tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72923746219749950672024-03-05T18:03:09.747-08:00~ Taure Ru Library ~Kielan Parxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938324801347211240noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-7175379422542664772011-04-18T18:06:00.000-07:002011-04-18T19:11:19.987-07:00Eecho's View of War<div>Eecho the Death Priest approaches the holy shrine atop the mount of balance. Setting down a few empty bottles of poison, he sighs. Kneeling down he begins his prayer. First taking a tiny dagger he offers a few drops of blood as a holy sacrifice for Calypso and Melek.</div><div> "Dearest Mother Calypso, sweet Queen of Chaos...I have done as you have requested. I have spoken what you have asked me to say. My lover, my god Melek, god of death and an end to life that they may be reborn into chaos...soon your offering will pile as high as the sky. I am Discord and War. Let it begin now."</div><div>Eecho pulls out a whip bound with the holy thorns of Calypso and whips it into his skin again and again. Finally he cries out collapsing into unconsciousness to be held by his sweet goddess once again.</div>Eecho Rotaruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01657321702472853495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-23593483554727090322011-04-18T15:58:00.001-07:002011-04-18T15:59:04.196-07:00Welcome to the Torgan Empire!No one talks of Torgan origins. Those who know keep silent whispering words that it is better to keep the past in the past. The Torgan Empire is made up of two countries. Taure Ru is a country known for its beauty and untamed spirit. Black Isle (Spirit Dancers) is a land of order and dark decadence. We are a dark medieval fantasy role play sim. The lands grow wild in some parts and others portray a dark decadence of those with a chaotic or darker disposition. From knights to assassins, queens to dancers we offer a variety of roles for those who role play here. Taure Ru is led by the dual Kings Grotch "Zig" Qarnac and Eecho Rotaru.<br /><br />To join in role play, combat or become a citizen here you should submit a character card and have it approved prior to participating in any combat or larger role plays. Submit character cards to Eecho Rotaru, Freya Kirax, Grotch Qarnac or Lexie Lukas.Kielan Parxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938324801347211240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-42402756670277833122010-06-26T16:35:00.000-07:002011-04-18T08:41:15.491-07:00The ConfrontationEecho Rotaru looks out from the decaying castle over the forest. "Mother Goddess of the earth we walk on, what has happened? My body is exhausted from a night of wrestling, facing the witch and her Baba Yaga goddess." Eecho releases an exhausted sigh, looks on his dirty clothing and descends the stairs to the scribery table to journal what has just happened lest he fall asleep and lose some of these memories.<br /><br />Eecho begins to write:<br />Upon receiving the witch's curse, I felt my body age, shrink, and be filled with the pains of the elderly. My mind turned against me, memories lost. My tongue rambled on about nothing. I knew I must find a way free of this curse, before it took the rest of me and I lie in the earth's deep embrace. <br /><br />I immediately dispatched certain loyal fae to find where the woman was staying. Thankfully after a day spent searching, they located an old rotting shack where she was residing. Upon hearing the news, I gathered some herbs and stones, creating a small charm bag to protect me from any spells against my mind. I asked one of our healers for a treatment, that I may regain at least a small portion of vigor, as I suspected this encounter may end badly-for her or me I did not know. The elf Lexie, herself not wholly unfamiliar with dark arts spoke to me of various things she may try, and ways she might keep my youth bound, so I knew what to look for. With a prayer and a bit of sorrow, I departed to her shack, not knowing if I would return. <br /><br />I arrived as she was stoking an outdoor fire of some meat. She laughed at my state and made a mockery of my appearance, but this time I would not allow her in my mind, though I felt her try to push in. "I have come to honor my part of our deal." I spoke to her with enough venom to kill a lesser race. She smiled as if she were expecting this and invited me in. As soon as I entered her residence, a coldness filled the room hiding the smell of rot and decay, probably the product of one of her nefarious spells. "So", she cackled, "You have come to give me a place in your court?" I replied, "If it is your wish, I will have a place for you in our clan, provided you release me from this spell." She went to gather her ingredients and that was when I saw it in her cabinet. The hourglass, Lexie had spoken of. She had told me that many witches use it to hold a persons youth, or to twist their age. <br /><br />I ran at the witch and grabbed the hourglass hitting her on the head with it. She reared up and called upon her dark goddess Baba Yaga. The shadows in the room began to swirl around me. I heard the sound of laughter, screams, and cries all at once. She tugged at the hourglass, but I held fast, though I could feel my strength fading. She changed her tactic and instead of pulling, she pushed me backwards. I fell feeling my hip break upon the fall. <br /><br />She immediately cast a circle round about my old shriveled body. My heart was pounding and I thought that perhaps she would have me die within its bounds. I dug my hands into the soil of Aryador taking in its rich smell not knowing if this would be my body's last sensation. Then I saw it. The small hourglass we both had dropped, had fallen within the circle. I grabbed it and busted it with the butt of my dagger, the sands whipping around wildly. Then I felt it...my body restoring to my young upright body, healing all the pains and breaks that racked it. Flooded with energy, I invoked the elements. I chanted the words to draw the winds and the rain and it howled and beat upon the house. I called up vines to bind her, quickly they gagged her mouth and held her firm. I fled home and quickly asked my advisor to dispatch those who are trained in such things, to "take care" of the situation. So I must sleep now. The worst is over I hope. I have my youthful body back, and full control of my mind and body.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-77677141893993464882010-06-26T16:34:00.000-07:002011-04-18T08:41:31.300-07:00The Curse of the HedgewitchWell my sins have found me out. I might as well tell the story here lest any of my elven brethren make a similar mistake. I have a confession to make. I caused the war that destroyed our forests. I am responsible for my father's death. I now bear the curse for my pride and sins. <br /><br />While still living in the beautiful forests of my homeland with my father,I kept hearing from the people of my beauty and how I would make a fantastic successor to my father someday. The idea went to my head, I must admit. I visited a local hedgewitch who maintained a little cottage in our lands. She smelled of patchouli and mint. I asked her for a potion or spell that would speed my ascent to the throne. I was thinking maybe my father would take ill or senile and I would take my rightful place. The witch asked what I intended to pay. I offered her gold and jewels. She wanted none of that but asked only for an esteemed position in my court when I take throne. I eagerly agreed thinking she wanted a title and little more. She cast a circle with me in it. She spoke some words in a language I did not understand and chanted her spell. She gave me a vile potion to drink, and in my greed I did what I was told, and promptly drank.<br /><br />I woke up the next morning in my bed. I was awakened to screams, as the orc hoardes had invaded and were burning the forest. In the coming months of battle, my father was found dead, a dagger through his heart. I gathered what was left our our Aborean Clan and fled to the forests of Aryador, hoping to rebuild....until yesterday.<br /><br />The old witch showed up at my door, congratulating me on my leadership to the throne. She asked for her payment. I promptly refused. I did not ask for the destruction of our forests, or the death of my father and family. But upon my refusal, I suffered her curse. I am shamed by it and my sins. That I would be the first of my kind to look their age...to feel its pangs in body and mind. That I might be a living reminder to never cross a witch again. I see her now...she is staying in the forest... watching offering herbs and remedies to those who will pay. While my heart hardens, and my beauty has faded...I sit in the foyer and weep for my sins...and my pride.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-4807453262237094002010-06-26T16:33:00.000-07:002011-04-18T08:41:58.783-07:00The Falling of the HiveThe Elven Goddess, Angharradh, looked down to see her moon elf, Lord the Clan of Aborea fall in battle. Her hopes were on him to raise up the banner of the Forest Clan Aborea in Aryador, shining its light. Now he lay dead. But she had a plan that would rid some of the plague of hate in Aryador and raise up new elves and forest folk for a better cause than evil. <br /><br />Unbeknownst to him, Angharradh softened the Unseelie Eecho's heart through the Somata fruit of Taure Emata. The more he ate, the more happy and loving he became. Finally after a feast of Somata with the Hive, having even invited Kaelen the drow, they professed their caring for one another. One fae even said, "We care even for the drow elf, Kaelen." All heartily assented. The evil Goddess of the Hive was outraged. She appeared before those that were present and cursed them thusly, "You love the elves so much? Then why don't you become like those sickening creatures!" And so some were turned into elves. She turned to Eecho and thrust an arrow into his heart and watched him gasp for breath. She leaned in and whispered, "This is the end of the Hive....and of you Eecho of the Unseelie." She deserted the Hive never to retrun and all the plants inside it dried up and turned to dust. Angharradh came to Eecho as he was breathing his last, and offered to take his spirit, and place it in the fallen moon elf....but only if he release most of his memories of being a fae, and he embrace those of the elf. Eecho, greedy for life, agreed. At that moment, the moon elf awakened restored...with new fae and elves former Hive members added to the already existing Clan of Aborea. Thus ends the saga of the Hive and the Unseelie Court in Aryador, and begins a new dawn of the Clan of Aborea.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-65850993689573314192010-06-26T16:28:00.000-07:002011-04-18T16:02:17.589-07:00Eecho's Journal Entry<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF0KmPldWiPla7rQ8ppitaiHfPDS3tNmTESlK1O-QoIjRpj-R1SMPMdJzwQAEVIP7d8OhzjeOmCgd7sBEzKE0-mYm-_Bbe6hikqvN12jCabcqVuv92R6nZYceCDdsxk09SylkAQpJDOGg/s1600/Wild+Wood+Elf_004.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF0KmPldWiPla7rQ8ppitaiHfPDS3tNmTESlK1O-QoIjRpj-R1SMPMdJzwQAEVIP7d8OhzjeOmCgd7sBEzKE0-mYm-_Bbe6hikqvN12jCabcqVuv92R6nZYceCDdsxk09SylkAQpJDOGg/s320/Wild+Wood+Elf_004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487665529227345058" /></a><br /><br /><br />17 June<br /><br />We have made it to the famed forests of Aryador earlier in the week. We were attacked along the way and lost a few more members of our clan. As the Fates would have it, I have come across some fae folk of some clan that suffered a tragedy, including the loss of their king who enjoyed the same name as I. Those fae folk have joined our clan, and while some seems angry and grieving...I am sure they will come around, after the pain subsides. <br /><br />I feel like I am floundering here. I miss my father. There will never be another king like Lord Elpaph, in the Aborean Clan or elsewhere! If only we had been better prepared when the hoardes attacked our forest...then he would have never been killed, I never would have had to lead, and we would not have needed to move to these forests. But enough of the sadness.<br /><br />We cut down from the dead trees, and gather stones to build a habitation. For now we have taken up residence in a small tower surrounded by swamp. Many are gathering berries, fruits, and herbs for food and salves. <br /><br />I pray the Triple Goddess will bless our works here. <br /><br />Eecho Rotaru<br />Chieften of the Aborean Clan of AryadorUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-17956093415590595352010-06-09T22:27:00.001-07:002011-04-18T16:02:34.557-07:00An elder Djinn struggles with change...