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Recess Thread - Post Aveas/Ursa summaries here

Post by Brytan »

Yes yes dear friends, you have guessed it. The synch is upon us! Stardate to note is Jygust 30th, the day upon which our adventures will continue. This is the day of the Summer Solstice, the day the summer begins in Tazlure.

--insert official bit--
As you may or may not know; You may divide 10 stars for your character to use to upgrade existing skills, or spend 5 to buy an entirely new one at basic level. You can't buy new magical skills, only advance them and all skills can not be raised by more than one level.

Also, these stars and any other advances your character obtains must be accounted for in your recess post. There is still some skilling to be done on a number of threads in our area. I will take this into account when reviewing the added stars, and will start today on skilling what remains to avoid you guys spending stars on things you would have gotten anyway.

For kanthrop players; it is allowed to spend all 10 points to attain your kanthrop warping ability, barring you from improving any other skills. This will however need to be explained in your recess post, and cross checked with me.
--/exeunt official bit--

And now for what happened while you weren't looking!

New friends, new enemies

The city of Gulanadur...capital of the Dark Adhiel kingdom, pride of the underdark, built by the skilled hands of a hundred generations, dug into the hardest rock and decorated with the blood of countless enemies...

"Evacuate! Evacuate! Everyone through the portal now! The walls are going to give on the main corridor!"

Within the darkness of Gulanadur, the battle wages against the ongoing onslaught of the Cryers, pooring out into the Dark Adhiel tunnels ever since the mysterious island of Ursa crashed into Aveas. With no light to hold the beings at bay, the mages of the city had been fighting an ongoing war on the liquid darkness, emptying out the pool of resources of the city fast. Noble families fled to the higher tiers of the city, mingling with the lower castes of traders and warriors. The call of the nobility for more room caused a decree forcing the displacement of all lower class citizens to sanctuary outside the city.

The tunnels destroyed by adhiel hands, forcing many to go up or down, left the portal in the lowest temple tier abandoned. The machine chunked as it was activated by the captured members of the families trapped within the darkness, surrounded by the crying terror. There were a few ways out, a few places to go. Nazareen was left alone for a long time, insignificant allies at best, better to be left alone. Now...perhaps...a haven...

On the surface, Fort Dusk was transformed into a refugee camp, much like Seinor during the War of the One. A large earthen dome covering it from the harsh light of day.

"Sst! Don't drop that or you'll give us away! Torches ready? This will surely be a nice surprise for the Oneist pigs..."

Among the trees of Aveas another war was fought entirely. The three cults of Pan allied in a common goal to thwart the plans of the Mouth invaders. Having taken over the island to secure the coffee export to their city, complacency set in for a while, until the Thorns started a guerrilla war on the traders, burning crops and stealing cargo, using a small outpost far west of Seinor and the Centaur meadow as their base of operations. These attacks reached a peak during the later days of Jyam, where a large plantation just north of Aveas was completely burned to the ground, its guards killed and the farmers, mostly adhiel, taken.

This outpost, unknown to the adhiel terrorist faction, was not too far away from the Heart of Ursa. To many an insignificant cave in the middle of the woods. To the kanthrop a portal from their isle to the isle of Pan.

The Kanthrop of Ursa have had their share of Cryer attacks themselves. Each night saw increasing numbers of Cryers at the outer fires of Valley Village. Yet the stories of a potential weapon against them strengthened their resolve to stand their ground, at the loss of lives of many a young Kanthrop. Some families, especially those with younger kit were sent off the island through the Heart of Ursa to live on Aveas itself, hiding among the trees of the deep forests.

This breaking tradition of kit not being allowed to leave the island.

Contact was established with the people of Seinor during the later days of Chyril by the Kanthan Groas Wavebreaker, who also coordinated the displacement of a small colony of kanthrop to Aveas and maintained communications with the emissaries of the Adhiel city, represented at that time by Finodborn and the shaper Deirdre.

The Mouth learned of the existance of the Kanthrop through the return of the expedition sent out, only a handful of men returning from that journey, along with two women of the tribe they had encountered. Up until Jygust however, they saw no means of continuing their research or take steps towards securing the tribe in their war against the Panlings due to the ongoing attacks from the Thorns, obviously unaware of the contact the Panlings had also made just tides after their party had departed.

