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| Elements Reborn IC; Elemental war; a roleplay of strategy, power, and manipulation (figurative/literal) | |
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| Wicked | July 7, 2011, 9:15 pm Post #51 |
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҉ Water ҉ Brooke did not resurface completely after the shock that overcame her body due to the attack. However, she was no longer paralyzed once placed within the Water clan’s tent. She writhed atop the cot her fellow clan members had placed her on, with Toppa attempting to mend the wound, which was quickly becoming infected and bleeding out. The Water Master’s body began to sweat profusely as it attempted to fight the infection and she shivered on occasion, letting out small cries every once and a while when Toppa touched the area with a cloth. It was a horrendous sound that could be heard from outside the tent and frightened the others who seemed to huddle outside to catch word of the Master’s status. Was she dead? Would she survive? Whispers fluttered outside the tent as inside, a select few observed the sight of their leader fighting a promised kiss of death. After an hour of the nightmare, as many would call it including Toppa, the leader’s body seized its traumatic movements, her breathing slowly coming down from its rapid pace to a slower rhythm. Still, her forehead was bathed in a cold sweat and her mouth lay slack. Toppa fell back on the small chair provided and placed a shaking hand on her face, trying to soothe her shattered nerves. She knew that the young Water elementalist would not recover from this. The wound was infected beyond repair and that infection spelt out Brooke’s death as severely as a written out guarantee by the Grim Reaper himself. All they could do was wait, and hope that her leave was somewhat peaceful, compared to the insufferable torture of the earlier hour. When the time came, she did not open her eyes or bid those who were there goodbye. She did not sigh happily from release, or sadly from being taken. There wasn’t a cry, a weep, or a shiver to announce Brooke’s passing. She inhaled, exhaled. And that was it. Toppa’s hand fell from her face and she peered over at Brooke’s vacant features, knowing well that the Water clan was without a leader. “May you become one with the elements and may you meet Water upon the river of the ever after.” She spoke quietly, wiping away the remnants of perspiration that lay on Brooke’s cold skin and brushing the hair out of her face. Outside, the tension was tangible, people straining to hear what was going on inside without paying much mind to what was going on above them. With the elementalist’s death came a sudden roar from the clouds of thunder and the skies darkened severely with the overhang. There wasn’t a drop of rain, yet, but the skies threatened to release a downpour at any moment. The air outside felt alive with static and harsh energy while the fires made about the valley seemed to spark with ferocity. The grass seemed sharper and the trees menacing as the wind stirred the leaves restlessly. Some more spiritually inclined would have suspected that the elements were furious with the sudden death of an elementally blessed, especially on the sacred day and in such a sensitive space. The mountains towered above the dead festivities and the valley appeared to be more like a cage than a welcoming place between clans for the Anniversary. Something was occurring; something was stirring. |
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| Everlasting Nirvana | July 9, 2011, 12:55 am Post #52 |
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They had arrived at the Twin Peaks with out interruption or delay and had been among tthe first to arrive. A few days passed as the last of the clans arrived and finally the preparations had been completed. In a few days time a conference would be held where the clans could talk and find a way to reconcile their differences. All seemed to be going well however there had not been much mingling between clans. They all seemed to be holed up in their own camp grounds. She had already visited each of the camps her old faded robe no longer marking her as an air clan member. She had easily gathered information unhindered and was already formulating a plan for how she could bind the clans together. Gossip was such an evil thing. Her time gathering information had been filled with gossip and false information and so when she initially heard of the assassination she chalked it up to gossip. Only when she viewed the emotionally wrecked water clans camp did she believe it. She heard that the air clan was who was to blame. Logically speaking she could see their deduction but if it had been an air assassin why would he not have used the air to launch the weapon. There was definitely something suspicious about the assassination. These developments would definitely be a hinder to her in her effort to unite the clans. As she made her way back to her camp she witnessed a procession of three fire clan members enter their camp. Following behind them she over heard what they said. "You would be correct in assuming that he is not the air master. For one to hold so much authority in her voice I would assume you are the Fire Master. Before I take you to the Air Master, may I inquire what your business is here with us?" It was logical that they were here in response to the assassination but was it a hostile or friendly visit? |
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| psy | July 10, 2011, 10:19 am Post #53 |
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Cyril Toppa and Cyril had worked tirelessly on their dying master for what seemed to Cyril like an entire day. In what was really a short time Cyril had never felt so panicked, so useless. Blood was draining from Brooke faster than expected but that was not what was killing her. The infection was spreading throughout her flesh and stopped the wound from closing no matter how hard he and Toppa tried. It was attacking her body like a parasite and was depositing toxins into her blood that had her writhing in horrible pain. It really was a nightmare for all in the tent. A few of the elder males and elder women stood nearby, praying that their master would be delivered from this pain. They all desperately wanted to help, wanted to take her place, Cyril could see that sacrificial look in their eyes as he glanced up from his desperate race against an infection that would simply not give in. Eventually Brooke was delivered from her pain, but by death's will. Toppa, who had sat down once realizing Brooke's life was forfeit, and the elders in the tent were silent. Cyril never sat down. He stood there in depressed silence as Brooke passed away before their eyes without a whimper, nor a cry. His fingers dug into the cloth atop the cot in anger, a few threads tearing beneath them. Cyril could feel a few tears welling up in his eyes none fell. Showing such grief was uncharacteristic of him, though he was sure the elders could understand the pain he felt for losing a friend regardless of that. Toppa seemed to understand this better than anyone else in the tent and sympathetically spoke the prayer for Brooke's safe delivery into the afterlife. With great difficulty Cyril choked back his grief and finally spoke moments after Toppa's prayer, “You will have to decide amongst yourselves how best to bury her. If feasible, she would have wanted to be buried near her mother. If we send back small groups the clan could be back in a week or less.” Finally Cyril lifted his head and turned to regard the gathered elders. “Do what you will, it's not my choice. But with the building anger among our people it would be best if the clan return immediately. If none are opposed I will remain here as a representative of the advisory council.” Cyril glance around the tent, looking as he always did, but the sympathetic elders would not miss the grief he was feeling. Many nodded, and a few looked like they wanted to disagree but noting the somber mood could not bring themselves to