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdu-_D-hu-LPTO9eFbCJW-F2r6nXGNm5WjupzAMlSorGNBo8kRLFoF0V2wtNCL6syEf_OILexe5oRv5czHFZKvUdI2M1DleIgOJ0CCW8SrIqAu82hHQ0W4rZUqvRPyEZmsc-komhGFHs0/s1600/Eru+contemplates.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdu-_D-hu-LPTO9eFbCJW-F2r6nXGNm5WjupzAMlSorGNBo8kRLFoF0V2wtNCL6syEf_OILexe5oRv5czHFZKvUdI2M1DleIgOJ0CCW8SrIqAu82hHQ0W4rZUqvRPyEZmsc-komhGFHs0/s400/Eru+contemplates.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481150865145660914" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Taure Emata had been sealed off from the rest of the world for as long as Eruadan could remember. The previous Ashera had lived a long time, indeed, and instilled a distrust of others into His people. The outside world had needless wars and was filled with races unworthy of the knowledge the Djinn kept guarded deep within their dark caverns. The Ashera had allowed very few who found their way through the desert to find sanctuary within the hidden green paradise. Some who did find their way often wrote of the Djinn garden, believing it to be the long-lost Eden, though the Djinn would smirk at the inklings of other religions.</div> <p class="MsoNormal">Raised under such a xenophobic <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>belief system, Eruadan found it difficult to know how to deal with the young Ashera Kielan's progressive ruling style. Their world had been opened up to embrace the strengths of other races when, in the past, they would have seen others as valuable for enslavement. Eruadan would not deny the usefulness of the others, but the elder warriors of centuries past taught their fighters to be wary of the advancements of others for there was much for the Djinn to protect. In some cases, there was much for a single Djinn to lose.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Eruadan knew better than to cross the Ashera. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>An example had been made before and all young Djinn learned early on of the curses that a spiteful Ashera would cast upon a disloyal subject. The tale of the renounced Air Djinn haunted Eruadan and ever-reminded him to stay true to his Warrior's Oath and uphold the Ashera's Will without question. As an elder, he would serve as counsel to the young Ashera, but he remained mindful of his position. Advise, but never command. Guide, but never lead. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Caution, but never lecture. Always follow the Nomos (Ashera's Will).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The old Ashera locked the Djinn away from the rest of the world and the new Ashera retrieved the key. Erudan asks himself which Ashera is right. Though it is difficult to ignore ones upbringing and the teachings of old, the warrior is sworn to the Nomos. Though he is leery of those who come from beyond the sands and waters of Taura Emata, he will do as he is commanded and step outside the cave.</p>Drega Enochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13233871476643862935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-7430357182436755912010-06-02T21:48:00.001-07:002011-04-18T16:03:09.242-07:00A Heated Exchange (roughly 300 years ago)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJT5Z7_jEB0ogQANgestzlZP4l-qEogfht7CyK3KNNi4G5-zSHFqOgLNz_1cFTrK1hseZg9_fw8CuO9g_vy55kNah97ef58FG7Gsh3roJ5YiYNE1O0t1qyWwN7I8kmCKp3manQIgj-0zP-/s1600/Snapshot_003.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJT5Z7_jEB0ogQANgestzlZP4l-qEogfht7CyK3KNNi4G5-zSHFqOgLNz_1cFTrK1hseZg9_fw8CuO9g_vy55kNah97ef58FG7Gsh3roJ5YiYNE1O0t1qyWwN7I8kmCKp3manQIgj-0zP-/s320/Snapshot_003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478404851698103970" /></a>[20:29] Eruadan (Drega) bowed to the male Djinn warrior after they finished their daily sparring match in the sandy desert of Taure Emata. As the other Djinn walked away, Eru holstered the short sword he had been practicing with and looked up at the rest of the warriors as they said their ritual farewells to their partners. The crowd began to disperse as the dark and glistening skinned Djinn headed into the cave to have their evening meals in the tavern. Eru strayed behind the crowd and jogged up to Jain who he noticed at the back of the line. "You looked pretty tough out there today... you know... for an Air Djinn," he smirked.<br /><br />[20:35] Jain Fhang: without a moments hesitation she jabbed towards Eru's throat with her training-armor clad elbow. The rough obsidian shell fell short, however. To her surprise Eru's tanned hand had met her strike with a frightening amount of speed. She stared at him for a moment, her elbow in an awkward clasp with his hand, before pulling her arm back. "Thanks..." was all she said. Her tone was quick and cold, masking a quick grin as she turned away from him. "You have a lot of gall talking to an elder like you do..." her paler skin reiterating her age...she was almost 75 years his senior...but to him, this obviously wasn't a hinderance.<br /><br />[20:41] Eruadan (Drega) had expected to receive some kind of blow and had braced for it. He could only smile with great amusement as she pulled away from his grasp. "Elder? My dear, you hardly look a day over 100," he cooed as he snuck a leg out near her ankle in an attempt to trip her. Given her Air-blessed grace, he assumed she would practically dance over his footing.<br /><br />[20:45] Jain Fhang: She does not. Graceful as she was, Jain stumbles against his wrapped feet. His playful game was unexpected, and had caught her mid sentence, "By THE..." ...her words met an abrupt end as she hit the warm, fine sand. She scouled, half embarassed and half fueled by surprise. She quickly unclasped her tangeled cape as she rose to her feet to face Eru.<br /><br />[20:52] Eruadan (Drega) expelled a hearty "Ha!" as his foot caught on hers and she thudded against the sand. The laugh stopped short as he found her abruptly on her feet, derobed. He swallowed hard, more from the sight of her form than from any sudden rush of fear at the upcoming spar. With a grin and a quick movement of his hands, he unclasped his cloak with one hand and unhooked his sword with the other. With a wrapped foot, he slid the sword far behind him and beckoned her with his hands. "Want to hit me?" he grinned with anticipation.<br /><br />[21:00] Jain Fhang: Face remained stoic with his question. She slowly tied her hair up into a knot in preparation. With a heavy kick against the sand she launched herself into the air. Like a gust of wind she was head over feet above Eru; her outstretched arms didn't tangle, they were flexed in anger. She quickly punched down against his body with a loud 'THUMP'. Her fist contacted him square between his neck and shoulders on both sides. A complete rotation in the air, and she landed on her feet again, now facing his muscular back.<br /><br />[21:08] Eruadan (Drega) watched as the graceful Jain soared over his head and prepared for the contact her hands would undoubtably make against his body. A hiss of air escaped his lips as her fists smacked muscle and bone. When she landed behind him, he turned quickly with his right arm outstretched in a chop. His aim was on her bicep as he did not really wish to cause her arm, but intended to weaken her muscle for the next blow she'd send his way.<br /><br />[21:12] Jain Fhang: He contacted her arm. 'Damn he is quick' she thought to herself as she stepped back, cradling her right with her left. She waited for the now dancing sands to settle around them...her gaze flirted against his as she tried to mask the pain she felt on her face. "Why do you toy with me, water Djinn?" The element hissed from her lips like a torrent of air hitting against a shear rock cliff.<br /><br />[21:19] Eruadan (Drega) kept his distance from her as she backed away. He remained in stance, bobbing slightly on his toes as they sunk slightly into the hot sand. His dark eyes glistened like the sweat on his tan skin when he looked upon her. The corners of his lips curled into a mischevious grin as he brought his arms up to massage at the pain in his shoulders and neck. The sharpness of her words only egged him on. "Why do you enable me, dear Jain?" he asked with words that gently flowed over the distance between them.<br /><br />[21:25] Jain Fhang: Face reddened, though whether it was from subject matter or his choice of words she didn't know. A gust of emotions circled in her mind: anger, embarrassment, intrigue, and ... one emotion that she hadn't experienced before in her time on the land of Taure Emata. She let go of her right arm, the sharp pain subsidding. Perhaps, she also let down her guard...despite Eru's defensive stance. "That..." she stumbeled over her words, causing her face to redden even more, "...I do not enable you, young one."<br /><br />[21:35] Eruadan (Drega) continued to rub at his sore muscles. Frankly, she had him more sore in that blow than the entire day of sparring with the warriors. "What ever you say... wise one," he jested with a smirk as he took a step closer to her. The defensiveness melted from his form as he neared her. After his last remark it may have been unwise to let down his guard, but there he was... taking another step towards her. There was no denying what he felt, despite his lack of knowing how to properly express it. He enjoyed being able to spark an emotional response from her, even if it was anger and irritation. "Your cheeks are pinking. Too much sun?"<br /><br />[break]<div><br /></div><div><div>[17:29] Jain Fhang looks up towards Eru, her eyebrows flexing in tension. Her mind raced with consequences...consequences for continuing whatever this was with Eru. Or, moreso, consequences for letting him continue on this path for her affection. She crosses her arms, letting her weight fall back upon her heals. "I am not free of ties..." she said, her expression softening. She ignored his jest, her tone turning towards his true aim.</div><div><br /></div><div>[17:39] Eruadan (Drega) thought perhaps he had begun to overstep boundaries and he truly did not wish to cause her discomfort. He refrained from taking any further steps towards her since his attention suddenly felt unwanted. The sudden spar had caused him to think that stood a chance, and perhaps he had but she was reminded of her ties. "Oh," he said simply, a touch of defeatism in his voice. "I did not know... you were spoken for," he continued with honesty. "I certainly hope that whoever holds your heart is worthy of it."</div><div><br /></div><div>[17:44] Jain Fhang moves her right arm to rub her left in momentary uneasiness...."Forgive me for being so caustic..." she looks down towards Eru's feet, her eyes welling with what could be perceived as the beginnings of tears. "I am ...not at ease, Eru." she turns, her back now facing him....she did not want him to see the torrent of emotion that now plagued her face. "I am not spoken for by my desire...nor want..." her voice trails off as she looks towards the orange horizon.</div><div><br /></div><div>[17:51] Eruadan (Drega) did not see the tears, but he felt them and could not keep himself from stepping to her side. He reached out to her, taking her left forearm in his right hand - not strongly, but gently. If she turned towards him, she would see that his was face riddled with concern and even a bit of confusion. The corners of his mouth upturned and his brow furrowed as he questioned the state she was in. "How..." he nearly chuckled, "Surely you could beat anyone who gave unwanted advances to a bloody pulp."</div><div><br /></div><div>[17:56] Jain Fhang lets her left forearm relax in his grasp...her heart beats fast with his touch. It was rough and coarse, but the unspoken was powerful to her. She turned to face him, letting her figure move towards his soft pull....her eyes were strong but swollen with the recent onset of silent tears. She stared deeply into his, silently focusing on what was behind them. A deep breath released, she said, "You must know...I struggle against you...for fear of hurting you...beyond the physical". She spoke quietly, but with great passion.</div><div><br /></div><div>[18:07] Eruadan (Drega) kept his hand on her arm and, because she did not pull away from him, he lifted his other hand to gently cup her face. His skin was rough from a fighter's life in the sun, but his touch was soft and enveloped his feelings for her. When he spoke again, the words were heavy, but flowed easily from his lips. "You will not hurt me," he smiled as he looked into her reddening eyes. As a tear continued to roll over her soft cheek, he brushed it a way with a simple movement of his thumb. "No one should dare to chain your heart. I will stand in the way of it - even if you will not have me." As he ended his promise with a bit of a smirk and an uneasy glance at his feet.