Description: Ghalerion is a vast world comprised of seven major countries, three currently occupied by rulers, the countries of Ghale, Tensoku, and Calismus. Ghale is a home to legions of Adventurers and Daredevils alike. In these times of recovering chaos, the people of Ghale are without a ruler and anarchy is rising throughout the streets. Tensoku remains Ghalerion's only currently peaceful country, ruled by a humble and giving nobility that have been trained in the ancient arts of magic so as to protect their citizens. Calismus is currently Ghalerion's dominating power, ruled by a vicious war-mongering monarchy searching perpetually for more power. And in spite of these times, there are uprisings about throughout the world. Tribes from the unidentified countries are quickly gaining strength and amassing their primitive forces. The deities above have become slack in their watchful duties and the people are beginning to lose faith. At the heart of all this conflict are the people. The people who have a choice left to them: to save Ghalerion or let it fall to pieces before their very eyes. Ghalerion is home to people of all types, all genders, all creeds and all classes, creating a diverse world capable of producing adventure, mystery, intrigue, and anything else within the realm of your imagination. Critical to this world is an extensive cast of players that help to retell Ghalerion's history while simultaneously shaping their own. In Ghalerion, one can stake their claim, build their legacy, and play an integral part in the history that we create. Roleplayers of all types and competent skill levels are welcome to join and help to shape the very world itself!
In the beginning, there was chaos. And from chaos arose a single establishment. An establishment solidified in daunting perfection. Eden. And borne of this absolute Eden were six. Six shouldered with the responsiblity of creation. They would be given the mold with which to shape the very essence of soulful being. It would be their combined efforts which would give way to a solitary orb among the vast cosmos, known as Ghalerion. Upon this terra firma, they would give breath to the first inhabitants of their creation. They were of a blessed race, known throughout Ghalerion history today as the Kelians. Their bodies were infused with incredible strength and powers of manipulating matter into energy to which people would now attribute the name 'magic'. These Kelians would, in return for such a blessing, establish throughout the land shrines and temples in dedication to these deities. It was their faith in the judgment of the deities which ultimately allowed them to retain their unusual abilities. After the creation of these beings, it was decreed among the deities that one would come to absolute power in hopes of establishing a stable system with which to govern the heavenly and mortal worlds. The first deity chosen for such a task was the one known to the Kelians as 'Ezekial'. Ezekial played a critical role in the first half-millenium of Ghalerion in his role as supreme deity. In the 200th Year of Ezekial, he established a tradition still held to today, which would be that on every 100th year dating from then on, the deities would allot a blessing to the people. In that inaugural year of such an event, the Kelians asked for purely mortal beings for their planet with which they could further develop their society with pure man-power as opposed to exerting their personal supernatural abilities. It was a mighty desire, but one that Ezekial fulfilled almost too well. He and the deities populated Ghalerion with these beings absent of extraordinary capabilities. In that 200th Year of Ezekial, Ghalerion commenced towards the existence that we see today, as the mortals, under the watchful eye of the deities and with the helpful education given by the Kelians began constructing their own society. Â But things did not last so harmoniously. Soon, the Kelians became zealous in their leanings towards the deities and thought themselves invincible with their protection. It was due to this that the powerful race began oppressing the mortals of Ghalerion. They were forced to toil their days away, erecting ornate temples and detailed statues in the image of the deities. Over a three hundred year period, the mortals grew in numbers exponentially while the Kelian population remained rather constant. During this time, they had also crafted what would be the first weapons while concurrently increasing their knowledge of the worlds of people above them. Many inhabitants made a shift towards certain deities, expecting their protection in return for their pledge of loyalty. This shift towards faith produced an adverse effect for all those involved. The deities soon became jealous of one another. Because of this, many began defying the laws of Ezekial and granting certain mortals enhanced strength, speed, and longevity. Soon, the mortals divided themselves into tribes and primitive countries. It was at this time, on the 498th Year of Ezekial, that the mortals declared war upon the Kelians. Â For five years, vicious battles were fought across Ghalerion between the Kelians and the mortals, effectively killing much of both their populations. When all was said in done, in the 503rd Year of Ezekial, the Last Year, the mortals had swept from the main continent all Kelians. The deities placed the blame on Ezekial. He was ousted from power and exiled from their heavenly kingdom to walk the planet itself, powerless. Taking his place was the strongest of the original six deities, Gaius. Gaius established a much more stable system among the deities, directing them to each remain separate from the others and maintain their own sector of the heavens while remaining separated from mortal affairs. On his first 100 Year Blessing, each deity would now be allowed to give a blessing to the people should they desire. We now find ourselves in the 217th Year of Gaius.
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Ghalerion Uber-Reference Thread(Go To Thread)The Sparsian Academy Academy Rules Student Conduct1. Unless within an appropriate class or otherwise stated under special administrative conditions, magic usage is completely unacceptable and forbidden. Simply put, DON'T DO IT. 2. Only students second-term (Typically 8th year) and beyond are allowed personal possession of any weaponry. 3. Students are expected to treat all peers, faculty, and visitors with the utmost respect and tact. Failure to comply results in immediate discipline under grounds of insubordination. 4. In all facilities, faculty members are given seniority and are to be followed. In the case of an absence of a faculty member from any given location, teacher aides followed by senior students are to replace them in responsibilities. In the dormitories, senior students (Final term students, essentially) are given precedence and instructed to lead their respective houses. 5. Sexual harassment and deviance are absolutely forbidden and not tolerated to any degree. Students caught in such will face the harsh consequences that follow Academy Courses Educational Information on the Sparsian Academy (Don't have to worry too much about all this. Just general background stuff for characters/plot setting, etc.) Fencing, artistry, musicianship, philosophy, theology, and history are the primary subjects of study taught at the academy. All students are required to take and complete at least one four-year course in each field, to select at least two fields of study in which they will progress following such, and one field in which they will specialize (To participate all 13 years in chosen field). The course listing and descriptions are as follows: CombatFencing I - Mastery of swordplay is an absolute necessity in these chaotic times, and Sparsian will make no concessions otherwise, offering Fencing I students the skills necessary to wield basic single-handed weaponry, in addition to techniques, studies of motion, and light study on advanced combat tactics. All students are required to take Fencing I or have passed an equivalent assessment exam before proceeding into any advanced combat courses. Fencing II - Picking up where Fencing I left off, the second-year fencing course focuses on much more advanced battle techniques, usage of two handed weapons and more complex arms. All students are required to pass a final live action sparring assessment to pass the course. Competitive Combat - An alternative to Fencing II for the more accelerated or interactive learner, students wishing to take Competitive Combat will be thrust forthwith into battle! Weekly spars and leisure duels are not only common, they're a requirement for success in the class. Recommended only for those with prior experience in combat or that excelled in Fencing I. ArtistryAesthetics in Art - The basic [required] art course offered at Sparsian, Aesthetics in Art essentially instructs students in the elementary techniques used in creating and critically evaluating art in both visual and rhetorical form. Students will be subjected to some of the finest original works the world over, in addition to eventually crafting their own pieces. Final examination centers around producing a meaningful piece of either visual artwork or rhetorical composition. Advanced Art - Focused completely on visual art, Advanced Art is recommended for students more slanted towards the creative graphic side of Aesthetics in Art. While extensive art knowledge may not be a necessity, personal creativity and insight are both absolutely required. Architecture & Construction - Focusing on sculpting and architecture, this course focuses on what many consider the more practical side of artistry, in constructing tangible structures and designs applicable outside of Sparsian. Final exams consist of a class project in which the students are assigned a task to design their own structure (What that establishment is comes down to student preference) and city design. In the past, exceptional designs have actually been used as inspiration for ongoing construction in the constantly moving Calismus. MusicMusic Fundamentals - Each student will be instructed in a myriad of instruments, eventually choosing at least one to specialize in. Music fundamentals offers students an education equally in both playing/technique and personal composition. Symphony Orchestra - If your passion following Music Fundamentals lie in wowing an audience, playing atop a stage before thousands of eyes, then Symphony Orchestra is most certainly the choice of course for you. With a specialization in actual performance, students regularly are assigned to perform outside of class, and practice is a daily requirement. Composition - For those more interested in crafting their own symphonies and requiems, Composition imparts the skills necessary to compose pieces that even the greatest of history's composers would be impressed by. A strong focus is placed on music theory, including notation, timing, melody, harmony, and a wide variety of other topics. PhilosophyPhilosophy Concepts - Essentially the "Philosophy 101" of the Sparsian Academy, Philosophy Concepts will give students from a very young age a crash course in some of the most insightful and challenging topics concerning all matters from the general to the specific, hoping to effectively exercise the mind. Formal debate and free discourse are both common methods used throughout the four years. Critical Analysis of Civilization & Man - A course that takes the generality of Philosophy Concept's most pressing questions and delves into them until there's virtually nothing left to consider. Discussion is heavily utilized and class participation is an absolute necessity. Course only consumes two years, only counts as half a normal credit towards graduation. Advanced Philosophy - Advanced Philosophy is a student-centered, student-taught demanding course that stretches even the most gifted comprehensions to their absolute limits. All are expected to participate and develop their own thoughtful and provoking (Perhaps even controversial) questions and projects that are used to teach and engage the rest of the class. TheologyPrinciples of Theology - Basic theology centered around the Kelian story of creation and the six Deities. While other faiths and beliefs are touched upon, they are not firmly delved into. Critical Deity Studies - Critical analysis of the six Deities and their histories, backgrounds, actions, and judgments throughout Ghalerion history. Deity conflicts and compromises are studied, in addition to extensive civilized debate between students on the current pressing issues within the religious realm of Ghalerion. Alternative Faiths - A course that attempts to unravel the mysteries of the currently established alternative faiths and the burgeoning ones as well. Udorism and Criticalism are the two primary faiths studied and students are expected to compare and contrast the two religions with one another and each with the Kelian faith as they further their knowledge on the wide world of organized faith. The Fall of Ezekial - One year course accounting for half a credit, this course studies the reign of Ezekial the Absolute, the faults of his reign, his crimes, the Five Years Tribal War, and his eventual trial and exile from Eden. HistoryA Brief History of Ghalerion - Two year introductory course required for all students studying the first 700 years of Ghalerion history. Topics covered in-depth include the Five Years Tribal War, the Gyperion Tribal War, Ezekial's Trial, the Siege of Dame, and the establishment of the three current countries. Historical Anthropology - Takes a look into the interaction of the various races throughout Ghalerion's history, from both an objective and sociological standpoint. Critical analysis is made of interactions, similarities, and contrasts between the mortals and Kelians, as well as some degree of study on the various other races of Ghalerion. Not a requirement, but strongly recommended for all students. Modern Civilizations - Focused study on the countries of Ghale and Calismus, the youngest and most thriving civilizations in all of Ghalerion currently. Close attention is paid to the most prospering cities and analysis is made on current international interactions and tensions. The final section of the course consists of an in-depth study and extensive discussion on the future of Ghalerion. Ancient Civilizations - For those more interested in the days of old, Ancient Civilizations runs students through the major Ancient civilizations of Ghalerion, ranging from the Ancient Kelians and the Gyperion Mortals all the way to the country known as Tensoku today. Posted by: Kouketsu at 01:42:42, 01/23/10.