do so. They all wanted to return, Cyril could see that, and none of them wanted to be among those that remained to speak politics. He nodded in thanks to their agreement and started out the cloth flap of the tent. Before he could step outside Elder Rivell grabbed hold of his arm with that same iron grip Cyril had come to recognize. Yet at the same time the old man's hand was shaking. “Bring us the answers we need and don't you dare start a war without my consent, boy.” the elder said without a sliver of jest behind his voice. It had been a long while since any of the elders had called him boy, but it was at those times he knew they were entrusting him with something important. Cyril pulled his arm from the elder's grip after heeding his words and stepped out of the tent. Outside he was met with the stares of all those who had been awaiting the news of Brooke's death or miraculous survival. He did not have to speak a word though. As the tent flap closed behind him a few members of the clan positioned just right caught a glimpse of Brooke's lifeless body and the sullen elders surrounding her. Some stood still, struck with horror, while others fell to their knees and cried. Those from other clans who had managed to push into the crowd did the same or rushed to their respective clans to spread the news. Soon that grief would surely turn again to anger and that's when the trouble would start. Cyril hoped beyond hope that for now the clan would listen to reason and return to the village. For now he did not have time to deal with the clan though, he had to seek answers not only for the clan but for himself too. Without a word between him and the crowd he pushed his way beyond the water clan area and immediately set off in the direction of the air clan. It did not take him long to arrive at their camp, and there he was met with looks of suspicion and curiosity. "You would be correct in assuming that he is not the air master. For one to hold so much authority in her voice I would assume you are the Fire Master. Before I take you to the Air Master, may I inquire what your business is here with us?" came a voice just ahead of him, near to which the supposed Fire Master stood with an escort numbering two. “You can bring me to your Master as well. My Master and close friend has passed and my clan seeks answers.” he demanded. Until then he had not noticed the shift in weather, opting to instead focus on the matters at hand. But now that he was within the Air Clan camp his attentiveness had become much more broad. He glanced up at the sky briefly and immediately noticed the downpour that was being threatened. The clouds were swelling with water which could be released at any moment. “It looks as if the elements want answers as well.” |
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| Juicesir | July 10, 2011, 6:27 pm Post #54 |
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Ash was vaguely annoyed at the woman who now blocked her way. Yes, he was being helpful and yes it was natural to be inquisitive of someone who just marched into your camp demanding to see the clan master. But she was annoyed that someone had done so. And now there was a Water Clan inquiring of the Air Master as well. It was difficult for Ash to be patient sometimes, especially with unexpected little bumps like this. It wasn't a big deal, but to Ash it was the worst. She still had to work on that. Closing her eyes and clearing her head, she looked at the woman now before her and spoke. "I am the Fire Master and I wish to speak with your master about the assassination and the allegations against the Air Clan." Ash had been tempted to shut him down, but now was not the time for confrontation. At least, not yet. "More than that you may not know, but you may feel free to stay with us as we discuss and speak. I am not sure of your master's will, but it is urgent I speak with him now. So, if you wouldn't mind taking me to him, I would appreciate it." Ash settled upon looking at him, her eyes smoldering and waiting to be shown to the Air Master. Edited by Juicesir, July 10, 2011, 7:19 pm.
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| Akina Anmutig | July 11, 2011, 12:57 am Post #55 |
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¤ Awari Sarija ¤ A sick feeling arose in Awari's stomach as she stood outside the Water Clan tent. She felt as though she might either throw up or burst into tears at any moment. As ill as she felt, she stood silent. She had already all but completely exhausted herself from crying earlier, and even now she didn't have the will to interact with the others. Contrary to how she was feeling, the air around her was abuzz with gossip. Things like how many assassins there were, why the Air Clan was attacking, even whether or not Brooke would survive were being whispered about. Some of the Clansmen had asked Awari about some of these things, since she had been close enough to see something, but she never answered any of their questions. She was too tired, and more than that, too grief-stricken to say anything. Her sapphire eyes stared at the entrance to the tent, waiting for someone to come out and give them the news of their Master's state of health. Finally, Cyril exited the tent. As he did and the tent's flaps fluttered closed, Awari happened to be standing at the right angle to catch notice of the Water Master's lifeless body. As she did, surprising even herself, she didn't cry as she did earlier. Her gaze dropped to the ground as her heart did, and the sick feeling she had worsened. Cyril, without a word, pushed his way through the mob of Water Clansmen and headed for elsewhere. Awari, in her undying curiosity, thought of following him. It would be much better than standing here. Then again, she had already had far too much grief in her life. The last thing she wanted was to end up overhearing talk of war. And as her poor luck would have it, after Cyril left the topic of the clan's gossip turned to just that. "Cyril's going to get himself into a fight with Air Master, no doubt," said one voice. "And he should," replied another. "It's about time the Air Clan gets what it deserves." Awari had heard enough. She tore herself away from the mob and stormed over to a nearby area toward the center of the valley, taking a seat on the ground. Perhaps someone would find her here, perhaps not. As long as she didn't hear anything about a war, it didn't matter. |
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| Everlasting Nirvana | July 11, 2011, 1:13 am Post #56 |
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Annoyance irritation rashness and anger. All four of those easily clouded ones judgement and made it hard for one to make any rational decisions. "Tea would be best for this" she thought aloud before turning and grabbing hold of one of her clansmans sleve. "Prepare a pot of tea and have it brought to our master. Bring cups for our guests and myself. Now if you will follow me." Turning to leave without a glance at the small grouping she began to make her way to where Zane had last been spotted. Only the footsteps of their guests gave her any indication that they were still behind her. Casting her eyes towards the sky she began to think aloud as she so often did. "The elements seem to be stiring the air seems more volatile are harder to control then usual. Perhaps they have become angry at us for our transgressions against them?" Placing a finger on her chin she began to ponder her last statement. If the elements were truely angry at them would they wish to take back the gift that had given? Zane was sitting by himself near the festivities. Everyone seemed to be giving him a wide bearth with the occasional side long glances at him. There would be suspicion for the time being. If it came to light that the assassin had actually been of the air clan then blood would darken these mountains before it was over. "Zane it appears we have guests that wish to speak with you. May I present you the Master of the Fire clan and a representative from the water clan." Edited by Everlasting Nirvana, July 11, 2011, 1:45 am.