</div><div><br /></div><div>[18:16] Jain Fhang lets her face melt into his hand. She kept it there, longing for the touch. She let his words fall to the breeze...as she kept staring in his eyes. Time passes until his smirk registers on her emotions. She can't help but smile softly at his coy demeanour. "I shall tell you Eru...I shall tell you why I stray from your advances...." she looks downwards again. "But, you must promise you will not act upon my words...do not react...for that is what I fear'</div><div><br /></div><div>[18:31] Eruadan (Drega)'s brow raised once again at her words. Perhaps, judging by the weight of her words, the situation was more grave than he assumed. His gaze returned to focus on her dark eyes and he would grin at her again. The protective nature of his very essence made him a little more cocky than he probably should have been. He assumed the one who sought to steal Jain's unwilling heart would have sworn the warriors' oath. Stubborn and determined creatures, they were. He could take any of them. "I can take it," he said with the grin he wore to combat her sadness.</div><div><br /></div><div>[18:41] Jain Fhang's eyes return to meet Eru's. She lets her body fold into his embrace upon seeing his grin. She let her remaining hand fall upon his bare chest. She exhaled, the hot air hitting against the sweat on his body. She says quietyly, 'It is the Ashera...he has made his intentions known." Her voice trails off. A mixture of emotions flitterd in her mind, like a storm brewing in the atmosphere. Respect for the Ashera. Yet a distaste....a fear of his wrath if she denied his advances....."I do not know what to do, Eru..."</div><div><br /></div><div>[19:22] Eruadan (Drega) warmly accepted the troubled Jain into his thick arms. The first time he would hold her and it was in the openness of the desert, in the middle of the training grounds, and unhidden from the eyes of others. The feeling that radiated from his heart to his limbs was like electricity sparking each cell with pure Life. And then she said the deadly words - the Ashera had His eye on Jain. Once burning passion was now chilled like the desert air when the moonlight illuminated the old rune stones. He froze in mind and body. A warrior was sworn to uphold the Ashera's Will, for upholding His will was upholding Djinn Law. To go against one's oath and the Nomos was asking for curses and death. Though Eruadan was not old enough have seen past Asheras, he knew that this Ashera was the most unforgiving being in the land. Though his brain screamed the lessons of his upbringing and his obediance begged him to remember his oath, Eru could not disobey his heart. He was a young Djinn who was still naive about many things and still held on to that sense of rebellion. After some time passed with his arms protectively around Jain's form, Eru finally spoke with a whisper against her slender ear. "Jain... I have no answer other than what I feel." He paused to rest his head against hers. "It may be reckless for me to feel for you the way I do, but I can not deny my heart. I will accept the consequences... I cannot live a lie, but I will not put you in harm's way."</div></div><div><br /></div><div>[To be continued.... Again]</div>Kielan Parxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938324801347211240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-48103316935714657822010-06-02T17:06:00.001-07:002011-04-18T16:03:26.670-07:00Viewpoint<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHga1VUyiulM7QGnpoHzniau6eVahHlo-G_Lj2mwX2WcVoKvKU-xm5oW62MlViSD-LWKTmotMziuzUaVM2zyv_XJ-AA1MPlL4eLCAs_vc3u1BKPFqMPqwkSfOgkmPE0tNPYli6GJrXeF1N/s1600/Snapshot_001.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHga1VUyiulM7QGnpoHzniau6eVahHlo-G_Lj2mwX2WcVoKvKU-xm5oW62MlViSD-LWKTmotMziuzUaVM2zyv_XJ-AA1MPlL4eLCAs_vc3u1BKPFqMPqwkSfOgkmPE0tNPYli6GJrXeF1N/s320/Snapshot_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478332299402776194" /></a>Kielan Parx: watches silently from an outcropping of rocks as Eru sits near the water's edge. She studies and catelogs his fluid movements...the enigma of Eru a cause of intense curiosity.<br /><br />Eraudan (Drega) sits at the waterside with his baggy pant legs rolled up to his thighs to keep the fabric from getting soaked as he slowly swishes his feet in the water. He leans back, gently outstretching his arms behind him in order to distrubute his weight in a manner than is relaxing. Cocking his head to the side, he watches the fish as they dart and play beneath the rippling surface.<br /><br />Kielan Parx: She steps closer, nearer to the edge of the rocky outcropping...careful not to disturb his silent reverie. Her eyes focus on the web of wrinkels around his dark eyes. A soft smile parts her lips; despite his rough exterior, this was a Djinn to be cherished.<br /><br />Eraudan (Drega) was caught up in the roaring sound of the waterfall that rushed over the entrance to his solitary cave home. Rolling his head back, he closed his eyes as his face pointed towards the ceiling of the vast expanse of cave. "Why hello, dear Ashera," he greeted with a cool flow of words.<br /><br />Kielan Parx: Half-frowned as she knelt down on the rocky surface then layed her head delicately over the cliff edge. She had wanted to frighten the elder Djinn with her greeting... but part of her longstanding desire to playfully set him on edge. Her frown up turned to a mischievious (sp?) grin ans she replied, 'Good day old one...' she waited to see if he would open his eyes. Time passed before, '...how fair your scaley friends?'<br /><br />Eraudan (Drega) opened his eyes slowly to look upon her form as she hung overhead. Ages of training kept him aware of his surroundings and though he had not heard her approach over the sounds of the rushing water, he could feel her gaze upon him. An amused smirk curled the left corner of his mouth upon hearing 'old one' fall from her lips. "They fair," he replied gently as he spoke of the fish. "And yourself?" he inquired friendly rather than formally.<br /><br />[10:45] Kielan Parx: Let one of her arms join her head in the hanging greeting. With all pretense of a silent approach gone, the arm flopped like a dead fish upon the stone, casting loose pebbles down into the Djinn's water. She watched the pebbles as they descended towards the mirror surface before replying, "I fair as Djinns do. Though I must say, I do not find solace as easily as you seem to. I do not have fish as my company, to call my own and be left ...alone with." She smirks at the word 'alone'...knowing her presence was a distraction to him.<br /><br />Eruadan (Drega) dropped his head to the side to watch as the pebbles broke the surface of the water, casting a splatter of ripples out in many little rings. He watched as the small rocks lost speed and sank slowly to the murky bottom as the rings on the surface grew bigger and disapated. He was quiet as he watched the water and considered her words. He would smile again, briefly, before he rolled his head back to look upon her. This was a young Djinn that looked back at him, but it was also the Ashera. Many found it difficult to be in the presence of this embodiment of all Elements, but he emitted a sense of awe of her. His eyes stared at her, but he was careful not to propose a challenge by matching her gaze. "I suppose it is an odd life to lead when one has all the people at Her feet. Never left alone, yet still feeling alone."<br /><br />Kielan Parx's face goes still with the elder Djinn's words... she watches nothing in particular for a long moment before re-animating and gathering her thoughts. Another arm plops over the edge of the cliff wall...she was not afraid to throw out the expected notions of proper behavior an Ashera should show in front of Eru. He was older, new far more than she, and yet it was she that found herself as ruler. This prospect was one that she couldn't fully get comfortable with, but Eru was one that knew this. She smiled warmly before playfully spouting, 'Watch your tongue, ancient one...or I will have it!' She arched an eyebrow in jest.<br /><br />Eruadan (Drega) smirked as and shifted his weight to raise a hand, as if taking an oath, in defence. "My tongue is stilled," he offered and replaced his hand behind his back to prope himself up. He lifted his feet from the water and crossed his legs in front of him. The water that remained on his legs soon krept into the fibers of his clothing, but he paid it no mind. Kielan was not the old Ashera and he found he often reminded himself of this fact.<br /><br />Kielan Parx: Paused for some time. She breathed slowly, taking in the fragrant, sweet air surrounding the Glowfruit grove. A blossom cascaded from one of the higher bows of one of the trees. She watched as it danced in air, carried by an invisible stream of air. She focused her eyes, letting her awareness of the element increase. Soon, a faint billowing of color could be seen around the blossom; the air made visible through her commune with the element. More time passed before, 'Tell me Eru, what say you opening the water channel? An influx of new creatures would swim to you, that is of certain. Do we lift the water sieve that has been in place for eons? I will do this for you, if you ask it."<br /><br />Eruadan (Drega) did nothing to break the silence between them as the Ashera observed her realm within the cave. He watched as she practiced her skills with the Elements as the floating blossom glowed by her will and grace. Crossing his legs and folding them underneath him, he leaned back a bit further and found himself more comfortable as he considered her question. "Hmmm..." he pondered aloud. "I suppose with the new Air floating our way, that new Water would be welcomed, as well." Eru spoke with a calm tone that revealed he was not overly excited about the suggestion, but neither was he displeased by the idea. "We must take well-guarded measures that the flowing of water does not bring unwanteds where they do not belong," he warned cautiously.<br /><br />Kielan Parx: Listens to his words with an ernest interest. As simple as the question sounded, she was attempting to gage his comfort with the recent parting of the sands. The lands to the South have yet to make themselves known as friend or foe, and she was inexperienced as an Ashera...those of the past had dealt with turmoil and change. She, on the other hand, had come into prophecy only in the most recent second of Djinn history. "Tell me Eru..." she used his name to inpart the seriousness of her tone. "Are we to continue on the path that has lead us to this point? Or will things change entirely as we know it?" Her countenance changed, she was no longer speaking of mere fish.<br /><br />Eruadan (Drega), with a deep expel of air, despite that breathing was unnecessary, let his arms slide out from under him as he lay down flat against the wet earth. His legs uncrossed and stretched outward to allow the heels of his feet to kiss the water's surface. Keeping his eyes up towards her as he spoke, his words came out forced as he made sure his response would be heard over the waterfall. "Alas my queen, I am no mystic. The gift of foresight in matters of racial relations are beyond this old warrior's grasp." He paused as he brushed a strand of hair from his face. "We have been isolated for so long that most of our kind has forgotten the world outside ourselves. Though I cannot speak for Him, I believe He intended for our solidarity," Eru said, speaking of the previous Ashera. "The Djinn will have faith in You, that You will do what You feel is best for Your people. I swore my oath to protect the Ashera and the realm. I will not dictate what should be Your will, but will only warn that some doors are locked for a reason."<br /><br />Kielan Parx: Dangling arms and face disappear beyond the rocky ledge they layed upon. The soft sound of barefeet against gritty rock could be heared if one was close enough. The Ashera stood up, dusted off her robes and stared ahead at the interwoven braches of the Glowfruit trees swaying in the magic breeze. "Your words aide me well, Eru. I thank you for your wisdom." with a pitter pat of slender feet against stone, the Ashera disappeared into the adjacent tunnel...pausing only shortly to glance back towards Eru's grove.Kielan Parxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938324801347211240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-31993788696301919252010-05-26T04:12:00.000-07:002011-04-18T16:03:45.377-07:00A Fae Recollects<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizQGIf7EVTB06PGPqgdzDOCehocysxhscTDaXoaLxd4uPbLIKDLwnybeCvDmSm3imU3ImK8AXto7UbTT0au0eWihA5J6LfJpdhkUddSvQq6jHfP5RmjMh1f1mUvcdTPWjK6XGYbZV0OoqU/s1600/Asadora_Vessel.