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Denying Seposition

01-21-2009, 04:21 AM#1
Ignitedstar
Denying Seposition

Introduction
This RP takes place in a world called Acerba, on a continent named Nitendes. Humans, or Pure Bloods have lived in luxury, oblivious to the world outside the confines of their dearest cities. Outside of Jhorsonique, Empuridah, and Yeimeir, not many Pure Bloods have explored or understand the turmoils that stoke the flames outside of their homes. Their worries are relieved by the Savant Clan, an elusive guild of Metazoans that have sworn to protect their pure blooded masters. Their combat skill is above par, and will kill offenders if necessary.

The remainder of the world is mostly traveled by Metazoans who roam free. They are generally described as human-like creatures who have Human blood in them, as well a mixture of any of the pure blooded animals who may no longer exist and are now considered mythical creatures. Metazoans come and go without the expense of being directly governed by Pure Bloods. They have lived hundreds of years under Pure Blood suppression, and since then have enlivened the earth with their unique cultures. Still, some Pure Blood taunt the by calling them Chimera, a fiendish word used in the past to describe the Pure Bloods' loathe towards humanoids. The word became a breeding ground for hatred, vengeance, and violence soon afterwards. Today however, many Metazoans are hesitant to start a brawl with Pure Bloods who are seen fairly often. Specifically because they know that their Savants are watching, even when they aren't.

The citizens of modern Nitendes know very little about their blood bathed past. Even still, some Metazoans question the Savant Clan's obedience and their origins. Others wonder how the Pure Bloods came into power. History has many truths that should be told, but every sight and word of it is quickly hushed and stowed away behind locked doors.

Currently, this RP's storyline is being edited.

Characters
Altea Wheaverseque
Isadora Tor
Lythion Ucepeles Sertatin
Razia Archendike XXIII
Ithik Dumor

Accepted, Inactive
Garreth Tor

Supporting Cast
Sypphon (Altea's Eagle Savant)

Characters Under Query
None

General Knowledge

  • Humans in the world of Nitendes are called Pure Bloods. In their society, Pure Bloods are superior to all others, because of their blood is pure and free from corruption. Most discriminate against Metazoans whom are often called Chimera. Some do it because they still loathe them while many others say so out of social habit.
  • Humanoids were generally called Chimera until they earned independence from Pure Blood governance. Their emancipation earned themselves the formal title of Metazoan. However, Pure Bloods still call Metazoans Chimera. Metazoans consist of the Humans that have impurities of other species' in their blood, or the ones who aren't 100% human (or so it is said). There are Metazoans of all kinds of species, but because of that, there are many tribes and clans (as in matter of fact, so many that you make one up) each with their own culture, behaviors, and taboos.
  • The most notable Metazoan clan is the Savant Clan, who have served and guarded the Pure Bloods since the beginning of history. They are most privileged of the Metazoans. The clan is large and branches out as they diversified, but little is known about their true history and where they specifically live. Because of their continued companionship with humankind, they are freed from certain laws that all other Metazoans must abide by. They are extremely well trained guardians who are assigned as personal assistants to Pure Bloods. However, some Pure Bloods and Metazoan clans see the Savants as mere pets and treat them like so.
  • Families, tribes, and clans are mostly characterized by a special insignia or symbol that is given to its members for identification. They could be anything: specially formulated weapons, equipment, magic, tattoos, etc. Most clans and tribes usually bare more than one specific form of identification.

Current Houses in Power

  • The Ucepeles Sertatin family is considered the strongest (Pure Blood) family within the entire continent of Nitendes, and consists of eight members: King Alphious(53) and Queen Jaein(50) and their five children: Prince Perseus(26), Princess Yundria(25), Prince Fredrick Gaspar(22), Princess Berlamune(19), and Prince Lythion(16).
  • The second strongest family is House Jormagurd, the current rulers of Empuridah. Emperor Kendrik(60) leads them, followed by his wife Empress Marianne(56), and their three children: Joseph(32) , Navarre(28), and Cornelius(27).
  • The third family resides in the southern reaches of Nitendes in Yeimeir, called the Inura Palaeontolis family. There are only four members: Bougantes(42), Iyandian(41), and their infernal twins Syfal(the girl, 18) and Memphor(the boy, 18).

Northern Nitendes (and some of the South):


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1. Jhorsonique - The kingdom of Pure Bloods, named Jhorsonique. The only true inhabitants of this location are Pure Bloods and their Savants. Anyone else is outlawed from the living quarters of the city. If not, and they're lucky that only the guards catch them, they will be held prisoner for trespassing. Most Savants are ordered to kill outlaws on sight.

Aside from the city itself, lies the rural areas of the city, where Metazoans of all kinds are able to go freely, but are watched by Savants. Savants are allowed to come and go, to and from Jhorsonique as they please with special marques given them by their owners, but other than that, not many Metazoans would try to enter Jhorsonique.

The city center is home to the highest nobles, among them the Sertatin family. The Castle is named Eden. The tip of Eden pierces the sky, said to be unleashing a light that taunts the world. It can be see from literally anywhere in Nitendes. The castle interior was built as a brilliant, sophisticated labyrinth, keeping the unwanted out. The rumors end there. Even towards modern day, anyone who doesn't belong inside, hasn't tried to get inside.

2. Solidore Harbor - A small, yet very wealthy city, due to being one of the only harbor cities in Nitendes. It is the center of trade from travelers of the land and sea- quite literally. However, due to its position, not many people go out to the sea from this point. Because it is one of the only seaside cities, pirates and the like gather here.

3. Fort Tenor - Fort Tenor was abandoned about a decade ago, when pirates of the sea banded together and took it over. According to a Metazoan's eyes, the pirates killed the Pure Bloods that lived there, and now they refuse to return. However, the truth is that the Pure Bloods let them have it, as a place to ease the pirate's pain due to the Aligor Towers... assuming they could make it to the Fort with their lives.

4. Aligor Towers - The Aligor Towers sit on each cape that surrounds the mouth of Mahel Gulf. The Towers were built to prevent any unwanted persons from invading by sea. They are manned, targeting suspicious things at sea, especially pirates. The Towers were also built for Pure Bloods coming from distant lands to travel without fear.

5. Boillese Swamp - A swamp, alone on top of a slope that leads into the mainlands of the northern section of Nitendes. The only way to get there is by traveling into Eranis Forest, then heading south, onto the slope. A number of Metazoan tribes live here, and have adapted to life on the swamp so well that they can climb and descend the dangerous slopes with ease.

6. Naevir - The town of Naevir is mostly inhabited by Metazoans, and those who plan on hiking the trails into the Gulliver Mountain Range. The Range extends as far as the eye can see from Naevir. Nothing can be seen beyond the mountains, even going as far as Jhorsonique. Thus, it is also called "the gate that leads to the other side of the world".

7. Castle Feol - An elegant, yet old castle that stands alone within the mist that surrounds the Feol Forest. The Wheaverseque family retreated from Jhorsonique and moved into the deepest part of the forest, and with the help of the Metazoans of the forest, constructed this castle. It was designed to look ancient and haunting within the fog that clutches the forest at night. It was here that the Wheaverseques would be left alone, and away from- what Eusey calls, "the surreal reality around the Pure Bloods."


8. Lunarius Spring - A large, mysterious spring that only reflects one object in its waters: the Moon. Opera Wheaverseque found it by accident.

9. Feol Forest - A forest said to be haunted by Chimera that hunger for Pure Bloods. It is said that the Wheaverseque family made a deal with the Chimera to tempt other Pure Bloods who come into the forest. Feol Forest is perfectly safe to travel in daylight. However, when the sun sets, the forest is quickly enshrouded by dense mist, making travel impossible.

10. Nor-Hale - Nor-Hale is a small tribal village where thick furred Metazoans live. There is no Autumn or Summer in Nor-Hale. It is Spring for five months, then Winter for the rest. For half of the Winter months, there is no daylight; essentially, for about one fourth of the year, it is eternal night.

11. Mundah Lake - A lake that freezes over during the Winter months of Haether Mountain. During the spring, the snow melts and most of the water washes away downstream towards Boillese Swamp and Jhorsonique.

12. Grand Northwest Gate - The Grand Northwest Gate is the official passage point from western Nitendes to northern Nitendes. This location is not under Jhorsonique's control, but rather the rival empire on the other side: Empuridah. Empuridah puts a monthly quota on the number of people-both Pure Bloods and Metazoans alike- who can travel between the gate. If the quota is reached, then one must wait until the beginning of the next month, which is usually crowded by the desperate. There is no waiting list; it is strictly first come, first serve.

