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| Blood of the Innocent; Aesulla 2015 Laying Plot Event! | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 25 2015, 08:46 PM (1,847 Views) | |
| Isra | Jul 1 2015, 07:08 PM Post #21 |
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Irasotiel; tag Cauldron, Talherahiel, Zeliniel, Lysander She felt him coming but said nothing of his approach, focusing instead on her efforts to heal Talherahiel. With Zeliniel's aid the process was going quickly and well, and soon the worst of the older Seraph's injuries were healed. She was going to need a great deal of time to recover, but she was going to be fine in the long run. With a quiet sigh, the glow around her faded slightly and she pulled away, her work done for the moment. Irasotiel did not speak when she turned to Cauldron, did not offer him a greeting as her sister had. She well remember him from their ventures out into Nondir in the wake of the earthquake. They had repaired a great deal of the neglected lower wards, and saved a great many lives as a result. Cauldron had helped to sculpt places to keep off the biting cold and bitter wind, had provided fires for warmth, delivered much needed supplies to those in dire straits. The Seraph had accompanied them and healed as many as she could, as well as provided spiritual guidance to those who asked it of her. But she also remembered the voice. She remembered the presence that had shared Sequoya's long-dead body with Cauldron, and the booming, fateful words that rang out across the land. During their first trip into the city she had warned Cauldron not to meddle with things he did not understand, and Irasotiel was unable to keep herself from wondering if he truly understood the being he had roused. If that being and the pact that Cauldron had made with it were, perhaps, the reason that Talherahiel had nearly died birthing this egg. She said none of this aloud, simply watching him with unreadable eyes before she silently turned away to the little Cleric that Araselnassaa lifted to the platform. Lysander was greeted more warmly as she carefully lowered her massive head beside him. "The egg was very difficult for her to bear and birth, but she is healed and will recover with time," she informed him to assuage his worries. "When you are finished here, little Brother, I would be honored to have your blessing upon my eggs as well." With the gentlest of nudges against his arm Irasotiel turned and dropped from the platform. Her eight wings spread and caught her with ease as she glided back down to her nest where Cernunnos and their eggs awaited. She was more eager than she cared to let on as she landed and carefully laid down, stretching out to frame the area where her eggs rested. |
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| Thalron | Jul 1 2015, 09:25 PM Post #22 |
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Shockingly Shocking
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The Towering Seraphic Egg Tag: Zeliniel, and pretty much everyone else. Everyone that beheld the egg could feel its sapience, despite it only having existed for moments already it held a fully formed mind and significant powers that radiated even through the thick walls of the hatchery. The floating objects occasionally moved on their own, pulling closer or fanning out further. One could almost feel like they were adjusting to view those that were near it, and as Zeliniel approached the fragments moved to put her ahead of the largest portions. The halos slowly turned, as well, the patterns seeming to shift slightly as she placed the objects. Perhaps it approved, or it was just easier to see the details up close. Every moment that attention was paid to it, it seemed to be taking to evaluate those who looked. Its presence pierced the souls of all present, and being so close only amplified it. It was blasphemy to touch a mothers egg without permission, though such an accident could be forgiven as it was in the best interest of the proto-creature. Still, there was much more going on with this egg than many of the others here. It wasn't so much of a developing dragon, as it was an ancient being awaiting its body... And while its power could be felt by all in the hatchery, the instant that claw brushed the surface of its strong shell an obvious transformation occurred- not in the egg, but in the one who disturbed it. Zeliniel could feel a rush of energy, power, clarity, it was so strong that it was overwhelming, both mentally and physically. Her body seemed to glow, and begin to break apart into a translucent figure of pure energy and divine power. Only those that were native to the celestial plane could see the reality of the Seraph's true form manifesting in place of her mortal body- a feat that would normally mean that she had lost her mortal form, and was returning home... This