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizQGIf7EVTB06PGPqgdzDOCehocysxhscTDaXoaLxd4uPbLIKDLwnybeCvDmSm3imU3ImK8AXto7UbTT0au0eWihA5J6LfJpdhkUddSvQq6jHfP5RmjMh1f1mUvcdTPWjK6XGYbZV0OoqU/s320/Asadora_Vessel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475535313337909554" border="0" /></a><a href="http://doyennetruefae.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-of-seven.html"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> All of the Seven</span><br /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span> <div class="post-header"> </div> As this Fae stands close yet so near, words begin to form and cling to one another, which they mold to from thoughts:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When the Will is broke and falls afar,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Extinct as an accursed star;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Self, one moment held behind,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Whirls like a dead leaf in the wind;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Down the Abyss, The Soul is drawn;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To that Dark Night that is the dawn.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Through halls of patience, palaces</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Of ever deeper silences,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Aeons, aeons, and aeons</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Of lampless empyreans</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Darker and deeper and holier, caves</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Of night unstirred by wind, great graves</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Of all that is or could ever be</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">in Time or Eternity.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Drawn, drawn, inevitably spanned,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tirelessly drawn by some strange hand,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Drawn inward in some sense unkenned</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Beyond all to an appointed end,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No end foreseen or hoped, drawn still</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Beyond word or Will</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Into Itself, drawn subtly, deep</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Through the dreamless deaths whose shadow is sleep,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Drawn as dawn shows, to the inmost Divine,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To the Temple, the Nave, the Choir, the Shrine,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To the Altar where in the most purest cup</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tainted with bloody wine and offered up.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Not is this given to any son of man.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The knowledge of this Sacrament;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The beginning of the One in Seven,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Where Divine, Cleric, and Worshipper,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Elder, asperger, thurifer, chorister,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Are one as they were one ere Time began,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Are one on Earth as they are one within the Beyond.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Where the soul is given a new name,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Confirming with an oath the same,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And with Earthen purity drink and bread</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Is most delicately fed,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yet suffereth in itself the curse</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Of the infinite universe,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Having made its own confession</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Of the mystery of transgression;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Where it is wedded solemnly</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">With the ring of space and Eternity,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Through incensed Aire, a Divinest of Breath,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">With Its first whisper dedicateth</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Its new life to a further death.</span><br /><br />As the thoughts of this Fae formed into an array of intended words with meaning, but not realising the purpose, something was discovered in recalling this fayhood tale.<br />Confession is often confused with an acceptance of a purpose. To tell another of an action that may be deemed unfavourable; but, who has enough Judgement to deem what is truly unfavourable?<br />It is not Divinity alone, nor is it a Cleric or those that follow that same path. It is the All of the Seven. The Seven dimensional aspects of the Universe, which makes up the All.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-34527209719618392662010-05-22T12:01:00.000-07:002011-04-18T16:04:14.282-07:00OOC Meeting on Factions, Guilds, and Lodges[11:06] Eecho Rotaru: Okay It is time for the other class.<br />[11:09] Eecho Rotaru: If you want to know more about Aryador's factions, its guilds, and lodges please hang around. Those who are leaving, thank you for coming!<br />[11:12] Eecho Rotaru: I am Eecho. I am one of the admins here in Aryador. Our other admins are Kaelen Caerndow, Kielan Parx (who is here), Colbe Fhang, and the sim owner vaurk Ort<br />[11:13] Eecho Rotaru: We also have those who lead various faction, guilds, lodges etc who are officers/mentors who really are the ones who keep Aryador going on day to day rp :)<br />[11:13] Eecho Rotaru: They are our life blood<br />[11:13] Eecho Rotaru: We just wanted to take a moment to let you know what our factions and such are<br />[11:14] Eecho Rotaru: The first thing we will look at are factions. Factions are groups of people banded together by race or ideology<br />[11:16] Eecho Rotaru: I know one correction on the factions. I believe the Mari faction and the Luna Floresta faction are joining into one....a type of guardians of the waters and forests<br />[11:16] Eecho Rotaru: Keepers of all the wilds<br />[11:16] Eecho Rotaru: Fur would you like to tell us a bit about them?<br />[11:16] Eecho Rotaru: They are our newest faction<br />[11:17] Fur Yifu: Yes..we are a tribe of Wood and Water dwellers<br />[11:17] Fur Yifu: Fierce protectors of Nature<br />[11:18] Fur Yifu: While still Dark, we are inclined to Neutral, with a range<br />[11:18] Fur Yifu: between a little lighter and a little darker<br />[11:18] Snow Wolfhunter: well, see you in half an hour. waves*<br />[11:19] Eecho Rotaru: Aye, while we are pretty open, we do require all factions and folks to be some shade of dark. Those of the light would join Sylvhara :)<br />[11:19] Fur Yifu: there are also racial guidelines<br />[11:19] Casbah FalconerCasbah Falconer nods<br />[11:20] Fur Yifu: Mer, Sirens Sea Nymphs in the sea sub-faction<br />[11:20] Fur Yifu: Centaur, Dryad, Ent, Faun, Gryphon, Halfling, Wood Elf, Wood Nymphs..in the Wood<br />[11:20] Eecho Rotaru: Thank you Fur. I know they are working on their united card atm. But it should be coming out soon. :) Kielan leads the Natib Qadish faction. Kielan, would you tell us about it?<br />[11:22] Kielan Parx: Sure! The Natib Qadish are a new faction, tied together mainly by race. It is the Djinn (genie for SF) faction, that will live in a cavern on Taure Emata. Serves as a way to deepen some rp with a fairly unplayed race. Dark, mysterious, xenophobic...who will begin RP trying to acclimate to now sharing an open border with Aryador.<br />[11:23] Kielan Parx: Other races are definitely welcome to come in and RP with the Djinn...we started a little subfaction called 'Sula yn Emata' or 'Guest of the Isle' for other races who want to develop backstories to tie in with the Djinn :D<br />[11:23] PrimSavers - 1 Prim Medieval Chair (Arms-Short) - 6 Textures whispers: Time for dialog has expired, click again for use...<br />[11:24] Eecho Rotaru: Thanks Kielan<br />[11:24] Eecho Rotaru: Oh and I made a mistake...Clan Wælgrye is our newest faction...they are those of the village. Casbah Falconer leads them. Casbah would you tell a bit about them?<br />[11:24] Kielan Parx: Lots of information, posted on the new blog for Aryador.<br />[11:24] Eecho Rotaru: ooh tell us where to find it Kie<br />[11:24] Dart Chaffe: do do!<br />[11:25] Kielan Parx: http://taureemata.blogspot.com/<br />[[11:25] Kielan Parx: and anyone who sends me their email address can post on the blog :D<br />[11:25] Asadora Summers: bit of a cranky sort<br />[[11:26] Eecho Rotaru: I would guess laweful evil correct<br />[11:26] Kielan Parx: *nods*<br />[11:26] Fur Yifu: nods<br />[11:26] Eecho Rotaru: they are run by an evil Ashera (queen) who demands order...they are definately not chaotic<br />[11:26] Eecho Rotaru: almost babylonian in thought<br />[[11:29] Eecho Rotaru: okay sorry but for times sake, lets move on...Casbah<br />[11:29] Eecho Rotaru: Tell us about our newest faction<br />[11:30] Casbah Falconer: I will hand out the basics from the nc for the clan of Waelgrye<br />[11:30] Casbah Falconer: it is still under construction but this is hwo it will be this far:<br />[11:30] Casbah Falconer: If you would like to become a member of the clan and be active as a roleplayer in and around the village, you have to work out a suitable roleplay in a way that suits your character to become a part of the kinship. The clans leadership will together decide when you proved yourself worthy to be a clan member and share the secrets and bounds that keeps the clan together.<br />Lexie Lukas mutters willy wags... *grins*<br />[11:31] Casbah Falconer: The clan is named after the village and has now the name Walegrye that means in anglosaxon..a place from where danger comes<br />[11:31] Casbah Falconer: The village is resting on the southeast ridge of Aryador... not yet as ancient as the land itself but still old enough that very few remember its history. The village itself was built upon the ruins of some ancient structure... according to legend, is said to be the place where the blood flowed from those who were murdered.<br />The village is governed by clan Wælgrye of Aryador and, as in ancient times, protect the village from the intrusion and threats but also engaged in trade, barter and a few other dubious activities as well.<br />[11:32] Casbah Falconer: The clan now runs the Hobgoblin tavern and keeps a close eye on the passers-by who enter Aryador through the southeast portal.<br />The clan's own history for the uninitiated is a mystery due to the fact it hides its secrets well. It is said that the clan must protect something from Aryadors past, but it is uncertain if they even know themselves what that something is. The elders speak of an urn.. an urn filled with soil mixed with blood from those once killed in the bright light from the moon of Aryador.. causing an earthquake corrupting the land. When the clan gathers they do pretend that this urn is well hidden in the ruins, quietly resting below the village buildings.<br />[11:32] Casbah Falconer: It has long been forgotten.. who is related to whom within the clan. But cohesion is strong, their interest is to protect clan secrets and receive an income from the trades that are made in the village and the sale of wine, beer and bread in tavern.<br />[11:33] Casbah Falconer: we will give the other factions some trouble ..just you wait ;)<br />[11:34] Eecho Rotaru: Thanks Casbah! That faction nc had one mistake in it (at least) Lexie Lukas is the leader of the Nox Faction. Lexie will you tell us about Nox?