13. Serenade Plains - A wide open field of nothing but tall grasses. It was called Serenade Plains, because it is thought that when the wind is just right, the entire field echoes, as if crying a person's name.

14. Gulliver Mountain Range - Also called the "the gate that leads to the other side of the world," the Gulliver Mountain Range splits north Nitendes from south Nitendes. There are many routes that lead from one side of the range to the other, but only two passages- the Adani Trail(left) and the Baton Trail(right)- are truly safe- in essence. Because of the popularity of these roads, there have been cases of thievery running amok. Mercenaries offer concerned travelers safe passage, but the price sometimes runs very high after a theft is reported.

15. Gullier - Those who cross the Adani or Baton Trails safely come across Guiller almost instantly. Because Gullier is so close to the Gulliver Mountain Range, many merchants from both the far reaches of north Nitendes and south Nitendes come here- and with them, many diverse faces. With these faces, comes facts and information from every corner of the world, so many people come seeking insider knowledge. Many tribes and clans have also settled here, making it a prime place to look for a place to call home. Gullier is considered the capital for Metazoans, because those that have lived here since birth recall never seeing a Pure Blood in their life. Also, since Gullier is right beyond the Gulliver Mountain Range, Jhorsonique cannot even see the bustling city, nor can Empuridah. It is considered a free land for Metazoans, but that alone is ironic. Because there is no fear of government from Pure Bloods, crime and mysterious killings run awfully high.

16. Sepula Lake - A lake that supplies the neighboring Guiller with its fresh water. According to historians, the lake was formed when the north and south sides of the Gulliver Mountain Range collided into one another, creating a displacement in the earth which is now the lake. Every couple of years, all of the snow from the Gulliver Mountain Range melts, causing massive floods around the area. Fortunately, this flooding renews the waters of the lake, as well as enriching the surrounding land with minerals not normally found in the native soil. As long as this cycle continues, Gullier need never worry about water depletion.

17. Iria - Iria is a village of Metazoans that is only accessible by air; there is no route by land. Climbing to the area is impossible, as the mountain slopes skyrocket hundreds of feet by walking a mere ten across. Most Metazoans leave the village during the Summers when the mountain snow melts, causing the floods down below. During those times, Iria is nothing more than a blank plateau lazily sitting on the mountain.

18. Western Gulliver Mountain Range - Whereas the east side is safer to travel, the west side of the mountain range is dangerous. It is only more dangerous as in the environment is considerably more hostile. There are many dead ends, and some who have traversed the mountainous maze never returned. On the other hand, one will never find thieves or search parties in these parts. It is simply inconvenient.

19. Mt. Haether - Pronounced "Aether" when a silent 'h', it is the native name of the mountain given by the inhabitants of Nor-Hale. Mt. Haether reaches highest into the sky compared to any other landscape, and it is also the most northern landmark in the entire world. However, it cannot truly take the claim until the height of Ohe is defined. The Gulliver Mountain Range can be seen from Mt. Haether, with long-lived legends suggesting that the Mountain was pushed away from the others as Nitendes formed.

20. Eranis Forest - A boreal forest that lies in the northwest section of northern Nitendes. It is the only obstacle that lets one go to Boillese Swamp. Due to being so close to Haether Mountain, it is not recommended to travel the forest during the Winter months. The major river that feeds the swamp runs through the forest constantly, even though the forest can reach below freezing.

Southern Nitendes


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1. Baron Field - Although the landscape after leaving Gulliver does not belong to any Baron, it is simple a spin off of the appearance. Baron Field is... barren. There is no stench of death, nor is there any sign of vibrant life. Geographers have found Baron Field with curiosity, and believe that the pseudo-barren earth is due to all of the constant water that runs down the fields during the Summer, when the mountain snow of the nearby Gulliver Mountain Range melts. According to locals of Gullier, it is impossible for the average seed to sow due to the constant swamps that seem to appear and vanish year after year. There are only a few batches of trees that have been abused by the weather, otherwise.

2. Sienden's Sahara - The only Sahara that exists in Nitendes, covering most of the western half of south Nitendes. Sienden is thought to be the name of the one who founded the land, but there is no confirmation of this. It is covered in many thickets of tall, tanned grasses, and trees suited to live throughout the many years of constant drought. No season is more feared than mid Summer, when temperatures can potentially burn in the triple digits. Every several years during the Summer, the Berze Flood arrive in the far east. During this time, much vegetation and Metazoans alike will take what they can before the floods cease, and when the Sienden's Sahara begins to parch for the years to come.

3. Berze River - The Berze River cuts southern Nitendes almost in half, ending near the Akila Mangrove Forest. Normally, this river runs with clean, freshwater from the Gulliver Mountain Range. It is a very important resource for the Metazoans that live on both sides. Because the surrounding land near the Berze River is healthy with minerals due to the mountain water, people of many kinds settle the land to grow hard vegetation and cattle. Berze River has brought many prosper, but also conflicts between those who live near it.

Every several years, an event called the Berze Flood arrives. During this time, usually during the Summer, the snow of the mountains melt exceeding fast, causing the Berze river to widen by almost three times its normal size. The river is impassable for a few months, because of the torturous water currents. The flood usually lasts until around mid-Autumn, but it's also been known to go as far as early Winter.

The ending days of the Berze Flood is symbolized by the mysteriously calm waters as they recede to form the previous shape of the river.

4. Darien Desert - This wide mass of sand hardly receives any but the hardiest of visitors. The Gulliver Mountain Range prevents any part of the desert from receiving much rain. There is still rain, perhaps once every few years will precipitation fall. Due to the sand's low heat capacity, it is extremely hot during the day and extremely cold at night. The best times of travel are the few hours of dawn and dusk. Other than that, Darien Desert's seasonal climate is constant.

5. Cerra - Cerra is a small oasis village (ironically, it's quite big on the map) around the center of Darien Desert. The Metazoans that live here don't see many guests, but are hospitable to those in need. Cerra is considered nothing more than a place to rest. In the far background of Cerra, Yeimeir Palace can be seen in the distance.

6. Akila Mangrove Forest - Akila, a forest composed of trees that live in the water, their branches appearing like green clouds above the sea's horizon. It is unconfirmed whether or not Metazoans live in this environment.

The Mangrove Forest is composed of trees that specifically adapted to living in water. If one were to go the bottom of the forest, it is appear as if the trees are standing in the water, their roots revealed. The intricate root system of the forest keeps the water calm and make a very resourceful habitat.

7. Zeniba - Zeniba is a dense, tropical forest, housing potentially thousands of creatures. There are many things still unknown about the forest itself.

8. Ehernir - The village of Ehernir has little contact with the outside world. The channel that runs between the island and the mainland usually contains unforgiving sea currents, but this phenomena leaves the water beyond calm. The Metazoans that live their lives here have little to say about the bigger amount of the world around them. They prefer to stay out of their business. Thus, the village is shrouded by an aura of mysterious peace.

9. Ohe - Ohe is the name of the oldest tree of Nitendes. The entire island that Ehernir resides on is supported by this tree. One could say that the land was created by the roots that tangled itself amongst the rocks below. Clouds hang low near Ohe, so the top is usually surrounded by the white mist above. No one knows how high the tree's branches reach.

10. Yeimeir Palace - Yeimeir Palace is home to the one of the only Pure Bloods that live in the Darien Desert- and quite possibly, all of southern Nitendes. The Inura Palaeontolis family manage to live in the rustle of the desert. Initially, one might think why they are considered the second strongest family when there is no other Pure Bloods around. However, it is for that very reason that they have dozens of Savants at their disposal.

The Palace itself was designed to make full usage of the sand's ability to capture and release heat. Many, small channels circulate the lower, colder sand from the desert into the palace in the morning. At the same time, hot sand is pumped out of the palace at the same rate as the incoming sand. When the sun begins to set, the cycle reverses: hot sand is pumped in and stored, while cold sand comes out. This way, the Inura Palaeontolis family and their Savants live in comfort in such a desolate area. Do not be mistaken; they still must travel the desert to Berze River from time to time.

11. Northern Darien Desert - The northern areas of Darien Desert, unlike the rest of the desert itself, are relatively calm due to the Gulliver Mountain Range. Therefore, those who wish to pass the desert and head northeast towards Eastern Nitendes travel the northern regions of the desert.

12. Keu Chasm - Keu Chasm is a gigantic abyss in the crest of the planet. There is no proof of it leading to the Underworld, as some hypothesize. It is possible to go around Keu Chasm, taking the mountain pass that leads into Eastern Nitendes.

