill.
Oria rolled out the way as the Aberfrost attacked. He knew one massive blow from a beast with such strenght could leave Oria lifeless in a heartbeat. Oria continued to move from the on going attacks made by the Aberfrost assault. He had to wait for his opening before he could strike.
The Aberfrost opened his mouth again trying to snap down on Oria again.
This was his opening Oria extended his right arm and his sword came from the snow he jammed the blade into the beast mouth and extended it into deep into the the Aberfrost. He watched as the monster fell to the ground making the snow fly as it hit the ground. Oria pulled his blade out and the blade vanished from his sight. He walked back to the the injured men and picked each one of them up. He could carried them off now that the threat was eliminated . He hoped he could find some one to treat their wounds.
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Dead
Somewhat Alive.
Everything was quiet all around but the bushes still shook rapidly with the sound of who knows what it was, but Snowdrop was ready to bring it down with one shot of her bow. Pulling the string back, she awaited for the thing to appear. A small pair of eyes appeared and out came a small snow hare that was just passing by the forest.
Snowdrop sighed in relief, placing her bow down a little but she still kept her guard up just in case something else also came out. Watching the little hare hopped off into the bushes, Snowdrop kneel down to grab her book and walked off out of the forest back to her village to make more of her medicine.
Along the way, she came to the large valley that separate the forest and Urecee. Climbing up a tree that was barely frozen, she balanced herself on a branch and got into a kneeling position. Storing her energy into her feet, she jumped into the air over the valley and held her hand out, grabbing another branch on the other side, she landed safely onto the ground.
Brushing herself, she walked along the path and finally out of the darkness and into the border of Urecee. The cold wind returning and blew strongly at her as to push her back into the forest but she kept her ground and fought the wind. The wind soon fell with defeat and slowly died down.
Looking around her just to make sure there was no beast that was tailing her, she walked off back to the village. The walk to the village wasn't gonna be too long maybe just a few minutes and she would be back home before anyone gets to even see she was gone. Making her way into her home finally, she pulled out all the jars of herbs she had collected and started making the medicine needed but was disturbed by the sound of knocking at her door.
She placed the jars down on the table as she got up, opening the door to see one of the warriors from the gates,"Healer! Please help us! Our men are wounded badly and are in need of your assistance." The warrior begged the healer, his face showing fear. Snowdrop sighed and nodded quietly to show she understood the problem,"I'll be there shortly, be on your way." She said closing the door once the warrior had left.
Grabbing her bag, she took all the medicine that she needed and placed them in the bag. Throwing it over her back, she walked out her home and into the crowded village of Urecee with everyone now fully awake to see her. Everyone looked to her in fear and stood a good distant from her, Snowdrop knew why and just smiled at the people, walking off to the warrior's camp to see how badly the warriors were from the attack of some beast.
Snowdrop sighed in relief, placing her bow down a little but she still kept her guard up just in case something else also came out. Watching the little hare hopped off into the bushes, Snowdrop kneel down to grab her book and walked off out of the forest back to her village to make more of her medicine.
Along the way, she came to the large valley that separate the forest and Urecee. Climbing up a tree that was barely frozen, she balanced herself on a branch and got into a kneeling position. Storing her energy into her feet, she jumped into the air over the valley and held her hand out, grabbing another branch on the other side, she landed safely onto the ground.
Brushing herself, she walked along the path and finally out of the darkness and into the border of Urecee. The cold wind returning and blew strongly at her as to push her back into the forest but she kept her ground and fought the wind. The wind soon fell with defeat and slowly died down.
Looking around her just to make sure there was no beast that was tailing her, she walked off back to the village. The walk to the village wasn't gonna be too long maybe just a few minutes and she would be back home before anyone gets to even see she was gone. Making her way into her home finally, she pulled out all the jars of herbs she had collected and started making the medicine needed but was disturbed by the sound of knocking at her door.
She placed the jars down on the table as she got up, opening the door to see one of the warriors from the gates,"Healer! Please help us! Our men are wounded badly and are in need of your assistance." The warrior begged the healer, his face showing fear. Snowdrop sighed and nodded quietly to show she understood the problem,"I'll be there shortly, be on your way." She said closing the door once the warrior had left.