| Documents The Kelian Pledge of Faith Gentle Eden, bare our declaration. Manifest from the primordial fountain from which commenced existence, there was chaos. It was this veritable chaos which gave existence to a solitary paradise which preceded even the furthest reaches of the cosmos. Eden. Forged in perfection and immaculately calculated, Eden grew of Chaos in the primordial fountain and existed as the single plane of existence for millennia before giving birth to six. Six entities, six single existences that would, through celestial birthright, shoulder the burden of shaping the very world that we have come to call our own. Blessed be these six, as we would come to call them, "Deities." Six were forged in the image of chaos, granted the gift and curse of bestowing meaningful existence. Holy are their names. Ezekial, Gaius, Lain, Calin, Detsen, and Agros. Through the work of these six, a single nameless terra came into being, the place that we as Kelians would now know as home, Ghalerion. For the sake of maintaining their world without constantly intervening and without having to leave Eden, the Deities gave breath to the first inhabitants of this world, ourselves. We were bestowed the title of "Kelians" and have been instructed by our great Deities to develop, maintain, and protect this world of Ghalerion. The Great Deity, Ezekial, made eternal decree, speaking to the language of their hearts, his declaration heard only in the depths of their soul. "Kelians! Our people! You have received the eternal duty of keeping and developing this beautiful landmass which we have so graciously established for you. As long as you toil, in the greatest goodwill which exists through these cosmos, we will bestow upon your souls the sustenance of power!" We must strive to answer Ezekial's declaration! Brothers! We must strive to protect these lands! Sisters! The Deities have given to our people what couldn't be repaid even in lifetime of infinite toil. They have given us existence. Let divine exigency ring along the lands, flow along the streams, climb atop the mountains and search in between the valleys! Let it roll along the plains, break along the oceans, whisper in the winds! For the sake of our wonderful, beautiful Deities, who have rendered us existence, sustenance, and power, we will toil in their name! The Five Years Tribal War Tarlan's Preface Dating from the 498th Year of Ezekial, the Five Years Tribal War remains the most calamitous blemish upon the legend of Ghalerion's stable existence. Its occurrence is something looked upon by the modern historians today as an event unworthy of mention, one to be omitted in detail from the history books. The Five Years Tribal War, under the reign of Gaius has been forcibly stripped down in its retelling to a mere skeleton of what flesh it truly was. Perhaps the events it retells are something to be forgotten and forged from. But some scholars would argue that such a significant incident should be taught in full to our young and enthusiastic next generation, so that they may learn from such errors. Ah, but to continue along such a route in my recitation would be to digress and concurrently risk my own livelihood as an established historian. I will do as all good historians should, and supply only the facts to which I am known and allowed, and let my audience formulate their own decision on the matter. The Text Riotous incitement. No alternative diction could supply such force and such reality as that. With the arrival of the 498th Year of Ezekial, Ghalerion as a whole sat teetering in fragility between violent conflict and peaceful coexistence. During the inaugural months of that 498th term in which Ezekial sat the Great Deity, a certain degree of control appeared to have been scattered among our powerful lords. Seen within the Deities and Eden was a certain dispersion. The divinities each began appropriating regions of control upon Ghalerion, taking fancy in the offerings and sacrifices towards their name. The mortals inhabiting the world, seeing that devotion to a single deity would bring them vivacity and prosperity, erected temples and other tangible forms of idolatry. Ultimately, the Deities would be driven to jealously and envy of one another, entering into what appeared competition for the loyal pledge of faith given by the mortals and the Kelians. This initial conflict would generate a conflict which would bring ruin upon Ghalerion. It began with Agros. Agros, whom many mortals had attracted to for her immaculate beauty, developed a firm love for her followers. Upon a single day in the 497th year of Ezekial, a visibly weak mortal in danger of having his family slaughtered for refusing to toil under a Kelian fled to Agros and made call to her for help and protection. This mortal would be consecrated by the deity and given enhanced strength and awareness so that he may protect his family. Seeing that Agros had answered the prayer of one mortal, more began building her shrines and laboring in her name so that they also may receive blessings and aid. By the time of the 498th Year of Ezekial, thousands had been blessed by Agros upon visiting her shrine in what is modern-day Calismus. Soon after, Calin became jealous of Agros holding onto such powerful followers and began calling out to the Kelians, a naturally formidable race, to call them on as his disciples. Soon after, Detsen and Lain also engaged in the activities, blessing their followers with new abilities, added longevity, or greater strength. The mortals being the largest race in number, many of them began consolidating into groups and establishing communities which would attempt to conquer regions. In combination with what the divinities had given to them, the mortals soon began challenging one another, and eventually, a single clan from the mainland would issue challenge to the Kelians. Leading this solitary tribe in what is modern-day Ghale went a man known by a single name, Cassus. This warrior, a follower of the deity Calin, amassed considerable numbers within his tribe, establishing their base on the Ghalerion mainland in a well-fortified stronghold. On a day unspoken of during that 498th Year of Ezekial, Cassus called forth his people to gather within the square of his stronghold, where he would deliver unto them a single proviso. "My people, we have felt the sting of oppression, the sorrows of toil, and the pain of living our lives without meaning long enough! On this very day, of the 498th Year of Ezekial, before the processions of the eager, before the cries of the impoverished children, before the war calls of the willing revolutionaries, I, Cassus of the Patun Tribe, declare war upon the entire Kelian race! Give me a blade and I'll give you deliverance!" According to what has been passed down of the specific incident, the people let forth a unanimous call to arms across the Patun lands, charging outwards with a fervor and passion never seen before on Ghalerion. Armed with blades and spears, slings and arrows, hearts and minds, the Patun tribe drove outwards in every direction across the mainland, slaying Kelian as they went. That infamous Patun zeal soon drew the aid of other mortal tribes across the mainland country, who also engaged in the Kelian slaughtering. At the beginning of the 499th Year of Ezekial, enthusiastic Kelian leaders began emerging, urging their people to fight back, denying their typical pacific values in favor of preserving their race and their livelihood. Many declared the mortals a pathetic lineage of creatures, unfit to remain upon Ghalerion. Many mortals responded in kind by calling out all Kelians as an oppressive breed, determined from the beginning to rid the planet of all mortal beings. The two aggressive sides developed their plea for conflict as if it had been foreordained in the annals of creation. On that 499th Year, all-out war was unleashed upon the fragile terra known as Ghalerion. The Kelians, naturally gifted in strength and speed, tore across the mainland country, rending out the very hearts of virtually any mortal unfortunate enough to cross their path, whether innocent or full of destructive passion. The mortals would meet the Kelian assaults with nothing but sheer numbers on their side, sending wave after wave of warrior sacrifices to meet the slaughtering of an angry Kelian people, the casualties not seeming to put a single dent in the tribal forces. The mainland country of Ghalerion would be stained with the blood of millions, the death toll from either side reaching unheard of heights. Cassus refused to give in, and the Kelian forces refused to be beaten by such brash leaders. Around the 502nd Year of Ezekial, the mortals began achieving a veritable psychological victory over their Kelian enemies, in that during the four years since entering into the bloody struggle, their population actually increased in number. Achieving an exponential growth rate during such a time of chaos would ultimately give the mortals the edge in this tribal war. Whereas the Kelian race could do little to repopulate themselves, let alone train up the youth in that time, the mortal population continued sending wave after wave out to the slaughter without remorse for their losses. The tribes were fierce, their tactics unorthodox and unpredictable, and their numbers virtually insurmountable. Within the next year of Ezekial's reign, the Kelians began being pushed back towards the lower east region of Ghalerion's mainland continent, their forces having taken considerable damage. And with the warfare leaving their country already in ruins at that juncture, many of the Kelian leaders and generals began losing their will to continue for something they believed worthless. A few ardent extremists would remain on their side, throwing themselves at the other side for the sake of glory, many of their tales still kept alive through the whispers of eager Kelian youth, but the majority of the remaining race determined escape to be their only option. Being isolated to the southeastern corner of the mainland landmass, they would begin construction of a sailing fleet to reach the closest uninhabited continent, a large isolated island. There, the Kelian peoples would construct themselves a peaceful dream-world, determined to flourish under a banner of harmony and goodwill. The name they would bestow upon this landmass was "Tensoku." The country, coastline shielded with mountains, would serve them incredible fortification should any extremist mortals desire to attempt an attack on their newfound homeland. By the 503rd Year of Ezekial, the Last Year, all remaining Kelians had been scattered across the Ghalerion mainland, and the Deities called a council to discuss the matter of the Tribal Wars, the state of the planet, and the ruling deity, Ezekial. On the day that such a council was held, the only deity lacking any involvement in the conflict was declared the new Great Deity, Gaius. Ezekial would be exiled from Eden and given eternal punishment for his deeds. Following the Five Years Tribal War, the tribes on the mainland continent began diverging to form their own provinces, sovereignties, and communities. With Gaius in command, the Deities also began taking more involvement in the betterment of Ghalerion and her resources, and less involvement in mortal affairs, something which would lend to the rapid expansion following the destruction. Gaius instituted a much more balanced system, and allowed each deity to bestow a blessing every hundred years. On the 1st year of Gaius, he also brought together both Kelian and mortal leaders to conference on what had happened during the war, and to smooth out remaining conflicts and differences. Both parties came to diplomatic conclusion on the matter, declaring that three of Ghalerion's seven major countries be occupied by Kelian establishment and the other four by mortal government. To this day, only three of the seven available countries have come under sovereign control during the rule of Gaius, but they have been maintained in a much more stable state than during the reign of Ezekial. Tarlan's Epilogue For the sake of balancing out the affairs of Ghalerion, Gaius also developed and gave life to various other new species on the planet, each endowed with their own special talents or abilities for the sake of keeping his planet safe and secure for generations to come. The Five Years Tribal war was the most catastrophic conflict that Ghalerion to this very day has witnessed. Only serving as one of many humble scribes etching my own portion into the tapestry that is history retold, I can only supply to all the meager facts which I feel privileged to have received on the matter. The only certainty of such incidents from our past is that we, as scholars and as citizens, are given two choices with them. We may take from such mistakes and lend the knowledge they have provided to improve ourselves and our society, or we may simply ignore them, leaving chance to find ourselves repeating the disastrous errors of antiquity once more. As only a simple scribe, I can do naught but implore that you take my offering, scholars of the future, and build upon it. Glory be to Gaius. Glory be to Ghalerion.
The Rise of Savian In the 192nd year of Gaius, on the outskirts of the impoverished farming village of Zar in a still under-developed Calismus was born a rather bland and uninspired child. If one would venture on the conjectures of the populace of that time, the boy was really quite dumb. His parentage, two relatively poor farmers and devout Criticals named the youth Savian. Growing up as a child, Savian wasn't given much to the privileges of mentally stimulating activity. He was raised on strength, power, and speed, essentially reared by his parents to aid in their crop raising for the entirety of his lifetime. Throughout the village of Zar, Savian quickly gained reputation for what the citizenry believed to be his complete absence of rational thought. He farmed. He worked. He planted crops. He pulled crops. An unassuming and far from precocious young man, he would help when he could, but would do so without recognition of any natural talents that he had possessed. He was unaware of his sheer physical prowess, and modest at heart. At the age of six years old, the child worked with such intensity that he could and would occasionally tug along oxen without the slightest bit of struggle. Villagers would describe his drive and hunger as utterly insatiable. He had willpower like none had seen, especially for one so young. On what began as a rather uneventful day during the 199th Year of Gaius, a multitude of well-suited men arrived by horseback in the settlement, bearing blades and textbooks on the same carriage. The gentlemen called gathered the general public and brought them together in the dirt-covered town center of Zar. One of them, seeming to be garbed a tad more elaborately than the others, yanked the reigns of his charger upwards to call their attention and strode forwards, poised to speak. "Dearest citizenry of humble Zar, we atop these dappled steeds have brought you together to congregation to announce that we, officials of the prestigious Sparsian Academy, pride of all beautiful Calismus, are seeking the most gifted and talented of youth in all fields for special enrollment in our academy. We have come here seeking the attention of your progeny so that we may evaluate any possible candidates for this next year of enrollment. You are all required to bring any children between the ages of six and eight forth to this place before twilight this eve." Throughout the remainder of those daylight hours, many a child came before the Sparsian officials, offering some pathetic attempt at impressing them for the sake of being accepted into the world's most renowned establishment. One after another they would be mercilessly rejected and sent weeping back to their parents, their talents deemed far inferior to Sparsian standards. In the midst of that line waiting to display their ability stood that bland, uninteresting boy, optics glazed over. It would be beyond anyone's best estimation to definitively declare the boy either apathetic or completely ignorant. In either case, his knowledge of the academy seemed more than limited. With twilight soon upon the horizon, the youth finally stepped forwards before the representatives, all of whom sat intimidating upon their mounts, already infused with a negative bias towards the coming performance. They looked on towards the boy rather disinterestedly and began their usual questioning. "How old are you, son?" one of them inquired. Savian, unmindful of even the concept of aging itself, let alone whole numbers, lowered his head while shrugging his shoulders as if to indicate that he really didn't know. Each of the Sparsian representatives would exchange almost embarrassed looks before the one from before posed another question. "My young lad, have you ever engaged in a battle?" This time, the youth was well aware of such a concept. He elevated his head with a grin and nodded heartily towards the cast. "Yes, yes, I know all about fighting." The officer elevated a brow and gave a sympathetic nod towards the youth before another barged into their exchange, questioning the boy on what exactly he had fought. "Oh, sir, I've fought'in all kinds of things. Cattle, oxen, wolves, and other stuff too." The men exchanged looks once more, thinking the child's enthusiasm to be completely born of naivete and imagination. The one who asked the very first question hopped down from his steed and gently directed it forwards towards the lad. He pulled the reigns down and placed them in his hand before glancing back towards his horse and speaking, his voice seeming to direct the words to the boy regardless. "Well, my steed here is about to buck, young one. Of course, having fought cattle, oxen, and wolves, among other things, you should effortlessly be able to hold him from elevating his legs from the earth." The man gave a solitary hardy smack against the backside of the horse before its back legs elevated and lowered, preparing to launch the front pair skywards. Within moments, it would attempt to launch its front half upwards, but found itself struggling mightily against the sturdy grip of a stubborn young farmhand. In the 207th Year of Gaius, Savian Yros graduated head of his class from the Sparsian Academy, his talents taking him directly to graduation day a full three years before normal scholars. But Savian was far from a normal scholar. During his time at Sparsian, the one who was formerly looked upon by farming villagers as 'dumber than a rock' discovered an innate talent for military tactics and strategy. He was one unparalleled in fencing, matchless in his alluring features, and especially without equal in debate. Also was he known for having gained a feared and respected reputation from faculty and students alike throughout the academy for his abnormal ability to learn and develop concepts effortlessly. The "Prodigy of Zar" didn't make it three steps from the graduation ceremonies at the academy before being approached by an aging Cyrus Soulstice III, czar of all Calismus himself. Cyrus had been greeting and congratulating every single graduate individually, and Savian, head of his class, emerged from the egress of the academy last. Cyrus stood and stared into the eyes of the youth before commending him like the others. Such a prodigy couldn't possibly be allowed to go to waste by seeking some menial job for some pathetic town or city administration. Cyrus dreamt a vision of an empire built upon the foundations of brilliant young innovation such as that brimming within the mind of Savian, and he sought out to consolidate the forces of intellect, power, creativity, and more importantly will. And from the reports received courtesy of Sparsian, not a mortal walking the planet held onto these qualities like Savian did. Cyrus pulled Savian aside and wouldn't hesitate for long before delving into the meaning of his meeting with the Sparsian phenomenon, walking along some with the aid of a single cane. "Ah, congratulations on your graduation from the academy, Savian. You know, you're the first graduate we've ever had to leave the academy at such an age. You must be quite proud of yourself." Cyrus gave a reassuring smile to the teenager, a grin that almost seemed all-too familiar, as if Savian had seen it a countless number of times previously. "I suppose so. Just glad to be through with it, if you'd like some honestly, my lord." "Haha, well at least that attitude shows signs of enthusiasm. You know, the future of our bountiful country entirely depends on you," Cyrus gave another smirk after concluding this time, the surface meaning of his words far from their actual depth. "Well, I wouldn't go that far, my lord," Savian flashed his own brilliant set of teeth in response to the aging czar, but this time found the reaction of his walking companion rather unexpected, as his countenance assumed one of almost grave seriousness. "Savian, there is a reason I have come to speak with you like this. I want you to look directly into my eyes, Savian. I want you to look at me. Do you see this? Do you see the loss of what was once a beautiful face? Do you see the elderly features, the inability to stand up without the aid of this blasted walking stick? My dear lad, I speak with you for much more important reasons beyond acknowledging your departure from this prestigious institution. Savian, I want you to listen to me right now, and give your heart to the words that I'm about to tell you." Savian only nodded, focusing intently on every syllable which would escape the leader's lips, allowing every section of his speech to register. "Ghalerion is growing, my lad. Growing more rapidly than any of the current world leaders can keep up with. Ghale is on the verge of falling into chaos, Tensoku is far too isolated to maintain perspective, the other countries can't establish a government which will last more than a year, and I am far too aged and have lost far too much stamina to keep up with the expansion that Calismus has been seeing. What I have established is a mere foundation, the groundwork for an empire capable of controlling the majority of this Gaia. But I have grown far too incompetent and weak in my old age to continue building it. I have laid the first boards, Savian. And of every mortal walking this planet, I want you to erect the walls. I want you to construct the roof. And you, Savian Yros of Zar, will be the one to throw open those doors when it is all completed." Savian caught sight of the slight trembling lower lip of the old man, his eyes seeming to have calmed during his discourse. Cyrus placed a palm proudly on the shoulder of Savian and closed his eyes, shutting them evermore to the struggles of his position atop the world's fastest growing empire. "I have searched ceaselessly for a successor, and on this day of the 207th Year of Gaius, I have finally found one."