13. Reinbein Ocean - Reinbein Ocean is also called the "Aquatic Frontier," because no one knows what lies beyond it. Marine Metazoans stay within the boundaries of the ocean which are described as a constant flow of underwater currents. Going beyond that, then one has a new sea current; a whole new ocean. It strikes seafarers as exciting, but most others as terrorizing.

Most land-dwelling Metazoans only go as far as the Akila Mangrove Forest, because there claims to be nothing much else in Reinbein.
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02-17-2009, 11:31 PM#2
Ignitedstar
Ei Puribus and Magic

  • When a Pure Blood begins their passing, a special type of seal called Ei Puribus activates. The interpersonal verses used for Ei Puribus differ for each and every Pure Blood. A complete seal guarantees safe reincarnation of the soul to begin life anew, preventing any type of tampering along the way. The remaining body is purified, returning to the planet. However, in the rare case that Ei Puribus fails, although the soul may pass away successfully, the body will not, turning into an Undead. The body isn't dead in the truest sense, but their perception is limited to the physical environment around them, are unable to express the vast rainbow of emotions that the norm have, and are very unorganized amongst themselves.
  • There are three types of magic. The first: Jinn Magic, which is made possible by Ei Puribus. The seal allows one's body and soul to harmonize with the planet, allowing one to manipulate the basic elements of fire, water, earth, and air. The fifth element is Light, which is considered a higher state of Jinn Magic, but do not mistake it as Holy. Light is considered both the presence and the absence of itself: light and darkness, respectively. It is uncommon to find someone who can use the primary variations of Jinn Magic, and even more so all forms of Jinn Magic.
  • Human Magic, so it is dubbed, are unique strains of Magic that is not possible with Jinn Magic. Human Magic can only be inherited, never taught, and only relates to Pure Bloods. Human Magic is destructive and manipulative by nature, and is usually stronger than Jinn Magic in raw power. Some Pure Blood families have managed to reduce its power into something more controlled. Human Magic is considered a blessing to offset the weakness of Pure Bloods, but its insane power has led the major powers of Jhorsonique, Empuridah, Yeimeir, and their territories to restrict the usage of it. Human Magic is inconvenient, because it is so strong.
  • Metazoans alone use a type of magic called Anima. Anima works in a slightly different way than Human Magic, in that Anima can be inherited, and sometimes taught. Since Metazoans have some Human blood in them, they are able to use Human Magic to a very limited extent, and even then, it is never as powerful as Human Magic used by a Pure Blood. Sometimes, Anima is nothing more a hybridized version of Jinn and Human Magic, but sometimes it is purely unique in itself.

History

1500 years ago, there was a war between Humans and ethereal beings called Jinn (also known as Djinn, but I've done some research and both are correct). They have the ability to make themselves temporarily corporeal, but then they are very fragile physically- even more so than humans. The Jinn were responsible for most of the unexplainable phenomena in the Old World, like poltergeist, ESP, and pyrokinesis.

This difference... The clash of cultures between those who lived in the physical plane and the ethereal one eventually led to a war. With an ethereal body, the Jinn could not be harmed by swords, arrows, or fire. However, because Humans have physical bodies, they could be injured by all things that the Jinn could create and manipulate in the environment around them. The Humans struggled, losing many lives combating enemies they could not even touch.

When the war was near its end, the Humans desperately searched for a solution to ensure their survival in the years beyond. However, one man would find the Jinn's secret to using magic. Stealing the Jinn's knowledge that gave them the unfathomable advantage, the Human that stole their secret spread it across his kin. The battlefield was now level; Humans had a weapon against the Jinn.

Unfortunately, the Human who learned of the Jinn's secret would develop into a Human secret. With time in his grasp, he created a spell that disrupted magic in all of its forms (don't mistake it as Anti-Magic, because it's not). This included the Jinn because they didn't have physical bodies, but ones that seemed to be in complete harmony with the magic that they used. When this spell was tested, the victims vaporized. The real problem: Any Human could use it, even if they were four years old.

To the Jinn, it didn't make sense. Where did this magic come from? But... it couldn't be magic, because the Jinn wouldn't instantly die from it. The tide of battle flipped over. Resistance was met with death. No, not even resistance. Just knowing that the Jinn still existed, drove the Humans into killing them.

The Jinn's numbers reduced significantly. Of those that survived, they found themselves unable to become ethereal any longer. Their abilities were obsolete compared to the Humans' magic; they had no way of defending themselves in the aftermath of the war. Then the genocide began. Once again, the Jinn's numbers were cut by the guillotine, as the Humans attempted to search every nook and cranny to exterminate them. It was then that the Jinn made a final decision. They would split up into clans; if they stayed together, they would all die.

A few of the clans managed to escape, and have never shown their faces since. Some of the clans were killed as they were discovered during their retreat. The remaining clans went down to their knees and begged for mercy. They were desperate; they told the Humans that they would do anything. All they wanted was to live. However, the Jinn were ethereal creatures by nature. Why would Humans need the aid of something so weak that most Jinn could not even stay ethereal, and use their magic? And, even if they were physical in form, they could not even lift a tea cup. Some of the Humans showed the Jinn mercy, but only if the Jinn could present them a gift that was satisfactory enough to deem them worthy of living.

But, what could they possibly want? They didn't specify, but there was only one thing that the Jinn could give. The remaining Jinn got together, and taught the Humans about a special seal called Ei Puribus. The knowledge they passed to the Humans was this: There was no afterlife, no Heaven, and no Hell that the Humans usually spoke of. The world of Acerba is its own system of life, death, and rebirth. Everything that dies is reborn into life, and everything that lives gradually travels back to death. Until now, many Human souls, after death, would become restless, because they would die when they heavily desired to live. Often, Humans would find their dead kinsman still walking the world as Undead. However, when the Jinn die, the remaining excess of their bodies return to the planet as their souls enter the cycle of reincarnation. This was due to Ei Puribus, a seal that safeguarded the soul from tempering, and cross the cycle of reincarnation with ease, then returning to the living world. The seal also dissolves the body into pure energy that is absorbed by the planet, which is also reborn. The Jinn explained to the Humans that Ei Puribus only works if the Humans can remember the name that the planet gave to them the instant they entered life. And, so long as Ei Puribus was inscribed onto the body and soul, it allows both to harmonize with the world around them, making magic possible. This was how Humans learned how to use the Jinn's magic.

The Jinn had given the Humans forbidden knowledge, but this was the price they paid for their lives. Even then, there were still too many problems. The Jinn were useless, even though they offered long lasting servitude. Fortunately- or unfortunately, the same man that developed the Human secret that ended the war and almost wiped the Jinn from Acerba had created another spell. This spell was able to bind the ethereal body of the Jinn, into a living, breathing, corporeal body. It was- once again, miraculous Human magic in the works. The only problem was that the spell required the blood of a Human in order to work.

Most Humans loathed the very idea. Giving Jinns Human bodies? Putting the Jinn on equal footing to Humans- they were put in their place for a reason. If this were to happen, the war was meaningless. The man who developed the Human secret did more research on the spell, and discovered that- while although the new body would take on the blood it was given, it still needed- to the very least, a fraction of human blood.

With this evidence, some of the less skeptical Humans only agreed if their blood was mixed with animal blood. At least with animal blood, their bodies would be more sturdy then a normal human, and they'd be able to withstand more abuse from the menial labor they would undertake. Another problem arose: the spell had to be tested with an actual Jinn. The spell would work... in theory.

The theory was right, but only for the fact that the transition was successful. To the test subjects, the transition between having an ethereal body and a corporeal one was horrific. They could feel the world around them. They could touch the dirt, and feel hot and cold. They could feel their body dying all around them. It was nothing like having an ethereal body. How did the Humans live like this? The test subjects found the experience overwhelming, and without realizing that they now had flesh and blood, killed themselves.

The Jinn who were still ethereal watched in disgust as their kin were turned into... monsters. They could not call themselves Jinn, any longer. Not with this kind of difference. This was the only way, however. It was a path that the Jinn were willing to take. If this is what it meant to live, to become like the Humans... They would regret it, but it was a regret they would have to live with. With their new bodies, they were neither Human, Jinn, or animal. They had to give themselves a new name.

Metazoans were born.

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Metazoans are creatures that are neither Human nor animal, but a mix of the two. Their souls derive from the Jinn, but after many years, the Jinn become a thing of the past, only be to be written down as losers. Since the Jinn now have their new, physical bodies, they now need to learn how to control it. The Humans had no other way of teaching them than by doing it from scratch. There were four things that the Jinn had never encountered before in their lives as ethereal beings: Eating, sleeping, breeding, and the combination of all three: Instinct. A few Humans saw the Metazoans like babies with adult bodies, while others teased them, calling them pets and thus, treated as one.

