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Post by Winter on Oct 3, 2005 15:20:49 GMT 8
Once again the great fiery orb descends over the looming mountains and slowly begins to dip into the horizon, leaving streaks of crimson across the darkening sky. The surrounding greenery had just begun to turn into a deep shade of grey; the once lively foliage turning into somber shadows. A heave of breath was heard, soft and disembodied. A mist begins to gather, moving along the forest path with the lazy evening breeze. Soon it began to swirl though continuously moving along the beaten path; taking shape of a curvaceous form. The creature heaved another breath, a silent murmur of ancient words were uttered.
A light shudder coursed through her slender form as azure orbs rolled in their sockets to gaze warily on her surroundings. Regal attire had transformed to that of a common wanderer; a long over coat, hiding pale leather vest and riding breeches; silken hair tied in a single pony-tail; the ancient rune embossed upon her cloak obscured. This is the realm of Kemen; the sole land mass of the Obscured Realm. This was her attempt to approach the Lord and Master of the land; to offer alliance against the brewing war. Slowly, nimble feet would venture forth, carrying lithe form deeper into the darkening forest.
Her nimble steps receded upon feeling the rumble under her feet; slender form standing still within the rather small clearing. She had expected a welcoming party at least; an Earthern warriors or mages to ‘usher’ her arrival. But it would seem that the Yalar himself was at hand. She allows for azure orbs to roll downwards, watching with profound interest as the earth began to shifts, stones and dirt crumbling, taking shape of a huge humanoid. This was the first time that she had ventured into the World of Kemen. Indeed, it was different. Everything around her seemed to be ‘alive’ and mortal. So different from the region of Pinquelek; her icy domain.
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Post by Yalar En Kemen - Syrus Durgar on Oct 5, 2005 14:05:02 GMT 8
The Yalar En Kemen stood there before her in the clearing she'd entered, stoic and silent as his eyes watched her amid a scrutinous glance of skepticism and curiousity. Alu, embodiment of winter and death had dared to set her lithe, fragile foot upon his realm of spring and life. He considered himself the most powerful of the Kemen, as did all of the others. His realm encompassed a large expanse of the world, the very land itself was his domain, along with the life that tread and thrived upon it.
His eyes burned as he watched Alu; he had held no love for the Summoner and he never made an effort to hide it. For years he had fought against his rivals, centuries upon one another he had defended his realm and the gates of Avenguard from their malice and wrath.
A gesture of his palm forced the little world around the clearing to mold and reshape itself. Stones erupted from the lush forest terrain and formed what would serve to be a makeshift meeting stage. Of the earth, a pair of thrones rose, one behind the feet of the Yalar En Kemen, the other just beside the ginger-footed embodiment of winter. Another gesture, "sit, Alu. Save me the formalities, your cryptic phrases and inflated pride. What is it you want, and why have you personally entered my realm for it?"
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Post by Winter on Oct 12, 2005 12:40:58 GMT 8
The embodiment of winter; a petite figure shrouded in a robe of pale sapphire hue raised a hand to pull at the cowl covering her silver tresses, revealing flawless features within. Azure orbs peers at her luscious surrounding feigning ignorance of Kemen’s approach.
By all appearance, she was too frail, too small to be walking upon this unknown world unescorted. Unarmed it would seemed for all of her weaponry, if any, was surely obscured from prying eyes. Her features were finely sculptured, the light of her skin shone, giving her an almost animated appearance; a marble sculpture came to life. She looked innocent, except for the constant shifting of silver frost in the depth of azure orbs if one would dare to look deep into her eyes.
A deep breath ensued as she felt the earth moved under her, blue orbs rolling up to capture the visage of the element’s summoner as she finally acknowledged his presence; cold wisps of vapor escapes from pale crimson tiers. “I have come in peace”. She offered softly before tearing her gaze from his strong angular face to drop onto the frost covered grass surrounding her petite feet. “My apologies..” She continues, glancing up to offer a small smile; an unfathomable flicker erupting within the depth of blue orbs. “Your hostility is without need, Master of Earth.” A slender hand rose to touch the thick foliage surrounding the marble-like throne upon which her petite form resides, leaving frost on each leaf touched by pale digits. “I have not yet seen this part of our wondrous world. Therefore, I’ve decided to experience it for myself. I hope I am not intruding..”