The Trial of Ezekial As documented by Xenon "Record from the Trial of Ezekial" The deities have gathered in the great white hall of their vast and glorious kingdom. Gaius sits upon the great white throne, once occupied by Ezekial himself, the other deities sit on either side of him. Ezekial has been chained to the floor in front of them. His once ominous glow has now faded. Gaius speaks. "Ezekial, our once great and noble leader. You lay here today among your fellow deities because great tragedy has struck our creation. Our mortals, our Kelians, our vast lands of Ghalerion are in ruin. Your government of our lands has gone astray, you, have caused havoc on our once peaceful lands. Your rule has been stripped from you. What have you to say Ezekial?" Ezekial lay on the floor, never casting his eyes away from the shimmering stone floor. Ezekial speaks. "Free will, which was my design for the many peoples of Ghalerion, they have chosen their own paths. You forsake me my brothers and sisters? You blame me for their perils? I have nothing to say to any of you." The deities talk amongst themselves. Gaius once again speaks. "Free will it may be, but you are still to blame my brother. For this you must be punished. We have come to a decision, since you have caused havoc among Ghalerion you will know how our creations feel, you will live like they live. Eat, Sleep, Pleasure will be your instinct, like them all you will thrive for it. Ezekial, once wise and noble deity of high, you will walk the earth as mortal man for the rest of eternity." The deities rise from their seats, the white gowns illuminating the room. They all simultaneously raise their right hands toward Ezekial. Some kind of powerful blinding light escapes their hands as a pillar surrounds Ezekial. Ezekial is gone, no longer in the Great White Hall. Banishment is the decree. The account was recorded in full, but only fragments of Xenon's document were made public. The deities make one final decree. "On today, the last day of the last year of Ezekial, call across the land that we have entered the era of Gaius!"
The Map of Known Ghalerion Posted by: Kouketsu at 17:17:29, 01/13/10.
| The History In the beginning, there was chaos. And from chaos arose a single establishment. An establishment solidified in daunting perfection. Eden. And borne of this absolute Eden were six. Six shouldered with the responsiblity of creation. They would be given the mold with which to shape the very essence of soulful being. It would be their combined efforts which would give way to a solitary orb among the vast cosmos, known as Ghalerion. Upon this terra firma, they would give breath to the first inhabitants of their creation. They were of a blessed race, known throughout Ghalerion history today as the Kelians. Their bodies were infused with incredible strength and powers of manipulating matter into energy to which people would now attribute the name 'magic'. These Kelians would, in return for such a blessing, establish throughout the land shrines and temples in dedication to these deities. It was their faith in the judgment of the deities which ultimately allowed them to retain their unusual abilities. After the creation of these beings, it was decreed among the deities that one would come to absolute power in hopes of establishing a stable system with which to govern the heavenly and mortal worlds. The first deity chosen for such a task was the one known to the Kelians as 'Ezekial'. Ezekial played a critical role in the first half-millenium of Ghalerion in his role as supreme deity. In the 200th Year of Ezekial, he established a tradition still held to today, which would be that on every 100th year dating from then on, the deities would allot a blessing to the people. In that inaugural year of such an event, the Kelians asked for purely mortal beings for their planet with which they could further develop their society with pure man-power as opposed to exerting their personal supernatural abilities. It was a mighty desire, but one that Ezekial fulfilled almost too well. He and the deities populated Ghalerion with these beings absent of extraordinary capabilities. In that 200th Year of Ezekial, Ghalerion commenced towards the existence that we see today, as the mortals, under the watchful eye of the deities and with the helpful education given by the Kelians began constructing their own society. But things did not last so harmoniously. Soon, the Kelians became zealous in their leanings towards the deities and thought themselves invincible with their protection. It was due to this that the powerful race began oppressing the mortals of Ghalerion. They were forced to toil their days away, erecting ornate temples and detailed statues in the image of the deities. Over a three hundred year period, the mortals grew in numbers exponentially while the Kelian population remained rather constant. During this time, they had also crafted what would be the first weapons while concurrently increasing their knowledge of the worlds of people above them. Many inhabitants made a shift towards certain deities, expecting their protection in return for their pledge of loyalty. This shift towards faith produced an adverse effect for all those involved. The deities soon became jealous of one another. Because of this, many began defying the laws of Ezekial and granting certain mortals enhanced strength, speed, and longevity. Soon, the mortals divided themselves into tribes and primitive countries. It was at this time, on the 498th Year of Ezekial, that the mortals declared war upon the Kelians. For five years, vicious battles were fought across Ghalerion between the Kelians and the mortals, effectively killing much of both their populations. When all was said in done, in the 503rd Year of Ezekial, the Last Year, the mortals had swept from the main continent all Kelians. The deities placed the blame on Ezekial. He was ousted from power and exiled from their heavenly kingdom to walk the planet itself, powerless. Taking his place was the strongest of the original six deities, Gaius. Gaius established a much more stable system among the deities, directing them to each remain separate from the others and maintain their own sector of the heavens while remaining separated from mortal affairs. On his first 100 Year Blessing, each deity would now be allowed to give a blessing to the people should they desire. We now find ourselves in the 217th Year of Gaius. Posted by: Kouketsu at 17:06:30, 01/13/10.
| Historians & Scribes Xenon the Divine ScribeXenon is a rather odd entity, existing primarily to serve as record-keeper to the Deities and Eden. Originally crafted directly from Eden and not the Deities as the gatekeeper to Eden, Xenon's duties were soon shifted to scribing down events of all time and all ages throughout the inhabited cosmos and giving access to these documents only when absolutely necessary. On more than one occasion, Xenon has traversed the entire groundland of Ghalerion, and on his first journey created the first world map of the planet. Tarlan the ScribeWithout question, it is said that no mortal, Kelian, or any other living being inhabiting Ghalerion holds more knowledge than Tarlan. Dubbed the official "Ghalerion Scribe and Historian", Tarlan Deltross was raised with his brother Darlan by Kelian monks on Mount Ipes in Tensoku. He and his brother then sailed across to the mainland continent and split ways once arriving in Ghale's capital city, Ghalerion. It was here that Tarlan made the decision to become a scribe and began studying on all events throughout Ghalerion's history. Seeking the guidance and wisdom of the noble Xenon, Tarlan became his disciple. After studying with Xenon, Tarlan took to the world and began again collecting information and scribing down any and all events of which he learned, from the most trifling to the most significant. The compendium of complete knowledge that is the mind of Tarlan is said to be a thing incomparable. Institutions Taverns of GhaleThe seemingly endless list of Ghaleon taverns has given the country a most disreputable reputation for sleaze and criminal activity. But these taverns are world famous institutions, many of which built upon hard work and dedication, and the country only owes that reputation to the character of the people who frequent it, not the taverns themselves. The Taverns of Ghale line nearly every roadside and are open and hospitable to virtually any kind of character, both a blessing and a curse to the activity there. It's far from rare to happen upon a scuffle within one and to make it through the entire night with your drink in tranquility is even more rare. The taverns seem to have been instantly labeled as seedy institutions and for that, seem to have instantly drawn a crowd to match the description. Fights, explosions, robberies, and all sorts of criminal dealings can be found throughout many taverns, although there are still a good number around that specialize in maintaining peace. Sparsian AcademyThere is no institution throughout the entirety of Ghalerion more famous than the Sparsian Academy in Sparsia, Calismus. Established in the 150th Year of Gaius, the Academy has turned out world famous scholars, warriors, musicians, and artists alike. Known for it's rigorous instructing schedules and fervent dedication to seeking out and acquiring people with natural talent, Sparsian holds a reputation second to none, and is credited alone for turning the city of Sparsia into the high-class beacon that it has become. The Sparsian Academy specializes in teaching fencing, artistry, musicianship, philosophy and theology, along with an incredible history program that educates its students on the true story of Ghalerion. Students there are also introduced to 'magic' in the final courses before their graduating year, allowing for them to finally gain full cultural understanding of the world of Ghalerion. Students of all races, creeds, genders, and classes are allowed at Sparsian, the only discriminating trait in relation to being enrolled being the talent, ability, and drive of the student. Most students who enroll are also expected to live at the Academy for the entirety of their instruction, acquiring more knowledge outside of class from their peers and other faculty. Temple of TensokuThe Temple of Tensoku is arguably the most famous sanctuary in the world, drawing in millions of Kelians yearly in pilgrimage to the Deities and Eden. The temple stands as a mammoth height, towering in the city of Kyousha, and apparently capable of holding tens of thousands of people at one time. The bishops living within it are said to be blessed by Gaius and some are even direct descendents of the very first Kelians. Inside the temple, one will immediately notice the massive arches running down a single middle aisle, leading directly to six artifacts celebrating the Deities. These idols within the temple are worshipped and offered small sacrifice during pilgrimages there, and some would say that their position within the temple is the closest point in the entire world to Eden. Udorist SanctuaryThe Udorist Sanctuary is a temple built by the followers of the Udorist movement, those who believe Ezekial should be restored to absolute power and the rest of the Deities should be stripped of their own. The sanctuary, a massive cathedral, lies in the northwestern corner of Ghalerion, across a small sea from the mainland continent, and is obscured by thick forests in nearly every direction. Erected almost completely by a single tribe living in that area, it stands as a symbol to the influence that Ezekial still holds, even after falling from grace. Only mortals and Vykens are allowed within the sanctuary, although all races take part in the Udorist movement. Ezekial himself is the Archbishop of the cathedral, but his whereabouts currently are unknown, and in his wake, access to it has become extremely restricted. Trained and armed sentry are posted around every possible entrance all hours of the day, preventing only established and proven Udorists from entering it. Fortress of DameThe Fortress of Dame stands as a massive citadel emerging from the center of Dame and has served the populace of the state for many years. Its governor and primary architect, Hanslo, designed the building some fifty years ago, and built it with the aid of the citizens. Only once have its foundation and fortifications even been questioned, during the Great Siege of Dame in the 180th Year of Gaius. But even in the conclusion of that conflict was the great fortress left standing just as it is today. Bathhouse at CelestiaWhether it's the relaxing atmosphere, the hot steam baths, or the beautiful women in every visible direction, none can dispute that the Bathhouse at Celestia is one of Calismus' greatest gifts to Ghalerion. Classically designed with towering marble pillars and matching marble floors that sparkle all hours of the day, it's easy to become overwhelmed upon entering and taking that long procession down the Celestial Hall towards the actual bathhouse. But all fears and worries are soon put to rest as one finally makes their way into the main chamber and can see nothing beyond refreshing wisps of sultry steam and equally sultry women in every direction. But the Celestial experience doesn't stop at the steam baths. Massages can also be purchased and on your first visit, they're completely complimentary. And the divine experience continues on, as the right and left halls from the main chamber lead to the east and west wings where you can catch a stage show at the theatre or a fencing match on the sports ground. The Celestia Bathhouse attempts and nearly always delivers the most relaxing experience found in all of Calismus and perhaps all of Ghalerion. Courtyards at CalismaDirectly next to Celestia, Calisma is the capital of all Calismus and essentially harbors only one home, that being the chateau of Savian Yros himself. The towering exterior of the chateau presents a most intimidating portrait, but its effect on one's emotion pales in comparison to the beauty of the inner courtyards. Four lush and thriving gardens split by a cobble-stone walking path make up the Courtyards at Calisma, one of Calismus' most excessive and most valued possessions. Directly in the center of the four gardens and splitting the walking paths is a large fountain shaped as an angel, a divine touch to the area. At any given time in one of the four gardens, a visitor can be expected to see an instructor lecturing some interested students, watch a fencing match between Lord Savian himself and a partner, view some members of Savian's court relaxing and lounging about, or even hear a calming melody played by one of the court's many musicians, accompanied by dancing. The Four Gardens and the Courtyards at Calisma are the epitome of classical elegance and incomparable to any other sight in all of Ghalerion. Posted by: Kouketsu at 17:01:23, 01/13/10.