The Humans felt that because the Metazoans had Human blood in them, they needed a new name. A name that they could mock the Metazoans with. After that day, Humans were renamed Pure Bloods.

The remaining Jinn that had yet to receive a Metazoan body could not return home. Simply for considering that they would live by Humans in a completely different respect had lost them the right to even come home. Even then, there was no home to go back to. Plus, they could not just leave their friends and family to suffer as Metazoans.

Although the Metazoans had difficulty adjusting to their new lives, it would take several years when the struggle met with success. As Metazoans, they were able to accomplish tasks that Pure Bloods would find troublesome and tedious with relative ease. With the extra leisurely time, Pure Bloods were able to consume themselves in the workings of Human and Jinn magic, discovering unique types of magic that was inherited by blood. Having a Metazoan became so convenient that the news spread quickly, the demand for one soaring. Even those that planned to never even touch a Metazoan desired for one.

However, the demand for Metazoans also brought up the demand for more exotic breeds. There could be no new breeds without the use of Human blood. Due to the selfish desires, many Pure Bloods now were willing to give their blood, but only the amount that the earlier contributors had given. After all, most still remembered that Metazoans did come from the Jinn... but they failed to admit that Metazoans were the Jinn. Unfortunately, due to that acknowledgment, over the next several centuries, Metazoans would forget that they used to be Jinn.

It is said that Metazoans fared well in Pure Blood society, but it does not say how, or in what way. The selective breeding of Metazoans eventually led to slavetrading, and the kidnapping and shanghaiing of Metazoans. Specific business sought Metazoans that were unstable and bought them from their owners at a hefty price, only to use them in cage fights between other Metazoans. It is terrible, because Pure Bloods would pay for that kind of entertainment, but also because the Metazoans had no choice. If they refused to fight, they would die regardless.

Things went from bad to worse as Pure Bloods began to own more than one Metazoan. The Metazoans would try to get the best of one another by snitching. They would attempt to keep tabs one another in suspicion of betrayal, sabotage, or fleeing. Pure Bloods were constantly have contests as proof that their Metazoan was the best. These childish games spawned jealous and hatred among the Metazoans and Pure Bloods, as well. Those who claimed victory were hailed as champions, while the others were teased and picked on. Pure Bloods would take their anger on their Metazoan, while Metazoans would fight one another.

There was also an identity crisis among the Jinn that had become Metazoans. Because of their new bodies, they could no longer tell the difference between friends and family. Some became insecure, eventually falling into depression, and being abandoned by their owners for failing to keep them content. The only familiar faces were the ones of other Metazoans suffering from the same illnesses that wrecked the mind. This is counter-intuitive, because abandoned Metazoans were treated as less than dirt. They had no rights to their own freedom, individuality, or safety.

Things had gone out of control. It would take about 600 years before the Metazoans would begin to realize how powerful they really are.

---

There was a reason why Metazoans were forbidden to use magic. Actually, two. The first being that whether or not they were Metazoans, the Metazoans were still Jinn in one way or another. They would be able to use Jinn Magic with ease; all they simply would need to do is get into the practice of performing it, once again. The second was because Metazoans are part Human, so they have Human blood. Therefore, they would be able to use Human magic, as well...

There was also a reason why Metazoans were forbidden from doing certain things with their bodies. It wasn't because they couldn't, like they were told. It was because it proves just how superior in physical ability they are compared to Pure Bloods. This is how the Pure Bloods saw it: If Metazoans ever found out that they could do feats that Pure Bloods could not, what would they do? They would run away, rebel, they could do anything, and get away with it. What happens if they find out that Pure Bloods are inferior to Metazoans overall? They would start a war, and kill Pure Bloods.

The only advantage that Pure Bloods truly had against the Metazoans was the ability to use Human Magic that Metazoans cannot. For example, a Metazoan can never use the destructive potency of the spell that killed the Jinn. They would also never be able to use the ritual that gave Jinn their Metazoan bodies. Then again, only the man that created the spell was able to cast the ritual anyhow. His soul went to rest many centuries ago, continuing the cycle of reincarnation thanks to Ei Puribus.

An issue that appeared with the Metazoans was rather abrupt. Some of the Metazoans had gone rabid, unable to speak. In the rare case, they would not even be able to think as an intellectual... they became monsters, literally. They ransacked homes and killed people ruthlessly. This caused a panic within Pure Blood society, as the wild Metazoans were labeled Chimera.

The more sophisticated Metazoans had begun to rebel, and formed secret groups of resistances that gathered on occasion to discuss ways to get the Pure Bloods to give Metazoans independence without actually asking for it. They were waiting for the perfect time and place. The rabid Metazoans would be the perfect excuse, as they begun to spread false knowledge about how the rabid Metazoans were common Metazoans that had suffered nervous breakdowns due to the severe lifestyle that they must have lived.

Their plan was successful, because the Pure Bloods believed it. Their state of hysteria had caused their fear to call for Metazoans to get out of their lives. However, the officials could not declare it right away. They too, were afraid of the Chimera, but they could not release all of the Metazoans. After all, their society had Metazoans built into it. In fact, they would eventually learn that they would not have to. A select number of Metazoans swore servitude to their Masters. They would die for them. This is ironic, because the Jinn originally intended to join the Pure Bloods in an effort to survive. Why would they give their lives away to the ones that took them away?

It took several years, and a compromise was proposed, and finalized: All Metazoans were to leave immediately. However, if they strongly desired it, they would be able to stay with Pure Bloods. It was a joyous day for Metazoans. It was for Pure Bloods, too, as it would relieve them of ever having seen so many Metazoans in their lifetime. The Pure Bloods gave the Metazoans their independence and with it their freedom to enjoy the world that their ancestors had traveled so long ago.

Since there was no Pure Bloods to enforce the law, Metazoans were able to use magic as they pleased. Passed the front doors of Jhorsonique, Metazoans gathered and split up in every direction possible. They would create new families, tribes, clans, build towns, bridges, and climb mountains, cross rivers, and visit far away lands. As they settled, they created their own cultures, creating their own forms of magic, and living by their preferred rules.

The Jinn had achieved their original goal: to live.

---

What happened to the Metazoans that stayed with their Pure Bloods masters?

Most of the Metazoans went on journeys of the spirit... for a time. Many of them returned, unable to cope with leaving their master alone. They were determined to stay, and together, formed the Savant Clan. The Savant Clan is a large group of Metazoans of many different breeds with the goal of giving Pure Bloods their fullest service. They split themselves into many branches, with origins that exist outside of Pure Blood society.

With the creation of the Savant Clan, came rules to regulate Pure Bloods and those from the clan, alike. There is only Savant per Pure Blood. All Savants have an extensive number of contacts, and have fighting skill that is nothing sort of excellent. They are required to return to their point of origin at least once a year. They track their way home very well, and make sure no one follows them. It explains why- to this day, no one knows where any of the branches of the Savant Clan are. Savants must always obey their master, but have a choice whether or not to consider another Pure Blood, whether they are related to their master by blood or not. If the Savant must leave for a prolonged amount of time, they must be given a writ of transit or some other document that makes their absence official. Other than these rules, the Savant Clan is able to do as they please. Additional strings are attached depending on the branch that the Savant comes from.

---

Note: Honestly, the rest is not that important. Reading beyond this point is optional.

Two centuries would pass until the Pure Bloods would begin to quarrel amongst eachother. Some families had become jealous of the Metazoans that left 200 years ago, establishing themselves into the world beyond Pure Blood society. Why isn't it they could not do the same? Why were they confined to the limits of their own city? To the ones that intended on staying, the answer was simple: Because their pure blood wasn't worth corrupting.

A minority of Pure Bloods that desired to leave Jhorsonique did so without any permission. Many left their homes in the middle of the day, promised with the fact of all of the land beyond their home. They would take their Savants with them, whether they wanted to come or not. They traveled far west, establishing their home with their own set of rules. They named their capital Empuridah.

Beyond the Gulliver Mountain Range, but just at the base was the first Metazoan led city, called Gullier. For many Metazoans, this was the final destination in their travel for a new home. With Sepula Lake as their water source, and the mountains that pour water into the lake every year or so, it was the perfect spot for settlement. Although most of the ground in Baron Field is inhospitable to plants, there are patches of fertile soil about.