Grabbing her bag, she took all the medicine that she needed and placed them in the bag. Throwing it over her back, she walked out her home and into the crowded village of Urecee with everyone now fully awake to see her. Everyone looked to her in fear and stood a good distant from her, Snowdrop knew why and just smiled at the people, walking off to the warrior's camp to see how badly the warriors were from the attack of some beast.
Chi Chi
Duck Whisperer
“Nadia! Nadia, it’s already sunset! What are you doing still in bed?” Nadia’s mother materialized above her bed, her eyebrows knotted in disapproval. Nadia groaned and rolled over, pulling her wolfskin blanket over her face in protest. “Sleeping, clearly,” she retorted grumpily. She was exhausted after her arduous hunt and the prolonged usage of her wind magic. Other members of the Clan were allowed to stay in bed if they wished, especially after a hunting mission. Of course that luxury wouldn’t apply to Nadia; she never got a moment’s rest.
With a swift motion Nadia’s mother, known more famously as the Lioness, ripped the blankets off of the bed. The Lioness’s face was dark like a thundercloud. “You know the Clan Head is waiting for you! This is an honour, Nadia, but time and time again you disrespect him and shirk your duties,” The Lioness roared.
At this point Nadia finally opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on her mom. Nadia was almost like a shadow image of the Lioness. Where the Lioness had a fair complexion, Nadia’s skin was so pale and translucent that you could see her blue veins like highways under her skin. Where the Lioness’s golden hair flowed behind her like a cape, Nadia’s tangled hair was almost white and her eyebrows and eyelashes were barely visible, even up close. The Lioness was a shining beacon of beauty and warrior prowess, and Nadia was her shadow. Paled out, hardly impressive and lacking natural skill in battle. The only things Nadia had over her mother were her height and her eyes. Nadia’s eyes were wide and piercing blue, like glacial lakes surrounded by snow-covered mountains. The Lioness had steel gray eyes. Eyes the same as killing blades she wielded so expertly.
“You know,” Nadia drawled out slowly, her voice still blanketed by sleep, “Once a Yanish Clan Member is 18, they are no longer bound to their parents, but to the Clan itself. You don’t have the right to come and nag me to wake up anymore.” The Lioness bared her pointed teeth and drew in a sharp breath. “However,” Nadia started before her mother exploded, “I will go. I mean, I will need some time to make myself presentable for the Clan Head, but I will go. You may leave now, Mother.”
With a glare and a huff, the Lioness stormed out of Nadia’s tent. Nadia pulled herself into a sitting position. She sighed heavily as she pulled her gear back on and dragged a comb through her hair. It was always the same argument; always the same results. This time though, Nadia was prepared. She wasn’t going for lessons with the Clan Head. She was going out the find the Cretan Bull once again. No beast, even a legendary one, bested her.
Finally prepared, Nadia exited her tent, but not through the front entrance where her mother awaited her. Instead, she had created a secret entrance that exited into a thicket of bushes. The bushes helped conceal both the exit and Nadia. Nadia pulled herself through the hole, congratulating herself on outwitting her mother once again. The celebration was too soon. Nearly as soon as she was completely out of the tent, her arms were seized by two camp guards. Next to them stood the Lioness.
“Nadia, my daughter, I know your tricks by now. You can’t avoid our leader forever. That is your future job. Pull yourself together.” With that, the Lioness left Nadia between the two guards. “Miss Nadia, we will escort you to the Clan Head,” one of the guards informed her sheepishly. Nadia just nodded. She wasn’t as smart as she had originally thought. Her punishment for her arrogance would be another lesson.
With a swift motion Nadia’s mother, known more famously as the Lioness, ripped the blankets off of the bed. The Lioness’s face was dark like a thundercloud. “You know the Clan Head is waiting for you! This is an honour, Nadia, but time and time again you disrespect him and shirk your duties,” The Lioness roared.