| Ghalerion is a vast world comprised of seven major countries, three currently occupied by rulers, the countries of Ghale, Tensoku, and Calismus. Ghale is a home to legions of Adventurers and Daredevils alike. In these times of recovering chaos, the people of Ghale are without a ruler and anarchy is rising throughout the streets. Tensoku remains Ghalerion's only currently peaceful country, ruled by a humble and giving nobility that have been trained in the ancient arts of magic so as to protect their citizens. Calismus is currently Ghalerion's dominating power, ruled by a vicious war-mongering monarchy searching perpetually for more power. And in spite of these times, there are uprisings about throughout the world. Tribes from the unidentified countries are quickly gaining strength and amassing their primitive forces. The deities above have become slack in their watchful duties and the people are beginning to lose faith. At the heart of all this conflict are the people. The people who have a choice left to them: to save Ghalerion or let it fall to pieces before their very eyes. Ghalerion is home to people of all types, all genders, all creeds and all classes, creating a diverse world capable of producing adventure, mystery, intrigue, and anything else within the realm of your imagination. Critical to this world is an extensive cast of players that help to retell Ghalerion's history while simultaneously shaping their own. In Ghalerion, one can stake their claim, build their legacy, and play an integral part in the history that we create. Roleplayers of all types and competent skill levels are welcome to join and help to shape the very world itself! Cities & Settlements Ghale: City of GhalerionThe city of Ghalerion is the capital city of all Ghale, situated in the southwestern corner of the country. Ghalerion is known for having become a rather seedy town over the past five years, and also holds a reputation for the greatest taverns that the world has known. The Rynhart Estate, abandoned some five years ago now, lies at the southern end of the town, uninhabited and looming over the rest of the city, closed in by intimidating gates. During the day, Ghalerion can be seen teeming with all sorts of vendors with all sorts of items, along with the few families brave enough to live there. Ghalerion really doesn't shine, though, until the evening comes around. Pubs and taverns are usually packed full and the lamps hung along the street give Ghalerion a completely picturesque luminance along the charming cobble-stone streets, a beauty that contrasts with the actual content of the city's character. Inns also line the streets, intermixing between the pubs and general stores, and are usually only checked into for a single night, as very seldom does someone traveling through Ghalerion intend to stay in Ghalerion. DameDame is the last beacon of hope remaining among Ghaleon cities, completely dignified and equally as beautiful. Dame is essentially closed in by a massive retaining wall which outlines the many acres enclosed inside. Emerging directly from the center of this near-perfect shape is the Fortress of Dame, elegantly designed but incredibly fortified. From overhead, Dame is designed with almost flawless symmetry, houses aligned in parallel rows to either side of the central stronghold, the streets and roads in between magnificently paved and immaculately clean. Directly before the fortress, in the town's famed square, stands a statue of their governor, Hanslo, atop his steed. The people of Dame are known throughout Ghale for their friendliness and hospitality, but also for their courage and valor on the battlefield. Every single eligible person within the city's walls is enlisted in Dame's militia, and their governor Hanslo has lead them to victory many many times. In it's history, Dame has only faced one major threat, a siege in the 180th Year of Gaius, but today remains essentially protected and secure, and the people live in complete comfort. Mount FocalorThe towering Mount Focalor in northern Ghale remains one of the mainland continent's most beautiful and yet most feared natural monuments. The towering peaks have only been touched by a very small number of men, none of which returning the same as they went up. The southside of the mountain leads down to the Harborym Valley, equally as beautiful but just as feared. On the eastern side of the mountain, a small community of Vykens has developed, who believe the mountain to be essentially harmless. It is still relatively unexplored though, and to even consider journeying to its peak is something regarded as insane. Harborym ValleyThe lush Harborym Valley lies on the southern side of Mount Focalor, burried in a beautiful shade of emerald green. The valley is well known for the Harborym Falls, a sight that many adventurers have attempted to reach, but few have succeeded in actually seeing. It is said that beneath the falls lay a series of deep caves which were once traversed by a general of Ghale known as Orias. Unfortunately, Orias and his men never returned from the caves and only artifacts of their journey there remain. Tensoku: TatsumaTatsuma is the capital city of Tensoku and a province established briefly after the country's inception. Ruled by a noble Herald, Tatsuma is a hotbed of activity in Tensoku. The world's first established school during the reign of Gaius is in Tatsuma, and still runs to this day, teaching young Kelians the arts of magic and the history of their faith and existence. Tatsuma is also where the Elders of Tensoku meet in their administrative court and on occasion gather the people of the entire country for celebrations. Physically, the city is noted for being mostly desert lands, but has been carefully cultivated to provide for its citizenry. KyoushaKyousha is famed for its impressive "Temple of Tensoku", a veritable wonder of the world standing in at a height taller than most mountains, a massive sanctuary capable of holding thousands in attendance at one time. The Temple of Tensoku draws millions of Kelians annually, coming to pay homage to whichever deity they hold loyalty to, and to give thanks to Gaius and Eden for what they have been provided over the past year. The original Temple of Tensoku is said to be even more massive than the current one, but was apparently destroyed during a physical engagement between two of the deities. Mount IpesAtop the great Mount Ipes live small clans of Kelian monks, dedicated to scribing out the legends and events of the world and giving daily prayer and dedication to the Deities. The monks of Mount Ipes are also well known for taking in and raising children of all races and creeds, teaching them a life of piety, study, and dedication. Its peak was the location of the deity Lain's 100th Year Blessing, in which the land of Tensoku was made holy and Mount Ipes was granted sanctuary. Furthermore, the people living atop it are the most devout followers in all of Tensoku, and arguably the most hospitable. Calismus: SparsiaThe city of Sparsia is older than Calismus itself and revered throughout the world, particularly for its famous academy. Its beautiful classical design and rows of manors and palaces have made it virtually the aristocratic capital of the entire world, as it contains a populace of only the highest social standing and most elevated sophistication. Sparsia draws gentry from the world over, and most would do everything short of give their own life just for an opportunity to live there. The famed Sparsian Academy glimmers in the center of the city, the massive edifice a symbol of the perfection for which Sparsia strives. The Academy has yet to turn out a single poor quality student and is recognized for turning out the best and being able to whip into shape any pathetic student, as long as they have talent. Sparsia routinely seeks out fresh and gifted children and scholars for its student body and faculty today, and through reputation has given Sparsia a relatively large amount of sway in Calismian politics. CelestiaCelestia is both the oldest and largest city on the entire mainland continent, harboring a population of over 300,000 citizens. The Celestial Army alone is one major sector of Calismus' entire military, totaling some 75,000 well-trained soldiers. The city was established during the reign of Ezekial and lasted through the entire Five Years Tribal War unscathed. It is well noted for being the hometown of many prominent world figures, the most widely recognized being the Soulstice family. Savian's largest palace is in Celestia, directly across from the palace of the Soulstice family, and the two solitary spires which emerge from the two manors can be seen from miles outside of the city. Celestia is one of Ghalerion's most active cultural centers, a meeting place for people from all around the world to come annually. Known for holding countless festivals, celebrations, tournaments, and other great gatherings, it has housed many famed figures, including valiant warriors, great politicians, renowned performers, and more. The Bathhouse at Celestia is also one of Ghalerion's greatest institutions. Open to anyone and everyone who can afford it, the bathhouse has seen more than its fair share of celebrities and common men. The women who work the Bathhouse at Celestia are also said to be the most divine creatures walking Calismus, immaculate in every single feature. ZarZar is a small village town on the border between Calismus and Ghale, situated in the southeast corner of the country. Zar essentially exists today as a poor farming town, just as it always has been, but is nationally recognized for being the birthplace of Savian Yros, Czar of Calismus. EpsymEpsym is one of the two celebrated 'Mirror Cities' directly in the center of Calismus. Famous for the annual tournament held there which draws fighters from the world around, it has become somewhat of a training grounds and also an essential stop for any voyaging warrior. Throughout the city are world-famous craft shops which turn out weapons and armor deemed flawless and lining the roads of Epsym are taverns, inns, and combat facilities, where many come from throughout Calismus to engage in sport. It is rumored that Savian is considering constructing a massive private garden in Epsym, in which to keep his fencing skills razor sharp. AgaresThe other 'Mirror City' directly in central Calismus, the buildings and roads of Agares are designed to be a mirror image of the city directly across the Soulstice River, Epsym. Agares differs from Epsym however, in that it is home to many cathedrals and churches. Most mortals journey to Agares on spiritual journeys or when in search of something and unaware of where to turn to, considering it to be consecrated and in direct connection with Gaius and the other deities. The city has always been a religious haven and provides refuge to Criticals, Udorists, and naturally, followers of the Deities alike. Races The Mortals of GhalerionThe mortals are, most of the time, an average race which require much more effort and determination to attain strength, speed, power, or the ability to wield things such as magic. Borne out of the Kelians' need for help in serving the Deities, mortals were given significantly less natural talent and ability than the Kelians, as their primary duty was to serve them throughout their lifetime. The mortals, though, eventually began construction of their own society in which they would build shrines, homes, and other facilities they declared only accessible by mortals. They also began to establish tribes and build their own communities. Despite these advances in personal freedom, the mortals still remained oppressed by the Kelian peoples for an extensive period of time, nearly 500 years of servitude In the 498th Year of Ezekial, the mortals revolted. As the bickering deities began accepting sacrifices of loyalty and returning those prayers with blessings, the mortals gained strength and eventually some tribes began slaughtering the Kelians. Eventually they would fight back against the mortals, though, and would do so mercilessly and in full force. The outcome of the Five Years Tribal War, however, would be in favor of the mortal peoples, who essentially drove the Kelians off the entire Ghalerion mainland continent (Modern day Ghale and Calismus). Currently, it is the mortals who dominate the majority of Ghalerion's land. They have established governments in the countries of Ghale and Calismus, and have also occupied the territory of other soon-to-be countries. There is no doubt that at this time in Ghalerion, most focus seems to be on the mortal peoples, who perhaps are becoming too comfortable and too overconfident with their standing... The Kelian RaceThe Kelians are the first and original race established on Ghalerion, created directly by the Deities, and are, in general, physically gifted in comparison to most mortals. But to level out this advantage, their numbers lack severely and it is much more difficult for Kelian women to conceive children. The Kelians were molded into creation by the Deities to watch over and take care of Ghalerion for the entirety of their life. Born into essential servitude, all Kelians take an oath at the age of ten, swearing to pledge the remainder of their life to serving the Deities and toiling in their names. Most Kelian peoples eventually adopt a single deity to pledge most of their labor to. During their first 200 years serving the Deities, the Kelians developed and honed the techniques which they were blessed with, primarily the ability to manipulate matter directly into various forms of energy, channeling it through different mediums such as fire, wind, and other natural elements. The concept generally is known today as 'magic', although only scholars and people of upper class society (The minority of mortals) outside of the Kelian civilization itself actually have knowledge of it. On the eve of the 200th Year of Ezekial, the Kelians were called together to ask for their blessing from Ezekial, and their request was the creation of mortal peoples. The mortals were borne of the Kelians desire to have lesser beings, capable of multiplying much quicker and therefore capable of doing some degree of their work for them, much like the Deities creation of the Kelians themselves. This would soon lead, though, to much conflict between the three levels of creation, primarily between the Kelians and the mortals. During the Five Years Tribal War of the final years of Ezekial's reign, a great majority of the Kelian peoples were slaughtered at the hands of the mortals and those remaining were forced to flee to a comparatively small, fortified island continent in Eastern Ghalerion. They would establish a society there on this country, which they called "Tensoku", a peaceful society in which all members of all classes of society could live harmoniously together. The VykensThe Vykens are a relatively new race which evolved over time since the beginning of Gaius' reign. Following the catastrophic events of the Five Years Tribal War, Gaius thought it appropriate to create many more new species on the world of Ghalerion, for the sake of balancing out the duties of maintaining his planet. One of the first of these species were known as 'Vykes', creatures similar to the now-extinct 'wolf', although they were imbued with more supernatural abilities and walked on two hind legs. Over time, the Vykes began to breed with small tribal sectors of mortals on the mainland continent, giving birth to the first 'Vykens'. The hybrid-creature known as a 'Vyken' assumes the general appearance of a regular walking mortal, although shares many characteristics of vykes, such as the wolf-like head and fur. Physically and mentally, Vykens are stronger than both regular mortals and the few remaining regular Vykes. To this point, many still remain in tribes across the ungoverned countries of Ghalerion and have created small, prosperous communities. The Vykens live in peace with the mortal peoples, but are far from hesitant to engage in battle to defend a community member. The CarybsCreated directly following the Five Years Tribal War at the will of Gaius, Carybs (Female: Caryb; male: Carub; General: Caryb) are relatively common, pixie-like creatures. Ultimately, they appear the form of a petite mortal, although some breeds have been known to be born with rather odd features, including wings, horns, and a few with the ability to use magic. All breeds are born with supernatural speed, even faster than that of the Kelians, although this leaves them severely lacking in the strength department. The regular breeds though can often assimilate into mortal communities without notice of their actual race. The Carybs are generally peaceful, but many, primarily those inhabiting the country of Ghale, have gained the reputation of seducers and seductresses. Also, many female Carybs have been spotted adorning the side of influential political figures in the countries of Calismus and Ghale, taking on an almost trophy-like position to some rather insensitive world leaders. Other Races, Species, and groupsBecause of the end results of the Five Years Tribal War, many new species and variations of races have been created since the beginning of Gaius' rule. He has implemented various new species and allowed for cross breeding in many cases so that different creatures may develop