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| Blue | July 11, 2011, 2:21 am Post #57 |
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The chaos continued on at a slower rate, but still had everything in shambles nonetheless. Dante pressed a hand to her face and inhaled deeply within the darkness of her unneccesary hiding place. The moment things had gone wrong, Raja had disappeared and before she could've given chase, her bodyguards had picked her up and moved her somewhere out of the way and placed her inside a box of Earth. Now they all stood around the cube in a defensive formation, still as statues with blank expressions to match. They cared not for the Water Clan or the very likely loss of its beloved Master - it wasn't their grief to bear. While the Earth Master was truly sorry for such a heavy loss to have befallen the Clan, outside of a single conversation, she'd never known Brooke personally. The guards' priority from the beginning was the safety of their own Master. Dante however, had a different point of view. She knew that she could handle herself in such times of utter discord, and now that an Elemental Master was either dying or dead, she felt that any kind of order was as good as gone too. And this, was not the way she worked - least of all inside a prison made of her own element. As she sat quietly in her cell, she could feel the ground vibrating, alive with the many frantic footsteps and mixed sounds of fear, anger and grief. Granted, the noise was now calming down ever so slightly, but things were still very much in disarray. As it had been throughout her life, the Earth Master felt trapped, restricted and unable to work at full potential. She was not some precious, fragile glass thing that needed to be handled with care. Her bodyguards were rather quickly becoming her enemy in that sense. They protected her like she was some Fire Clan Princess. The girl actually rolled her eyes at the thought. This shell was suffocating her - she needed to get out, and get some answers. Now that Brooke was dead, people were going to need reassurance, a restoration of order and an action plan so that things could be figured out quickly and decisively. "You can let me out now guys!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, only hoping that this cube wasn't soundproof. A few moments of silence followed through after her statement, until. "That's not a good idea Dante. You stay where you are until we've decided the situation has stabilized." Her head bodyguard - Drogo's - voice pierced through the earth clear as day, and as soon as the words entered her ears, the Earth Master was livid. "Like Hell it's not a good idea. Get me out of here, now! Or get me some answers at the very least!" More silence followed, before the guards started conversing about who should go to find answers. After a moment, Dante felt the earth vibrate again. "We've sent a scout to the Water Clan's camp. He'll return shortly. Just wait there." came the familiar voice once more. "Like I have a choice." muttered the girl. _______________________________________________________ About ten minutes later, the voices around the earth cube acted up again, followed by a gasp or two. Immediately Dante was banging on her cell. "What?! What is it?" The cursed silence ensued for a moment more, before finally, Drogo spoke again. "We've received confirmation that the Water Clan Leader, Brooke, has been assassinated by an unknown number of assailants." The girl's heart dropped, and for the first time that day, a few moments of silence were deemed neccesary. "Unknown assailants..?" she continued. "We're unsure of how many there were, but we've been informed that it's a possibility that the Air Clan are behind the attack." Instantly, Dante's mind went to work. Some of the rumours had indeed been true, and someone was indeed trying to start a war. Someone was trying to mess with the peace that the Four Masters seemingly worked so very hard to maintain. And that someone, was in for a world of pain. To disrupt a celebration of peace with death and chaos was the worst move someone could make. Dante was already aware that the Water Clan would be demanding answers from the Air Clan, and quite possibly crying out for bloody vengeance. The Fire Clan would certainly be intrigued as well, no doubt about it. Wherever war and bloodshed were found, it could be assumed that Clan would follow. And what would the representatives of the Earth Clan do? Irritation welled up in Dante's features at the thought of doing nothing to right this wrong that had been done to them all. "You need to let me out right now Drogo! I need to talk to the other Masters. Do not expect me to sit idly by, hide away and watch everything we strived so hard for burn to the ground! Because you know for a fact that I would rather kill you all myself than do so." More blasted silence! Until finally... "...Very well Dante. But I shall accompany you to, wherever it is that you intend to go." The walls of Earth began to shift, and as soon as they did so a thunderclap bellowed throughout the Twin Peaks and the sun was now completely blocked out by black storm clouds. "The rain shall come down rather heavily soon, we should get moving." frowned the Earth Master, gesturing in the direction of the Air Clan's encampment. As she and Drogo made their way towards the camp, people could still be seen rushing around in panic, whilst others had fallen to the ground with grief, and others still were crying out for blood. Drogo stayed incredibly close to Dante's side, until she elbowed him in the gut and instructed him to take a step or two back. Soon enough, they reached their destination. The Clan was quiet, and dirty glances were thrown in the direction of the Earth Master. Regardless of this, the girl continued on. "You know who I am, and the reason I'm here. Where is your Master." Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of Red and Blue clothing - the Fire and Water Clans had already arrived.. and were talking with yet another person Dante did not recognise. After a moment, she began to direct them off and out of the Air Clan, but not through the entrance. Dante thought it wise to follow closely behind them, and walked with purpose towards the small group. They walked for a couple of minutes, before eventually coming upon the Air Master himself. The stranger walked forward and began to speak. "Zane it appears we have guests that wish to speak with you. May I present you the Master of the Fire clan and a representative from the water clan." It was then that Drogo also stepped forward. "In addition, the Earth Master is also present and desires an audience with you all." Dante frowned at her bodyguard's forwardness. There were rules when this kind of meeting was neccesary, and he'd gone out of his way to break one of the most important ones. Nevertheless, Dante moved forward and took her place next to the Water Clan Representative. She waited for the others to make a move or a statement before she dared to, unsure of what their intentions were now that they were all present. Things were about to get interesting. Edited by Blue, July 11, 2011, 3:27 am.
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| Chaos Storm | July 11, 2011, 4:02 am Post #58 |
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A air clan member was approached and told to take the person to their leader if they were not them their self. Soon however another air clan member came and said they would take the person but wanted to know why the person wanted to meet their leader. Soon however another person joined them, and the next thing the air clan member knew they were told to go get some tea. The two people then headed to follow the woman air clan member, and they arrived at where Zane was at. They also had picked up a hitchhiker along the way. The area with the most air clan members were hanging out at and chatting was where Zane was at. He was at the festival, but was at the edge of the festival area, sating on a blanket of white fur, and drinking by his self. Soon he saw a group approach him with Circey leading the way. Many things ran threw his mind as he listen to the woman say who was before him currently. The most important thing he was concern with at that moment was how he thought the others saw him. They had just approached the so call Air Master, and they find a guy drinking calmly despite how the weather was acting the way it was, along with how there was a couple people seen pointing at him, most likely saying some of the rumors like he gave the order to kill the water clan master. He defiantly did not look like the most respectable air clan member, since his hood was down his messy spiky white hair was revealed and his golden eyes, but most importantly his black robe that covered his entire body made him seem even more suspicious. However between his staff that he had laying next to him, and the air clan symbol on his robe made it clear he was the air clan master along with him being the one Circey brought them to. Though for a master one could tell he seem tall, yet small. For a master that made him look quite weak. At any rate his first words were "The guards should leave" as he looked at the Fire Master, then the Earth Master. Then he went ahead and took a look at the water member that was here in the place of the formal leader of the water clan and said "Oh, I like your hair" with him ending that in a laugh, and then realizing he never gave his name. So he said "Also my name is Zane so that you all can call me that instead of the Air Clan Leader" By this point he expected someone even if one of the guards to a least argue with his statement and he added before any of them really had a chance to gather their thoughts and say something "The fact you bring guards shows that to the other members of my clan that you suspect we did kill the water clan leader and bring them for your safety. Since we did not, that becomes disrespectful to me. I should also point out that