<br />[11:34] Casbah Falconer: we will have our issues internal and as well with other factions and with sylvhara<br />[11:34] Lexie Lukas: Yes<br />[11:34] Casbah Falconer: thank you<br />[11:34] Lexie Lukas: The Nox Templars are made up of a tight knit family who are involved in all levels of crime. From petty theives, rogues, assassains, spies, and other unsavory figures.<br />[11:35] Lexie Lukas: This is the more or less known version<br />[11:35] Lexie Lukas: We accpet all races tribes whatever<br />[11:35] Lexie Lukas: adn we dont do much without some sort of payment<br />[11:35] Lexie Lukas: we are very very loyla as a family fo brothers would be<br />[11:35] Ava VerinoAva Verino pouts..payment in blood..<br />[11:36] Lexie Lukas: and we seem to have gotten a reputation for Evil.. very very bad evil<br />[11:36] Lexie LukasLexie Lukas laughs softly<br />[11:36] Tosh Snook: surely not!<br />[11:36] Manitou FrideManitou Fride licks his lips hearing talk of blood<br />[11:36] Casbah Falconer: hehe<br />[11:36] Ava VerinoAva Verino nods frowning<br />[11:36] Casbah Falconer: and bodyparts<br />[11:36] Lexie Lukas: .. but we also like to protect ALL of Ayrador<br />[11:37] Eecho Rotaru: Thank you Lexie. I lead the Hive which is made up almost exclusively of Unseelie/dark/evil fae and elementals. We thrive on chaos, and almost touch a bit on the insane. We may hate you one moment only to befriend you the next...however the Hive always comes first.<br />[11:37] Ava Verino: well that is the beauty of Aryador.. when it comes to the battle we protect eachother<br />[11:37] Ava Verino: nox or not<br />[11:37] Lexie Lukas: ;)<br />[11:37] Eecho Rotaru: A good tip on dealing with us....we cannot lie...but we may leave out key facts...any agreements should be inspected very clearly.<br />[11:38] Eecho Rotaru: Right Dart?<br />[11:38] Dart ChaffeDart Chaffe nods in remembered agreement<br />[11:38] Eddepet Jacobus: *mutters about trade secreets<br />[11:38] Fur Yifu: giggles<br />[11:38] Eecho Rotaru: I mean we may make an agreement but there may be certain loopholes that you may not notice<br />[11:38] Casbah Falconer: the naughty naughty party faction<br />[11:39] Fur Yifu: is there a DROW faction still?<br />[11:39] Eecho Rotaru: We only say what we exactly mean...and not necessarily implied<br />[11:39] Eecho Rotaru: No...atm there is no drow faction<br />[11:39] Fur Yifu: ok<br />[11:39] Eecho Rotaru: That said there may be one in the works<br />[11:39] Eecho Rotaru: but who knows for sure<br /><br />[11:41] Eecho Rotaru: It is there...Kaelen is believed to be the last remaining drow of the house....though others have been spotted<br />[11:42] Casbah Falconer: nods<br />[11:42] Ava Verino: ok<br />[11:42] Ava Verino: the matron?<br />[11:42] Casbah FalconerCasbah Falconer hisse<br />[11:42] Casbah Falconer: s<br />[11:42] Eecho Rotaru: The first guild is the Cleric Guild. It is led by Kaelen Caerndow. Clerics primarily act as healers who get their healing from a deity<br />[11:43] Eecho Rotaru: Clerics are not simply folks who want to be healers but must be an active priest/priestess of a god/dess<br />[11:43] Eecho Rotaru: The guild, like all the guilds are graded in that there are levels you move up.<br />[11:43] Eecho Rotaru: One never graduates from a guild<br />[11:44] Eecho Rotaru: As long as you are that class you are in that guild.<br />[11:44] Eecho Rotaru: We have 2 temples as part of Aryador. There is the one that was part of the Drow temple, where Kaelen does most of his training.<br />[11:44] Eecho Rotaru: There is also another one in Taure Emata<br />[11:45] Eecho Rotaru: February Slade is our Archmage and leads the Mage guild....Feb would you like to talk about it a minute?<br />[11:46] February Slade: Mages are a varied group: necromancers, who deal with the mysteries of death, more academic mages who immerse themselves in the study of the secrets of the universe, elementalists who wield the power of fire, earth air and water, and many other possiblities.<br />[11:48] February Slade: But all of them are similar in that they draw on their own knowledge and personal energy for at least some of their power, they need not follow a god, though many do, nor need they be especially aligned with nature...they are associated with power, mystery, and seeking knowledge.<br />[11:49] February Slade: Mechanically in battle they are most obviously different from the other spellcasters in that they have themost powerful attack magic, but cannot heal themselves or others.<br />[11:49] Lexie Lukas: The templar guild is a warrior cleric guild.. its members are either follow a cleric or a warrior initial path<br />We are the lawful evil which is a trick.. the answer lies in whose law do we follow.. which diabolically is our own<br />We are sercretive , strong, and as I had spoken of Diabolical<br />We love to fight on the field of battle but will leave no brother behind.. we are fiercely loyal to a fault<br />We answer to dieties whom we select.. and they are most certainly dark... we are likened to the Sith in Star wars.. that is about it Eecho<br /><br />[11:52] Eecho Rotaru: Our next 3 guilds (shaman, bard, and druid) fall under one heading mystics. While the training is different, they are all hybrids able to do some damage and some healing but not stronger than the clerics or mages in their healing or magic. Ava Verino leads our shaman's guild. Ava would you like to g<br /><br />[11:55] Dart Chaffe: What a Bard "is" cannot be defined by a simple declaration, such as "poet" or "entertainer".<br />In the world outside of SL, the term has followed (and is still following) a progression of definition.<br />[11:55] Dart Chaffe: n Celtic history, the earliest meaning of the term was in fact derogatory<br />a "wastrel" a vagabond teller of tales and a musican unschooled and often poorly skilled.<br />Later, the label "Bard" came to be applied to poets as well as recorders and repositories of history.<br />These Bards often enjoyed the largess of royalty and were able to express themselves frankly<br />without threat or reprisal or punishment.<br />Later still, the "Bard" was an accomplished and often renown poet and playwright. A true entertainer, an artist.<br />But enough about that "other" realm, we are in SL!<br />[11:56] Dart Chaffe: Here, each who wishes to be known as Bard must create their own path.<br />Through the Guild system in Aryador, by followig a brief course through apprentiship, one can be initiated as<br />a bard,By displaying suitable roleplay skills<br />[11:57] Dart Chaffe: By learning or showing skills with a musical instrumentBy adapting a current theme to poetry, play or other artistic endeavor<br />[11:57] Dart Chaffe: But by far, most important to the role is "Who am I?" , "How do I fit into this world?"<br />That, only the initiate can decide and grow into.<br />[11:57] Eecho Rotaru: Thanks Dart. I will share a bit about the druid and shaman guild. I lead the Druid guild. Druids and shamans have many of the same abilities. Druids work with the four elements and nature, herbs etc....Shamans work with ancestors and totems. Both do minor healing and minor damage.<br />[11:57] Dart Chaffe: I, for one, have chosen a very "human" role, replete with faults and frailties.<br />Dart is no "Queens favorite", no "shaper of events through influence"<br />no "white-bearded wizened sage". Closer to the original Celtic definition, he is almost fatally flawed and makes his barefoot way JUST keeping out of terminal troubles at any given time.<br /><br />[11:59] Eecho Rotaru: Okay I am sorry but it is time to run.<br />[11:59] Lexie LukasLexie Lukas taps the Hive King on the shoulder" Excuse sir the allaince has been called to arms.. I need to go "<br />[11:59] Eecho Rotaru: I hope this has helpedKielan Parxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938324801347211240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-787665209598872572010-05-20T18:22:00.000-07:002011-04-18T16:04:27.191-07:00The Fae Reroots Herself<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirAK-G53kkfWwYUr-gKUfk7WuR5GNw8GsQtRSrCDoi7pCdu3oe-ZSTrXA5874yufMgu8eBiUzeCVm-5eCTNB2nHOAbBGerJUVaKN34dJrgy2eR5GHC_kK7tE-63Dme2ugpcK3_LGrCgIAq/s1600/Inspecting_Fruit_001.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirAK-G53kkfWwYUr-gKUfk7WuR5GNw8GsQtRSrCDoi7pCdu3oe-ZSTrXA5874yufMgu8eBiUzeCVm-5eCTNB2nHOAbBGerJUVaKN34dJrgy2eR5GHC_kK7tE-63Dme2ugpcK3_LGrCgIAq/s320/Inspecting_Fruit_001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473528891984719874" border="0" /></a><br />Asadora sighed softly when the Amzurad departed. She could not help but to find a commonality between the hardened words of the Amzurad and an event in her past. Surveying the watery garden she fluttered twice as thoughts of old wisdom drifts into her mind:<br /><br /> 'It has always been so, and it will always be thus, young fayling. You will gather to share. You will be shown discipline by care-taking of that which sustains you. In order for your essence to blossom, you must help that of which is around you to also blossom.'<br /><br /><br />She closed her eyes and gathered herself into a seat upon the ground. Her mind overwhelmed her with images that formed into remembered scenes:<br /><br /><br /> 'Is that not what sprites and pixies are for? They are far better gatherers than I. They have the...' the young fayling's words paused for a beat as she carefully considered her further words, '...time to spare, whereas I have far better things to accomplish.' She flicked her small wings and when she did tiny feathery molts fell from the wing-tips.<br />The Elder was not pleased as his face clearly showed it. The young fayling was eager to learn, eager to absorb what knowledge was available, this an admirable trait yet, can hinder to weakness. The Elder sighed deeply and raised his wings high into the air. The span of his wings covering the Luna light which cascaded down around them. 'Fayling Asadora, your question holds no meaning. You will not learn by delegation. You -will- do these things, as you are TrueFae. Life is a fragile balance, if you do not do what others have done before you, you can not follow the True Path, which is your natural birth-right, for you are TrueFae! These things build the beginning of your path, and you will start by clearing the way!'<br /><br />The Elder then pointed towards the arch made of two giant Willows with branches that were interlinked with one another. Young Asadora lowered her head as she drooped her wings completely into a patch of orchids. Her voice was not able to carry a strong tone and when she opened her mouth to speak, broken words left her lips, 'It has always been so, and it will always be thus, Uncle.' She nodded her head once to him and kept her wings low as she proceeded through the willowed arch-way.<br />The young fayling knew not to put into question the words of her Uncle. Even though he was her direct kin, he was also a High Elder, which did not afford her any favours.<br /><br />As the memories began to ease from her mind, she opens her eyes to the present. She raises slowly to perk her wings, surveying around her, forming a plan in her mind. 'It would seem that now is the time of when I return to my roots.' Inspecting a basket of exotic fruit, she picks up a piece, examines it before replacing it into the basket. Knowing what exactly she is to gather, she proceeds with the activity.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-81167796297665138002010-05-19T14:52:00.000-07:002011-04-18T16:04:39.153-07:00Natib Qadish - Lexicon<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;">Akrabar - the five tests that discern the elemental affinity of the Natib Qadish. Usually undertaken around the age of 25, though often an affinity is apparent before this age.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;">Akel-Kartza - The Slanderer</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;">Akren-Alish - literally 'whispering death'. The ceremonial sword of the office of the Amzurad.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;">Ashera - the ruler of the Natib Qadish, the fifth element.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;">Amzurad - literally, 'empty vessel'. The Natib Qadish born without an elemental affiliation and destined to serve the Ashera completely</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;">Natib Qadish - literally 'Righteous People'. The Djinn. The Djinn come to be in the desert, formed from the burning sands. They begin life with dark skin that grows slowly paler as they age. Ancient Djinn, some as old as 1,000 years old, are pale, often albino having spent centuries underground. Each Djinn (with the exception of the Ashera and the Amzurad) is allied to an element that defines their character and station in life. Djinn can fly, live unnaturally long lives and are devoted to the collection and preservation of knowledge. They are self-interested, xenophobic and racially elitist.