that are superior in their ability to maintain the various parts of his world. Well-recognized among these other groups include vampires, demons (Those born mortals but evolved to use super-natural abilities, sometimes including magic), Meleans (Very rare mortal-Kelian half-breeds), among many many other creatures walking Ghalerion. Deities Ezekial the AbsoluteNo longer 'the Absolute' today, Ezekial was arguably the most lax of the Deities following their creation, but was placed in absolute power regardless. For nearly 500 years, he watched over and ruled Ghalerion, giving birth to two races in his time, the Kelians and the mortals. It was his mistake in only creating two kinds of people and making them unequal in nature and class which lead to the disastrous Five Years Tribal War, something which ultimately removed Ezekial from power. Gaius the MightyGaius has ruled for over two hundred years and proved himself most wise and benevolent. The most physically strong of the Deities and easily the most perceptive, he was the only deity not involved in the catastrophe of the Five Years Tribal War, and because of this, was placed as the new Great Deity. His physical strength is matchless across the entire cosmos and it was Gaius who actually crafted the spherical shape of Ghalerion with his bare hands. Of all the current deities still in power, Gaius is by far the most followed and the most praised. Most mortals turn to him as their savior and protector, and pledge their unyielding allegiance to him. Lain the ForgivingLain rules as the forgiving Deity, the one to whom people turn when seeking pardon for their sins. The Kelian peoples turned to Lain for reconciliation and forgiveness after the Five Years Tribal War and the establishment of Tensoku, and he was so moved that on his first 100 Year Blessing, he consecrated the entire country and granted sanctuary and divine protection to Mount Ipes there. It's rare to find a full-breed Kelian who doesn't pledge their complete allegiance to Lain. He primarily watches over the Eastern sector of Ghalerion, particularly where Tensoku is located, and has provided them with resources in spite of their desert location. It was also Lain who finally ended the physical dispute between Detsen and Agros that nearly destroyed the Tensoku Temple. Calin the WarriorOne of two female deities, Calin is both wise and sought after by many mortals of Ghalerion, hoping to achieve a blessing from her. The name 'the Warrior' couldn't be more appropriate, as she has been known to dispute with Detsen and Agros very often when either of them gets involved in mortal affairs. The name was given after Calin in a heated engagement challenged Ezekial to a fencing match within Eden. Calin has many followers throughout northern Calismus and Ghale, and into the un-governed countries to the north as well. Considered 'the Warrior', many soldiers and generals also make their prayers and blessings to her before entering battle. It is said that whichever side has gained the favor of Calin, whether outnumbered five to one or one thousand to one will come out the victor. Detsen the BenevolentDetsen the Benevolent is one of two deities (The other being Agros) that commonly take a mortal form and make direct contact with the people. He has been known eternally for his dashing features and kind spirit, although his desire to help people has often gotten in the way of the aspirations of other deities, primarily Agros. Ultimately, Detsen seeks out the people just as much as they seek out his blessing. Known to be almost too kind in bestowing abilities and powers upon desperate people, Detsen is sought after highly. Agros the BeautifulOne of the only deities who makes direct contact with mortal and Kelian peoples, Agros is known throughout Ghalerion for her perfect beauty. Endowed with some degree of vanity, she has often been given to throwing out blessings and aid to those who can charm her spirit or offer sacrifice to her stunning features. Agros also has more temples raised in her honor than any other Deity, and it's far from uncommon to find ivory statues of her flawless frame adorning cities throughout the entire mainland continent. Because of her personality, Agros has also found herself engaged in confrontation with the other Deities more than enough times. She has often argued with Detsen, who also takes a form among the mortals, claiming that he involves himself too much in the affairs of the undeserving. Leaders & Prominent Figures The Rynhart FamilyDirectly following the Gyperion Tribal War of the 32nd Year of Gaius, the Eldenhart family conquered and made claim to the lands which they would attribute the name Ghale. Over the next 110 years, three Eldenharts passed through the throne of Ghale, but during the 144th Year of Gaius, Lord Gustav Eldenhart, 3rd Lord Baron of Ghale passed away while still on the throne, leaving behind no children to assume his place as successor. The aristocracy of Ghale was thrust into a frenzy over who should succeed their pious lord baron, and all seemed to desire the spot. To put to conclusion the issue over the throne, the aristocracy called together a council of all Lord Eldenhart's former advisors and would bring them before the public in debate and campaign, allowing the people to decide the successor. One former advisor and the only blood relation to Lord Eldenhart, his young cousin by the name of Geldyn Rynhart, engaged in a fierce crusade for the position, his vigorous speech that day before the people giving him the edge that he longed for. "Citizens of Ghale, with the passing of Lord Gustav Eldenhart, we find ourselves at a most catastrophic juncture. We are limited in our options for procession from this crossroads, but I implore you with my heart to lend me your vote of confidence, and I will in return lend you my strength! I will lend you my soul, my heart, and most importantly my ears! We, the common man, are the pride of this sovereignty! We form the backbone of this entire nation! The great Lord Eldenhart always spoke of how he desired honor, courage, pride, honesty, loyalty, and hospitality throughout his country. Join with me to bring to Ghale the reality of his dream!" It was without question that in that 144th Year of Gaius, Geldyn Rynhart would take the throne as Lord Geldyn Rynhart, 4th Lord Baron of Ghale. The Rynhart clan maintained a hardened stand as ruling family, instituting a guard force and setting up provincial governments throughout Ghale. In the 192nd Year of Gaius, after a long and respected reign, Geldyn Rynhart gave up his throne to his successor and son, Geldyn Rynhart II. Lord Rynhart II began his reign with a relatively stable government in position. He gave birth to a healthy young son a few years into his rule and later on two daughters. Beginning in the 208th Year of Gaius, calls were being made throughout Ghale for an uprising against the Rynhart family. They were described as neglectful, excessive, and far from caring to their populace. Suddenly, in the 212th Year of Gaius, the Rynhart family mysteriously disappeared from Ghale. It is rumored that the son still lingers somewhere in the country and that the other four members of the immediate family are hidden away in Calismus, but the rumors are far from proven by any reliable evidence. Savian YrosSavian Yros was born a poor farm boy in the impoverished Calismian village of Zar. Throughout his youth, he was recognized by the citizenry for nothing beyond the sheer brute strength that he acquired being a young farmhand. Eventually, word reached the Sparsian Academy of his talents and he was taken from his parents and reared there, where his talents would be taken and elevated to their full potential. It was during his stay at the academy that he was nationally recognized for his talents and skills, graduating at the top of his class. On the very same day in which he graduated from Sparsian, Savian was approached by one Cyrus Soulstice, Czar of Calismus. Cyrus approached Savian and announced him the successor to his place atop Calismus. At the young age of 17, Savian finally assumed complete control of the throne and immediately entered the position with broad aspirations for its future. He would soon begin expansion in all immediate directions, assimilating tribes and bringing much more innovation and technology to the already far-advanced Calismian society. Savian believed it was Cyrus' dream to create this futuristic paradise, his own technological utopia, and so he placed all his efforts into building such a creation. Savian on the battlefield is known for his believed supernatural strength and ability, traits that were developed from the moment he could walk during his time on the farm in Zar. He's believed to be a genius tactician and ruthless in combat. Savian in the courtyard is well-recognized and greatly desired due to his dashing features and almost mystical allure, not to mention the appeal of his comfortable position of power among the world's leaders. Nothing short of peerlessly charming, absurdly sophisticated, and enthusiastically arrogant, Savian has gained as much reputation globally for his personality a diplomatic and military achievements. The Elders of TensokuThe Tensoku Elders appear as an almost mystical council of Kelians which have assumed administrative control of the island country for generations, the current council direct descendants of the Kelians blessed by Lain. A most furtive and mysterious group in their executive dealings, very few have knowledge of how to become a Tensoku elder or of what they actually do behind closed doors. Their identities are common knowledge among the populace, and they are often seen mingling directly with them, but very rarely do they even give mention to their position. Known to only few historians are the general facts of why the Tensoku Elders are who they are. Most would attribute their position to the vast knowledge they hold of the planet and the enormous well of strength and energy that they possess, that rarely seen 'magic' which they hold. It is believed that to challenge an Elder of Tensoku would be to ask for one's own death. But in general, their powers are rarely seen or used at all. They are wise and generous councilmen and vigilantly watch over and protect their country, and put the majority of their effort into maintaining peace and tranquility. Ezekial the Powerful (Human Ezekial)Immediately following his banishment to walk the planet as a mortal being, Ezekial aspired to regain some degree of control within Ghalerion. It was during this time that he established his own separate faith upon Ghalerion, one determined to plea that Eden restore him to power as a single lone god to reign over the cosmos. Ezekial wouldn't allow the people knowledge of his true identity, but gained a significant following regardless. This group came to be known as Udorists (Udor = "restoration" in Kelian), those who desired Ezekial's return to absolute power within Eden. Ezekial assumed a title of "Ezekial the Powerful" soon afterwards and became an archbishop of the movement. This Ezekial traversed Ghalerion's mainland continent and sent his disciples in all directions, attempting to increase the following of the Udorists, and did so with some level of success. Communities belonging to an un-governed country off the mainland continent in the northwest corner of Ghalerion began clamoring to the Udorist restoration effort and began constructing ornate cathedrals dedicated to Ezekial. Most of the movement on the mainland continent, however, dispersed as quickly as it amalgamated. Ezekial's exact location now is unknown, but he still resides as primary archbishop of the Official Udorist Sanctuary, a massive cathedral buried in the thick of northwestern Ghalerion. Cyrus Soulstice IIICyrus Seig Soulstice III, born and raised in the town of Celestia in the region that would later become Calismus. At the age of 25, Cyrus was appointed head of the Council for the Industrial Advancement of Ghalerion that was established by the mortals in Ghale to bring technological revolution to the planet. It didn't take long before Cyrus' intentions with the project were fully known to all those mortals involved. He intended to stake claim on the ungoverned half of the mainland continent and from it develop a scientific utopia. In the 182nd Year of Gaius, Cyrus would name this land Calismus, which in ancient Kelian meant "Revolution". The boundary lines of the country would extend from Ghale in the east all the way to the western edge of the mainland continent, although still to this day Calismus has yet to occupy even 3/4 of the intended territory, still having to fend with revolting tribes. Throughout Cyrus' reign however, these tribes provided very little resistance to his sheer drive. In fact, the majority of them assimilated. Following an incredibly successful reign from the 182nd Year all the way to the 207th Year, Cyrus eventually stepped down from his position as the Czar of Calismus and gave the title to his successor, the Prodigy of Zar, Savian Yros. In his 25 year reign as czar, Cyrus brought about more technological advancement in his country than had been seen in over half a millennia. He acquired significant numbers of colonies off of the mainland continent, in addition to more central territory and has established a flourishing economy during the height of his regime. Darlan the Wise of Sparsian AcademyDarlan Deltross, otherwise known throughout the world as 'Darlan the Wise' established the Sparsian Academy in the city of Sparsia, within modern-day Calismus, in the 150th Year of Gaius. With over 60 years of flawless instructing and educating the most gifted and talented youth from all tribes, cities, villages, countries, islands, and communities all across Ghalerion, the Sparsian Academy among schools is second to none and comes in as quite possibly the most elite and exclusive institution in all of Ghalerion. With a faculty comprised of aged historians, brilliant tacticians, valiant warriors, famed magicians, virtuoso musicians, and many more established scholars from around the world, Darlan's dream has essentially come true. Darlan Deltross was born and raised a mortal with his brother Tarlan in Tensoku's Mount Ipes, where he was instructed in all fields of study by Kelian monks. Utilizing their teachings, he crossed the mountains of Tensoku with his brother and crossed the oceans to the mainland continent of Ghalerion, where the two began educating and voyaging as wandering philosophers. Eventually, Darlan and Tarlan would go separate ways, Tarlan opting to become a historian in Ghalerion while Darlan took off for the few established cities in the chunk of territory which would soon become Calismus. It was there that he arrived in Sparsia, a less rustic and more advanced city which had the will and the drive to become successful. Darlan would, in the 150th Year of Gaius, establish one of the oldest academies in all Ghalerion. Taking from the standard education system developed in Tensoku, Darlan staked claim to a piece of land in the 149th Year of Gaius and with the local artists designed the impressive edifice that today is the Sparsian Academy. While builders and laborers from the region toiled on the structure, Darlan took to journeying again, for an entire year. He would seek out the world's greatest minds and collect them together until, upon returning to Sparsia in the 150th Year of Gaius, he made official the opening of the Sparsian Academy and Institute of Culture and the Arts. All students would be thoroughly educated in fencing, artistry, musicianship, philosophy and theology from the finest instructors around the globe. Darlan today remains the academy's aged headmaster, but no longer instructs the students as he used to, instead opting to collect more information and work on his memoirs. Hanslo, Governor of DameHanslo is known throughout most of Ghale for his heroic efforts in the Great Siege of Dame in the 180th Year of Gaius. In fact, it is because of Hanslo's efforts that today Dame is one of few stable cities in Ghale. He has fought off murderers, thieves, and any other attacker that would dare attempt to disrupt the stability of his city, and has done so with complete intrepidity throughout. Revered for his master war tactics and great architectural abilities, Hanslo gained much fame in the fortress city and a commemorative statue of the Governor of Dame can be seen directly in the town square of the city. Hanslo currently still resides as Governor of Dame, although he has removed himself from the frontlines in war-time and has turned in recent times to more diplomatic efforts in his old age. Cassus the Courageous, of PatunCassus, tribal chief of Patun, will go down as quite possibly the most infamous mortal to ever walk Ghalerion. He is cited as the main instigator of the entire Five Years Tribal War and lead the mortal armies for the majority of the conflict. Cassus today is well known throughout the mainland continent for his skill upon the battlefield, but his actual honor and valiance are things often called into question by mortals and Kelians alike, as his actions directly lead to the slaughtering of millions from both races. Cassus died in the 12th Year of Gaius from an arrow wound to the chest while engaged in warfare with a rival tribe. Posted by: Kouketsu at 16:58:21, 01/13/10.