At this point Nadia finally opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on her mom. Nadia was almost like a shadow image of the Lioness. Where the Lioness had a fair complexion, Nadia’s skin was so pale and translucent that you could see her blue veins like highways under her skin. Where the Lioness’s golden hair flowed behind her like a cape, Nadia’s tangled hair was almost white and her eyebrows and eyelashes were barely visible, even up close. The Lioness was a shining beacon of beauty and warrior prowess, and Nadia was her shadow. Paled out, hardly impressive and lacking natural skill in battle. The only things Nadia had over her mother were her height and her eyes. Nadia’s eyes were wide and piercing blue, like glacial lakes surrounded by snow-covered mountains. The Lioness had steel gray eyes. Eyes the same as killing blades she wielded so expertly.
“You know,” Nadia drawled out slowly, her voice still blanketed by sleep, “Once a Yanish Clan Member is 18, they are no longer bound to their parents, but to the Clan itself. You don’t have the right to come and nag me to wake up anymore.” The Lioness bared her pointed teeth and drew in a sharp breath. “However,” Nadia started before her mother exploded, “I will go. I mean, I will need some time to make myself presentable for the Clan Head, but I will go. You may leave now, Mother.”
With a glare and a huff, the Lioness stormed out of Nadia’s tent. Nadia pulled herself into a sitting position. She sighed heavily as she pulled her gear back on and dragged a comb through her hair. It was always the same argument; always the same results. This time though, Nadia was prepared. She wasn’t going for lessons with the Clan Head. She was going out the find the Cretan Bull once again. No beast, even a legendary one, bested her.
Finally prepared, Nadia exited her tent, but not through the front entrance where her mother awaited her. Instead, she had created a secret entrance that exited into a thicket of bushes. The bushes helped conceal both the exit and Nadia. Nadia pulled herself through the hole, congratulating herself on outwitting her mother once again. The celebration was too soon. Nearly as soon as she was completely out of the tent, her arms were seized by two camp guards. Next to them stood the Lioness.
“Nadia, my daughter, I know your tricks by now. You can’t avoid our leader forever. That is your future job. Pull yourself together.” With that, the Lioness left Nadia between the two guards. “Miss Nadia, we will escort you to the Clan Head,” one of the guards informed her sheepishly. Nadia just nodded. She wasn’t as smart as she had originally thought. Her punishment for her arrogance would be another lesson.
YoungDreamer
Headmaster
Northern Mountains, Valley of Ivous.
Dawn
It was common knowledge that most of the Clans were, as of that time, nomadic. In a way each of the Clans, consisting of a number of different tribes underneath one ruler, each had territories of there own that they abided by. All Cisia knew of these territories, it was something that was taught from a very young age so that war would not break out between the Clans. The Unspoken Treaties were created for just that reason after all, to keep the different peoples from spilling blood. As long as they remained out of each others way, fighting was not needed. Not all of the tribes within the Clans were nomadic; cities were rare but still existed. Tamerith knew of a select few herself; though the only one she had actually visited was Ivous, the Cisia city hidden inside the Northern Mountains. The others she had heard tale of were the City of Naesrir deep within the Frozen tundra's of the Urecee territory, the Amidorian City by the ocean, and the structures that the humans called fortresses.
When she was young Tamerith had dreamed of visiting such cities, seeing the ocean that she read about in the old scriptures. Cisia didn't claim territory by the oceans though, they remained within the mountain peaks and hot deserts of the northern tip of the Lands; acting as one of the four protectors that guarded the Goddess's children from the Wasteland monsters. The others - silent companions that the Cisia loathed - were the Gothrid, Enbjeria, and Urecee clans. It was a very odd relationship, seeing as each clan would sooner cut their own throats then ally with the neighboring Clans but still there was a silent agreement that these four groups would act as protectors for the territories from the Wasteland Invaders. It was something that Tamerith had to worry about on the edge of her mindset, she had been raised to hate them after all.
Her dream of visiting the sea, visiting the other territories, was smothered the day Herod had picked her from the crowd of children wishing to be warriors and protect the Clan. She had been no more then three years but at once she was placed with a hefty duty, the job of keeping her Headman's people safe. Twelve springs has passed since that time and Tamerith was far from ready to finally prove to her Mentor that he had not picked the wrong child that day, she was a vessel of the Goddess and a slave to her kind. That was what it meant to be a warrior after all.