All through this time, a mysterious scroll, possessed by the kanthrop Xenovia, gave rise to hope. Hope that one day soon the Cryers might be defeated. If only the keys were found that held them once, they might now be used to destroy them once and for all...
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Post by Scarlet »

The mind can be a dark and difficult land to tread. It’s paths twist and turn, its corners darker than any shadow. When the heart is divided, split between two souls, the landscape can be tortured beyond all count and measure. The consciousness of Scarlet Ghost-Claw was one such twisted scene. She felt torn in so many different directions. The Keys, Xen, the Cryers, her warping… The future suddenly seemed even darker and more terrifying than it ever had. Only a Yahren ago her people had lived in happiness and peace, now it seemed the fates themselves conspired to bring pain and fear. It was a sickening sensation in the chest, that any moment all she knew and loved could be torn away by some Dopy laying their hand on a shiny spear. The dream was over, the nightmare begun.

Yet not even her nightmares were safe it seemed. The very fate of her people rested on two lost weapons. The Isle had already fallen since someone had taken the Vanquisher – what would happen if someone took Destiny too? Would the Kanthrop cease to be? Each passing day tugged at her heart, willing her wounds to heal faster, her muscles to return their strength to her that she, Xen, Kytani and Muraco might travel sooner in pursuit of the Keys. But Scarlet had more than physical wounds to recover from.

Her fledgling friendship with Xenovia seemed dashed before it had even begun. The Bird-warper seemed to flee the very sight of her unless it was to ask for some advice on a banal point of archery. Scarlet had tried to corner her once or twice to ask straight out what the problem was, but Xen had been evasive. That, for Scarlet, was enough. If Xen wanted her space then Scarlet was not one to force the issue, however much it stung.

With the exodus of the Kanthrop people to the Isle of Aveas, increasingly Scarlet felt that her people were beginning to lose themselves to fear. A point of defiance, she remained on the ancestral home of the Kanthrop. A part of the Vanguard of her people as those very people tucked tail and fled. It was as if they had lost sight of the people they were meant to be.

When the stress got too much Muraco was her catharsis in the fighter’s circle, for the two found no small escape in the bruises and cuts that distracted from the terrors of the night. Within the sanctity of their hut, Scarlet found her nightmares stilled and her search guided by the company of Kytani. Her heart and mind in some way made whole by the reassurance of her ‘big sister.’ It helped close the gap, but Scarlet was an independent soul. Perhaps it was Xen’s influence but she felt any peace she were to find would have to come from within.

In her search for peace she strove to re-awaken her predatory instincts, her inner killer. By day she worked the forms in the training glade, sparring till her knuckles split and her feet bled into Ursa’s dust. A hunter did not fear pain, pain was weakness leaving the body. A predator did not know terror, for it was the domain of the hunted. Discipline and honour were the virtues of her people. Rage and ecstasy were her sins. By night she bound her wounds and, in the silence of her own mind she sought communion with her beast, seeking it in the darkest recesses of her heart… a familiar voice snarling defiance from the flames.

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2 points Dodge blow (apprentice)
4 points Martial arts (apprentice)
3 points Smaller Blades (apprentice)
1 point Inner animal (journeyman+*)

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Post by Xenovia Canace »

From silent loner to unwitting leader.

After achieving her warp, Xenovia was quite the busy Kanthrop. Intruders were sighted in the skies just as Xenovia was learning to fly, and her lessons were cut short so that the village might be warned. In the nights and days that followed Xenovia found herself fighting for her life time after time, even going so far as to help defend the lives of the intruders from a place called the Western Kingdom. In a fit of anger the young woman fled from her village, only to find herself thrust into what some would call a grand adventure – and still others a recipe for destruction.

But Destruction was what she held, there in her hand, in the form of a bow known as the Bane. The key to Ursa’s Destruction, it had come to be in her possession through a combination of rebelliousness, skill, and pure dumb luck. Yet it had brought back to the Kanthrop much of their history, and a great hope: a chance to defeat the Cryers once and for all. A foreboding threat, however, also offered itself. Would Ursa have to be destroyed completely?

The weight of decision bore down heavily on Xenovia’s shoulders in the months that followed. Scarlet, Kytani, and Muraco were Xenovia’s chosen companions, for she dared not take any of the Kanthan in lieu of the potential rebellion which might start while she was gone – Culwago was already rebellious enough. She told them all immediately, to avoid being pestered and begged by those who wished to accompany them. She would be open to any older, more experienced Kanthrop who wished to go as well, perhaps as a guide, but refused to bring the company to more than five members, including herself. Logic guided her decision on who to take, but on the choice of where to go she was hesitant.