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Post by Yalar En Kemen - Syrus Durgar on Oct 15, 2005 13:32:06 GMT 8
Syrus took his place upon the throne, settling his arms upon the holds as his back rested against a sturdy frame. His eyes watched Alu for moments, silence had taken dominance of the cluster of seconds that grouped themselves between her statement and his reply, "you? Intruding? Now why would I think that?"
The Yalar En Kemen tapped his fingers against the marble stone as silence reared its ugly visage once again. There was a burning upon the back of his mind, a problemetic issue that he'd sensed over a decade ago. Things were changing, and they weren't changing for the better. Aside from the powers of Fire, Wind, Water and Earth... there was a 5th element raising, a shadowy power of hatred and destruction. It grew with the rise and fall of every sun and moon, built itself more and more with an increasing potency while he and the other Yalar remained actionless against it.
Sturdy hands pushed himself from the throne and to his feet again to allow legs to bring him closer to the feminine embodiment of Winter. Syrus extended an open faced palm towards her in what almost appeared to have been the pre-empting of an attack. Rather, the very world around them shimmered and bent, faded into a hazy uncertainty and became replaced with a new surrounding and a feeling of ebb and flow. The forest was gone from around them; more precicely, they were gone from it. In place of the trees and underbrush were massive stone-wrought pillars in what appeared to belong to a cavernous citadel. Minor elementals of earth passed at distance from the two Yalar, bound elementals of flame served at the underground citidel's illumination. Syrus turned away from Alu with a simple command escaping his lips, "follow."
His steps resounded off impossibly polished stone walls. The masonrywork defied the very laws of probability and inscribed upon every piller was an intricate history of nearly every mortal race that existed upon the very face of Phara'Sythalis. All of the great races: Man, Dwarf, Elf and Fey alike were crafted by his own hand... an undertaking of Ages and epic porportion. Each Yalar had claim to their magical creations, their elementals... Kemen held the mighty Xorn within his control, along with a legion of Gargoyle sentries and enyieldingly loyal Golems of stone and clay. With every step Syrus took in lead down the giant Lyceum they came closer to the pair of heavy bronze doors that served to periodically seal the passageway beyond.
Having caught sight long after the sensing of their master, the guardians of the doorway stepped back and bowed to show their allegiance. The pair of Ancient Dragons, one Blue and the other Copper, gave way without question even if they did eye Alu with a curious and scrutinous gaze as they passed. The Yalar En Kemen paused again, the dragons taking their posts to block the doorway once more. "I welcome you to Avenguard, Alu... I believe there is business to discuss."
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Post by Winter on Oct 17, 2005 10:14:35 GMT 8
“Follow”
It was a simple command yet it felt as if a dagger was plunged into her cold chest. A smirk would form upon pale lips as chin rises in silent defiance. Slender shoulders squared as if bracing oneself against any attack that might ensue. Narvinye is used to issuing commands; never in the position to receive one. Thin wisp of vapor escapes perfectly formed nostrils as body began to move.
Steps would follow the invisible footprints of towering Yalar en Kemen; her gait a deliberate flow, like shifting ice of an avalanche. Cerulean orbs rolled to regard the citadel; noting the intricate designs upon the great pillars and the ebbing of captured mana. A shadow of a smile came to reside upon blue tinged lips; Avenguard was indeed majestic, nearly as majestic as Helkanost; the Icy Fortress of Pinquelek.
As she stepped into the Hall, eyes would shift to the two guardian dragons, meeting their eyes without wary while silver frost glistened within pools of azure; the shadow of a smile flashing across pale lips. “My.. You have quite an abode, Yalar en Kemen. Tell me.. how did you come to acquire servants of Naur?” Thin brow would quirk in mock surprise as the smile continues to play upon her lips.