"Tamerith!" Her eyes flashed upward, her head ducking the low branch just in time as she sped along atop Corrd. "Pay attention, don't let your mind wander while riding!" Herod snapped at her, a command that she had gotten quite often before throughout her training years. She nodded her head and set her eyes forward, glaring through the morning mist. The rain had stopped during their ride but it was no less hard to travel through the woods, if anything the fog and mud only made the situation worse. She was covered in a thin layer of slug from the flinging bits that flew up from Herod's Isia but she didn't care, the most important thing was traveling to Ivous quickly. It wasn't long before the tree's started to break up though, the morning piercing the dark canopy as it cast a dance of shadows and sunlight across Tamerith's face. She could barely make out the city just beyond the valley as she glanced sideways, a lake of blue water and flowing waterfall decorating the rightmost side of the valley next to the expand of buildings peaking from the tree cover. Ivous, the place the Main Tribe and Headman traveled to during the hot springs and summers before returning back to the desert during the fall and winter seasons. It was beautiful but silent, not yet awoken fully.
Still following behind Herod, the two of them thundered into the city. No hesitating, the pair moved through the streets at the same speed they had been traveling before, stopping only when they had reach the tallest building in Ivous and home of the Clan Head. Corrd padded to a stop in the courtyard just behind Herod's Isia, which he had already dismounted in his hurry to get inside. Tamerith followed, the gaze of several curious onlookers tailing after her as she sprinted into the building after her mentor. It wouldn't do if she got locked out of the meeting, she had been the one to kill the beasts after all. Reaching down as she ran, she unhooked the sack containing the head and gripped it in her hands as she chased the tall frame of her Mentor several feet ahead of her. She knew her way around the building, she had been living within it for the past twelve years after all. This also meant she knew a few short cuts, so banking a hard right she darted down an adjacent hallways and slipped through the end room as quietly as she could. She was about to dart through the next hallways when a hand gripped hold of the hem of her shirt, jerking her to a stop as she struggled to get free.
"By the Goddess, how many times do I have to tell you not to run within the halls of the Headman's house." The familiar voice scolded her as she turned to look at the leering face of Gerth, "What in phite is in that sack, its leaking all over the floor." Tamerith blinked a few times, her eyes traveling down to the sack she held. It had become stained with the green blood of the Ghoul, dripping onto the floors of the hallway and forming a puddle of goop at Tamerith's feet. She made a face at it, gasping as she dropped the bag and jumped backward. It seemed to rotate in the air a few times, hitting the ground with a loud noise before the severed head rolled from the stained fabric and came to a stop at Gerth's feet. Tamerith had to give the older Troll credit, most would have screamed bloody murder and begun to cry. Gerth simply looked at the head for a few seconds and promptly passed out, no sound needed other then he thud of her hitting the ground. Tamerith flinched, tucking the head back into the sack as she sheepishly looked over the passed out attendant. She felt bad leaving her there but if Tamerith didn't hurry she'd be left out of the meetings, that was not something that could happen. So she headed off, making it to the door of the war room with an exhausted sigh before pushing the door open to reveal the lit chamber within.
"Tamerith, you disappeared." Herod said sourly as he looked her over, "Never mind that though. I've told the Headman my side of the story, why don't you show him what you've brought." Tamerith nodded, meekly heading forward to the table as the eyes of the Headman and his commanders watched. She then tipped the sack out gently, allowing the head to roll onto the table as gasps of shock washed through the room around her. "Sir, it seems Ghouls have appeared once more."
YoungChaos
Member
Oria wrapped the blankets around the injured men. He he was hoping that his wounded men would hold on. He could tell fatigue was getting the better of them. He looked at the rest of the Warriors who were headed back to the line.
He hoped that a healer would come soon. The men were in pain. He was proud their quick thinking had saved the lives of many. But it disheartened him knowing the risk they took. They were not train to take on a beast like the Aberfrost but to hold out was a miracle.
He closed his eyes and prayed for the safety of his men leaving and the recovery of the injured.