was not the case though, her glowing form rose into the air for a moment, beautiful, and terrifying. Zeliniel could be seen, for however briefly, for what she really was. A being that existed before, and would long after all that surrounded her had turned to dust and ash. Even the world itself was fleeting to the eyes of a Seraph, A mortals view on time was meaningless. Their lives but briefest flickers, a thousand generations could pass in the blink of an eye. It made all but those that knew the truth, painfully aware of how brief their lives would be, that they were in fact mortals in the presence of the immortal. It could not not be truly seen with the eyes, but with the souls of those present, unnatural, but at the same time more real than any of the other impermanent bodies, or objects present. ...And then it was gone. An immense wave of energy flowed out of the beings body as it seemed to collapse in on itself, darkening and folding inwards at impossible angles as her mortal form seemed to pull itself back together and cover up that true inner light. She was left whole once more though, her mind feeling as if it had momentarily broken free from the clouds that surrounded this reality, only to be plunged within them once more. Shadows moved over her memories, blotting them from a mind that was all too fallible for such important matters. Some things had returned that had been lost while her body formed though, names, faces, people she knew in the other realm. As well as some of what she had witnessed of the world before arriving, though most of what seemed missing before was still woefully out of reach. One thing was no longer out of her reach however, a pressing thing that thus far had occupied the minds of all that were present. Who, or what was in the egg, it had spoken to her, it had seen what she had done in her brief moments upon the mortal plane. It was not disappointed with her actions, but it was not impressed. It also knew that she, and the other seraphs were not finished. That is why it was here. Not to help, it was not the savior of this world, or some legendary hero come to put a stop to evil... Though he was certainly capable of it. No, he was here to JUDGE it. He would be the main deciding force for the fate of this world and If he found the world lacking, it would be unmade. The first part of the ominous prophecy foretold on the battlefield months ago had come true. Soon judgement shall be passed upon this world. |
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| Silver | Jul 4 2015, 06:39 PM Post #23 |
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Brother Lysander Tagged: Egg, Seraphs, Everyone "Father!" It took Lysander a moment to register that someone was calling out to him. 'Father' was his proper title, as he had taken all of his vows, but he was unused to being addressed as such. He had always insisted that people call him "brother" It felt far less formal, and he figured that once a barrier of formality was removed, people were more comfortable listening to what you had to say. It was a tactic which had always seemed to work before, and his face flushed slightly once he realized who had done the speaking. Lysander had been in the presence of Titans before now (he'd had the honor of sitting near Yggdrasil and Thalron during the opening ceremonies), but they never failed to leave him breathless. The Crystal Titan was a wonder, gleaming with purples and blues. Any other time he would have loved to take the opportunity to tell her just how lovely she was, but at the moment he was in distress, and she made it quite clear she understood why. Lysander appreciated that. He was embarrassed enough having over-reacted in a time of crisis when people were no doubt looking to him for a calm and clear head. He didn't need a Titan disappointed in him, as well. In any other circumstance, he would have refused her offer to help, but in this case, he offered little protest. Seraph blood was steadily staining his feet and the bottoms of his robes, and the sight of it made his throat tight. He wasn't sure how much longer he could bear the sight of it. Still, being assisted by Araselnassaa was exhilarating. Lysander had never been on a dragon before, and while he was sure this hardly counted, it was likely as close as he'd ever get. His breath left him as the Titan lifted him up to the top of the platform, and his legs were shaking as he slowly stepped forward, hands grasping tightly at the support rail for balance. Lysander had never had cause to be afraid of heights before, but he determinedly refused to look down now. Instead, he had eyes only for-- Oh, dear. Chest. There was a chest, there, right in front of him, round and nearly bare and-- His stomach fluttered before he abruptly looked away, mortified. "Empress," He whispered. "I-- I apologize. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-- Thank you. To your dragon, I meant. And you." No amount of blubbering was going to fix this, he was sure. And Irasotiel offered a much welcomed distraction. "It would be my honor," He assured her solemnly, and he meant every word. His arm still tingled from where she nudged it, but-- He frowned and glanced at the egg before him, towering and judgmental. Lysander had never before made to feel on trial, for he was not a man who typically wronged other people. Still, there was something about the egg that made him feel bare, exposed, devoid of all facades and laid out before it, and he wasn't sure if he-- Something was happening. He turned just in time to see Zeliniel rise up into the air. His hands gripped the railing until his knuckles turned white, face awestruck, mouth gaping as his eyes darted back and forth, struggling to make sense of what was happening before him. He'd never seen such light, nor felt such power. She was almost terrible to behold, and Lysander felt a shiver run from the back of his neck all the way down to his toes. He wanted to divert his eyes (it felt like the only truly proper response), but instead his gaze remained glued on her. At the sight of her, he thought he could almost hear singing, a faint voice, soft like bells in the back of his head. His breath left him in a great rush, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He didn't feel himself crumple to the platform, but instead, he could feel his mind reeling, struggling to make sense of it all. Celestial mother, have mercy. We don't understand. |
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| Senaru | Jul 5 2015, 06:42 AM Post #24 |
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Omnicient Creator
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[align=center] Water/Luck Benzaiten: 1 very strange egg, about the size of a large Air Egg, & 1 gold Air Egg This eight foot, seven foot wide egg resembles an air egg to some degree. A strange whisping, spirit like vapor flows from the egg endlessly, which seems to be clear but dark. Inside the glassy surface of the egg, a dark navy liquid surrounds a brilliantly glowing core, which is rooted to the edges of the shell. As far as anyone can guess, it is the size of an Air egg, but it is quite unusual and even the hatching assistance are confused. [/align]- * * * [align=center]At seven feet tall and six wide, this Air Egg bears an unusual color across its shell, bearing a deep bronze, coated in copper and gold, flecked with dark brown. It shines with brightness, the colors shine with vibrant intensity at times when light shines on it. It is decently large. [/align]- * * * [align=center] Steam Kumonryo: 1 Water Egg, 1 misty Forest Egg, 1 very warm Forest egg This intense water egg is seven feet in all directions, the colors itself likely caused by a magnified effect of the watery egg, a myriad of colors courses over it, from red-orange to yellow, to blue, black, white and nearly green yellows, stricken through with scribble-like streaks. The egg is very shiny and soft, so care must be used when touching it. [/align]- * * * [align=center]This six foot tall, four foot wide Forest egg is not the largest egg, but its colors, which look like that of a painting of cherry blossoms on a mountain, complete with mists and clouds in their skies which even lift off the shell. The imagery upon the shell is neither realistic nor detailed, but it seems more akin to that of watercolor. This egg is quite warm. [/align]- * * * [align=center]This deep chai orange-red and brown based Forest egg has brilliant cream colored swirls, which actually moves about its shell. It is about seven or so feet tall and five feet wide, very warm to the touch but not too hot- usually. This egg has a distinct smell like that of chocolate. Touching this egg seems to give off a soothing aura to those near it, as well as sometimes renewing their energy. [/align]- 'Feather can post the IC laying when she has time. |
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| Jackins | Jul 21 2015, 12:50 PM Post #25 |
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Rock on Gold Dust Woman