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The Academy(Go To Thread)"That will be quite enough of that, thank you very much."
As Tallana emerged from one of the archways around the edge of the Commons, a hush fell over the assembled crowd, as every student silently prayed that Mistress Davindral's ire would not fall upon them. None dared to scatter like they wished to, for they knew that doing so would only draw attention upon themselves, and so they did their best to submerge themselves within the crowd.
Tallana's icy cold gaze fell over each and every pupil there, before she strode purposefully forwards, the crowd parting before her in ripples. The woman was furious, those that the Academy selected were supposed to be the most intellectual and gifted individuals in all of the known world, yet here they were reduced to common barbarism, jeering and laughing as their fellows engaged each other for no better reason than they desired it. It made a mockery of the entire establishment, and that was something that Tallana could not abide by.
Once she reached the centre of the circle she glared at the two combatants with icy cold fury emanating from her person like an icicle through their hearts. "Master Alistair, Master Liam. You will report to my office this evening after the second sitting of supper, where we can discuss the finer points of exactly why what you have just done is completely and utterly unacceptable, and consider just what action needs to be taken."
Looking up, Tallana's gaze fell on Raziel's receding form "And Master Raziel, do not think you have escaped punishment for this. You will also be joining me tonight. Why, it's turning into quite the little social gathering." she said, smiling, but with not a hint of humour in her voice.
Turning on the crowd of students, she raised her arms "I frankly cannot fathom quite why you all feel the need to stand there gawking like gormless imbeciles, begone with you! Move along, get to your lessons, and be quick about it!" she snapped, and the crowd scattered like a school of fish with a shark in their midst, moving at the greatest speed that could be achieved with dignity (and in some cases without) toward every corner of the academy to attend their various classes.
Without another word Tallana strode away, making for her office to prepare for the evening's gathering. She was getting to the point where she might have to request some more chairs...
Lyra, in the mean time, had split off from her grandmother when she had noted the gathering up ahead. It was always somewhat awkward when she was present during such things, and more often than not earner her irrational ire from the other students. Irrationality, a concept that had plagued Lyra throughout her years at the Academy. Irrational dislike due to association with an authority figure, irrational jealousy due to greater intellectual capacity, irrational irritation at being corrected. Such things had somewhat limited Lyra's social life.
And so, Lyra dedicated herself to learning. Her few friends had learned to accept her quirks, and amongst them spending hours locked away in her room or the library doing nought but reading was somewhat prominent. None of them - nor even her grandmother - suspected just what she was learning, however. Upon her simple white bed, Lyra sat cross legged before a large, leather bound tome, cracked and faded with age. Upon the page were dotted numerous runes of a suspicious nature, those of a like not found in any language commonly recognised.
These runes were Daemonic, and yet Lyra's eyes scanned the page as easily as they would one written in her native tongue. Diagrams and foul depictions took up large portions of the pages, showing the lines of a circle of power, or the effects of a particularly graphic spell. All of this Lyra soaked up like a sponge, her thirst for knowledge (or so she told herself, in truth she had just as great a thirst for power) overshadowing any moral arguments against what she was doing.
Not a word escaped her lips as she sat, she had the entire afternoon free up until she would join her grandmother after dining, and she intended to use it...Posted by: Parabola at 20:05:34, 02/17/10.
| A quiet sigh slipped from Raziel's lips, adjusting the strap of his bookbag over his sore shoulders to minimize his discomfort. It had been weeks since he'd taken more than a swiping slash from any of the wooden practice swords and easily two months since he'd taken such a direct and powerful blow much less two of them in the same day. It seemed he was more out of sorts than he'd thought but nonetheless he still felt more at ease than he did throughout the remainder of the day's classes. Despite that he was still in a fairly gruff mood for the wear on his body that such arduous training brings. He turned the corner to see a crowd gathering in the commons area, the ruckus and cheering around it was clearly the type of bloodthirsty throng that only a fight could draw. Nothing more than a few steps closer and he caught a glint out of the corner of his eye, turning to closer inspect the reflective object that had drawn his attention. Raziel closed his eyes and tilted his head somewhat with a quiet growl knowing full well that today wasn't going to be his day. A hand reached up and easily jerked the dagger free of the column then bringing it down to slip into his trouser belt.
As he came up to the crowd Raziel placed his hand on the shoulder of a student on the outside of the crowd attempting to get his fellow Sparsian's attention with comparative whispers of "What's going on here". He tightened his grip immediately tugging him harshly out of the way with ease as he pushed his way to the center of the crowd and into the wide area of space that none of the other student body was willing to enter. Raziel wasn't willing to give anyone such berth on any day much less such an aggravating one and he didn't intend to do any such thing. He walked in between the two fighters, the one to his left wielding a dagger of the same make he held firmly in his belt.
The two opponents stopped momentarily as he came between them not even bothering to look at them, both standing silent for a moment before the lad with the dagger spoke up, "What kind of idiot are you?! Wanna get yourself killed?"
The man made the mistake of reaching for Raziel's shoulder, a menacing glare coming to Raziel's eye, "Don't even think about it. I came here to get the books I always leave stashed behind this trash can." He turned his head vaguely in the direction of the small lidded receptory that was sitting next to a wide pillar just inside the makeshift fighting ring.
"You can kill each other for all I care it's got nothing to do with me." With those words and a noncommital wave of his hand he continued to walk towards the trashcan and the books he needed for the next class. But of course it wasn't going to end so easily. "Ey, you prick! Don't think you can just ignore me!" the man lunged forward, thrusting the dagger in his right hand towards Raziel's throat. He made it two steps before Raziel spun around the back of his left fist impacting the side of the man's face stopping his blow short and causing him stumble forward a step his right arm curling in as Raziel spun the so the his side was facing the man. From this position Raziel's left leg shot out in between his attacker's legs and slipped his right foot out from underneath him causing him to lose all semblance of balance. As the man fell Raziel allowed his left fist to follow through so that it strikes the foolhardy student's elbow as his right hand came up and grasped his wrist, bending it around so that his arm stretched over to his opposite shoulder so that the blade was sticking out over it. Raziel used his opponent's own momentum to spin him around as he slipped his left arm out from his elbow and brought it back to his side so that the fool's own arm now held him restrained. Raziel's squeezed the man's wrist with crushing power causing him to relinquish his dagger. He paused only for a moment before spinning the man around and locking his arm up behind his back, clinching it harshly and taking the man's footing out again as he lands on top of him with the arm still held in place. Raziel stradles the man, leaning up to slip the dagger out from his belt, slamming it down into the ground next to the man's head just managing to get the dagger to stick into the hard floor. The man's face showed the danger of his situation, realizing this man could easily kill him if he so chose.
"This yours?" he said with more than a hint of mockery to his tone, and then paused before leaning down and speaking to the man face to face, "Hey, idiot. I've fought armed opponents in every single one of my combat classes. And I haven't lost since my fourth year here."
Raziel released the man's arm flinging it to the ground beside the man as he stood and dusted his uniform off as he collects his bookbag and the books he'd came to collect as he continued on his way, completely ignoring the other student involved in the fight. Most would consider his logic flawed but Raziel looked at fighting as nothing more than automatic, he didn't enjoy it nor did he seek it out, he just did it when it got rid of what annoyed him and even going around a crowd or avoiding a fight seemed like a waste of time when his books were no more than 6 steps in front of him. He supposed it would be easier to keep the books in his room but that was all the way across the school and it was so much easier to just stash them somewhere along the way and he'd never had anyone take them. After all, nobody was stupid enough to try and steal anything they knew belonged to Raziel Kael. Posted by: TheConBrio at 20:39:09, 01/25/10.
| "..you are to join me in my office this eve, where we can discuss your Academy learning more personally." His heart absolutely sunk at her words, his chest caving in upon itself as he could do little more but nod and accept what was no less than a death sentence in his fragile mind. Oh Gaius, why must I be fated so? Can I not live to see another year? Day one and already I find myself doomed to walk straight to my own demise! The combination of dread and panic gripped him as he languidly sauntered from that classroom, head lowered and hung as if it were kept attached to his neck by naught more than a pushpin, his next class and location far from prominent thoughts on his mind. All he could do was ponder what torturous end would be brought upon him. Limbs torn from his very body? Neck snapped in an instant without restraint? Or, perhaps much worse, he'd be the victim of some arcane incantation that would leave his livelihood forever altered in a permanent state of disrepair. Can there be no escape? Is already the final chapter penned in the young life of Aida-- The boy couldn't even complete his own thought before he heard the whistle and consequent crack of a misfired dagger rushing past his ear and lodging itself directly in the marble pillar behind him. Surely there were never any combat classes held right in high-traffic areas like the grand commons of Sparsian, and from the sounds of a raucous crowd gathered there, this was far from a sanctioned bout. Are we all savages now? The lad walked cautiously toward the throng, hoping to not be impaled by the next blade that might err in direction for the vitals this time, although truthfully part of him would've likely preferred that end to the one he felt assured he would experience in his upcoming meeting with Mistress Davindral later in the evening. "What's going on here?" He called out over the crowd as he struggled to push through, but his voice was entirely too soft to be heard, drowned out by the others. It was to no surprise at all, of course, that by the time he had squirmed in enough to catch a glimpse of the rambunctious group engaged in the center, they were none other than fellow brothers of the House of Ezekial. Gaius be damned, Darlan will have all our heads on a skewer for this!Lend me your strength, Gaius - I'm too young to die! Posted by: Kouketsu at 19:17:14, 01/25/10.
| "Now I am certain that you all know..." Tallana's dominating figure continued as she returned to the front of the hall, leaving the quivering boy behind her. Her tone - or perhaps more accurately, her tone combined with her somewhat infamous reputation - made it clear that anyone who did not know would surely regret it soon enough.
"...that after the fall of Ezekial..."
Here Tallana turned a withering glance upon Aidan; how could the boy have made it this far in the academy and yet tremble at the expectation to read a simple passage, and err so far as to confuse the two...? It escaped Tallana's comprehension, she was certain that she had never been so foolish, and certainly her granddaughter had been far more competent at Aidan's age. She marked the boy down on a mental list of those who would need to receive more personal attention from her.
He would be thrilled to hear about that, she pondered wryly.
"...Gaius was raised to power, being the only of the gods who did not partake in the war. Gaius introduced a new way of thinking to Eden, and gave the deities a greater level of organisation. Now, Dannil, can you tell me exactly what measures Gaius introduced to maintain the fragile peace between the Kelians and the Mortals...?"
Time passed, and eventually Tallana's lecture would near a close. Aidan was not the only student she had left quivering, and to these students she had delivered a quiet yet firm instruction to report to her office at a later date to discuss their future at the academy. Though many believed these meetings to be harrowing experiences, where Tallana unleashed her legendary fury upon them, it was quite the opposite.
After almost every lecture, she would take aside between three and five students who had fumbled when quizzed, and take tea with them after lessons had ended. Over this meal, she would show no displeasure, and simply discuss with them the reasons for their hesitance, and how they could surpass the obstacle their lack of confidence presented. Most left the meetings far from terrified, and most with a new perspective on their learning - and indeed Miss Davindral herself.
That was not to say that Tallana was hesitant in handing out punishment to those who deserved it, she simply did not consider lack of knowledge worthy of such a thing. Plenty of troublemakers and students who thought themselves witty in responding to her without the respect that was due found themselves escorted in a rather less dignified manner to her office, and one rumour that was true was that their howls could be heard for several corridors around. She was a firm believer in the power of the strap in discipline.
One of the pupils who would sup with her was - as she had noted earlier - Aidan, and as the young boy was leaving the lecture hall she drew him aside as she had the others.
"Come here, boy." she instructed, "Yes, I am talking to you Master Gustavus." she added at the dismayed expression upon his face "That means now, child, I shall not be pleased if I have to wait upon your nerves till my very bones are dust."
When the boy reluctantly joined her, she gazed down at him sternly "You showed today when I questioned you, knowledge of a far lower standard than I require in my pupils, and as such you are to join me in my office this eve, where we can discuss your Academy learning more personally." she informed him, ignoring his steadily widening eyes. When he opened his mouth to protest she interrupted him, raising a single finger "No questions now boy, you are already late to your next lesson. I expect you in my office by the second sitting of supper." she informed him. "Now go on, and tuck that shirt in! You cannot scamper around the halls of this academy looking like we found you on the street this very hour!" she called after his retreating form.
With a tut, Tallana turned to stride from the room, joined at the doorway by her granddaughter, Lyra. She had almost forgotten that she had a tutoring session with the girl scheduled now. It was then an idea occurred to her. "Lyra?" she spoke as they walked down the corridor, the younger girl trailing slightly behind as a sign of deference, as was expected of her.
"Yes, Mistress Davindral?" the girl asked, not breaking step. This was how students of the academy were expected to behave, take everything in stride and place learning above all other concerns.
"You will join me this evening in my rooms, there are some students I would like you to meet. They need an example of a model pupil, and you shall give them one." she stated, making it very clear to Lyra that this was not a request. Mistress Davindral made very few requests, even when her tone suggested it, most knew well enough that people did not say no to Tallana and get away with it, not even other staff members. Those who did not know learnt fast enough.
"Yes, Mistress." Lyra replied simply. No waste of time, and words, with dawdling. Yes, Tallana had done well with the girl.
Now she simply had to do the same with every other student in her classes. The ever serene tutor allowed a small smile to work its way onto her lips; for there was surely nothing 'simple' about it.
Unless, of course, you happened to be Mistress Tallana Davindral.