He hoped that a healer would come soon. The men were in pain. He was proud their quick thinking had saved the lives of many. But it disheartened him knowing the risk they took. They were not train to take on a beast like the Aberfrost but to hold out was a miracle.
He closed his eyes and prayed for the safety of his men leaving and the recovery of the injured.
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Dead
Somewhat Alive.
Snowdrop soon arrived at the warrior camp and saw the damages and a giant Aberfrost lifeless on the ground, it's mouth spilling out it's flesh. Snowdrop held her stomach trying to be strong. Holding her breath to not smell the metallic rusted scent, she made it passed it safely without puking at the sight.
Looking around the area, she noticed a man different from the other warriors. He had spiky long white hair that were as pure as snow and his eyes were a beautiful red, his clothing was quite different and seemed more as if he was an elite warrior but Snowdrop couldn't tell what his class was.
Walking up to the man, she kneel down and patted his shoulder,"Sir, May I ask of you to please leave. I'm a healer so please do not worry for these men." She said noticing how his eyes showed worry for the men and gave him a gentle smile to let him know she would do everything in her powers to help the wounded men.
Now taking her attention off of him and more on the warriors, she examined them, seeing some cuts and bruises on certain places. She sighed, breathing in gently and closed her eyes, placing her hand on one of them. Speaking in the ancient language of the Frost, a light admitted from her hand shining brightly.
The man whined in pain from the light but Snowdrop held his hand and smiled,"Please hold in for a while, this will hurt for a while but you'll be healed in no time." She said after checking the wounds. After a while, she got to her feet and looked to the stranger,"They are not fully healed yet but now we can carry them to the camp so they can rest." She said,"The only thing you can do for them is help.me carry them back to camp." She said helping one of the men to their feet. She then placed his arm over her shoulder and lifted him up, gently helping him to walk back to the camp so she could heal them completely.
Looking around the area, she noticed a man different from the other warriors. He had spiky long white hair that were as pure as snow and his eyes were a beautiful red, his clothing was quite different and seemed more as if he was an elite warrior but Snowdrop couldn't tell what his class was.
Walking up to the man, she kneel down and patted his shoulder,"Sir, May I ask of you to please leave. I'm a healer so please do not worry for these men." She said noticing how his eyes showed worry for the men and gave him a gentle smile to let him know she would do everything in her powers to help the wounded men.
Now taking her attention off of him and more on the warriors, she examined them, seeing some cuts and bruises on certain places. She sighed, breathing in gently and closed her eyes, placing her hand on one of them. Speaking in the ancient language of the Frost, a light admitted from her hand shining brightly.
The man whined in pain from the light but Snowdrop held his hand and smiled,"Please hold in for a while, this will hurt for a while but you'll be healed in no time." She said after checking the wounds. After a while, she got to her feet and looked to the stranger,"They are not fully healed yet but now we can carry them to the camp so they can rest." She said,"The only thing you can do for them is help.me carry them back to camp." She said helping one of the men to their feet. She then placed his arm over her shoulder and lifted him up, gently helping him to walk back to the camp so she could heal them completely.
YoungChaos
Member
Oria nodded as he did what he was told. He carefully picked up the other two men up and carried them two the camp. He watched the women carried one of the Warriors. It seemed as it she was molded from a gentle winter's night. Her pale skin seem untouched like the freshly fallen snow. Her blue eyes showed comfort and support as they sparkled like the sun touching the ice on a frozen lake. For the injured man she was a caring soul which made her perfect. Oria felt secure if he had to leave his men they were in good care.
" I want to thank you for coming on such short notice. We have had more problems with beast attacks then intruders lately. I'm not sure what is happening but as you can see it's something i have not had a chance to talk to the Clan Leader about." He stopped only for a second to let one catch his breath and then continued back to the camp.
Oria stopped two men who were going back to the line.
" Tell one of the Captians that they need to cut up the Aberfrost and burn it's flesh. If if continues to to linger we will have more problems. But leave the glacier on it's back as a sign of respect do not let it melt."
The two men nodded as they headed back to the line. It was a tradition of the Nepia family that whenever your foe has fallen you are to leave the weapon and drive it into the ground as the sign of a respect for an worthy opponent. He had taught all the warriors he trained do the same. It was an honorable practice that he was glad to teach.