if I did give the order to kill Brooke, bringing one or two guards to a area full of air clan members would not really make a difference for your safety. If they are just escorts, then they can wait for you near by since you could be attack along your way here or back. " as he went on saying "The fact they attacked you before you reach the festival with others shows they are smart enough to not attack while there so many people around us right now. Also since they are near by people, but there is a good 15 feet to the nearest one, we should see a attack coming. The guards leave either way as you have came to me, and though we masters have to respect each other you all came to me and are my guest while your visiting me thus I have the right to ask those I wish to leave. Since it is mainly air clan members here besides the few that are still saying I gave the order and are here to watch me. In other words this is the air clan's area, and not the main festival area so this is our temporary home. Thus you are visiting" though he had his personal camp area set a ways from the festival, but most of the other air clan members that came separate from him were in the area they currently are at. Soon a air clan member brought them all tea for them to enjoy while sating down on the white fur with Zane. Then the air clan member left. Though after the little speech Zane gave there really was nothing more to talk since he said they did not kill Brooke. Though when he did say her name that does hint he knows the water clan leader personally. Since he did not know the other leader's name. While he listen to the others say what they had to say Zane was looking them over till he stopped looking at the Fire Clan leader, and when he got a chance to speak again he said "I wish to speak with you after the others leave" as he wanted to chat with the lady, and at some point he planned on talking with Circey and telling her thanks for bringing them all. For now he went on listening to what the others were saying and drinking his tea, while going on looking everyone over. |
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| Juicesir | July 11, 2011, 11:16 am Post #59 |
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Ash broke. "Your assumptions are baseless and your deductions unfounded." Ash looked directly at the leader of the Air Clan as she spoke, still standing. "I meant no disrespect by bringing my companions with me. In fact I brought them to show respect. I could have brought a whole battalion of our finest warriors garbed in armor and toting battle standards with me and rode upon the shoulders of finely garbed slaves, as the Fire Masters of old did. But I walk into your camp with a small escort and no pomp and circumstance, attempting some humility and only wishing to talk. And you have the gall to assume that I am disrespecting YOU." Ash stood her ground having not motioned to either of her friends to leave her side. "Your callous treatment of this situation will be your undoing, Master. Your clan is accused of assassination at a peaceful festival. You have done nothing to calm the rumors flying about. You have merely sat here and waited for us to come to you. And then," Ash's eyes were taking on a burnt look, her hands sweating and reddening, "you have the audacity to say that you could wipe us out without any regard or trouble to your troops." Ash was smoking slightly, a burning ember of a woman standing in the midst of the crowd. She did not care if this was too forward or uncalled for. The time for pleasantries and politeness was long gone. A leader was dead. Action was called for. "You are the one who is disrespectful here, and if you do not approach the severity of this issue with proper regard then I hope to the fires in the earth and sky that you are prepared to assume responsibility for the utter destruction of your entire people." Ash closed her eyes for a brief moment and inhaled. Her chest heaved a bit as the fumes coming off of her now died down. Mouth set in a firmly downcast look of seriousness, she took deep breathes to calm her down. The situation with the Air Clan had to be changed. The Master was approaching this wrong. Ash herself calmed down and came about with a different approach. "We are all on edge. Every clan, every people, are all set to fight. And that is not the point of this festival. Enough rumor and accusations have thrown about to cause a disturbance, and we must think and speak carefully before we make a mistake we will all regret." Ash finally seated herself and sipped some tea. "I came to discuss a resolution. No one with intelligence would actually think that an assassin so obviously dressed in Air Clan robes could possibly belong to that clan. We each know our own people. Which leads me to conclude," she took another sip, "that the assassin is either an outcast or part of another clan. It is the second I believe which is to be the reality of the situation, but we must work together in order to find the assassin and more importantly we must be willing to set aside whatever feeling and anger we have to join together and solve this. Despite the Air Master's lack of manners, I don't believe he is unjustified. There is no proof that his clan committed this atrocity. For all we know, it was a rogue agent. But we must be willing to work together to make that happen." Ash resumed sipping her tea. A calm once again came about her. She listened on as the others gave their input. |
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| psy | July 12, 2011, 12:07 pm Post #60 |
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Cyril the Scholar Tch! Childlike, petty arguments, accusations, and threats. As Cyril stood there in the presence of all three living Masters that was all that he could hear. The Air Master had this falsified aura of being right about him constantly. Every word the young man spoke sounded like a shot at their respective intelligences and not a word of it resembled anything that could be considered apologetic, sympathetic, not even apathetic. To put it bluntly, to Cyril this young man was a pompous ass that had to be right and with long-winded verses would prove it whether you wanted him to or not. The Air Master did not even have to apologize for making them come to him, or for not coming right out and saying that they did not cause this tragic death. No, Cyril understood that this is how the Air Clan worked and this is how things would play out. But to begin picking apart their visit the moment they arrived, to assume that of all people the man known as “The Scholar” would not realize the blatantly obvious. The Fire Master struck him as a hot-headed young girl that demanded everyone respect her regardless of their status, their clan or their personal opinion. She had spirit though and that was certainly a point in her favour. And though she was angry, abrasive and incredibly defensive at first she did eventually calm down. Likely when she realized that her angered words were not going to get them anywhere. She had enough sense to understand the situation, she just seemed to lack self-control. Cyril, feeling that it was not appropriate for him to sit before introducing himself, remained standing while the Air and Fire Masters sat down to drink tea. Once the Fire Master had ceased speaking he folded his arms as if he was in class teaching young elementalists. Despite being the only non-Master in the discussion he had that same air of importance about him that, from his perspective, rivalled that of any Master. Looking upon those gathered he showed them little more than an unimpressed, apathetic expression. The grief from losing Brooke was barely evident in such a formal situation. Taking in one short breath he opened his mouth to speak finally. “I am Cyril the Scholar, personal advisor to Brooke and the youngest member of the advisory council. Or as I am better known both within my clan and beyond, The Scholar. I will be acting in place of our deceased master by the will of the council and clan as a whole.” he stated with a formal clarity one would expect in such a situation. “Master Zane of the Air Clan. I'd ask that you not be so presumptuous of the other Masters. It is my clan that wants your blood, and as you can plainly see I came alone.” Cyril pointed out but at the same time showed confidence in his abilities. “I will, however, say that this meeting should for all intents and purposes be treated as a planned discussion which from my understanding would involve all of us being without a personal guard, and that this region be treated as neutral ground. Surely someone as focused on respect as yourself will agree to these terms, Master Zane.” Without stopping to see if they would dismiss their guards, Cyril continued in his little speech. “Now, before further accusations are put forward, I will state that the water clan is not interested in starting any wars. And it is the belief of the advisory council that the Air Clan would not be so.. brash as to commit this atrocity. Our belief is in line with that of Master Ash, the murderer was an outcast.” Cyril's eyes then lit up with a fire that betrayed the grief he and the clan were feeling. “But do not see our good-natured belief as pacifism. The man who murdered Brooke will be found and will be punished under our clan's laws and customs, even should he turn out to be a member of another clan. I ask that all the clans participate in this manhunt as a showing of goodwill and to protect yourselves from further assassinations.” “As a final note, because of the events that have transpired here today most of the water clan will be returning to the main village tomorrow in order to hold a burial ceremony for Brooke. Only I and a select few others will remain here at Twin Peaks, though it pains us to do so.” he concluded while looking increasingly somber. After concluding Cyril took in another breath that was just barely audible, almost a sigh. He took his seat at the Edited by psy, July 12, 2011, 8:55 pm.