Though on the night of their Kanthanar’s appearance Xenovia had been uncharacteristically open with Scarlet, she all but avoided the feline warper afterward (and everyone else), instead keeping to herself and preparing for the trials ahead. Every once and a while Xenovia would speak with Scarlet on the finer points of shooting a bow, but she carefully avoided any one-on-one situations, in the hopes of avoiding the awkward situation she had found herself in once before.

Every second day she would dutifully shift into her animal form, silently enduring the pain of shrinking bones and shifting muscles until a great osprey could be seen soaring above Sky Valley. She had discovered that she was meant to fly differently from a falcon. By hanging her wings in an almost gull-like position, Xenovia found she could float more easily on air currents and conserve energy. She spent as many marks as possible in the sky, the wind through her feathers helping her forget the destiny she would soon have to face. No doubt many of the Kanthrop complained that she wasn’t taking it seriously, spending all her time chasing clouds and fish.

Yet she also devoted much of herself to learning how to wield the Bane more adequately, shooting the bow itself despite the fact that it practically fed off of her energy. She had to grow accustomed to the feeling somehow, and she could think of no other way. Daily, for at least a mark, she would practice shooting at a target, even going so far as to run while she did so, in preparation for a target that wouldn’t simply come straight at her like the Cryers. At night she aided in guarding the village, though she avoided using the Bane, instead secretly leaving it in the hands of someone she could trust while she fought the Cryers. She didn’t want them to realize that their end was near, and thus redouble their efforts on the village.

Finally it came time for her to make her decision, and Xenovia chose instinct over logic, taking Scarlet's advice. Her Kanthanar had said the spear was in immediate danger. Xen decided they must make haste immediately toward the key to Ursa’s Destiny. Located on the island of Sierra, the journey would take them some time. Consulting with the Kanthan, Xenovia discovered that they could leave port after a journey inland, and made preparations to leave immediately. Gathering essentials such as rope, flint and steel, and the clothes Xenovia never thought she would actually wear, she gathered her companions together and began the journey to the east – first over land, then sea. On the way toward port Xenovia did her best to avoid encountering anyone, then insisted that her companions change into more acceptable clothing before boarding the ship. Xenovia truthfully had looked quite comical in her skirt and bodice when she'd tried them on in the privacy of her own tent, and so she dressed like a male in breeches and a shirt, hiding her deathly complexion beneath a hooded cloak, gloves, and boots.

She never spoke of the apprehension and fear that plagued her, though it would not be hard for her diligent companions to notice after some time. Xenovia couldn’t help but remind herself constantly that her companions might be following her to their death. She had told them as much, but of course they were willing to risk their lives to save Ursa. It was only their heightened senses, however, that could sense Xenovia’s discomfort. Outwardly she was as strong a leader as she could be, standing tall and speaking steadily. Perhaps it wouldn’t be a disaster after all...


OOC: (Brytan, you know you want to come with us. ;) Feel free to make a guide for us if you want! Oh, and could you add the Bane to my inventory? Thanks!)


Skill allocation:

**** to Bow, Long = Apprentice
**** to Polymorph-Kanthrop = Apprentice
* to Single Combat -- Resisting Multiple Opponents = Apprentice
* to Inner Animal-Kanthrop only = Journeyman+*

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With every passing day, Anora found herself falling into a routine. During the day, she was at Silk's side, playing the dutiful secretary to the Secretary. She took notes, got beverages, arranged his schedule, anything that was needed. She tried to be good, too, though every once in a while, an item would go missing from the Secretary's visitors when she wasn't thinking. Really, people kept the most interesting items in their pockets. She did get caught once, though she managed to weasel her way out of it, stating that it had been dangling from their pocket and she was just trying to push it back in. Silk didn't believe it and very sternly informed her that she had to stop while she was acting as his secretary or else. Knowing who he worked with helped her try and quit, but it wasn't easy. Not easy at all.