" I want to thank you for coming on such short notice. We have had more problems with beast attacks then intruders lately. I'm not sure what is happening but as you can see it's something i have not had a chance to talk to the Clan Leader about." He stopped only for a second to let one catch his breath and then continued back to the camp.
Oria stopped two men who were going back to the line.
" Tell one of the Captians that they need to cut up the Aberfrost and burn it's flesh. If if continues to to linger we will have more problems. But leave the glacier on it's back as a sign of respect do not let it melt."
The two men nodded as they headed back to the line. It was a tradition of the Nepia family that whenever your foe has fallen you are to leave the weapon and drive it into the ground as the sign of a respect for an worthy opponent. He had taught all the warriors he trained do the same. It was an honorable practice that he was glad to teach.
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Dead
Somewhat Alive.
Snowdrop smiled at the man and shook her head slightly,"It is fine. I'm the only healer in this village now since my grandmother passed away." She said sadly but kept her head high letting no grief get in her way of helping the weak. She was a strong-willed woman and never let her guard down, a gene that was passed down to her by her grandmother of course.
Her grandmother was actually one of the few greatest fighters in Urecee when she was young but left the army to become a healer, studying the different type of medicine known in Urecee and how to obtain them. She was also Snowdrop's teacher and the reason why she became a healer herself.
Her grandmother was a well-known elder and was loved by many but after her death, everyone's heart grieved and were covered in fear of Snowdrop even more. Her grandmother was the source that helped Snowdrop's frost magic from going berserk but now she was gone and Snowdrop was left to help herself. A sad fate of Snowdrop but this was the fate she must undertake and she accepted this fate quite easily.
Placing the man on the bed, Snowdrop got out her medicine supplies and stripped the man from his armor but left some clothes on. Slipping on just a scoop of the green liquid, she applied some of it on the wounds on the man's bare chest. Flinching by her touch, the man whined slightly but kept his pride trying to stay strong and show he was a worthy warrior that can take the pain. Snowdrop found this amusing as she ruffled his head,"Now don't hold the pain in or it may hurt more." She warned but giggled quietly to herself.
Once she finished the other wounded men, she noticed her jar was empty once more,"Guess I'll have to make more when I get home." She thought remembering she still haven't made the medicine. She looked to the man and bowed politely,"These men will be off the line for now until the wounds are fully healed. If there are any more trouble, you can find me in the village." She said but then remembered she haven't introduced herself and blushed in embarrassment,"Ah, I apologize. I haven't introduced myself, My name is Snowdrop Bergnard, the healer of this village." She said with a small smile.
Her grandmother was actually one of the few greatest fighters in Urecee when she was young but left the army to become a healer, studying the different type of medicine known in Urecee and how to obtain them. She was also Snowdrop's teacher and the reason why she became a healer herself.
Her grandmother was a well-known elder and was loved by many but after her death, everyone's heart grieved and were covered in fear of Snowdrop even more. Her grandmother was the source that helped Snowdrop's frost magic from going berserk but now she was gone and Snowdrop was left to help herself. A sad fate of Snowdrop but this was the fate she must undertake and she accepted this fate quite easily.
Placing the man on the bed, Snowdrop got out her medicine supplies and stripped the man from his armor but left some clothes on. Slipping on just a scoop of the green liquid, she applied some of it on the wounds on the man's bare chest. Flinching by her touch, the man whined slightly but kept his pride trying to stay strong and show he was a worthy warrior that can take the pain. Snowdrop found this amusing as she ruffled his head,"Now don't hold the pain in or it may hurt more." She warned but giggled quietly to herself.
Once she finished the other wounded men, she noticed her jar was empty once more,"Guess I'll have to make more when I get home." She thought remembering she still haven't made the medicine. She looked to the man and bowed politely,"These men will be off the line for now until the wounds are fully healed. If there are any more trouble, you can find me in the village." She said but then remembered she haven't introduced herself and blushed in embarrassment,"Ah, I apologize. I haven't introduced myself, My name is Snowdrop Bergnard, the healer of this village." She said with a small smile.
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