Those who decided to keep traveling eventually found Darien Desert to the east, and Zeniba to the south.

---

For Empuridah, they would erect the Grand Northwest Gate in an effort to keep those from Jhorsonique away. They were especially concerned about Metazoans that desired to come westward into their country. Obviously, not to live there, but to live off the land. Many people from Jhorsonique looked down upon the younger country. They were very selfish, even though times have changed.

Speaking of the times, Jhorsonique had become a much more mellow Pure Blood capital city. At first, Metazoans from the outside world were not allowed to enter the city walls at all, but the outer wall was extended to let Metazoans enter. However, Jhorsonique strictly upholds the rule that no Metazoan, other than Savants are allowed to enter the inner gates. To ensure it, Savants are given permission to kill, if necessary.

---

Fort Tenor would be built to watch Mahel Gulf, in the event that far away visitors would come to Jhorsonique. In the rare cases that they would be such a time, such as official business in Empuridah or Yeimeir, it would be taken very seriously, and in this fort.

Solidore Harbor was created when several Pure Bloods found the joy of going out to sea. However, they did not expect Pirates, or Metazoans that had adapted to living in the sea. Many more times than not, their ships would be ransacked, plundered, and/or stolen in the chaos that they would create. Eventually, the Pirates came to land and began to regulate the good that passed through the harbor. Due to Solidore Harbor's abundant number of complaints, the Aligor Towers were built. The Towers are manned by mages who use destructive magic to sink anything at sea that is unwanted, especially Pirates.

Things eventually returned back to normal for the better, than gradually for the worse. With no Pirates, there was nothing to stop the other threats that lay beneath the ocean. Complaints were filed again, this time because the Aligor Towers did their job too well. Officials sighed and rolled their eyes. With this kind of respect from the harbor, no boats would come and arrive. Thus, Jhorsonique handed Fort Tenor over to the Pirates, and turned the towers into nothing more than guards into and out of Mahel Gulf.

I may or may not be done... I'm pretty sure there will be more.
03-16-2009, 05:56 AM#3
Ignitedstar
Moving into a new world, huh...

---

The land had become still for the last hour of the evening. Nature had hushed her animals, each swiftly escaping from the fires brewing near the northeastern coast line of Nitendes. Just about sixty degrees above Solidor Harbor is Fort Tenor... in shambles.

The heavy, two-foot thick walls of the exterior had been rammed to the ground, now in countless pieces scattered across the surrounding grassland. The inner walls of the fort, roamed by the seafaring Metazoans for the past decade were reduced to ashes. The unsuspecting Metazoans inside only heard a mighty blow to the ceiling before being buried in the gashes of their temporary home. There was no more building; only ruins remained.

For the ones who lived, and went to escape back into the ocean had more to fear. Standing beyond the walls were the land-dwelling Metazoans, readily holding swords, axes, bows and arrows, and lances. They were many kinds that met them, and an equal amount with the desire of starting a massacre. The sea-dwellers were sealed from their refuge. Nets were scattered across the coastline, hundreds of feet wide. The survivors' resistance did manage, and of those, had to meet the wrath of the Aligor Towers. They were in open sea, and shot down by lightning.

"Eradication complete," a Metazoan spoke. His voice was heavy and experienced. "Awaiting further orders."

"Burn the evidence," a Pure Blood with his family's regalia in hand and head replied. "Dispose of the bodies. Make sure they are not found. After you are finished, tear down this poor excuse of a fort. Report to me, in the morning. The night was long; I am ready to return home."

"Yes, Your Grace," the Metazoan reluctantly left as more come along.

"Come now, Urivas. We're going home," the Pure Blood turned around, facing another Metazoan.

"What of Hord?" She asked.

"He just got his orders, and you're escorting me home. He's not stupid; he knows what to do if anyone sees him. And I do mean, anyone."

---

Meanwhile, in the forest of Feol, deep inside the walls of the mysterious castle of the mist...

"Mother," Altea whispered. In the shadows of the castle, she pushed gently on the door she was facing, knowing that her mother was worried about the recent events. About ten minutes ago, Altea, Gertos, and their Savants peered out of their bedroom windows, discovering a bright light in the distance coming from the north side of the castle. It was unusual. Who would ignite a fire so large, it could be seen from hundreds of miles away? And, why so clearly out in the open grassland?

Opera turned around quickly, wondering what could be happening at this time of night. She turned to the right, looking at the night's stowaways."Oh, it's you, my dear." She paused briefly, relieved and curious. "What are you doing out of bed? You should be sleeping, like your brother."

A young man's voice laughed behind Altea. "I'm not sleeping, Mother."

"What on earth-" their Mother sighed. "Do you know what time it is? Where is Sypphon?"

"Forgive me, My Lady," embarrassed, the Savant looked down to the ground. Her wings hung low. Altea looked behind herself, now just realizing that Sypphon had hiding behind her white feathered wings. "I tried to stop them. I honestly did."

"And Zet?" Opera continued.

"I told him to investigate. He knows not to get too close, especially when something this weird is happening," the whispers from his voice disappeared, now speaking at full throttle. "Honestly, now. We're all awake. Why are we whispering?"

"Please, both of you. Return to your bedrooms and get some much needed rest." Mother pleaded.

"Oh, but Mom," Altea cried, "I know you're worried, too. Father hasn't come back home."

"Just be patient, children."

"Mother..." Gertos pointed out, "It's been six days. Today: the seventh."
03-25-2009, 05:57 AM#4
Hunter of Shadows
Walking down a road, two travelers observed the sounds ahead, they were reaching Gullier, having traveled for weeks to make it beyond the Darian Desert and make it to Northern Nintendes, the two were weary and fatigued.

One of them stood tall, and had rippling muscles and hypnotic tattooes with violet scales, the other was shorter and had a white cloak over its face and was overall covered in white cloth.

As they walked along, Isadora murmured to Ithink Durnor, her companion these long weeks had come up with the idea to mask her identity, a Pure Blood in this town would cause no end of ruckus, so they thought it best to hide her underneath a cloak/

"Your certain they won't find me out underneath this?" She asked softly. Ithik grunted in response and said "As certain as I can be Lady Isadora, it was a plan thrown together at short notice, and there is no other way through the mountains."

As they walked down the street Isadora merely said "I hope your right."
03-26-2009, 01:46 AM#5
Ignitedstar
It wasn't until dawn when Zet returned to the castle. By then, Feol's mist fled from the sight of daylight. He landed into the castle's courtyard, just to the west beyond the lonesome fortress. Gertos wanted to wait for his Savant's return, but he had fallen asleep on the flowerbeds, each one gently cared for by his mother and sister. Luckily for him, they stayed inside for the night. As he steadily landed, Zet announced, "I've returned."

The young master yawned himself awake when he heard Zet's high-ended voice. At first he was wondering what had come to bother him, but the moment he saw his feathered Savant, the memories boiled. The Hawk wasn't surprised. Gertos looked around, wondering why he was outside, laying over his mother and sister's now crushed flowers. "Ahaha, oops." was all he said, making sure no one was looking from above. Namely Sypphon. It him awhile to notice his Savant standing in front of him. "So... anything?"

"Fort Tenor's been destroyed."

"Destroyed?" That certainly woke him up. "Why would anyone want to get rid of that place?" It sounded pointless. He laughed, "there's nothing worth mentioning except pirates. And it's not like they're causing anyone trouble."

"Or are they?" It may not be Zet's place to wonder, but someone certainly "wasted" their time making the fort appear to have been chewed and spat. "No one was there... at first. I left at the first sight of Pure Bloods."

"Good job." Knowing how edgy Solidor Harbor was being, they would scapegoat any Metazoan that was there. Savant or not. "Great. What do we tell Altea and Mom?"

The two heard a door close. "What about me?" a familiar voice came from behind Gertos' back. It was his sister. He didn't get the time to answer, because she gasped in horror, "Ah! Our flowers!" Angry, she glared at her worrisome brother. "Gertos, how could you!"

"Ahhh..." He mumbled to himself while stepping on more flowers in attempt of backing away from her sister's wrath. At least, what little she had. Desperate, he looked around for an excuse. He pointed at Zet, "He did it!"

"Blaming this on me?" His Savant rolled his eyes.

"She's blaming you, too!" Gertos looked at his sister, once again. Altea took a rapid towards the pair. He grabbed Zet's' left wing while dashing towards the castle door, "Run for it!" Gertos would regret this later. She was going to say something to Zet about this. It might be even worse if Mother found out... He didn't want to know what would happen then.