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Post by Winter on Oct 17, 2005 14:30:25 GMT 8
The Yalar En Kemen paused for a moment as she delivered her question, of all the things she could have asked... about him, Avenguard, the growing Shadow... she wanted to know how and why he held a few minor servants of Naur as proverbial torchlights for his halls. Syrus sighed amid a slight grumble as he turned enough to shoot a glance her direction, "these lot are but among some of the most minor essences of flame. Newly created, and easily defeated. I use them because it amuses me... and I rather enjoy the lighting and warmth they offer these halls." Heavy footfalls led him further into the chambers, "unless you were referring to the dragon-kin guards, Narvinye. Dragons come in an array of variety, the two outside are aligned to Earth, not Flame. Surely you have a White or a Silver under your command, no?" He stopped again, turning to look at her with a curious eye. He'd been a Yalar for quite some centuries longer than the young Winter, perhaps she still had many things to learn of her own power, her own ability... her own very rule.
A soft chuckle erupted from cold lips though it was barely laughter. The soft material of her robe sways gently as she turns away from the Earth summoner in her bid to escape his glare. "I was merely feeding my curiosity, Master of Earth. In Pinquelek, we do not need fire elementals for lighting. During the day, crystalline water captures the essence of the sun and therefore serves as lighting come eve" Her words were delivered in a quiet melody; a gentle rhythm to mortal ears like a siren's call to doomed sailors. A pale finger rose to tap on full tiers. "Now why do I sense much hostility in you, Kemen. Are you displease with me in any way?" A slow turn would bring her gaze back to the towering form of Yalar en Kemen. "As for dragons, you are completely right. We have White and Silver under our rule though they are more a pet than anything". The soft chuckle would return as she continues to gaze up at Syrus; cerulean orbs glistening.
Syrus shook his head to signify a no, "my displeasure rests more upon your predecessor, Narvinye. How much do you know about the last assault upon Avenguard's gates?" There was a history to share, secrets to be told and false veils to be parted. "Do you know why it is so dangerous for we Yalar to set footfall upon the very domains of one another? Or do you even know the very risk you have placed yourself in simply by being here?" Kemen folded his arms across his chest before drawing in a deepened breath and approaching the feminine form before him. "My grudge is with Naur and Sul, the score with the Alu before you is long 'settled' now. My apologies if I seem as if I am carrying forth to you an animosity not yet earned," he told her amid a brief but noticable bow. Kemen turned away to continue his walk down the chambers, "if it is any consolation, Narvinye, I would much rather deal with you than those other fools... even if the first thought as to why may be nothing more than that you are quite well more appealing to the senses." Crude and direct, there wasn't a point to being cryptic about it. "They say you are young and impressionable, Winter. Too inexperienced to know how to run your kingdom of the North," were his words as he finally came to reach what appeared to be a meeting table. Syrus took position at one end and gestured to the other with a waved hand. "What is it you have to say?"
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Post by Winter on Oct 17, 2005 14:32:59 GMT 8
Slipping petite form onto the waiting chair, eyes never left the stern visage of the ancient Yalar though the smile receded upon hearing his crude words. Her lips parted to answer, but instead there were none to offer. He was right about the age long grudge between the Summoners. Once, long ago, before the coming of the Great Slate, the elementals lived in harmony. Even with the notorious Naur. A heave of breath ensued as she shifted in her seat feeling a warm breeze along her cold cheek; a caress from the renegade element. Surprisingly it suppresses her cold rage at being regarded as a child.
Palms fell gracefully from their perch on the table edge to lay upon her lap though eyes continued to follow Syrus’ every movement. Given her fragile appearance, it was hard to imagine that she was the true Summoner of Water. "Are you this abrupt with others, Kemen?" She started with a voice so soft it was almost in fear though a quick glimmer within blue orbs betrayed her mood.
"Since you are so quick to assume that I was here on business alone then I shall not delay.” Her tune has taken a notch higher as chin rose slightly. “I am offering an alliance. Something that was unknown and unthinkable to my predecessor. But the Shadow calls for Pinquelek to rethink of our priorities. I will allow for you to summon my minions, if you would allow me some of your elements". She continues, pulling petite frame to lean against the edge of the wooden table, digits grasping their former perch. "We could assist each other against the Dark armies.." A deliberate pause ensued, depth of azure orbs glistening, before she continued. "And the other elements if needs be"
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Post by Yalar En Kemen - Syrus Durgar on Oct 18, 2005 1:20:53 GMT 8
Palms fell gracefully from their perch on the table edge to lay upon her lap though eyes continued to follow Syrus’ every movement. Given her fragile appearance, it was hard to imagine that she was the true Summoner of Water. "Are you this abrupt with others, Kemen?"