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Gustabari, tag: Xifeng For weeks the fire had guarded a particular perch for his mate, only leaving once every now and again for bodily necessities and to provide much needed advice-hopefully comfort-to visitors in need. His mate, Xifeng it seemed, had initially considered his attention silly. Though she teased, she did not discourage, which was fine by Gus; it was understood between the both that he needed the self appointed duty. Having not sired any hatchlings in well over a century-and never without his bonded to see them afterwards-had made him antsy. Guarding their little platform in the hatching complex assuaged a few of his concerns. In time it seemed, Xifeng had come around. His little pup tent had been replaced by a large, cozy cushion for the two to share, and that suited him just fine. He could guard the nest and perform his secondary duty of being the Best Pillow Ever. The noise the echoed through the complex was nothing new, at least not to Gus. Having stayed their for so long the myriad of sounds that permeated the grounds at any given time were numerous and often not terribly necessary for concern. But the commotion continued and the fire shook his tri-horned head. Had he any external ears, they'd have twitched in annoyance and he curled up tighter, his paws grasping over his face whilst he stretched his hind legs a moment. If he still had his tail he'd have curled it more tightly about the both of them, but alas, it was long gone, save for the rare phantom sensation. The sleep hazed mine of the rustic old fire had not come to terms yet that something important was happening, despite the caterwhauling of others had set off a chain reaction, the laying had begun. Xifeng was kind enough to give him a not so gentle reminder. Deliberate or not, the hearty nudge that sent the fire sprawling with a strangled feline bark jarred him awake. The fall was largely insignificant, but it caused him to sputter shortly after the thud as he gathered his wits to shake the pall of drowsiness away, taking in his surroundings to put a finger on just what the trouble was. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he caught the tail end of what seemed to be an apology. A sleepy smirk curled at the corners of his mouth. Clearly, it was time for something grand. Assuming fate was kind, his procurement of the ledge and self-appointed sentry duty would finally pay off. Startled claws gripped the stone beneath his feet as his head twisted to and fro, only briefly catching a glimpse the peacock dragoness waddling gracelessly towards her nest with a most poignant urgency. What did distract him further was the absolutely massive seraphic egg and the string of would be saviors rushing to Talherahiel's aid. He flinched, both from the scrutiny of the nearly titanic hatchling and the obvious damage it had done to the one that brought it forth into the world. Staring at the egg for too long made his fur stand on end and he wanted no such attention as he turned to settle in near Xifeng in her own time of need. It seemed that someone somewhere had had the good graces to ensure that Xifeng had few, if any complications in her own task. Though heavily laden with three eggs, they seemed to enter the world with a general ease and Gus rumbled with some encouragement as he stayed nearby, but not underfoot. Before too long, the nest became home to three, very unusual glowing fire eggs and, as they slowly came to life under their own heat it was clear that perhaps they might all be twins. Such a curious hatching this might be. Hopefully they'd be different enough to tell apart in time, but that was a concern for the future. For now, Xifeng appeared finished and he was at her side in an instant, the vents beneath is fur parted slightly for a pleasing warmth for her to snuggle into. "They're wonderful."he purred softly, watching the trio from where he lay. ======= Jack, Iviera, and Chrono Wood creaked and candlelight flicked with the curious ebb and flow of sleeping breath. Hours upon hours had been spent in the Aesullan temple in search of answers, and it seemed that the long crawl through the archives had finally taken their toll. The young wing chaplain was exhausted, and had succumbed to the luxury of desk tucked in a small corner. A wall mounted shelf served as pillow as the behorned little rider dozed, precariously; her feet crossed up on the desk while the chair was rocked back on its hind legs. There was a large book nestled in her lap and clawed fingers several dog-eared pages open, either for later scrutiny, or simply for comfort. Soft snoring emanated from the little alcove, and all was peaceful. And someone just had to go and ruin it. Frantic, tiny wings flapped as the tiny crystal dwarf darted through the slightly parted door of the archives. She flared her fins in frustration, hovering in each mountainous row of books as emerald-flecked eyes scoured every nook and cranny, as the blades of her tail clicked in frustration. Jack had to be somewhere in the room. She hadn’t seen her leave and Chrono had taken off with only a few words, namely to inform the pair that the laying would begin shortly and it was her time to depart. It was unlike Jack not to be there to support her bonded and Iviera was determined to find out what was going on. The flurry of crystal feathers and ire gave a snort, nearing the back of the room before finally finding the source of her frantic searching. Carefully, she alighted upon Jack’s boots before giving the dreaming rider a hearty