"Come back here!" Altea didn't try pursuing them. She found it more funny than frustrating watching her brother trying to fit Zet's open wings through the door. When it became quiet again, Altea looked down at the flowers that she and her Mother had tried to grow and nurture for years. A few had broken stems, some had lost a couple of petals, and the rest had only flattened to support her brother's weight. "Oh, dear." Some of the flowers would recover, but she was worried that they wouldn't survive for the rest of the Spring.

"It is dangerous to be out in broad daylight," Sypphon opened the same door that Gertos and Zet had gone through. Slowly she walked up to her young lady, telling her, "especially now, because the days are growing longer, and that means-"'

"Less mist to protect us from strangers that might do harm to us." Altea repeated her Savant's words as she spoke them. The rest came out silently, "I know, I know..." She had been hearing that ever since she was a toddler. Those words have forever bound Altea to leaving the forest. She wanted to be honest to herself; in truth, she had never gone beyond a couple hundred feet from the castle, which was still in the forest. "I don't understand why we can't leave. The wolf tribes protect us, don't they?"

Sypphon lowered her knees, helping Altea arrange the living flowers from the dead ones. "Only within the boundaries of the forest. And you know that only Master Eusey goes beyond the forest. Your mother wishes to, as well, but even Zet and I have our hands full with you and your brother, my lady."

Altea sighed. She looked up above the tree tops of the forest. "I just wish that I could go outside for... just a day."

"But you are outside."

"You know that's not what I mean," Altea stood up and walked towards the gates of the courtyard. "I want to go out there... Every time Dad comes home from a trip, he always brings all sorts of books and stories about places other than the forest. When he does that, it makes me realize how little I get to really see." The daughter looked down, frowning. "However, Father hasn't come back home, and Mother has little idea of what has become of him. I've noticed that Mom is usually confident when Dad leaves, but this time... she appears unsure."

"My, my." Sypphon found this surprising. "My lady, you've put much thought into this."

"Sypphon, stop that," Altea laughed. "You don't have to address me like that. It sounds awkward. I don't go around calling you Savant, do I?"

"I should, no matter what." The eagle's disagreed. "Unlike your father, many Pure Bloods dislike the idea of Savants becoming too comfortable around their masters. On a similar note, some Metazoans dislike the same idea." With distaste she added, "I can name a few."

"The only other Pure Bloods are Gertos and Mom. You don't have to worry about them." Altea thought it was ridiculous. Pondering, she said, "Now that I think about it, Zet does it too, doesn't he?"

Sypphon would be stuck talking to the young lady for quite some time, but the Savant found it welcoming. Altea... she only talks like this to her immediate family, and Sypphon herself. It was another reason why the eagle preferred that Altea would stay away from the judgment outside of the forest. Her happiness would burn quickly and crisp. For her, ignorance truly is bliss. However... Altea may be one of the only Pure Bloods who would try to do something for the world that Sypphon has known.

---

In the dark corners of Jhorsonique, Lythion was ready to depart. With the best of his abilities, he had attempted to relieve his Savant of her pain, but some still remained. The prince decided that he must put his Servil Magic into practice more often. The pair were well hidden in the slums of the city. He wouldn't be able to travel any further until Mediya was able to walk, however. "Mediya..." Lythion whispered in a desperate voice. "Are you well?"

The Prince was holding his Savant like one would a baby. Fortunately, Mediya was small and light enough to be held by a Pure Blood. Lythion covered her in robes, worried that she might die, soon. "Your Grace is too generous. How ironic that I find myself being held by the youngest Prince of Jhorsonique, himself. Were it not for these circumstances, I would die the most immediate death."

"No." Lythion shook his head. "No, you would not. Should it happen, I will do everything in my power to stop it. Like I had done for you already, against that horrible Yuna..." Even if he still considered himself from House Sertatin, he gagged at the fact that he used to think of such a woman as his oldest sister.

"Please," Mediya felt a slight pain in her body. "Do not say such things about Lady Yundria."

Hearing those words made Lythion's voice flare,"How can you say that?! She almost killed you. No- correction: Ivarith, that hideous, insipid Metazoan snake was ordered to kill you. I thank Nitendes herself that I was fortunate to have found you in time."

"Ivarith was only doing as ordered, as would I for you."

"Why?" Lythion repeated, "Why do you defend them after what they've done to you? They left you to rot in the Eden's condemned cellar!"

"My dearest Prince... Thank you, for your kindness. However, you are still very young. Perhaps our fleeing from the castle will reveal to you what you should know."

There was a moment of silence. "... Has that much been left to waste away in history's desert?" the Prince wondered, disgusted by the thought. "I'll excavate it soon, enough, Mediya. I will engrave whatever I can find on my tombstone, if I have to." The Prince let his Savant rest on the side of wall. "I need your help, Mediya. You've done too much for me... I have to return the favor. Please, for now. Let me help you." Lythion felt a tingle in his hand, watching it radiate a golden light.
04-16-2009, 03:45 AM#6
Hunter of Shadows
OOC: Sorry, been busy, difficult to keep track of 6 different RPs, homework, my life, and any other gaming I wanna do

Ithik grunted irritably as they moved through the city, he had already broken the fingers of at least three pickpockets, this place was a veritable hive of corruption and crime, Ithik idly wondered if anyone even bothered to at least try to maintain order and justice in the city, it seemed as no more then all out anarchy.

How it continued to function was beyond him

He merely wanted to get a move on and get out. Thankfully being as large as he was, not to mention his obviously well-toned physique, kept away all but the most bold pests, who soon discovered to their bad luck that tangling with Ithik or his charge usually ended up in a few broken fingers, or worse.

Ithik had little tolerance for thieves, he couldn't really do anything here, but anyone that bothered him soon payed for the mistake.

Bah, this is supposed to be a center of metazoan activity, no wonder Pure Bloods think they're better, they behave no better then what the Pure Bloods percieve them to be

Animals

Grunting in disgust Ithik said "Let's hurry out of here as fast as we can".

Isadora nodded
04-19-2009, 01:41 AM#7
Ignitedstar
Sypphon promised Altea that she would care for the flowers. Meanwhile, the Savant wished for Altea to remain within the confines of the castle. "The news of the destroyed fort may have already reached the wolves," her concerned voice rose. "The clans may have become irritated overnight."

"That is... odd," Altea replied. It didn't make sense. "Feol's fog should make it so that the wolves wouldn't be able to see anything at night?"

"They wouldn't see anything," the Eagle continued, "but they can hear it. The sounds of cries and death echo far."

It was a conversation that Altea would remember for a long white. Gertos was nowhere in sight when she entered the castle through the courtyard entrance. Altea giggled, thinking about how much Zet has to deal with. Her brother is older than her, but is more childish. Altrea made her way up the stairwell on her right in the gravel-colored hallways, up to the third floor. Altea had planned on to the castle's balcony, but she found her mother mid-way. Their meeting was sudden as each turned a corner. "Oh- Mother!"

"Altea?" Her mother questioned. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing. The balcony is the best place to look at Fort Tenor, so I thought I would go up there and find out if the rubble still remains." That was when she remembered, "Gertos told me that no one cares about the fort, but someone has to if people kept it maintained. And, someone cares if the fort was destroyed."

"Why is it so important?" It's not that Opera didn't care. She didn't want to get her children, involved.

"Because nothing ever happens in this forest. Everyday is the same for us. You and Father are the only ones that know what is happening to the world outside of the forest. Even the wolves know more than Gertos and I." She found the last fact disheartening.

Her mother laughed. "So, are you waiting for something interesting to happen?"

"Like being allowed to leave the forest?" Altea hurried to get the words in her breath. "Yes!"

"Actually... I thought about what to the two of you said yesterday, and... I, too, am deeply concerned about your father. Eusey is a very busy man, but this is not tolerable."

"We're going, then?"

"No," Opera announced. "Not yet. Wyen has yet to return. If anything bad were to happen, Wyen will tell us." Now that Altea thought about, her Mother's Savant had gone missing a few days ago. But that's it; it's been a couple of days. What was she doing?
04-25-2009, 07:05 AM#8
Hunter of Shadows
Ithik stopped dead

Isadora noted the movement and stopped as well, and looked about to see what had alarmed her companion, then saw that they were very much surrounded by armed and mean looking metazoans, they were a ragged bunch, she guessed them to be common thieves.

Yet it wasn't hard to figure out they meant them harm.

"You ther, damn lizerd! You been breakin the hands of some of our folkss, how 'dey supposed to make a livelihood with you bustin 'dere hands up?" Said one metazoan who looked like a rat given bipedal legs and growth hormones.