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| Blue | July 12, 2011, 1:37 pm Post #61 |
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Dante waved Drogo away with a flick of her wrist, banishing him away from the meeting to go and stand in solitude where she very much needed him to be. He'd just about crossed her last nerve at the time Zane had ordered the bodyguard away. Whilst she could understand his motives for doing such a thing, Dante could feel a whole lot of arrogance emnating from the Air Master. Arrogance was something she didn't tolerate well in her Clan, but in such places as these, it was in everybody's best to tread lightly and watch their words. The Earth Master began listening to Zane intently, and proceeded to watch him stomp all over his audience and use rather pointed words in such a way that could've rather easily seen them all have him executed right then and there, regardless of whether his Clan was responsible or not. The amount of disrespect that flew from the Master's mouth was absolutely horrifying, and as he finished his speech Dante promised herself that she would wait for a few moments to see if anyone would lash out before she took charge herself. That was when the Fire Master flew off the handle and gave back just as good as they'd all gotten from Zane. The passion that flowed through Ash's words were enough to satisfy Dante's own feelings for the time being, right up until she started making promises to destroy the entirety of another Clan's people. However, it was all over before it had really even began, and more controlled words were summoned forth. Talk of actions, of teamwork and of a united front against an unknown threat. These were things that the Earth Master certainly agreed to - fighting amongst themselves would likely be considered a proverbial step backwards, and a sudden need for yet another senseless burial procession and funeral. Brooke's assassination was not about to be the cause of a war today, that was almost certain. As the tea was served around between the four of them, Dante raised a hand in polite declination as a cup was passed to her. She'd been almost certain that her condition regarding no sense of taste and a haboured distate for consumption of any form of sustinance was public knowledge. Or.. at the very least, no news to the other Clan Leaders. Holding back an urge to glare at Zane for concern that he genuinely hadn't known - or simply forgotten - Dante waited patiently as the Water Clan Representative introduced himself. Everyone was to have their turn, and since she'd been the last to arrive, it was only fair that she was last to speak. The Earth Master listened on, as did the rest of the group, as The Scholar made his Clan's intentions clear and asked for everyone's co-operation before sitting silently in his own place. Dante could feel the raw emotions radiating slowly from the man seated beside her. The expressions were subtle, but present nonetheless. Once again, she'd found herself in agreeance with a calm, rational plan of action. It appeared that the Water and Fire Clans were basically on the same page with her, which boded well for the three of them. However, the Earth Master was still... hesitant to believe that Zane wanted the same thing the rest of the group did - regardless of his clan's involvement in this plot, or lack thereof. Despite all of this though, it was not her turn to step forward, figuratively speaking. "I am Dante Terraria - Master of the Earth Clan. But both my title and surname are irrelevant for this conversation. I came here to speak as an equal, with each and every one of you." A look of sincerity was thrown in Cyril's direction - right now, he had the same rights as the rest of them did, and was to be respected as such. "And though you see our presence here as a personal attack or a barrage of accusations, Zane, let me speak the truth when I say nothing could be further from the truth. As you can plainly see, our friends here from the Clans of Fire and Water are in agreement when they cast their suspicions upon that of an outcast and not a member of your Clan, nor someone under your command." The words were calm, and were spoken with as much humility as possible to ensure that things were kept on a less tenuous level. "I too concur that the one responsible for this horrible event is very likely someone who decided that the best way for them to complete their job was by flying false colours, so to speak. In light of this, let it be known that the Water Clan has the full support of myself and my Clan in shedding more light on this tradgedy that has befallen them, as well as in their hunt for the culprit. I pray that whoever this assassin may be, that they suffer to the fullest the wrath of the Elements for disturbing and disrupting that which I hope we all consider paramount in this time of rebirth - Peace and Justice for all." With the final words escaping her lips, Dante followed suit and took her own seat next to Cyril. Her heart thumped at a slightly increased rate within her chest as she waited to see how her words would be taken. |
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| Everlasting Nirvana | July 12, 2011, 6:22 pm Post #62 |
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Her presence here had seemed to have been dismissed by each and everyone of them, even the servant had not handed her a glass of tea. It was obvious that they had all dismissed her as a messenger. She would make it absolutely clear that that was not the case. Zane had been rash and his words had been spoken long before her truly thought them out. Lifting the pot of tea and a glass up with weaves of air she poured herself a glass and floated it to her. "No one clan has authority over the Twin Peaks Zane. We are but guests here during this time of celebration. The Air clan once prided itself on thinking things through before action or words were spoken. Has that truly died out in the twenty years I have been away. Irrational words spoken in haste are dangerous when in such important company. It would be best to learn to still your tounge and think things through." Pausing for a sip of her tea which had had time to cool down she turned to the others. "My name is Circey Lancaster or Circey the Wise of the Air clan." Addressing her self to the Fire Master she continued "rashness and anger are often signs of a strong will. Now is not the time for any of those. Those are very harsh words you have said and now you too disrespect the sanctity of these grounds. You too are guilty of a loose tounge if the right people heard those words rumor might very well spread that the Fire Clan had set up the Air Clan to be rid of us. Guard your words carefully for you never know who may be listening." Nodding thoughtfully she continued speaking only this time she addressed the group as a whole. "If the assassin had been of the Air Clan and wanted that information known do you not think the assassin would have used our element? It is only logical to think that he adorned the robes of the Air Clan because he either plans to slip away while the clans eyes are all on us, or his next target is Zane here. Whatever the truth may be action needs to be taken." |
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| Juicesir | July 12, 2011, 6:58 pm Post #63 |
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Ash paused as the banter began to exercise an old meditation trick taught to all Fire Clan children. In school, you are taught that any time is a time to control your fire and passion, and tea is one mode in which that can be done. Ash closed her eyes and allowed the words of those around her to flow into her as she focused on using the heat of her loose words and feelings to heat the tea in her hands. Steaming more and more, she let loose more of her anger and feelings into the teacup, until its presence burned in her hands. She felt cold, cooled, and relaxed; all in roughly a minutes time. She opened her eyes, and sipped her tea again, evaluating the words of those around her. The man from the Water Clan, this scholar, was himself more raw and rash than Ash had demonstrated. He was full of his position and attempting to assert authority that now probably did not belong to him. He wished blood and spoke for peace. He was a hypocrite, but he was wise. He was intentionally overcompensating, but his words to her still had value and she appreciated these values before she let her anger rise again. The Earth Master Dante was expectantly calm, as all of the farming people were. Ash thought the approach was pleasant, much more concise than her own argument, but still not hitting at the true issue. She was merely repeating the point, emphasizing what was supposed to be occurring. She was a follower, not a leader. Ash would keep her eyes on her to see if this would change. And then the servant spoke, the one who had brought them. Despite her training, despite her will, the fact that she was being spoken to by someone so obviously below her station in such a way was insulting in the highest. Her father would have probably executed the peon right there on the spot and wiped