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;">Nergal - the deity who presides over the netherworld, and who stands at the head of the special pantheon assigned to the government of the dead</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Nomos - Any Kind Of Law, Laws, Or Statutes (Ashera's Will?)</div><div><br /></div></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Qadisuma - Priest</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;">Qafa - literally 'cage'. The round stone formations in which some of the Natib Qadish live, hanging from the ceiling of the cavern. These are carved out of stalagtites.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;">Resh Karak - a desert region</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;">Singing Sands - a desert region known for the wind-carved crystals that 'sing' as the desert winds move over them.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;">Sula yn Emata - literally 'guest of the isle'. The honouriffic afforded to visitors accepted by the Natib Qadish.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Taraa - Tutors</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tarea va Karsavan - Literally "Door to Thrones." This would refer to transcention, the Djinn's form of death. A Djinn may also refer to this as "Sitrah Hora" meaning "The Other Side."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tartaros - Literally "Place for Imprisioned Spirits." How the Djinn would refer to the death of Non-Djinn. Tartaros would be the place the dead would go to, but simply stating "Tartaros," in a firm tone to someone would be quite an insult. Stating it to another Djinn would imply that they would not reach Transcention and would go to where all the other races go when they die.</div></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;">Taure Emata - literally 'dark isle'. The realm of the Natib Qadish, a land of sand and stone ruled by the Ashera</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Ur - a prefix meaning 'high', as in Ur Qadisuma (high priest).</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;">Vay - those Natib Qadish born with no affinity to any element. They come to be in response to the formation of a new Ashera. One of the Vay is chosen to serve as Amzurad, the rest are put to death for being perversions of Natib Qadish nature.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#6f3c1b;"><br /></span></span></div>Iskrin Nightfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04870564306956466223noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-39607133499337571462010-05-19T14:47:00.000-07:002011-04-18T16:04:52.262-07:00Eruadan - Cranky, Old, Water Djinn<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjwJhCpdw-0lYSq_Xxsj9raJsN0LfL0YaaBweqgcndL04SWvHfcql0Rrv-AiD6Wefcbn0Hm_CtjucqfQq2xzOnK0hAq5uMbufEGI_A5utSawnLu-YqyiRUCmUzJnyS6NgGxL5oZf-2FAA/s1600/Eru.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjwJhCpdw-0lYSq_Xxsj9raJsN0LfL0YaaBweqgcndL04SWvHfcql0Rrv-AiD6Wefcbn0Hm_CtjucqfQq2xzOnK0hAq5uMbufEGI_A5utSawnLu-YqyiRUCmUzJnyS6NgGxL5oZf-2FAA/s320/Eru.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473107549617372610" /></a><div>When this Djinn came of age, he chose the name 'Eruadan' because he loved the way it rolled off his tongue. "Air-oo-ah-dahn" sounded to him like air blowing over a stony creek, causing little ripples of water to brush up against the silty earth. The first time he had come upon the name was in an old Elvish monk's tome in which he wrote of a man named "Gabriel." This messenger was heraled in his time and it inspired the young Djinn who read such old script.</div><div><br /></div><div>Though already assigned to the Water Element at birth, Eruadan had always felt a closeness to the water and would have chosen it for himself if he were given such the option. This being so, Eru spent most of his days within the cave, tending to the illuminated fish that inhabited the sacred pools within the rocky depths. Like some cave-dwelling animals, the pigmentation of his skin depleted over time and the sunlight began to irritate his eyesight. Though he will travel outside of the cave, he feels most at home inside near the sounds of the waterfall.</div><div><br /></div><div>As a warrior, Eruadan was sworn to protect the Ashera, the realm, and his people. He served the Ashara well and will continue to do so until the end of time. However, he has grown old and the physical realm has grown tiresome for him. No longer does the old warrior prepare for battle, yet this is not to say he lacks in ability or will to protect. He will fight when it is necessary, but he is difficult to provoke. Eru would rather speak wise words, tend to his fish, and pursue the young Djinn these days. </div><div><br /></div><div>Surpassing 500 years now, Eruadan serves the Ashera as he served the Ashera before her. Old and set in his ways, he acts as an advisor to the more progressive, young Ashera Kielan Parx. Ever-reminding her of the old ways, he is careful not to overstep his boundaries and only acts as an aid - not a threat.</div>Drega Enochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13233871476643862935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-29531909021972190962010-05-19T14:40:00.000-07:002011-04-18T16:05:16.896-07:00Iskrin Nightfire - The Amzurad of the Djinn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJ_tovEgzL-ncprmHdcVEVMqh6zazMWIeOdFnvmEVGbPNIi9dp4LQh4E1C7l7WFVquYJzf0DD0kFofKtZph70vS8KOsuvhCp17meFai-cW_Q0hTjEwWNE_igUQDA0ezBwVERSpq1d-Q0/s1600/kielan_024.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJ_tovEgzL-ncprmHdcVEVMqh6zazMWIeOdFnvmEVGbPNIi9dp4LQh4E1C7l7WFVquYJzf0DD0kFofKtZph70vS8KOsuvhCp17meFai-cW_Q0hTjEwWNE_igUQDA0ezBwVERSpq1d-Q0/s400/kielan_024.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />Iskrin came to be in the deserts of Resh Karak far across the Singing Sands. At the age of 25, when most Djinn have found their elemental affinity, it became clear that he was drawn to none of the four elements. The local shaman therefore conducted the Akrabar - the five tests - to determine his fate. The flaming sands revealed that Iskrin was one of the Vay - the perversions, one of whom in each generation is chosen to serve the Ashera.<br /><br />Iskrin was taken to the Temple of Bes-lal where his training as the potential Amzurad - the empty vessel into which the will of the Ashera is poured and through which the commands of the Ashera are executed - began. Finally, when Ashera Kielan was ready to ascend to power, she made the pilgrimage to the Temple to choose her Amzurad. After six days of trials, Kielan selected Iskrin and annointed him. He took his place at her side as guardian, adjutant and counsel, while the other Vay were put to death for their perversion.<br /><br />The Amzurad and the Ashera are the yin and yang of Djinn essence. The Ashera rules, the Amzurad obeys as the Ashera's sworn and fated guardian. Just as the Ashera is revered, so the Amzurad is all-but reviled by the Djinn. Lacking any elemental affinity, the Amzurad is viewed as a perversion of order, but one tolerated because of the neccessity to serve the Ashera. Iskrin's high office causes most Djinn to feel contempt and hatred, but their obedience of the Ashera and the Amzurad's skill and strength usually prove enough to keep him alive, despite repeated attempts on his life.Iskrin Nightfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04870564306956466223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-82264892240277003972010-05-19T14:33:00.001-07:002011-04-18T16:05:31.999-07:00Elements and the Natib Qadish<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:12px;color:#6f3c1b;">~~The Djinn and the Elements~~<br />When a djinn is born the priests of the land divine what this child's element and thus temprament will be based on the alignment of the stars at birth, and other factors. The affiliation with the elements does not grant any special powers, but rather simply explains their temprament and how they relate to other races related to that element. Based on the Djinn's Element, he or she may feel a kinship with the life of other races. This is not to say that they will always get along, but that their common interests will bring about fuller and more natural relationships.<br /><br />Ѯ Earth - [plants, forestation, land-dwelling life, earth...]<br />Djinn drawn to the Earth Elemental tend to have "down to earth" personalities. They are practical and their ways are often set in stone.<br />Practical and dependable, Earth Djinn provide the resources necessary for the functions of life. There is usually a deep affinity with nature. Earth Djinn are the builders of long-lasting structures.<br /><br />Earth is primarily dry and secondarily cold.<br />"Solid as a Rock"<br /><br />ξ Air - [wind, sound, weather...]<br />Air Djinn are said to be "flighty" in nature. These daydreamers have their heads in the clouds as they gracefully glide across the realm. Their tempers can be as loud as thunder and their compassion may flow like a gentle, warm breeze.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:12px;color:#6f3c1b;">Air symbolizes mental processes, language, intellect, reason, human communication and social relationships. Air signs provide the ideas that make things happen.<br /><br />Air is primarily wet and secondarily hot.<br />"Cool breeze of Thought"<br /><br /><br />ω Water - [sealife, ice, rain...]<br />The Djinn of Water seem to have great persistance. Like water can barrel through rock over time, these Djinn can wear another down. Their temperment can flow gently like a trickling brook or rage on like the fiercest storming sea. Water signs are the “feelers,” the nurturers, the caretakers.<br />Emotion, psychism, mysticism, intuition are associated with the Water Djinn.<br /><br />Water is primarily cold and secondarily wet.<br />"Swamped by Emotion"<br /><br /><br />ζ Fire- [smoke, magma...]<br />Those of fire are often misunderstood. These Djinn are said to have the worst tempers and can blow like volcanoes at the drop of a hat. Whatever their task in life may be, their passion for it burns through the darkness and offers hope in the end. Though fire can bring destruction, it may also cleanse the world.<br />Fire symbolizes passion, energy, impulse, enthusiasm, inspiration, idealism, faith. Fire Djinn provide us with much needed inspiration, motivation and creative energy.<br /><br />Fire is primarily hot and secondarily dry.<br />"Burning with Desire" "Flames of Passion"<br /><br /><br />∞<br />The Elements often interact with each other which creates various other phenomena in the universe. Together, they create the 5th Element - Aetherial Spirit. The balance of the elements brings life, death, energy, and power to the world.<br />∞</span>Iskrin Nightfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04870564306956466223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-78467259859570440192010-05-18T15:38:00.000-07:002011-04-18T16:05:44.264-07:00And so Asadora TrueFae joins us...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4crszHvmYaYB4BUSbaPb59Z2x0Xkpk6tmMuJbfxHsundXgTZXsCi64mpDjjZIVVzF3pTAAyIKVQZBLD6lj9ItMSKx6w01zqwCyPM8Cspsg-iMLSkuxok8bhq0Nv9RIt9USUTfiW37nI/s1600/imrhien_002.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4crszHvmYaYB4BUSbaPb59Z2x0Xkpk6tmMuJbfxHsundXgTZXsCi64mpDjjZIVVzF3pTAAyIKVQZBLD6lj9ItMSKx6w01zqwCyPM8Cspsg-iMLSkuxok8bhq0Nv9RIt9USUTfiW37nI/s400/imrhien_002.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><div>Iskrin Nightfire, Amzurad of the Natib Qadish, spies a blue Fae standing on an outcrop of rock at the edge of the desert...<br /><br /><br />Iskrin hovered, his eyes fixed on the blue Fae. "You would be wise to walk away," he said, his voice a soft rumble on the desert wind<br /><br />Asadora Summers perked her ears when she heard a voice, turning slowly to see a hovering figure with black mighty wings stretched out in the nearby distance. She took a deep breath, chosing her words carefully and under a cool and firm tone, 'If I were to walk away, I would step off this hilltop.' She tilted her head to the side and crossed her arms against her chest, 'Do you mean that it would be best if I were to fly away?'