He was missing alot of teeth and a puckered scar ran across his left eye, as well as crisscrossing his body. He seemed particularly peeved, though it wasn't hard to guess why.

Ithik had only one response, he drew his sword

A few of the thieves backed up a bit in fear, the sword was a zweihander, and easily a large one at that, capable of cleaving a man in a blow. Ithik grunted and hefted the blade and held it at the ready and said coldly "Oh? Am I just to let your petty thieves pick my pockets with nary more then a smile and a pat on the back...?"

Ithik smiled coldly

"...I think not...stand aside or none of you shall live to see the next day, I can guarantee that..." Ratman merely snarled and said "Itsh only one man! Get 'em boys!" The thieves, their gusto returned to them, charged.

Ithik sighed

They'd come all at once, so they got in each other's way, calmly he leveled his blade and swung it in a great arc, in seconds it had cleaved through several of the thieves, they dropped screaming, and died.

The rest hesitated, and Ithik did not give them time to think, leaping forward he gutted one metazoan, then punched the other next to him, pulling the disemboweled sod off of his sword, Ithik turned.

The rest had fled, except for Ratman, who hissing charged at Ithik, who calmly sidestepped and swung

A head rolled across the ground, however, in the swing something had happened

CRASH! His sword had also cleaved straight through a wagon being pulled by a metazoan who was feline in nature, and evidently very old.

The man froze, turned and howled "IDIOT! Do you have ANY IDEA WHAT YOU JUST BROKE!?"
05-05-2009, 01:08 AM#9
Hunter of Shadows
Ithik stood miserably in a rune circle, one thing after another, a bunch of thieves had ambushed them. Then, to his chagrin, he had apparently broken a difficult to create magical artifact that required the energy of many living beings(non-fatal) to make.

"However," said Keeph "You are strong and powerful enough, and those runes and enchantments upon you should, with a few modifications, suffice, you will be able to repair the damage with no more then some tiredness."

Ithik grunted in response.

Isadora was standing in the circle of runes as well, evidently to lower the cost of energy it would require, she tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the wizard to finish, he certainly knew what he was about, but he was far too precise about it for her tastes.

Keeph, the wizard began to chant, he was speaking under his breath and his hands were glowing softly as he held them in front of himself, Ithik could feel the power begin to build.

Then, to his shock, something went very wrong.

The runes pulsed, Keeph's head snapped up in alarm. "Damn! Something's gone funny! Doesn't make sense...will...give...hel-"

Then they were gone

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Isadora popped up in the midst of some very surprised canine looking metazoans

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Ithik on the under hand, found his day progressing into greater amounts of misery as he was pinned by imperial guards and savants as he was teleported straight into the imperial capitol.
05-05-2009, 01:57 AM#10
Ignitedstar
Altea stared at the forest below her. Most of the shrubbery covered anything that could be seen otherwise right below her. The castle's balcony has always surprised her since she was young. It's been the only way she can look at the world other than the one around her, the world consumed by greenery, mist, wolves, and her family. Nothing out of the ordinary. For her, anyhow.

She never stares at the forest for long. Only a couple seconds would pass until Altea's eyes was be drawn to the mesmerizing lights that dance at the top of Jhorsonique. The city may be far away, but the magic held there that arrogantly taunts the world... Her mother and father hated the place. They had told Altea that their kin who take home there become oblivious to the actual world, and believe that the city is all that is needed of them. "It's a blatant lie," echoes in Altea's mind when she squints at the capital. In a way, it makes her ashamed. Where does the curtain end? Even though Altea wasn't born behind the stage, she lingers, continually walking to find the end of the heavy red drape.

"There you are." Gertos' voice talked behind Altea. "I thought you were chasing us, but it looks like you found your way up here, again. I don't see the point."

"Why not?" Now that she had thought about it, Altea never asked him, before.

"We're never leaving this forest, that's why." He stopped for a moment. "Everytime I see you up here, I just think that you're getting your hopes up a little too high."

"But Mother just might-"

"Now, now. It's not that I'm saying that I don't buy it, but Mother's prone to doing that. You worry her- and you worry me, too. Someday, I just think that you're going to leave the forest without telling anybody. That, or you'll devise some sneaky plan with the wolves so you can leave the forest."

Altea stared at her brother, confused. "What?" Why would she do that? She wasn't that desperate. "The wolf clans will never let us leave. Father said so."

"Bah!" Gertos cried. "Mother says this- Father says that. You should start thinking for yourself..." The young boy began to walk away, somewhat annoyed, but disappointed most of all. He quietly added, "So much for giving her ideas. I'd come with you, Altea..."

"What's that?" Altea suddenly said. Gertos turned around, looking at his sister stare directly below the balcony. He came back to find out what she was referring to. She then said, "What is a wolf doing here?"

"What?!" Gertos quickly looked down. Their Mother and Sypphon were talking to a member from one of the wolf clans. They were too far away to tell what they were saying, but Mother's face was stern. Sypphon and the wolf weren't happy, either. "They're certainly not happy." His face became shocked as he suddenly ran off. "Oh no!"

"W-what?" Altea wanted to know what he was so worried. It's not like Zet got hurt or anything... That was when she realized it, too. She gasped, "It is about Father?" It might be... The pair ran off to meet their Mother down in the courtyard. However, when they got there, the wolf had already left. Sypphon left, as well. They only managed to catch their mother coming back inside the castle. Altea yelled, "Mom! What happened?!" as soon as her eyes could see her mother's worried face.

Opera had tried to hide it, but it looks like they already knew. "Oh, dear."

"What? What is it?" Gertos was eager to know. "Is it about Dad?"

"No, it's just..." How was she going to say it? "The wolf that came by explained to us that a Pure Blood appeared in the forest. Out of thin air." The two children had their mouths gaping. "What makes it more interesting is that it is a female. And she's armed."

---

Lythion hadn't thought about the next step in his plan. How was he going to get of the city? Savants run amok in every direction within the inner section of Jhorsonique. He wouldn't even be able to step onto the streets without being recognized. To make matters worse, Mediya found it difficult to walk. Most Savants wouldn't go beyond the inner city without permission from their masters, but then he would have to avoid Pure Bloods and Metazoans in the outer section of the city. Plus, he had to do this all while his family isn't aware that he had left the castle. Knowing how nosy some of his siblings are, Lythion could guess that they already knew, and didn't want to raise a panic amongst the people.

Their efforts in retreating seemed pointless. The Prince muttered, "It doesn't matter; If we stay, we get caught. If we try to leave, we get caught." It was his mistake for thinking this would be easy.

"Please," Mediya replied slowly. She held her breath before speaking again, "Leave me here. If you want to leave, I'll do the best I can." She was asking to die alone.

Lythion objected. "Were you to die, this entire ploy is meaningless!" Within the shadows of the building, he looked out at the various people and Ssvants that made their casual walks around the city. He wasn't convinced; any Savant that would walk by should notice them immediately. Was something wrong?

"Do you hear that?" Mediya's ears waved left and right. Lythion couldn't hear anything because the mumbling and gossip on the streets. "A number of angry voices." It took a couple more seconds before the Metazoan could pinpoint where the noise was coming from. "It was rather sudden. It sounds like... a man is rebelling."

"What?" Lythion gasped, "A man? Or is it a Metazoan?" Asking if it was a Savant would be a rhetorical question.

The rabbit nodded. Mediya was indeed hearing a male voice. She slowly whispered, "Clashing weapons...? There seems to be some fighting." She continued, saying it was coming from past the street to the left of where they were. "The voices are getting louder."

In the distance, Lythion heard, "Intruder! Intruder!" It had to be a Metazoan. But... who doesn't know that Metazoans that enter the inner city are subject to the death penalty? They must have wanted to die pretty badly. Then again, Mediya did say she could hear fighting. The clashing noises were getting louder as well.

"The intruder is coming our way!" Mediya instantly rose, taking a painful defensive pose to protect Lythion if the invader was coming around their way. Could he smell them?

"No, wait-" Lythion flinched, and stopped talking when a glaive had crashed into the wall in front of them. It came into the wall with a sharp noise. Within the small marginal window of view that they had between the walls surrounding them, the two saw a large lizard run by, knocking away more projectiles as they came to hunt him down. Within the second Lythion had to see the violet scaled reptile's face, he didn't look too comfortable; more like annoyed.

"The intruder?" Lythion asked Mediya. She nodded. "Well, that's certainly not a Savant, then." He didn't mean to insult the lizard. But really... Purple? He wanted another look, but a group of guards ran by a few seconds after the intruder ran by, each of them yelling demands to stop running away. "That one... He had blood on his sword." Assaulting Pure Bloods or Savants? At this rate, the poor soul would die a most gruesome death.