In the early evening, she would take lessons with a member of the Assassin's guild, teaching her how to better handle a dagger. Her nimble fingers from pickpocketing helped, but she still cut herself a few times when she got cocky. More than once she had to wear long sleeves as summer swept in. It would have been difficult to explain why she was sliced up when trying to appear the sweet, innocent assistant. She also showed her how to better disguise herself, using makeup and changing her voice to gain a new persona. In the middle of the night, she crept her way down to the Temple of Pan, continuing her lessons in the sensual arts with Vanir, though it was only for a little while. She soon found herself too tired after her assassin lessons, collapsing down on the bed and sleeping through the night. There is a time when everyone must sacrifice something. Her decision was to sacrifice sex. Which left her sometimes with way too much nervous energy, which made her hands itch to steal something, which would, of course, earn her the ire of her boss.

While Anora had always thought that the only thing she got from her father was her lack of height, it seemed she had also been blessed with restless feet. So, after a lenghty discussion with Silk, it was decided that she would go to Roque d'Ancourt to study with one of the higher members of the Assassin Guild. She would take on a new identity, learn the craft of political murder as well as hone her thieving skills, before returning to the Citadel to take up the position of Silk's bodyguard/assistant. Thus, on Wydday, the 23rd of Jygust, she set sail. It felt good to feel the salty air against her skin again, feel the rocking of the sea under her feet. At least, it did until the sudden storm came out of the south, brutal and harsh, on the 25th. Anora was climbing up towards the crow's nest, to see if there was any sign of land, when a sudden gust and jolt of the ship caused her to loose her grip. She was tossed out over the sea, but not quite far enough. Just before hitting the water, her head hit the side of the ship, knocking her unconscious. The sailors, having seen her plummet, left her for dead, concerned only for themselves and the ship.

But she wasn't dead. The small girl floated, unconscious, for a few days, before being picked up by a passing merchant ship. She came to on the 29th. When asked her name, she began to speak, but nothing came out, because she had no answer. Who was she? Where was she from? She didn't have any answers. Her knock against the ship and caused her memory to be blocked. She had no past that she knew of, no history at all. It was a girl with no name and no past who wandered off that ship onto the dock at Aveas, armed with only a small pouch of coins they found on her person and a borrowed dress that was three sizes too big from the captain's wife.

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Smaller blades-***
Disguise-***
Intimidation/Thuggery-**
Beautification-**

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Post by Brytan »

Xenovia and Scarlet

The days after the sudden appearance of Kanthanar left the whole village in an uproar. The story Gannas had told left a lot of questions unanswered but there was fairly little time to think about them. Cryer attacks intensified and it became a common reality for the Kanthrop in Valley Village to have to fight nightly battles outside and sometimes even inside of the walls to ensure safety for the tribe.

It was anyone's guess what the elders thought of Xenovia's choice of companions. Gannas seemed understanding as he saw the group off, handing the two the traditional wolf skin hooded cloaks typically worn when Kanthrop left for long periods. They were freshly hunted for by Kaern and some of the other hunters who cheered on their effort as they waved them off. Oni and Petran were shining in their absence.

This however was not of great concern to the two young Kanthrop. They had set out to meet up with Groas at the Skymyst passage. He helped them on their way as he was very familiar with the coasts of Pan's Isle and knew of an adhiel harbor that shipped to many of the outlying isles. It was not difficult to get there and passage was easily bartered for with some of the odd metallic circlets the adhiel seemingly used to trade with.

Such was it that their journey began to the mysterious isle Sierra, jungles and history surrounded by great lengths of ocean and now overshadowed by the majestic towers of the University of Magic.

-- Skills awarded, recess approved. See you in Sierra! --
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Post by Ssinith DIllil »

((With the new strange development between Trothgard and Gulanadur, I thought I would post a spare tidbit here for S'sinith. This will not effect his skills too much, since this can also tie in with the events in the recess))

With the disturbing news arriving to him in the middle of his problems in Citadel, S'sinith wept bitterly, praying that the Queen, his family, and the Temple of Molten were safe. He would remain quite stressed, but in a way was thankful that he had been taking measures in order to bring Gulanadur back to the surface. The assistance aiding Trothgard and Amun Rah with their problems may allow Gulanadur a tit-for-tat to get some assistance for his own country.

He requests information about Ft. Dusk and their immediate needs. If there were those with skills who were displaced by the attack, he had several ties where he could send them to put their skills to use. He also requested that a few of the surviving mages from the battle report their findings to him so that he might get information for the University of Magic to study.