<br /><br />The Djinn soared closer, his great wings beating the hot, desert air, stirring up the dust from the parched rocks beneath him. "You may fly or you may walk," he said, his pale eyes reflecting the sunlight, "but away is the safer choice." He paused to alight on the rocky outcrop. "Not the most interesting," he said, his smile flashing pointed teeth. "Not the most brave. But the safest. This desert is no friend, not even to me."<br /><br />Asadora watched him with great interest as he lowered his hover and came closer to her. She remained her stance and fluttered her wings once. A long slow flap which made her wing-tips stiffen towards the ground, 'Safer choice, indeed? What would prevent you from striking me once my back was turned to either walk or fly away?' She forced her voice to continue to be steady as the words fell like honey from her lips.<br /><br />To this the Djinn laughed, a harsh bark that tore from his throat. "I have no desire to harm you my small, blue friend. I am the Amzurad of the Djinn and I have greater concerns than your meagre life." He smiled again, his lips pulling back over his teeth. "But I am being rude," he said, shaking his head. "The Ashera commanded me be welcoming and only warn those who would be foolish enough to enter our desert."<br /><br />The blue Fae bit her bottom lip before releasing it into a slow smile. Again she fluttered once and laid her eyes upon the male's form, 'You address me as '..small, blue friend' yet you also state that the life of this Fae is meagre, pardon me, but I do belive that you may have contradicted your intentions.' She continued to smile when she saw him flash his own and continued with the same silken tone, 'Why waste time in sending warning to a fool, would it not be more productive to warn those that come much farther than any fool? For fools are the ones that retreat too quickly.' Then, after taking a breath she added quickly, 'You speak of the Ashera... is the one that rules this land?'<br /><br />Iskrin raised a dark eyebrow, his milk-white eyes widening as the Fae spoke. "I had been led to believe that your kind were fickle and unwise," he said, a hint of approval in his voice. "Yet you speak as one aware of the world." He shrugged, his great shoulders rolling easily as the muscles bunched and danced beneath his flesh. "I watch the desert of the Djinn and speak to all who approach. Foolish or wise, all are given a chance to turn away. It is the lore." He turned then to look out over the desert and up the mountainside. "The Ashera rules all things, Fae, though some do not yet know it. Yet they will come to the knowing. For now though, this desert and that mountain are her immediate domain, yes. All the knowledge of the Djinn, all the strength of the desert are hers to command." Finally the smile returned to his lips as he looked at her again. "And I call all friend until they prove otherwise, whether their lives are great or meagre. Yet I am bound to ask you, what business have you here in the lands of the Natib Qadish?"<br /><br />Asadora straightened her back as his words floated down around her. She felt a sense of eerie calm begin to wash over her and adjusted her wings to show this by fluttering twice. She was indeed aware of the world , for she was a seeker of knowledge. She continued to look upon him with a soften face as she folded her hands down in front of her. Breathing deeply she released her words confidently, 'The chance of which has been given to me, is appericated, for I would certainly not be one to go against lore, or the lore of any land.' She watched his gestures keeping her eyes keen to his, 'The Ashera of which you speak, and the domain of which she holds, are not under threat by this Fae. I hold no weapon. I only come to seek knowledge and to share a lore of my own. This business I feel has been Fated for me and thus I faithfully have followed such Fate here.' She continued softly, 'Recently there was one that I encountered. I attempted to seek him further in Aryador; however, no result was accomplished in this. It is believed that a path has been Fated for me and he is the source.'<br /><br />As the Fae mentioned Fate, the Djinn's demeanour changed. Where he had been only bored and dutiful before, there was now an energy to his interest in her. "You speak of Fate," he said slowly. "The Natib Qadish obey only one power greater than their own." He shook his head. "If your Fate brought you here, then I am bound to serve its will, whether I would or no. Who did you encounter, Fae?"<br /><br />Asadora breathed deeply again, though this time she slowly let her own breath swirl into a cloud which mingled into the air. She tilted her head as she watched him speak, taking note of his tone. She fluttered once again to lower her wings halfway to the ground, her way of showing respect. 'It is to be believed that even all that is Divine has no say in the matter of Fate. For every God there is a Goddess and for every element there is an equal, these things no much how hold of power is there, nothing can block the path of Fate.' She leveled her head as she looked to him further, 'The name that was given within the encounter was Eruadan.'<br /><br />Iskrin Nightfire nodded. "This name is known to me," he said, his eyes meeting hers. "The will of Fate is like the hot winds of the desert - the sands will move until the wind is done." He paused to think for a moment. "You wish to speak to Eruadan again, or you believe only that he led you here?" he asked finally, dust shaking from his beard as his jaw worked to speak his words more clearly and with greater purpose now.<br /><br />'Aye, you understand Fate,' Asadora said, 'for the way in which you describe Fate easily leads me to believe that you are wiser than most, for they often ignore Fate,trying to be independant where they folly in this greatly.' She pondered his further question and kept her tone cool, 'I wish to learn. I wish to be loyal to a cause greater than all others. If Eruadan holds council of these things, I can not be sure; however, if I were to believe that he was the only one to have led me here, then I would be a fool for thinking so small.' She peered over her shoulder towards Aryador and sucked her teeth, showing her disapproval. Slowly she softened her face again as she looked again to him.<br /><br />Iskrin nodded again, his braided hair resting on his shoulders as he bowed his head at the truth of the words the Fae had spoken. "There is no greater cause than the Ashera," he said, his head lowered and his voice softened with awe for his queen's elemental beauty. "Within this mountain, the library of the Djinn rests, knowledge gathered over ten times ten thousand years. If it is learning you seek, then there is no better place." He looked up, his eyes glinting in the sunlight again. "I believe that your Fate has led you to us, Fae. Not even the Ashera will question this path that you walk. The Djinn are bound to your destiny in this. Let me speak your name and I will bring you to the realm of the Natib Qadish," he said, bowing his head to the Fated blue girl.<br /><br />Asadora took a single step closer to him, keeping her hands low and folded. Her eyes lingered down a braid that rested over his shoulders. When she watched him nod his head, she felt a slow crimson blush cross her cheeks for having met one of whom understood clearly her intentions. 'If there is such knowledge of which you speak that is contained within these mountains that falls under the domain of the Ashera, then I, Asadora TrueFae will show Honour, Loyalty and Respect to such one as great as the Ashrea. For it is Fated to be just.' When she noticed him bow his head to her directly, she lifted her wings fully, spanning them out, before lowering them fully to the ground and bowed her head in turn.<br /><br />"So be it, Asadora TrueFae," he said, raising his eyes to gaze upon her. He spread his hands wide, his thick arms stretching his broad chest. "Anash ak, al baat!" He cried, bringing his hands together in a clap of thunder that echoed and rolled around the mountainside. "The will of Fate is served," he said more quietly as the echoes died away. "Come with me then, Asadora, and let us find your place among us." He turned to launch himself into the air and then paused. "But I warn you, Fae. Not all within the mountain are like me. Not all will welcome you. I have seen your wisdom and your courage. Now you must show us your strength and determination. Are you ready to face such a thing?"<br /><br />Asadora's wings flittered when his clap was heard which carried the sound of thunder. 'She unfolded her hands, showing him her empy blue streaked palms before she jumped into a hover, 'Aye, this Fae is ready and will be consistent in showing these others the same wisdom and courage, and all will continue to see strenth and determination from this Fae. Aye,' she said surely, 'I am ready.'<br /><br />"Then follow," he said, spreading his great wings and allowing the heat of the desert to push him into the air. They flew across the hot sands of the desert together, his dark wings beating slowly, her smaller wings fluttering in the hot thermals. Finally they alighted on the summit of the tallest mountain, a small ruined fort above them and a dark cave entrance before them.<br /><br />Iskrin looked at her one last time. "Once you enter this cave, your Fate is sealed for so long as it has a will for you. I will not look back. It is your choice to follow." With that he stepped into the cave.<br /><br />Asadora nodded to him in understanding, 'Aye,' she said with a honey tone, 'We shall see what Fate doth have for us.'<br /><br />Iskrin led Asadora through the dark tunnels of the maze, through the pillars of stone and down into the caverns of the Djinn. Finally, stopping at the cliff edge, he turned at last to see whether the Fae was as brave as he hoped. There she stood behind him, her eyes bright and her blue skin glowing in the dimness of the chamber. "You are welcome Asadora TrueFae, at least by me." He said, spreading his arms. "The home of the Natib Qadish and dominion of the Ashera. She is not here, but we will make you comfortable until her return. What do you require?"<br /><br />Asadora took a step closer to the edge to be closer at his side. Surveying the area she took a deep breath, 'These walls of rock and stone must have their own tale to tell, for their crevices speak volumes,' she said with a sense of awe in her voice. 'I must tell you that I shall never require meat, for I do not consume it. I will require: Honey, water and fruit of which to sustain my health.'<br /><br /><br />Iskrin nodded, his eyes falling down to the cavern floor. "Below us is a garden that will provide for your needs," he said, drawing his eyes back up to look upon her. "You are free to come and go by this passage, but you must never show any other where it lies or the way will be barred to you." Then he softened his voice. "And yes, these stones have much to tell, if you can hear them speak. For now, perhaps you would come and share tea with me in my room?"<br /><br />Asadora looked to the cavern floor and spotted the small garden and she had hoped that there were no mushrooms there, for she could not stand the sight of them. Grateful she was with what was offered to her she nodded her head gently, letting her wings flutter twice, 'Do not fear, there is no one that follows this Fae, for the steps in which I make to this domain, shall be stealthy and with guarded measure.' She tried to cease a blush from forming once more, but failed in her attempt, 'Aye, I would be honoured to share tea with you, thank you.'<br /><br />Iskrin nodded, his smile persisting despite his dark features and usually dour demeanour. "Perhaps some colour will be good for our people," he said, taking flight.</div></div>Iskrin Nightfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04870564306956466223noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-76079692753389110632010-05-12T18:31:00.001-07:002011-04-18T16:05:55.670-07:00Natib Qadish Discuss AryadorDarkraine Lockjaw sees the Amzurad (chief lieutenant) Iskrin Nightfire working and reluctantly approaches him with his findings. "Greetings Amzurad." Darkraine lowers his head in respect. Iskrin Nightfire nods silently. "You are well, Ur Qadisuma? (high priest)"<br /><br />Darkraine nods and replies, "Aye, I have returned from exploring the land of Aryador. It is a wicked land. Not a djinn left in it. They need a ruler with an iron rod to bring them into subjection." Iskrin Nightfire raises his eyebrows, his pale eyes widening. "The Ashera allowed you to go?" he asks. Then, hearing the description, his face darkens. "We will teach them obedience, no doubt." Darkraine Lockjaw lowers his voice and says, "Aye she bid me to go. It is odd to think that our land has been united with them for aeons even before the dust hid the ways. Our Ashera will rule it in no time. They are like camels without a herder."