shake. “Tamaron,wakeup!” They had places to be, and dreamland was not one of them. Neither was the chair, for that matter. As Iviera shook the young chaplain and Jack roused slowly, the balance of the chair upset itself, suddenly slipping out from under the dozing rider. Panic gripped Jack as pleasant dreams descended into a reality of falling and the whole alcove was suddenly doused in a virulent swirl of utter darkness. Iviera took to the air again as startled boots nearly tipped the desk back as Jack tried to steady herself on anything as the chair froze in time, long enough for her to get up from her seat before the likely fall sent her to the infirmary to repair a broken horn, again. Her heart still hammering she picked up the wooden death trap and righted the desk before time began to flow normally, snuffing the candle between her fingers before packing up her things as the bleary fog of REM sleep continued to cloud her thoughts. “You made me ink!” Jack reached out for Iviera in the pitch black fog before placing the belligerent little dragon on her shoulder as she gathered up the book that had fallen and put everything away neatly. She’d have to pull it out again later, if she remembered after the near death experience inflicted upon her by the tiny crystal. Iviera batted away those clawed fingers with a huff of indifference before settling in on Jack’s shoulder, smoothing out the silvery blue stole under her collar with a huff “You should be on the sands with Chrono, not sawing logs in this musty tomb!” It was a shame that Iviera couldn’t see through the darkness. Arguing with a pair of glowing red circles was largely unsettling, even with familiarity. A trill of concern coursed across their bond as Jack redoubled her efforts to straighten up before the young rider took off in a bid to run to the hatching complex, leaving no trace aside from the cloud of unnatural darkness, which dissipated several minutes after her passing. There arrival was not terribly quick, running full pelt while still half asleep was no easy feat and Jack was certain that someone would bark at her if she fiddled with time anymore than she already had that day. Before too long, boots crunched in the sand beneath her. Her initial scan of the sands however, was distracted by the intense glow of what had only moments ago appeared to be Zeliniel, hovering near...oh...OH. Whatever it was, whatever had happened, Jack averted her gaze, covering her eyes with clawed fingers as she searched the perimeter of the sands to find her bonded. The glow dissipated but her attention did not waver. Whatever was perched upon the highest ledge, it was ominous, all knowing, and powerful enough to do...something to a seraphic dragon. Whatever it was, she did not know, and while knowing was something she craved, for once her curiosity seemed too meek inquire about the massive seraphic looming near the heavens. She tugged softly upon her bond to Chrono before following its resonance to where the time dragoness had sprawled herself amongst her nest. Chrono watched the unusual interaction between her firstborn and the ominous figure of the seraphic egg. All the while whispers of the various permutations of time flit through her thoughts. She followed each briefly, though she could say nothing of the matter her expression was foreboding. Whatever the case might be, it seemed that the times ahead held ominous portents, and she was not at liberty to share any of that knowledge, not even with Jack. A shiver ran down her spine as the display of otherworldly power dissipated before turning to meet her wayward rider with a soft smile on her whiskered face despite the futures that she had just previewed. “There’s my Jack.” her tone was soft, if tired. There was no anger in her voice as she lowered her head, glancing at each nest in turn. “I’m sorry Chrono, I didn’t realize you had gone...I was still looking for...you know.” Jack offered an apologetic shrug as Iviera busied herself with smoothing out her crumpled uniform in a hopeless bid to keep her bonded looking at least somewhat presentable. Chrono rumbled softly as her rider found somewhere to settle in that was at least partly out of the way, nestling into the crook of one of Chrono’s forelegs to watch the sands and glad for the partial cover from the massive Seraphic. “It is alright; you are here now, and that is what matters most.” In truth, she had seen little reason to wake Jack, the sleep had been well deserved with how hard her rider had been searching. Nevertheless, she was happy to have her here. “Polar opposites, huh?” Jack mused. “Hopefully they get along better after the hatching than they do now. She watched the two eggs, in stark contrast to one another. “I take it Synergos hasn’t arrived yet?” “No, but he will, in due time.” Chrono bobbed her head slightly. |
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