Then, it was simply a matter of course.Posted by: Parabola at 15:46:02, 01/20/10.
| Comfort. "Aidan, read aloud for us, will you please?" spoke a stern, commanding voice that would surely take no negative reply. Her eyes bore into the 15 year-old with his head canted down, buried in the pages of a textbook. "Y--yes, ma'am," he gulped in reply, trying to force down the lump in his throat and continue their text where his instructor had ceased her reading only moments before. There was, truthfully, no reason for the boy's timidity, his speaking skills as well as those of any other when the need arose, but there was such a dreadful cloud looming over the head of young Aidan Gustavus on this day that summing up the courage to continue today's history lesson took more effort than it ever had before. "By the 503rd Year of Ezekial, the Last Year, all remaining Kelian peoples.." he continued at a snail's pace through the section, his voice never quite reaching the right volume, his peers altering between snickers and derisive whispers in reaction. His hands struggled not to shake uncontrollably while he kept that book held aloft, failing nonetheless as nervousness overcame him in a way it never had before. A new year meant new courses and new opportunities to establish oneself in the crowd of prodigies and young savants that filled the Sparsian Academy, but it also meant another very important thing, particularly for less experienced students like the young Aidan - new instructors. And none in the whole of that academy were more intimidating than the woman who stood before that desk, arms crossed tapping a single finger impatiently as she glared down so deadly that the boy feared casting a glance up away from that text, lest his heart stop beating where he sat. "A--an--and thus concludes the reign of Gaius," he softly muttered those last words, eyes remaining dead-focused on the text in his hands, his chest pounding furiously waiting so desperately for reprieve. "The reign of Ezekial," she corrected, arching a brow as she watched the lad in his impatient mannerisms, his knees literally shaking as he concluded. "Yes, ma'am. Ezekial, ma'am. M--my apologies, ma'am." "Miss Davindral." "My sincerest a--apologies, Miss Davindral." At last she turned about and continued in her lecture, a clear indication that he could breathe freely again and had been spared, at least on this day. Darius and the others in the House of Ezekial had warned him about her, scared poor Aidan with myriad tales of the renowned and feared Miss Davindral. How she'd once torn a young boy's ear clean off his head and had not the good will to return it to him. Or the time she trapped another in a cage hanging above her classroom for an entire fortnight. Aidan knew not how true any of the legends were, but he would be the absolute last to tempt fate. She had given him a frighteningly foreboding gaze the moment he stepped inside her teaching chamber, lodged in the boy's mind as an unfortunate precursor to what the coming semester would be. Oh Gaius, curse my luck. I knew I should've stuck to music! Posted by: Kouketsu at 13:41:25, 01/20/10.
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The Paradise of Calismus: Celestia.(Go To Thread)"Karma, we shall be heading back toward the palace temporarily. I wish to introduce you to my..." She blinked at his words while the rest of the statement had drowned away in the vibrancy of her thoughts. The palace? Surely he did not want to keep her with him in such a proximity? Karma thought that just having a small hovel in town would have sufficed in his promise. Her brows drew together slightly while hesitant fingers raised towards those lips of perfection gently. Not even a moment was used to introduce herself as the woman was distracted in the greatest way possible. But as the Czar moved towards the streets, Karma followed after him as a loyal servant would do so; unconsciously. In his shadow she remained, though still minding her distance to him allowing herself to not stray too far from the man yet still not giving herself too close of a proximity towards him. She could already hear the whispers of those they passed and the gossip along with the odd glances from all people did nothing for her embarrassment. No. Not embarrassment but something else that was not able to be named by herself at the very point. Whatever it could have been, Karma knew in the least that it did nothing to comfort her even with the wondrous feeling of freedom from almost slavery. Casting a small glance around herself, Karma was able to spot a female figure in the gathering. It was that same girl that had offered kindness to Karma before she had met Savian. Was it? The Vykryb could not be too sure entirely, as the sight of the other girl was lost and broken from those surrounding them. Drawing her gaze back to the road beneath their feet and not daring to meet the expressions of the citizens around her, Karma kept quiet to herself with folded hands and a blank look cast upon her fair face. As they all arrived beneath the overwhelming presence of the palace, Karma could not help but to cast a glance upwards at the magnificence that was Savian's home. Though reserved she remained and not a single sign of impressiveness did the exotic creature give away. That same passive expression, statue-like, remained upon Karma while still following in the wake of the Czar. It was only when scullery maids and servants came to collect her away from Savian that any other emotion was shown. Fear. Panic. Those people were taking her away from the one person that had given her freedom from bondment; something that was not desired in the least. He was her comfort and it would always be so for the kindness and the heart that Savian had shown Karma. There was a small struggle to get the woman to go with them, but after the reluctance passed, Karma finally turned her view from Savian being collected away from him. Who knew when it would be that she would see him next, and it caused that discomfort again to well within the confines of that small and fragile heart. Posted by: Symphony at 16:14:08, 05/23/10.
| It became apparent that remaining quiet and just tagging along was going to be her best bet, so that’s exactly what Mia did. Slipping into the middle of the soldiers, she made sure to keep her pace up, adjusting her steps to match theirs. Had she been wearing the proper uniform, no one would have known any different. It didn’t matter to her that she stuck out like a sore thumb, because Leonard had invited her along. Well, it wasn’t that he just invited her along, but she had decided to join their noble cause. Dropping a hand down against the hilt of her sword, she kept it from moving around and smacking the person in front of her, like it had already done at least four times. If any of the soldiers commented about her, the hanyou paid no attention to them. In fact, it wasn’t until they had reached the gates of the palace and Senshi realized this wasn’t the first time she had been to this particular place. When she was ten, the death dealer had snuck into the place, and hefted a few pieces precious stones. Hoping that no one would recognize the seventeen year old, she attempted to blend in with the others as much as possible while trying to locate Skybreaker.
Hnn…
“Leonard, you must arm the men.”
Whatever Savian said after that was lost to the young girl because she scrambled forward to be included with the men that would be sent wherever Leonard went. Taking initiative, she found armor that was basically her size, slipped into it while keeping on her current clothing. Moving her sword to the armor’s sheath, she also adjusted her dagger so that it was easily assessable. Holding the helmet in her hand, she headed over to where Zanfial was assembling the militia. Well, that was where he had been earlier, but now appeared to be over near the Czar. Leaving the two alone for the moment, she idly stood around, and waited for him to either address her, order her, or whatever else was about to happen.
“Bring it on.”
Posted by: Faithykinz at 23:52:23, 05/17/10.
| The steady rhythm of war was a constant presence in Leonard's life, and now it had advanced its fortifications to the forefront of his endeavors. A goal the man had been working towards since his appointment at Arch General was now within reach, the light filtering about outstretched digits, and the Pride of Zanfial would not miss the opportunity to grasp it within his clenched fist. The cool marble surface seemed to ripple underneath Leonard's knuckles as Savian approached his kneeling frame, and the whisper of his voice slithered like silk to his senses.
"Surely you see it, yes? Your heart reveals to you as much as my own does. There are still yet mice scurrying about here.."
No acknowledgment was required. No comment could aid such a profound statement, for it was the truth of truths, and Leonard nodded his head in silent agreement. The movements of the Arch General were subtle, precise, and calculated to the exact degree as his robes were fetched, his clothing donned, and his hair knotted back into its proper place. The walk to the palace was uneventful, but Leonard felt the corrosive sorrow eating away at Savian Yros, his companion, leader, and savior. It was for the people of Calismus that the young leader's concerns were guided towards, but the Arch General knew that such emotions would need to be reigned in, confronted, and thwarted in their endeavors of clouding the Czar's mind. They had him. He was theirs.
They arrived at the palace, Leonard taking just a moment to gaze up at the magnificent structure, and eyes flickered in correspondence with the shimmering glory that was the mark of Celestia's beauty. This, the people, and the definition of reason and logic were the reason for them to lay their lives down. It would all be worth it in the end. Praise Gaius.
"We have arrived. We must move quickly - Leonard, you must arm the men. Send no more than six dozen to the camp with my own personal correspondence and arm an additional three dozen to remain here. The rest of you - alert the advisory council of our arrival and order them to gather, set the chamber maids about setting up a place of rest for my beautiful companion here, and send message quickly to the troop advancing upon Dame to halt their movement save for two legions."
Leonard directed his entourage according to the Czar's wishes at the exact time they were implemented. It would be so if he commanded it so, and the Arch General weaved his instructions like a poet with words. After accomplishing his tasks, an idle passage towards Savian would certainly garner the Czar's attention, and a low whisper was uttered to his lord.
"Scurry all they want. I've laid the trap for one particular mouse, and the rest will follow, my lord Savian."
Posted by: Jader at 11:18:16, 04/22/10.
| The Tactician "The army is being prepared. We have him now, my lord." There was no hesitation in his heart, no sign of faltering in his command - the Czar of Calismus immediately snapped his attention towards the Vykrb and offered her a single abrupt nod, an unspoken request that she at once go to obtain all her belongings and possessions and prepare to leave Celestia's famed bathhouse. Permanently. Assuming a rather regal stature and stepping forward to stand beside his most trusted Arch General, Savian lowered his tone enough to be completely removed from audible range to all others present and spoke with words that would be as pure as crystal to his comrade and he alone, "Surely you see it, yes? Your heart reveals to you as much as my own does. There are still yet mice scurrying about here.." A few more words were exchanged before they swept out from the royal garden and bath and soon after from the bathhouse itself, the higher-ordered ranks of Savian's personal guard following suit. So serious was the young lord's new demeanor that not even the Grand Mistress herself offered a word of question or concern when she saw plain as daylight her most stunning beauty - the delicate Karma - exiting the towering archways walking right beside the most powerful mortal in all of Ghalerion. That commanding tone again settled into his voice, every single order to be obeyed under such circumstances. "Karma, we shall be heading back toward the palace temporarily. I wish to introduce you to my most trusted advisors so that they may familiarize themselves with you." He paused momentarily, casting a furtive glance toward Leonard walking slightly behind him before continuing, "However, we will not be able to stay at the palace for very long, so please keep your introductions short." They continued their march onward through the streets at a feverish pace, the Czar setting the course without a single deviation to enjoy the Celestian springtime or the bustling life in the city. The more he allowed the smiles and cheerful faces of the citizens to register in his head, the more it would wrench his heart if even a single one of them was lost in the chaos he worried was soon to come. Gaius, bless this city, give me the strength to protect these people. If but a single life here is put to rest, I will never be able to forgive myself.In little time, they reached the gates to that palace at last. So rarely did the Prodigy of Zar take the time to stand back and admire its structure, but there was little doubt to the people of the city that within their walls was the most luxurious structure ever assembled on Ghalerion soil. The Czar paid it no heed. "We have arrived. We must move quickly - Leonard, you must arm the men. Send no more than six dozen to the camp with my own personal correspondence and arm an additional three dozen to remain here. The rest of you - alert the advisory council of our arrival and order them to gather, set the chamber maids about setting up a place of rest for my beautiful companion here, and send message quickly to the troop advancing upon Dame to halt their movement save for two legions." And so it was with little fanfare or alarm that the Prodigy of Zar and his tactical prowess quickly got to work. Posted by: Kouketsu at 22:26:17, 03/10/10.
| Soon after their love making, Mia fell into a deep slumber. It was the first time in a long time that she slept soundly and her body nestled close against Leonard’s. The lithe woman was in a blissful dream world and subconsciously knew that after today she was free. The nightmares that normally plagued her dreamscape were swept away, leaving her with nothing but pleasant fantasies. Whatever was happening on the outside world didn’t matter and despite vaguely feeling him move, she simply rolled over onto her stomach, flopping her head on her right arm. One long leg stretched out while the second folded beneath its partner as she attempted to find her comfy spot once again.
Mia, you are foolish for letting a man get close to you.
The content expression plastered upon her face soon changed to a slight frown upon hearing the comment that somehow made it through her dreams. It wasn’t clear who made the comment and she wasn’t even sure if the remark was viable or not. Because of the statement, her peaceful siesta was interrupted and Mia was slowly beginning to awaken. It was when the soldier erupted into the bathhouse that she truly snapped open her crimson orbs with a silent squawk. Watching the general lifting the man off the ground, Senshi watched silently and fought through the sleepiness to decipher what was being said. Dropping back into an unconscious state after hearing that a rebel camp had been captured, the exhausted teen curled up on her side, tucking her knees up close to her chest while quietly hoping none of her friends had been involved.
Her auditory senses heard Leonard leaving the room after he pressed his lips against her forehead in a quick kiss. Rolling onto her back with a loud sigh, Mia slowly forced her eyes open once again. If they were about to leave, she wanted to make sure she wasn’t left behind. Climbing up to her feet, the slender female looked around for her clothing. Upon further thinking on it, the Death Dealer decided the dress wasn’t appropriate attire to wear upon leaving the bathhouse. Grabbing the sheet, using it to wrap around her body, the semi-nude headed to the servants quarters. It was hard to ignore the whispers and the gossip from the others, but she managed.
Moving to where her items were currently located, the toned chic slid on the deep purple armor looking top. Eloquent silver designs adorn the top and its shoulders jut out slightly while part of it covers the upper part of her arm. The bottom of the top ends just below her breasts, showing off a very toned stomach and abs. After adjusting the top, she placed dark brown leather bands upon both wrists. The bands attach between her fingers, almost like a glove, but without anything going over her digits. A silk light purple skirt that is slit up one side to show off her long leg scantily was soon pulled on to cover the bottom part of her while a pair of leather boots that stopped just above her knees were slid on. On the visible thigh, she yanked on a strap to hold her dagger as well as a brown leather belt across her hips for her sword. Finally completing the outfit was a golden headpiece with an emerald in the middle, which rested on her forehead.