S'sinith had unknowingly made a place for everyone. The ties to Trothguard allowed the warriors of Maerett to sell their wares and strategies, the crisis in Amun Rah who required healers and medicine could be aided by D'Altamooriana, and the Army of the Ascent was led by a Scha'mur... and with his unwitting alliance with Ketch, brought the dirty side of the Bowl to sell their wares and work.

Even if the ones of faith be misplaced, he could send them to Pax in order to rebuild any losses of the temples.

He would still attempt to figure out how to clean up the mess, but his ultimate plan was simple; learn the ways of other cultures, assimilate their ideas, and use the wisdom of his race to perfect those ideas to reclaim what was theirs.
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Post by Kytani Hajgomb »

Culwago, above all others, had helped Kytani along during the coming months than most of the other Kanthrops around her, the Kanthan included. When informed of her inclusion (and Culwago's definite exclusion) in the party, the young kit was both fearful and excited, Master Gannas' advice that she must 'expand her circle' ever present in her ears as she prepared herself, slowly, to expand said circle, to show Culwago, the Elders, and even herself that she was more than just a silly kit out to play 'real Kanthrop'. For the most part, when the Cryers seemed most dormant, she focused upon her tracking abilities both as a woman and as a panther, knowing that their small group would have to track both object and food if they wanted to find this second piece to the puzzle and she was happy once the groups made their way into the forests of Aveas for there the game became more plentiful, allowing for more opportunity to track animals after spotting them moving through the underbrush as well as honing her hunting skills a bit more, the latter proving to be more difficult without the ability of her 'outer animal' matching her 'inner animal'.

Still, as time moved on, she found herself listening more and more to the great Cat within, her animal instincts seeming to become increasingly more acute as she paved her way through animal-formed paths in the forest, the tracks becoming more pronounced to the young kit as she stopped relying on just her eyes and human-like fantasies of where the animal 'might' have gone, the budding Panther making her practically 'smell' where the prey had gone.

As her connection to the inner Cat grew, Kytani grew less sullen and more silently belligerent, one of her favored hobbies quickly becoming an increasingly bad habit as she stared silently at Culwago's eyes in defiance at every opportunity, not wanting to anger any of the Elders by saying something outright, but wanting to let him know – wordlessly – how much she loathed him and his ego. It started out as simple 'You aren't even worthy of looking at me...' silent suggestions that she would try to convey with her eyes, the game moving from there to 'Fine... stare back...bet you blink first...blink...blink...blink...' challenges and onward from there to a point where she was – in a twisted way – trying to draw his attention at times even though she did not want him in the least. 'Look at me...c'mon...look at the little Kytti...stare back...don't look away...you want me...you admire me...you know I've won and you want to taste that feeling, don't you? By the time Jygust rolled near its end, she had stepped up one notch more, trying to get him to glance her way unwillingly, for she knew that after all of this time he had probably grown weary of the game and was trying to avoid falling into the trap of her eyes. But that very trap is what her inner cat loved – what it longed and hungered for – the gaze of prey that knew, with certainty contained within the compulsive glance back into the soul of its young harbinger of doom, that it was well and truly fucked but powerless to do a damned thing but wait for the sweet release to finally come...even if it meant their death.

Skills
Inner Animal +***
Tracking +****
Hunting +*
Hypnotism +**

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Post by Muraco »

Xenovia’s and Scarlet’s return had turned the village upside down. Near death they had both been but nevertheless they had brought with them hope. As concerning the words from their Kanathar were, they brought knowledge revealing locations for the other Keys. There was a persistent and intoxicating possibility that things would be…all right. It would have been a lie to say that Muraco had not thought of being entrusted with one of the remaining Keys. It was something that had implications and a great deal of importance to their people. To be entrusted with one, it would mean much and if the Mother deemed it so, he would do everything in his power to ensure that trust was not misplaced. The wolf kit was prideful, arrogant in some cases and this had hindered his growth. Part of his catharsis was realizing this and understanding that sometimes humility was what one needed to advance. The ability to bend oneself around a situation rather than force things to go ones way came as a hard lesson to Muraco but one that he held close.