out the Air Clan for good measure. While Ash was rue to let someone of such insignificance lecture her on her policies and approaches, she held her tongue. She remembered the words of the Scholar and remembered her sister. Her sister. Full of more fire in any way than Ash herself was. She would not be this way. She would do the prudent thing: ignore the peon. Ash concluded sipping her tea and restored some heat once again to the cup, relieving herself of pressure of anger. She looked at the Air peon for a moment, letting her know her place, and then returned to the actual conversation with those who mattered. She intentionally addressed the Earth Master's comments first to show the disdain she had for the one who just had spoken. "Strong words for those of Earth, Master Dante. As the scholar Cyril has indicated, we are all equals here, masters in our own right and with trust and responsibility for all of our people. I don't know the way for all of us, but I do know a few things." She sat cross-legged, her guard still behind her. "The Water Clan must not depart tomorrow. Of this, I am absolutely sure. Before you protest," for she could see the fire rising within the scholar at being given such a command from someone who had just a sentence before stated they were equals, "I must explain the reasoning." "A person of such wisdom must understand that cutting and running and abandoning the other clans in such a desperate time will only cause damage, not heal. My clan has no intention of leaving, and while I should not speak for others the Air and Earth clans have shown no intention of departing as well. If you are the ones who break this festival and depart, you throw responsibility on the rest of us. The Clan who couldn't catch their own assassin. If you are truly interested in solving this issue, you will stay with the rest of us, and we will find the murderer together. I suggest we hold a memorial for all clans tomorrow, honoring the Water Master, for this is a loss for us all. Do not mistake that." Another sip of tea, the heat draining down her arms into the cup. "We must all be willing to work together, and we must all be willing to pool our resources in order to solve this murder. I think on that we may all agree. Master Zane, "she turned to look at him, tea still in hand, "I apologize for my prior rashness and presumption. It wasn't helpful, and you were just being defensive of your own people from a witch hunt and possible war." Another sip. "The Fire Clan has no intention of waging war. Those times are behind us. In an offer of good faith, I would like to submit myself not as master of us four, but as servant." After a moment of questioning looks and another sip of tea, she continued. "By this I mean that I would like to take under my care the investigation for the assassination. I have ties with the Water Clan as well, and I would think it prudent for us to pool resources under one whom can be held accountable. I would surrender myself and my Clan to that cause of finding the killer." Her speech ended, she held her cup out to the Air peon for a refill, waiting it to be filled once more. |
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| Akina Anmutig | July 12, 2011, 9:41 pm Post #64 |
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¤ Awari Sarija ¤ Awari sighed. Some celebration this had turned out to be. The Water Clan hadn't even gotten a chance to join in the festivities when they'd arrived before all this was thrust onto them. She took a look up and was surprised to see that the previously blue sky had turned completely overcast. On that note, she did notice the air shift a little earlier, and the grass she was sitting in felt sharper than it generally did. The Elements were angry, no doubt. Just as angry as many in the Water clan - Awari included - were about their Master's sudden and untimely death. And if this was enough to anger the Elements themselves, Awari wondered what the future events would bring. With another sigh, she lowered her gaze once more, but then caught sight of something else. She saw Cyril, up on a grassy hill not too far away from where she was sitting. With him was a few other people wearing robes of different colors, signifying their respective Clans. Judging from the volume of the voices coming from that area, they appeared to be arguing. She wondered what they were talking about, but then told herself that she already knew the answer. But still... Her curiosity taking over, Awari stood up and made her way to the meeting, and as she closed in, she heard a few of the people in attendance refer to each other as "Master." Uh oh. If this was a meeting between the remaining three Element Masters, then this was no place for her, but she was already too close. At least one of them would have noticed her approach by now. She stopped, looking for a place to hide, but there wasn't much in terms of hiding places. So here she was, out in the open in a place in which she had no business being. Wait a minute... why wouldn't she have any business here? If Cyril could be in on this, why couldn't she? After all, this was as much her business as it was that of anyone else, if not more. Awari decided to take a few more steps forward, keeping her distance, but just close enough to listen in on what they were saying. |
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| Chaos Storm | July 12, 2011, 10:00 pm Post #65 |
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Zane listen to each of the members before him. From what he heard he was not sure if he should comment on what they said, or just ignore them and move on with the conversation. After much thinking he decided he would make a comment simply because it was the air clan's custom or view that they should mingle with each other and talk about various things. He would start with the hot blood princess. Zane went in the order they spoke. He said "That is about what I would expect from the leader of the fire clan. It is all of your views which you deem me disrespecting you all. I never said I thought you all were disrespecting me, I had said that was how it appears to the other members of my clan. If you brought a whole battalion that would be more of a act of war, and we would already be fighting. There is no reason for there to be a single guard if no one thinks we actually did it, a escort I can understand but then they have no need to stay by your side while we are having our meeting. Far as me not doing anything. I could had left, and made everyone think I was fleeing after killing Brooke. Or I could go to you all and give the perfect chance for a water clan member or anyone for that matter the perfect chance to attempt to kill me for revenge. Even if the higher ups realize I did not that does not mean the rest of them feel the same way. Far as taking responsibility, I am the leader of my clan and I do take responsibility for everything" Zane then looked at the water clan member, and he said "Before I start with you, let me make this clear. You are not a leader of a clan, but everyone here is giving you respect like a leader would get. I give you my simply because your people have enough trust and respect in you to allow you to represent them. So do not misunderstand the words I am about to say to you as something I am saying because of you not being a leader, that is not the case. My answer to your terms is no. The air clan will not support the hunting of the outcast. The four clans have always been enemies. If you offer a long time contract I might consider helping you. But there is no point in going out helping you if we are only going to become enemies the day after. Far as the outcast or person behind this is concern sending our troops searching will only weaken our camp's defense. It would be easy for the person to sneak in, or even easy for another clan to attack us. Though you all will say your offering your help, the fact is no leader can control his people completely. A group might attack if they feel like their leader is not making the right choices letting their emotions take over. Far as treating this as a neutral ground I should point out most of the leaders have only been so for a year or two, and I have been for five years. I have the right to question you all, from experience with dealing with the past masters. In other words I have the right to say you are my guests, I am the leader when we hold meetings. Simply because I act not of emotion and tend to act more logical. Even if everyone disagrees with my view, they still are to respected my view." Zane then looked at the earth master and Circey. He said to them "As you heard I was not accusing them, but saying what it would appear like to most. I will take this time to say I have only meet Ash and Brooke before. I have no ill feelings towards the others, or them. If anyone as been disrespectful it is not me. I have more reason than most to want the outcast or person that did this dead. I was not going to mention this to anyone ever, but I will say it now so that any suspicious over my clan can be put to rest for "certain". I at one time had asked Brooke out, though I got refused, the