"For your knowledge, young Alu... the last time a Yalar set foot within these gates of Avenguard, they didn't make it back out," he informed her, "that is the risk we face in treading upon the grounds of one another. A risk you took without second thought."
Another series of moments passed with silence before Narvinye spoke to break it, "since you are so quick to assume that I was here on business alone then I shall not delay.” Her tune has taken a notch higher as chin rose slightly. “I am offering an alliance. Something that was unknown and unthinkable to my predecessor. But the Shadow calls for Pinquelek to rethink of our priorities. I will allow for you to summon my minions, if you would allow me some of your elements". She continues, pulling petite frame to lean against the edge of the wooden table, digits grasping their former perch. "We could assist each other against the Dark armies.." A deliberate pause ensued, depth of azure orbs glistening, before she continued. "And the other elements if needs be."
Syrus watched her in contemplation, a pair of eyes that bore directly upon her almost as if they were attempting to pierce through and beyond. With hands returning to rest upon the flat of the table, he spoke again, "young Alu, I would do so if even just to lend to the frustration of Naur and Sul. We'll speak more about this Shadow later and what will need be done to stop it. For now, just us bolster our own interests."
Swirls of mana began to congeal upon a single locale directly before the Yalar En Kemen and as they continued to collect, a sphere of concentrated Earth Essence formed into what appeared to be a palm sized Emerald. His eyes returned to Narvinye, "two Greater Earth Elementals and a collection of lessers each bound to the stone. Will them to be with a thought while the stone is within your hand, think them back and they will return." He held the gem with a steady hand as he let the thoughts sink in.
"Now... let us talk about a trade..."
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Post by Winter on Oct 21, 2005 12:17:59 GMT 8
Cerulean orbs trained on the green stone upon Kemen’s palm; a smile tugging at the corners of pale lips. “Fascinating how similar our realms really are”. She offered quietly, a hand rising from the table’s edge to reach for his own as if to grab the Emerald from his grasp but instead the pale appendage hovers for a few moments before palm was upturned.
“Yala onna en Alu”. An ancient spell uttered, inaudible but in her mind. Mist began to form upon her open hand, swirling slowly to finally form a frozen ‘Tear’; a replica of the revered Northern Star.
Raising her eyes to recapture jade orbs, her arm remained aloft, holding the stone suspended upon opened palm. “I present to you Alkarinque, our favourite Star. Like the Emerald, one needs only the power of the mind to summon or dismiss the lesser guardians of Pinquelek, perhaps..” She pauses for a moment as if collecting her thought before exhaling softly. “..even the Unicorn, Nimras” Her eyes held his gaze as palm continues to hover. “I assume you are aware of the powers it possesses”.
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Post by Yalar En Kemen - Syrus Durgar on Oct 27, 2005 0:22:17 GMT 8
Syrus nodded to her, understanding full well what was being offered on either side. He knew that Sul and Naur may well consider this imprompteu 'alliance' as an act of war and aggression, but the very thought of that brought a smile to his lips.
"One of my Champions, a Shifter [lycanthrope] that goes by the human name 'Kerrian Tora' can be summoned from this stone. He is an embodiment of man and beast, the reasoning of a mortal gifted with the power to deliver Nature's wrath. His aspect is that of the wolf, and he will serve you faithfully until I call him back," the Yalar En Kemen explained while a hand slid the smooth surfaced emerald across the table to come to rest at Alu's reach.
Syrus rose his hand to rest beneath his chin, "tell me though, Narvinye, what plans do you have in confronting this Shadow?" She hadn't brought it up yet, but he took liberty in assuming she had come here in regards to it. He had sensed the presence growing over the years now and figured the other Yalar all knew it as well. Narvinye wouldn't have come here to Avenguard to have wished to deal on an issue concerning Sul or Naur... it had to be somethng bigger, and there wasn't a single thing that burned upon the back of Kemen's mind more than this one subject.
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