Digging further into a secret compartment, the warrior pulled out her silver bracelet and ‘The Terpsichorean’, which was her trusty sword. Snapping the bracelet onto her right wrist, she checked to make sure the lethal poisoned throwing needles were still intact before sliding on the sheath and her sword on to the left side of her waist. Mia realized that eventually she should get different clothing especially if she was going to be helping out Leonard. Shrugging, she jogged back out of the quarters and stopped where the other soldiers were chilling at. Figuring this would be where Leonard returned to, the red-head leaned against a pillar and waited patiently. Posted by: Faithykinz at 22:25:05, 02/20/10.
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Tides of Revolution(Go To Thread)Two years could not have passed more quickly for the Bell Ringer as he settled into an alleyway of yet another backwater town he cared not to remember the name of. For part of those two years Gent had spent in the Greater Healing Houses of Dame, as the healers there tried to fix his legs. Many nights had been spent with one healer or another to repress the pain when it got to be too much for him to handle. Repairing and fusing the shattered bone fragments had been the most difficult part. For a while the treatments had been working… before Talvyth pushed for more intense therapy. Gent clenched his fists, a fresh wave of anger clouding his sight. Had he been left alone, he might have been of some use to the Heir; might have regained the use of his legs, he might have had a chance, but no, the will of Talvyth enslaved him again. Since settling into his disguise of being a crippled beggar, Gent had learnt little of any real value, depending on the communications between Bellringers to support him with information. It grated on Gent’s nerves to be sitting and waiting like a dog while Talvyth held his reins once more. It was the clap of boots on mud brought the Bellringer back to reality as he offered up a ragged hand. “Alms for a poor bastard who lost his legs to the rebellion?” his raspy voice managed to choke out, Gent waited before hanging his head pitifully. There was no need for anyone to see his face and remember it. A copper bounced in front of him and Gent was swift to pocket it with a practiced grubby hand. “Gods bless you,” he uttered before the man went on. Then the breeze picked up, a small unnatural breeze. You have all fought so bravely, but our efforts..our efforts have been for naught. I am sorry. More than anything else in the world, I am sorry for embroiling you all in this. For sacrificing your lives for a cause that should have burdened my shoulders and mine alone,
I can not apologize enough.
Our fatherland has been lost.
We..we.. We have not forgotten… Gent caught the wind and twisted it to hold onto his deep voice so only those who knew how could hear. …and we will not be bound again by the chains of the Generals. Our blood remembers even when all else is forgotten in this dire hour. No sword can break us, no word can twist us, no false prophet can sway us from our cause to you, The priest of Laine waited a moment letting his words sink in, hoping that if they were heard, that his comrades would gain the hope needed to survive... Our liege. To that Gent let the struggling breeze go. He watched the wisp of air, faint against the cloudy sky escape before struggling onto his legs. The Bellringer could stand, for that he was grateful. There was work to be done, plans to be drawn up and very precious hours to work with before some one else decided Dusk's fate. Carefully Gent managed to shuffle on his crutches to back alleyway behind a row of shoddy houses where a morning fire had been. Rousing the ashes, Gent stretched out his hand and caught the wisp of heat. He is found. Be swift my brothers and ring out the news, bring our brothers to me.The message was sent and as Gent watched it, he frowned, an idea coming to him as to to break the fortress. But for now he needed to go back to his own private camp set back from the town and begin working on his plans. Gent hardly noticed he was humming rather happily. Posted by: Edge at 19:55:15, 02/24/10.
| Malcolm's vision was hazy, but he had felt the cold stone surface of a prison before. It was blatantly obvious that they had been captured, the jeers and scoffs of pathetic prison guards assaulting his eardrums like a bad taste in his mouth, and the sounds of his comrades being thrown about sent a deep surge of anger through the doctor of the likes he had never experienced before. The smell of decaying flesh, bone, and the overwhelming aroma of rats scampering about the prison signified that many had rested within these confinements, and many had died as a result. Malcolm inspected his body, checking for any severe injuries, and also began appraising what little of his comrades he could see.
"You have all fought so bravely, but our efforts..our efforts have been for naught. I am sorry. More than anything else in the world, I am sorry for embroiling you all in this. For sacrificing your lives for a cause that should have burdened my shoulders and mine alone, I can not apologize enough. Our fatherland has been lost. We..we.."
The sound of the man that even the practiced veteran had come to admire breaking down before them all was indeed the lowest point in their travels together, and for a moment Malcolm's logic played against him. They were doomed, and there was certainly no hope escaping their fate. His mouth was dry from lack of hydration, and the flames of their previous battle had certainly taken a toll on the aged battle medic. The sound of Lord Baron's grunts, Nihm's cries of rage and hate, and the sound of their comrades weeping from the loss struck the doctor's heart chords deeply.
"We're still alive, and through my calculations that's nothing short of a miracle. Is anyone severely injured save their pride?" Malcolm's determination to help his allies and become the optimist for once won through his logic and seared it apart like a hot fire, and he began testing the durability of his shackles.
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"Did you hear? We finally got 'em. Dusk and his band of rebels. They just got locked up in the prison," Ka'zeh's ears twitched for a moment at this news, and crimson optics scanned the mess hall for the location of the speaker, instantly spotting a gruff looking soldier about his own height. He quietly slipped towards the table where a group of soldiers were gathered around to hear the story.
"You should have seen it. A bunch of cowards attacking us out of the blue like that, and they even set fire to our tents! But we showed them what for, and now the Czar is going to reward us handsomely. We may even get out of this town and join Arch General Leonard's army to finally take Dame!" The soldier continued to prattle on in his half drunken stupor, delusions of grandeur apparent in his hazed mentality, but Ka'zeh had heard enough. It had finally happened. He had been waiting over three years for this opportunity, and now it had been presented to him on a silver platter.
He slowly stood to his feet, made his way out of the mess hall, and capable lower appendages quickly carried him to the main prison structure. It was indeed a perilous object of doom and hopelessness, for it was designed like most prisons, but the difference was this prison was not only intended to keep people in, but break the very foundations of their spirit. Ka'zeh presented his papers to the guards that were required by all prison sentries for entry, and was soon descending the spiraling stairs into the black abyss of the dungeon where the most prominent of prisoners of war were held. Ka'zeh came to a group of soldiers that were almost always harassing the prisoners, and growled a bit under his breath as he watched the spectacle unfold before him.
"Don't you have rounds to make, Harus? Or are you too fat to actually make one?" Ka'zeh jested lightly, grinning at the prison guard that had harassed the young female prisoner, and the prison sentry turned to return the grin.
"Jatrio. Come to relieve me, eh? Good. Good. Been wantin' to settle into my ale al' night. We'll leave yah to watch over 'em. Give 'em a good kick for me, will yah?" Harus chuckled slightly, and soon him and his posse had ascended the stairs and vanished from sight.
Ka'zeh looked around for a moment, made a few rounds in front of the rest of the cells to make sure no one else was lingering about, and slowly approached the large cell containing the newly captured group of rebels. He folded his arms across his chest lazily, and pulled back the visor on his helmet to reveal his face.
"Certainly not the kind of place I'd expect to find the Lord Baron of Ghale taking a vacation. Then again, you've never been one for luxuries, have you?" The once proud Head Inspector of Ghalerion flashed a grin towards the broken form he barely recognized as Dusk, and slowly took a kneel to meet the Lord Baron at eye level.
"You have friends in the strangest of places. More than just myself, in this instance." Posted by: Jader at 16:01:26, 02/18/10.
| "You have all fought so bravely, but our efforts..our efforts have been for naught. I am sorry. More than anything else in the world, I am sorry for embroiling you all in this. For sacrificing your lives for a cause that should have burdened my shoulders and mine alone, I can not apologize enough. Our fatherland has been lost. We..we.."
The Baron's words cut deep into Nihm's soul, casting her eyes to the floor and draining her of the little strength she had left in her heart, in this dark and damp confinement. Here, there was no joy, no hope. Nothing but the dripping of the leak in the corner of her ceiling, and the squeaking of the rats that hid amongst the straw that served as a torture table of a bed.
The silencing of the Baron slashed at her pride, already ragged and tattered, and she threw herself at the bars of the cell "Don't touch him you dogs!" she yelled, her eyes alight with anger "Don't you lay your filthy, ugly, barbarous hands on him!" she spat, staring the guard outside her door in the face.
Her show of defiance was swiftly brought to a close as the guard's hand reached through the bars and grabbed a knot of her tangled and unkempt hair, pulling her up against the bars viciously. Nihm cried out, scrambling and spitting at the man desperately, like a trapped animal.
The man leant close, the putrid odour of his breath wrinkling Nihm's nose as he spoke into her face, drops of spittle landing upon her features. "You carry on like that, missy, and I'll be inclined to turn a blind eye if any o' me boys decide to have a little fun with that fine body o' yours."
Nihm's heart dropped into her stomach, realising just what a precarious position she was in. "You... you... dog." she whispered, but her eyes betrayed her fear, and that was all the guard needed.
With a laugh, he shoved her head back, toppling her to the hard stone floor of her cell "That's what I thought, bitch. You'll be a good little prisoner now won't you? Or you know what'll happen. We know what'll happen, don't we boys?" he bellowed to a chorus of jeers from his fellows.
On the floor of her cell, scared and seemingly without hope, Nihm wept. And pride be damned, she couldn't stop. Posted by: Parabola at 18:48:04, 02/16/10.
| The Ebb of the Tide Atelias Military Encampment, Calismus 212th Year of Gaius Black. That's all the Lord Baron's eyes opened to see before him. Black everywhere. His sense of sight currently deposed, the memories of all that transpired were hazy, recovered in bits and pieces slowly. Where am I? ..Nihm? Malcolm..? What..happened?He remembered the shouting. Those were words that his mind wouldn't ever relinquish, burned into his psyche. The screaming, the agonizing cries, Malcolm's hushed tone when he had informed them all that their youngest had his life stolen away from him at the hands of the merciless Calismian military, the echoes of that perilous evening in Ghale's countryside never faded. Stupid. Completely stupid. We should've known better. I should've known better. It had all happened so fast. One moment charging into the foliage with a safehouse in clear sight, the next an ambush from all sides, the blunt strike of a firm broadsword handle against the back of his head making it all go black, totally black, so much darkness. They had underestimated their opponent, plainly and simply. All that time spent at Sparsian being educated by the finest of instructors in war tactics was thrown by the wayside like that, one single mistake all it took to crush their efforts. The cold, lifeless confinement of a prison camp seemed now to surely be where they would meet their inevitable end. "Is this..what death feels like? Complete absence of light, held unmoving, enslaved to this inescapable umbra?" he could only mutter beneath his breath, the words left inaudible to his chained comrades. They had been taken subsequently just as Dusk had been - smoked out, captured, and thrown in prison like street criminals. Resisting the pull of tears at his eyes with every bit of courage he could muster, the leader of those few remaining rebels rose his voice loud enough to reach them in their adjacent cells. "You have all fought so bravely, but our efforts..our efforts have been for naught. I am sorry. More than anything else in the world, I am sorry for embroiling you all in this. For sacrificing your lives for a cause that should have burdened my shoulders and mine alone, I can not apologize enough. Our fatherland has been lost. We..we.." His words were silenced with a sudden and forceful jab from the butt end of a spear smashing into his cheek, the lord baron's body sent crashing into the stone wall, his limbs all held tightly still in complete bondage. There was little more he could do than grit his teeth and take the blow, resistance being made wholly futile in the presence of so many fully-armed adversaries. No less than five squadrons sauntered about their row of confinement cells alone and instructed to keep them all alive but in check, many thousands more walking about outside in the city itself. Before their very eyes, Ghale's last hope, their revolution, was falling apart. Why, Gaius? Where is our blessing? Where is our redemption? Posted by: Kouketsu at 15:28:58, 02/14/10.
| The familiar shouts of his comrades was like music to his ears as the injured soldier, the rest of his group, and the doctor began sprinting in that direction. A few enemy soldiers were caught in the progression towards the center of the camp, but they were quickly dispatched. Another cry filtering through the battle laden air rang in Malcolm's ears, and he knew it as one of their own. He swiftly located the source of the noise, and found one of their younger and more inexperienced soldiers lying in a pool of his own blood. He could see the Lord Baron now glancing wildly about to get a head count of his soldiers, and the doctor quickly began to diagnose the young warriors' wounds. It was a grim state. The boy had been stabbed twice, one through is kidneys, the other through his leg, and had been pierced with an arrow in the shoulder. It appeared the femoral artery had been cut, but not completely severed. Fresh pools of blood poured from the wound as Malcolm set about fashioning a tourniquet out of his robe.
"P-Please..sir..my..my..my...family," The young soldier grabbed Malcolm by his robe, eyes streaming with tears as his face grew pale , and the doctor saw as plain as day the absolute fear in the man's eyes. The blood flow stopped from the professionally tied tourniquet, but the other sword wound and arrow wound continued to pour blood. There was so much blood. Gaius help him.
"You hold on, son! You hear me!? YOU HOLD ON!" Malcolm growled, ripping supplies from his medical pack as he began disinfecting and bandaging the other wounds to at least slow the blood loss. He sharply commanded on of his soldiers to apply pressure to the wounds, and began swiftly sewing the gash in the boy's leg.
"My..my..wife.." The boy had a wife? He was so young. Did he also have children? Malcolm pushed the emotional inquiries out of his head, but growled in frustration as the soldier began to go into shock. He grew paler, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Marcus was his name. He stopped breathing. Resuscitation was pointless. He had lost too much blood. So much blood. The doctor was covered in it as a result of his efforts to save the soldier's life, and but fortunately the enemy soldiers had all retreated, and he slowly stood to his feet and with a heavy heart lifted the dead youth unto his shoulders. Malcolm approached the group, and with words steadied only by a hardened experience of battling death, uttered one sentence.
"We lost Marcus." Posted by: Jader at 00:23:03, 02/12/10.
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