The things Gannas had said, his wise words had more effect on the young wolf than anything else. Much of Muraco’s efforts in the following days were devoted to ‘expanding the circle’ he ran in. It was a liberating feeling, to let go of his frustration and simply let things unfold. He began to talk to those who were learned in their Awakening. They told of their experience with communicating with the animal within. As much as he would have liked to talk to Xenovia, she would have none of it. Even Scarlet, who seemed the closest to the solitary bird Kanthrop, seemed to have little luck. This worried Muraco but he took this time to learn more of his other companions. Kytani was a person that he could talk to, he learned this quickly and if he had concerns she had become the one he would voice them to. Separated by a few yahren, it would not seem the most orthodox of friendships. Yet they both were impulsive, proud, and at times hot tempered. They both had not warped yet and an overarching sense of kinship that was the soil in which their growing friendship was cultivated.

Scarlet and he engaged in a disagreement the eveningtide of her return but with the morningtide light, his grievance had evaporated as so much dew on grass. He was much like the canine that dwelled within him in that Muraco forgave such arguments quickly. It was not even so much that he forgave as that he forgot them almost completely. He tagged along with the feline warper to ensure she was not in need of anything that would overtax her injuries. Truthfully, he was probably just below a nuisance with his attentions. Once her injuries were healed however, he took to the training circle with renewed vigor. Muraco enjoyed the sparring in general because it was one way that something that was cut and dried. There were no misunderstandings, no mincing and diplomacy...it was pure instinct and skill. It may have just been the constant motion and action that he enjoyed, in any case it continued to be a calming exercise to Muraco.

As time passed, his ability to communicate with his inner animal grew by leaps and bounds. Muraco’s change to his mindset was similar to breaking a dam in a swollen river. More and more he became attuned to the wolf he was to become. To say that he was happy would have been almost insulting; to say he was ecstatic would have been a gross understatement...to Muraco his joy at this was beyond words. Exercising an uncharacteristic bit of tact and discretion, he did not bore others with endless talk of his progress. Even his inner animal tired of the endless contact Muraco tried to have. The social wolf kit was still marked outwardly by a considerable brightening in his demeanor. He was not brooding and scowling the way he was apt a yahren ago. For the first in some time, the white haired Kanthrop was not a complete chore to be around.

As the time to depart slowly rounded on the four Kanthrops, Muraco prepared for the journey. They were encouraged to dress like humans as they traveled but no amount of clothing would hide his ivory mane of hair. Breeches, tunics, shirts...they felt imprisoning and simply odd. Muraco could not understand how the humans moved in such clothing. He attained a loose tunic and breeches the tones of earth and leaves. Of course he packed a kanthar and his regular clothing because once he was in the forests; he would get out of his ridiculous man suit. An out of character apprehension was a companion to his excitement about the journey as they made their trek overland to the harbour. Four young Kanthrop were en route to a jungle none of them had ever seen. Muraco trusted in his companions, he had faith in their bond...or at least the one that he hoped would form between all of them.

[hr]3 *’s to Inner Animal to Basic+****
4 *’s to Pole Arms to Basic+****
3 * to Tracking to Basic+***[/hr]

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Anora, Kytani and Muraco

Kytani and Muraco had set sail out of Seinor days before the merchant vessel carrying Anora rolled into port. The ship she had found herself on had turned out to be a merchant ship coming in from Dort to haul goods from the adhiel city, where coffee seemed to be the main concern of the captain. As they docked the young woman was soon forgotten as the precious brown gold was loaded while she stepped out into the small port of the ramshackle town that was Seinor.

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Ssinith

The message sent by the emmisary met with ill replies for quite some time. It took no less than two weeks before a letter was delivered to the dark adhiel man. It was written in the flourishing handwriting of one of D'Altamooriana's clerks and described the state of the city as they had it on the books. Casualties counted into the hundreds, with several notable families being deminshed to but shadows of their former selves. The larger houses however had seen it fit to ascend far sooner than others so the ruling factions of the lower tier remained unscathed as such. The queen had ofcourse been top priority and she now resided in the security of Fort Dusk.

The fort itself had seen a substantial rise in population. Tunnels had been dug outward from the highest tier to house the population, but also above ground had there been growth to something aspiring to become a city. Construction was still underway, but the hindrance of the invading shadow creatures had diminshed to nearly nothing after taking "appropriate countermeasures".

A question accompanied the letter. To have Ssinith seek word from the dark adhiel in Dort. Little was known of the men and women who had to flee through the temple gateway in the lowest tier and communications were difficult as such. They had had to resort to the adhiel of Aveas to get a message through to their ramshackle portal. Outrage dripping from every word in that sentence.
[size=84][i]I'm sorry, but I don't know who you're talking about. You must be confusing me with that other guy...[/i][/size]

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