<br /><br /><br />Iskrin peers at him, "Did any bid you welcome?"<br /><br />Darkraine sighs and says, "I recieved a cool welcome. None knew what I was. There lore of us seems to be forgotten. But our temple has kept some lore of their races." Iskrin Nightfire nods. "They have forgotten the face of the Djinn," he says, a cruel smiles playing on his lips. "Perhaps we will remind them sooner than they wish. What manner of creatures inhabit that soft land?" Darkraine replies, "There are those called fae, disgusting little bugs. They have insect wings and are very tiny. But they are irreveren, rude and talk too much. There are large green creatures the size of two of us. That creature called himself an orc...I am not sure if that is his name or his race. And humans walk about freely...not as slaves as we once had them. Filthy creatures.<br /><br />Iskrin Nightfire listens, his head on one side, his teeth grinding in his jaw. "It will make no difference to his fate," he growls. "All will bend the knee or perish where they stand." Darkraine Lockjaw smiles thinking about it, his eyes lowering in reflection. "What of their magic?" Iskrin asks at length. Darkraine smirks at this question, "I have not located any yet. Perhaps they have forgotten it! I suspect they are all idiots to be trampled underfoot."<br /><br />Iskrin Nightfire nods, his brow creased in thought. "Yet we should not be over confident, brother," he cautions. "They will serve the glory of the Ashera or die, but we would be wise to know them before we strike." Darkraine Lockjaw lowers his head in submission, "Definately. I can only offer what I saw. All depends on the will of the Ashera."<br /><br />Iskrin Nightfire spits on the floor. "I fear we have grown soft, coddled in our sand and stone. We grow fruit and ferment wine, our noses buried in books." He growls deep within his chest. "We will bring glory to the Ashera, but no drop of our blood will quench the desert's thirst." Iskrin scuffs his boot and turns his pale eyes on the Ur Qadisuma. "When you deliver your report to the Ashera, I would be present," he says darkly.<br /><br />Darkraine Lockjaw lowers his head much as he hates to do so, "As you wish." Iskrin nods his thanks. "I have business to attend," he announces, turning in a swirl of skirts and moving from the room.Kielan Parxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938324801347211240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-39310679597811115492010-05-12T12:50:00.000-07:002011-04-18T16:06:07.556-07:00The Cult of Nergal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKb3553iDdmQkzbO2K8eDJn7FwUgWIP_0aaOWxn5d9AQHRz_jQ3_BJdhWGd3eOkjNK3ctZ35zacwqfRPsPe0QYkssatL7JRf2TKdhMrovJ4ovpLzvjsSAERX11qtav3yqzWYB37F07Cgc/s1600/kielan_009.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKb3553iDdmQkzbO2K8eDJn7FwUgWIP_0aaOWxn5d9AQHRz_jQ3_BJdhWGd3eOkjNK3ctZ35zacwqfRPsPe0QYkssatL7JRf2TKdhMrovJ4ovpLzvjsSAERX11qtav3yqzWYB37F07Cgc/s400/kielan_009.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />As your boat docks at the holy island, you begin the steep ascent up the mountain sacred to the god Nergal. You begin your prayers as you climb. Washing your face, hands and feet at the temple entrance you, step into the outer court. Offering your sacrifice upon the altar, you hear the chants coming from within the monastery temple. You have waited for this day...the day of your initiation into the mysteries of this island. Its monks and priests are here for all devotees. Myep! Welcome to the Temple of Nergal!<br /><br />--Who is Nergal--<br /><br />All of the dwellers of the land of Taure Emata honor an aspect or face of Nergel. Nergal is the deity who presides over the netherworld, and who stands at the head of the special pantheon assigned to the government of the dead (supposed to be gathered in a large subterranean cave known as Aralu or Irkalla). Nergal's fiery aspect appears in names or epithets such as Tiamat, Lilith, and the pure aspect of Nergal. Nergalites are worshippers of the afterlife...seeking not a life in a heaven but a life of the resurected dead. While they welcome visitors with joy and compassion, they do pray for regular sacrifices upon their altar.<br /><br />Nergal is the god of the sands and death. His priests serve as oracles and visionaries of the god who imbibe the sacred nectar of the dead, enabling their spirits to cross to his realm and back. Because of this, the devotees to the heirophant serve the undead and the living dead with compassion, knowing that this gift comes only from Nergal. We are a people of order and a people of the book. Any who disobey in the temple will suffer the price for their disruption of the order.<br /><br />--Levels of Membership in the Temple--<br /><br />Anyone from any faction is welcome to be a member of the temple. The only role exclusive to Taure Emata is that of Chief Cleric. If you are a member of another faction, wear a covering while out in the open in Taure Emata.<br /><br />Devotee<br />The devotee is anyone who may from time to time visit the temple to pray. Anyone from any faction may come to the outer court to pray, though they must be fully covered to hide their identiy if they are not residents of Taure Emata. The devotee is not a class but is simply anyone who worships Nergel, no matter how sporatically.<br /><br />Initiate<br />The devotee who decides to take the next step and enter into the mysteries of this faith must first undergo initiation. The Initiate is taught the mysteries of the temple and guided through the holy ordeals to achieve full initiation into his ways. The Initiate trains with the Temple High Priest, and must survive and solve the ordeals to be considered an initiate. They will have access to the initiates inner court, where coverings are not needed.<br /><br />Monks and Hymnists<br />Some folks feel the calling to consecrate their lives to Nergal in a special way, albeit not necessarily as a priest. These people are the monks. The monks stay on the holy island until they are requested by a dweller community to bring the truth of the life even in death to a community. They leave the isle only with the blessing of the community. Monks have completed the initiation into the mysteries of Nergal. They take vows and wear the robes sacred to Nergal. They are trained in the lore, the mysteries, and the ways of defense. Some monks specialize in sacred songs. (Bards)<br /><br />Priest/ess<br />The priest/ess has completed training as a cleric (in the cleric guild) and serves the temple and as a spokesperson for the deity. They are free to come and go from the holy isle as they please. The priest may serve as an oracle of Nergal. They serve as a conduit for Nergals healing. They may only be a priest of Nergal if they are an active member of a faction. They must have recommendation from their faction/subfaction.<br /><br />Chief Priest<br />The Chief Priest serves the djinn, serving as a local high priest for the faction, as well as healer, advisor, and teacher of initates. He or she may resurrect (when not in intersim battles) as the power of Nergel rests upon the high chief priest. The maintains the order of the temple and rules with an iron rod. There is only one Chief Priest<br /><br />Druids/Shamans<br />These acts in a special role for the temple. They act as a shaman, oracle and prophet for Nergal. They often border on the insane and imbibe some of the sacred drink to produce visions. They are considered a type of monk but wanders outside of the structure and rules of the temple. T<br /><br />Necromancers and Shadow Knights<br />There are Necromancers and Shadow Knights who are initiates and practices their arts within the temple, due to their close relationship with the dead. This is welcomed by the priests due to their frequent offering of delicious bloody sacrifices.Kielan Parxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938324801347211240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292374621974995067.post-34738426027143933182010-05-12T12:48:00.000-07:002011-04-18T08:40:52.844-07:00Welcome to Taure Emata!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfRLIKSYlt_R5D-0gKsx_CewmovVUNHRF0Vl88yjerHDIzDrZqDx8tyNOA4R8mtwxBCqJELzUVvSEwo3XXUaYBoB1OeX9LklRZBXL2reOkjUYAsi5UND4sbIsx_WroYQhrUQU7Y17b5eQ/s1600/kielan_008.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfRLIKSYlt_R5D-0gKsx_CewmovVUNHRF0Vl88yjerHDIzDrZqDx8tyNOA4R8mtwxBCqJELzUVvSEwo3XXUaYBoB1OeX9LklRZBXL2reOkjUYAsi5UND4sbIsx_WroYQhrUQU7Y17b5eQ/s400/kielan_008.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />Taure Emata is an island that is off of the coast of Aryador. As the mists blew off of the waters, it seemed to slowly fade into existance. Perhaps it has always been there. Taure Emata is a desolate place. It is home to very few who dwell in the small desertlike stronghold. The dwellers of the land, called Natib Qadish are a race of djinn. They are an intense race and hold to an almost barbaric lifestyle with harsh rules and penalties for those who break the rules. Though surrounded by water, the sands blow, and while some of the lands may seem like an oasis...nothing is safe. The djinn are mistrusting of outsiders initially. The isle is quite impenetrable, therefore, only races adapted to dealing with the elements could survive and flourish in the environment.<br /><br />Though on a separate sim, we are a part of and a faction of Aryador. Millenia ago, an earthquake sparked by the dark crystals broke part of Arayador away from the rest. These islands seemed to dissolve in clouds of sand. A dark djinn named Ashera Kielen Parx took over the island clouding it from view with the dust making it almost a mirage except with those who seem to have a touch of the sight. Rarely did those who had the sight perceive what was beyond the blowing sand on the waters. Now the sands have settled, revealing an island, that while part of Aryador, is a very different culture. Taure Emata has a medieval Babylonian feel to it, reflecting our time of separation from Aryador. The sim itself will be home to many quests, and opportunities for those who would engage in combat with npc creatures, as well as rp. We survive by selling and trading the unusual fruit called "Somata" that grows on the land...which can be made into a type of drink of bliss, which is highly intoxicating.<br /><br />The Ashera (Queen) rules the Natib Qadish with an iron rod, allowing no room for mercy. The djinn live in the various parts of the habitation of Taure Emata, each according to their elemental station assigned to them at birth. The Habitation, a city within the lands itself, is composed of djinn said to be brought from the realms of smokeless fire with the Ashera. In the Habitation, the law comes before all else. All serve the Ashera either from awe or fear, but serve her they do. The djinn all seem to revere the four elements (earth, air, fire, water), being assigned one at birth. The Ashera is looked upon as the embodiment of the fifth element (spirit) acting as a hub for all the others, and thus is served with awe and fear. They djinn worship Nergel as the god of the sands and death.<br /><br />~~Roleplaying as Djinn~~<br />Djinn wear genie on their meter, however they do not look nor act like the genies found in shows similar to "I Dream of Genie" or "Aladdin." The Sand Dwelling Djinn have brown/chocolate skin and dark hair. Those that have lived for generations in the caves have extremely pale (white or light grey) skin and dark hair. All djinn have fawn/pixie like ears that stick out. They have etherial eyes unlike other humanoids. This society is an almost middle eastern Babylonian system, which is very harsh and cruel. We are tribal in that we do not easily trust outsiders. Our life centers around our work, our patron element assigned at birth, and our job or caste within the system. Breaking the laws or general chaos or laziness are not accepted in this society.<br /><br />Roles within the Natib Qadish:<br />Merchants (can be undercover assassins, rangers and rogues)<br />Warriors<br />Mages (Requires Mage Guild)<br />Servants<br />Shamans/Druids/Bards (Requires Mystics Guild)<br />Priest/esses (Requires Clerics Guild)Kielan Parxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13938324801347211240noreply@blogger.com0