point was I did have feelings for the woman. The only reason people can say I would dare to kill her is because I do not show my emotions and let them get the better of me. Also Circey I will remind you out of the people here you are the one that does not have the right to be here. The only reason I did not send you away is to get your feedback, but you are talking to the leaders of the clans and should watch it. You yourself may not respect me as your leader, but you said yourself you were gone for 20 years, you have no right to say anything you wish in this meeting, let alone to your clan leader. There is a difference in feed back and just saying what you please with no regard. My words have been thought out a head of time, and this may be twin peaks for everyone but this is not the main festival area, it is one of the locations where our air clan as set up camp, not the festival. This is a valley, the festival does not take up the entire valley if you did not realize. We do have camp areas" As he let out a deep sigh, then said "However despite what you all have said, I would expect that much from you all considering your elements and the responsibilities you all have. This is why I can say I will support the hunt for the outcast, and will take extra measures at my camp for my people. However like I said before I won't help no one only to be at war with you soon as we get done with helping you. Thus I ask since this is a meeting we our share with all the current leaders, assuming that the water member becomes the next leader for them that we form a contract. No fighting between our clans for another hundred years, offer help in times of disaster, and share resources and info to help each other. To have a meeting between all the leaders every two weeks here at the twin peaks. Along with appoint me head of the council we form, my vote will count as two for how we handle things. This is to break ties, and since I do not let emotions get the better of me, and have the most experience so far I believe I would be most fit for the spot. I have now said my view on the things you all have said, and you can keep your opitons to your self now. I ask simply for your responds to the contract I just proposed to you all" |
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| Wicked | July 12, 2011, 10:12 pm Post #66 |
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҉ The Pact ҉ When the day had come, when the day that all would end splayed itself before what was left of the human race, the Elements came forth with the whispers of Air, the rush of Water, the passion of Fire, and the wisdom of Earth to offer an escape, a deal that would guarantee all of their survival. But, it did not come without sacrifices and promises that had to be made before anyone could breathe in New Earth. Some sacrifices, some promises, seeped into the Earth after years of new life never to be heard again and as humans have secrets, so did the Elements. ҉ Earth ҉ Her ribs felt like a cage, containing the beating beast inside as it savagely thumped against the sturdy bones and begged to be let out. Raja’s heart was racing as she ran through the chaos that had formed just after the assassination, her primal instincts telling her to hide and get away from the man who’d threatened to kill her once before, and probably would again. Her mother was a lost fallacy that she would never see if Sebastian had his way and, in this frenzy, there was no way she would spot the person who’d shown her compassion that was rare for a child born of a different element. At the moment, an avalanche was occurring inside Raja as she weaved in and out of mixed clan members, who were starting to form into a herd of concern. They wanted to see the Water Master, who had been carried to the clan’s camping grounds in the valley. If Raja wanted to seem somewhat normal, she had to follow the crowd. Her father wouldn’t look for her there, since he wouldn’t be able to bear the sickeningly soft emotions that ran rapid in this group of people, all of whom worried for the Water Master’s health. A stab wound in the abdomen is fatal, Raja thought to herself as she peered, trying to calm herself down as she stood within the crowd, and attempted to get a look into the tent with everyone else. Every once in a while, she would glance back and to the side, subtly so not to cause any arousal of suspicion within the emotional cluster, to make sure that her father hadn’t weaseled his way in. The second the air caught news of Brooke’s death, there was a change in pressure. Suddenly, the higher altitude made itself increasingly known as the air grew tenser and tenser by the minute. Some people found it hard to breathe and some began to feel claustrophobic between the Peaks, who now rose menacingly to either side of the gathering. The festive tone was gone, and as rumors spread that the Masters were meeting to discuss the matter of the assassination, everything spiraled downhill. Raja glanced upward to see the darkened skies, small flashes of light within the clouds alarming everyone of the lightening activity that was sure to follow. It was going to rain, and everyone prepared for it by gathering up all the food that was set out in the central area and putting it into tents. The mood was somber as many decided to cower inside their clan’s respective tents, their excuses being that the weather was not fairing well though everyone knew exactly why they were all retreating: there was a murderer out there and there was a dead leader. Hope was slipping through their fingers quickly, like the sand that cascaded down in the hourglass now held above them in the clouds. Tick, tick, tick. The countdown to the downpour began. The crowd around the Water Master’s tent had dispersed and so Raja made her way through the valley with caution. The Fire clan had regressed to the camping area, though not each member was inside his or her tent. Instead, they had a gathering, as some other clans were doing as well, to discuss the possible subjects their leaders were having atop the hill. Raja would not take part in such a gathering. Instead, her keen senses observed the changes in scenery, the mood of the land, which was growing more and more radical as Brooke’s death festered and sunk into the Elements’ conscious whole. Something was not right with the land. The valley itself shook subtly beneath the surface, New Earth’s plates beneath Twin Peaks shifting as if waking from a deep slumber due to the loud clatter from above. The grass and dirt beneath Raja’s bare feet was warm, strangely so due to the higher altitude, which reasoned for a cooler temperature. Raja’s eyebrows furrowed in concern, continuing her survey as she looked up to the encompassing mountains. The Twin Peaks looked devastating and haunted. They grew shrouded in darkness as the clouds hung over them and moved through the higher edges. The tips disappeared with the incoming storm and, overall, the mountains appeared threatening. The rocks on its surface seemed sharper, more likely to fall, and uncaring compared to the beauty it had exhibited upon each clans’ arrival. And, above where no one could truly see, the tips were growing frosty with below-zero temperatures and ice formed like a disease. And then, before Raja could even bit her lip in dismay or rethink her decision to stay out in the open, the Elements unleashed their true feelings. There was a shattering crack, the sound of two titans clashing against one another in the sky as the levies broke on the storm clouds. It was as if the oceans of New Earth had tipped over and poured their contents onto the valley. People who were still straying outside screeched and hurried for cover, though the tents were just barely supporting those inside. Raja, herself, ran to the shelter of a nearby tree, though heavy drops still slashed through the leaves and soaked Raja through and through. She clung to herself, hands rubbing her arms as she looked up to the angry sky and saw rage. Another crack exposed sheer, pure light as lightning bolts shattered the consistently gray sky with blinding power and shot at the Twin Peaks with dangerous force. Children, cooped up inside tents, screamed out for their mothers even though they were already curled up in their protective parents’ arms. The earth chimed into the horrendous orchestra of Air and Water, rumbling beneath Raja’s feet more fiercely than before. The plates shook in seething anger and heat burned at the Earth elementalist’s skin. The Twins, too, gave a low moan… and then a growl of a giant bear awakening from hibernation. The sound of rocks cascading down in a beautiful, threatening wave sent alarms and yells throughout the valley. “The mountains! Get out of the valley!” The small oasis from the separate clan territories had become a trap. Both Twins hummed with the warning of avalanches as rocks, ice, and water-ridden dirt rolled down from extreme heights and increased in speed as it tumbled, and tumbled towards the valley, which made everyone vulnerable. The valley itself, though, was not vulnerable. The ground continued to shake and Raja could barely stand up straight. She