"Leave him be." Mediya said, distraught. "He'll die, anyway."

"He can be our distraction," Lythion assumed. Leaving the lizard behind to die instead of Mediya sounded like a thoughtful plan, but he looked down in shame. Sacrifice was something he wanted to avoid for this. It wasn't any different if they let a strange die in Mediya's place. "No..." Lythion shook his head, thinking that he felt a tear fall on his cheek. "We have to help him. We have to do something."

Mediya just watched, trying to understand the Prince's feelings. She made a heavy sigh, "Alright. I disagree with your thoughts, but I must accept your wishes." Lythion didn't like Mediya, because of that. She did things because she had to, not because she wanted to. She was quite the reluctant person. Hopefully, their plan would work out: Mediya would distract the guards in attempt to get them to think that she and the Metazoan were partners in crime, or something to that extent. In the meantime, Lythion would do his best to lead the Metazoan out of the city, altogether. With the commotion that he might raise, the reptile might be arrested within the outer reaches of town.

The plan wouldn't work without some sort of clothes to hide their faces. The two gathered what they could to make them look like outsiders by tearing what cloth they could and wrapping around themselves. "This should do," the Prince commented. Dressing like this wasn't very comfortable nor fashionable, but people wouldn't notice him with it on. Not right away, anyhow. The same went to Mediya.

Mediya was the first to jump out of the shadows, catching the attention of some of the guards. Without words, Mediya's hands sparkled a crisp red. There was no need for words to cast a simple spell of tiny embers coming from down the guards' feet. The reptile didn't understand was what going on, but the chattering of demands from the pursuers quieted down. Mediya cued the Prince in with a whiff of wind blowing in the alleyway he was running in. Right on time, Prince Lythion confronted the Metazoan as he was running.

Their encounter was surprising, and the Metazoan rose his weapon. "Stop!" Lythion put his hands in the air. He didn't any weapons whatsoever, and the Metazoan didn't seem to understand where he was. "Look- my friend and I are trying to get you out of here. You're not from around here, are you?" A few gusts of wind came from the alleyway. It was Mediya, telling him to hurry up. "Argh! We don't have time for this! Come on!" Lythion would be lying if he had said he had never left Eden, before. He's left the castle plenty of times, unlike his siblings.
05-15-2009, 02:59 AM#11
Hunter of Shadows
Ithik stared at the human, and suddenly, far behind them, he heard the screams. Men were dying, rather painfully from the sound of it, blades clashed and another scream.

Then silence

Another Metazoan came running around the corner, looking rather panicked, dodging behind the Pure Blood who had just ordered him to stop. Ithik hefted his sword and said "Get out of my way, I don't know where I am, or what I'm doing here, it's a complete mistake, magical accident...though a highly volatile one...your no match for me, I'm going to bust my way out of here."

The Pure Blood didn't respond and merely pointed behind Ithik, then Ithik heard a faint whistling noise. He whirled around and barely stopped a long curved blade in it's path, which had it continued would have bisected Ithik rather neatly in the midst of his spine.

"Tch," tutted the man cloaked in total black who was straining against Ithik's sword, "I must be getting sloppy, almost no one sees that slash coming." Then not paying any attention to Ithik at all, the man leaned over to the side and saw the Pure Blood "Ahhhh Prince Lythion, just the fellow I was looking for, come over here so I can kill you quickly, you've become a nuisance to several someones who I won't name, and they've tasked me to kill you." The Pure Blood paled in response, Lythion? Prince? Ithik shook his head, it didn't matter a bit. "Don't ignore me you wretch..." Snarled Ithik and pushed off hard with his sword, the man leaped back without a sound, then lunged, his blade whirling. The two began to clash, it was all Ithik could do to keep the sword from his throat, it thirsted for him, seeking and slashing with a speed he could barely follow. No wonder the guards had been dispatched so quickly.

Not only that, the bastard was very strong, fast and powerful, and with the skill to make most swordsman go green with envy. Then Ithik heard something rather disturbing. The man was laughing...

"Hahaha! Very good Chimera! Your actually forcing me to try, and I'm still having difficulty getting past that nasty sword of yours, now why don't you stand aside, and let me kill my target, I promise I'll let you live."

Ithik didn't know who the man was, but he didn't like him, and some instinct told him to stay right where he was. "Let you through? You must be kidding." The man sighed and said "No I'm afraid not, disappear!" With that he shot a palm forward and a blast of magic flew forward.

It hit Ithik with the force of a hurricane

Well, it would have, normally, the tattoos on his scales flared brightly and dispersed the energy to the void, most of it, Ithik grunted and was forced back a step, but that was all.

The man didn't move, obviously stunned, then Ithik heard him mutter "Always got to ruin my fun in some way or another..." Then he charged again laughing like a madman, sword slashing, seeking and thirsting.
06-14-2009, 12:59 AM#12
Hunter of Shadows
Ithik was reaching the end of his endurance

The constant darting blade, ever seeking his life, was lightning quick. Besides that, the assassin kept making feints to the left or right, trying to trick Ithik into making an opening he could slip by and kill his target with.

He had to end this, and fast, or at least create an opening for him to escape with. Minding this, Ithik suddenly lunged and faked an opening, the assassin, amazingly, took the bait.

Not as clever as he thought he was.

Ithik could move very fast when he wanted to, ducking under the seeking blow suddenly he pivoted around and whirled his sword, at the moment the assassin parried, Ithik forced his advantage and grated against the assassin's blade, sparks flew and then Ithik surprised him once more by letting go with one hand and uppercutting the assassin to the face.

The man made a whompfing sound as he collapsed, with that Ithik whirled around and sheathed his blade and promptly seized the young man and his metazoan companion and started running.
06-24-2009, 06:26 AM#13
Ignitedstar
... Hunter has a good way of motivating people. Anyway... Can we just get out of this dumb place?

---

"Had we known you could run faster, we would not be in this mess," the Prince sighed while being held by the Metazoan.

"Where do I go?" The reptile announced. True; they couldn't just keep running in circles around the inner city.

"Getting out of the city by the borders is impossible at this rate," Mediya sighed, "However, there is another way out." She continued, "There are two waterways that come into Jhorsonique. From where you're running, we can go right or left; either way will take us to one of the exits. I will do the rest from there."

"Are you sure?" The stranger wasn't completely convinced.

"Mediya is a Jinn adept," Lythion praised. "If we could count on anyone to perform some sort of spell, it would be her."

---

"The wolves won't just leave the girl alone," Sypphon was leading Altea to the female stranger's sudden appearance. There was no room to fly in the forest, but the ground was well enough for her to walk on. "She is good, regardless. I suspect that during my leave, the wolf clans may have tried to kill her, but is successfully keeping them at bay." There was concern in the eagle's eyes.

It didn't look like much to Sypphon, but Altea was frustrated, trying to keep up with her Savant's pace. "Even if she is a stranger, she is a Pure Blood. Even the wolves are afraid of Savants."

"Exactly." The eagle quickly spoke. "She is not with one."

"So they take advantage of the situation?" It was puzzling. They wouldn't be able to get away with it... would they?

"What Metazoan wouldn't?" Sypphon sighed. "You know better than most. Your father tells you these things." She stopped talking for a moment. "Most Metazoans wouldn't stop to think about killing a Pure Blood if they could easily get away with it. The wolves also noticed another thing about this woman: she does not have the particular smell of Savant accompanying her, but a Metazoan not native to the North."

The two came to a small clearing in the forest, instantly being able to spot the woman who braced herself for any unexpected attacks. Surprisingly, the massive crowd of wolves that Sypphon spoke of had left. There were only a small handful of wolves remaining, but they were snarling and circling her. Altea's eyes met the woman's, and she seemed to have a small sigh of relief. The wolves all looked back to see their unwanted visitors. Altea whispered, "What is she doing here?"
07-05-2009, 05:17 AM#14
The Dark One
In a cave stood a dark thin and tall figure motionless, the thing’s eyes were closed as it concentrated on sensing any more energy surges like the two that just passed by. There was something very uncomfortable about the power that directed them, but without any knowledge of where thy ended and from where thy started, and since there were no more of them, pursuing the subject is a goose chase that he had no time for, and he went back to his work. He did leave a note in his mind to seek information about it when he gets the chance to, but the things at hand were far more urgent. The return of the Archendike will not stay a secret for long, and he had to be prepared when it no longer does.
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