clung to the tree, which was slowly be nudged out of its secure roots, as a crack began to form in the surface of the valley’s ground. It seared through the middle, the core of the valley, and sent some people who were rushing to get out of the furious path of the avalanche tumbling to the ground. Raja herself was having a hard time clinging to the tree, which was beginning to lean away from her. The strong tree cried feebly as it began to tumble down, leaving Raja to cling on as the roots beneath swept her up as it collapsed. What in the name of the Elements had happened? Out of the crack in the valley seeped a mysterious hue similar to smoke but tinted in a spray of color. If not for the ominous surroundings, it would have been considered beautiful in its nature. It showered over the valley, sweeping over Raja for a moment and sending a strange wave of tranquility and energy through her as it went, even though her heart had been racing only moments ago. The world was crumbling around her, and yet the substance made her calm- but only for a moment in which silence crept into her ears. Then, as if a switch had gone off, there were the sounds of havoc once again; this time, not because of an assassination but because of a natural disaster. The valley’s fault was not the only one. The Twin Peaks, though not seen through the clouds that still spewed endless water onto the valley, had cracks from where the lightening had attacked it. From these holes crept hues similar to the one from the valley, though one was darker and more malicious than the other. It’s twin mountain revealed a light far more brilliant than the lightening which had struck it and it swayed, weaved, and moved its way out of the horrible scenario and disappeared without a trace, along with it’s darker sibling. Raja’s brain couldn’t work right. It focused on thing, and then the other, trying to piece it all together and failing miserably. The colorful hue continued to move about the valley, filling each soul with the strange, quaint feeling of calm even as the avalanche closed in. This all occurred in a matter of split moments. Within a few minutes, the accumulation of rock, ice, and mud came slamming into the valley. Some people had managed to endure the shaking, cracking ground and made it out of the destructive path, while others did not. Raja attempted to flee, only to stumble and fall. Inside, her heart was racing and her mind went sporadic, only to be shut off when a rock tumbled and hit her in the head. 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| Everlasting Nirvana | July 13, 2011, 12:22 am Post #67 |
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The fire master was acting much like a child at this point. She had been chastised so she took to ignoring Circey completely. Taking the final sip of her tea she once again wove air around the pot and brought it to her and poured herself a cup. The Fire Master acted as if Circey were a servant girl and was only there to pour the tea. Behind Circey was a rock with a semi flat surface that she sat the tea pot on. Directing a stern gaze to the Fire Master she spoke "children are not offorded the luxury of tea my dear. There is a stream nearby from which you can draw water to drink." That was all the would be said between the two until the girl learned to act her age and not act out. Listening to Zane she became quite frustrated with him. He thought he could just wave her off? "Oh fearless master what would you have me do" she saud with a hint of mockery in her voice. "I may be of the Air Clan but you hold no sway over me. I was not there to elect you the representative of our people and until you prove yourself to be a fit ruler then you will not gain my loyalty. So far you have been doing a ghastly job of being the Master. You demand to be head of a council of the Master without first consulting the other two about the issue. You are as much of a fool as my father was if you believe you hold any sway with the other clans." She could have been talking about the weather for all her tone told. Casting her eyes toward the sky once more at the same instant a deafening clap of thunder hit the valley. Momentarily blinded she closed her eyes. It was obvious that rain was coming so she began to weave flows of air around her body so she would not get wet. Everything seemed to happed so fast. When she reached out for the air a violent tremor shook the ground and a loud cracking sound emenated from the earth as it split. Falling to the ground on her hands and knees she reached out for her element. The rain had already started to fall and a loud crashing could be heard as a avalanche cascaded down the mountain side. Strange ethereal looking mists came out from the ground and the mountain. The mists passed through people seemingly in a random sporadic order. Grabbing a hold of the air she began to weave flows to keep the rain off and to defend herself if need be. As she touched the air a faint inaudible voice resonated in her mind. At first she ignored it and continued working only to hear a much less fainter "Hello" in the back of her mind. Shock filled her features as she stumbled in an attempt to get back up. This was highly illogical phantom voices in your head were impossible. Still her rationalization could not keep her from responding. Grabbing hold of the weaves again she called out in her mind. "Who are you?" After a pause that seemed to span hours a reply came "I am the breath that gives you life, the wind that cools your body. I am the Element of Air." Stunned she immediately let go of her weaves and became soaked from the torrential rains. The Element of Air, the being that had bestowed her clan with their powers, had spoken to her. How was this even possible? Years of composure and carefully hiding her emotions came crashing down. For the first time in her life she felt absolute joy but at the same time she felt fear. What if the Element was here to take away her powers. Did it not deem her worthy of its gift any longer? Looking around she noticed one of the mists closing in on her. It was a faintly visible white mist that hung just inches in front of her and approaching fast. Trying to back away she tripped over the rock that now held the shattered tea pot and fell. As she fell the mist envolped her body and she was met with a peaceful feeling. Her emotions were held perfectly in check once again, but as soon as the mist left her body the fear returned. |
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| psy | July 14, 2011, 3:57 am Post #68 |
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Cyril the Scholar "You are not a leader of a clan." Strike one. "The four clans have always been enemies." Strike two. "I am the leader when we hold meetings.” Strike three. "Along with appoint me head of the council we form, my vote will count as two for how we handle things. This is to break ties, and since I do not let emotions get the better of me, and have the most experience so far I believe I would be most fit for the spot." Strikes four, five, six and seven. This Air Master had successfully lost all favour with him before he could take a sip of his tea. As the man spoke Cyril could not help but feel sorry for the Air Clan who had such a pompous and arrogant master with an ego that surely was verging on causing his very head to explode. All throughout the speech Cyril could barely contain his frustration. The swirling tea in front of him was all that he could rely on to vent. It became a vortex of his emotion. By the time the Air Master had disregarded their opinions and asked for their answer half the cup had emptied itself onto the ground and the tea that remained was spinning around the side of the cup with barely a drop touching the base. “If anyone at this discussion agrees to such absurd terms I will have to question both their sanity, their pride and that of their clan's. The answer, put simply Zane, is no. The water clan will not join such a council where pomposity and a boy's notion of entitlement rules the vote.” Cyril responded. He could only look upon Zane with disappointment and pity for his people. The tea, or what was left of it, finally settled to the bottom of the cup as his frustration was relieved. Just as Cyril calmed himself the sky crackled to life and lightning raced across the dark clouds. Thunder sounded throughout the valley, drawing his attention away from the discussion and towards the sky. Torrents of rain fell from the clouds above, drenching the hill and washing away his cup that was placed so neatly in front of him. The rain drummed against the ground, adding more sound to the already deafening thunder. Cyril blinked water from his eyes that dripped down from his long white hair that now stuck to his flesh. Above them the mountains almost appeared to shake from the rain, the thunder and the rumbling earth. This was the punishment that was being threatened earlier. With all the clans gathered in one place, it was a perfect opportunity for the natural elements to show their true power. There was very little time to think but Cyril knew that what they were facing on this hill would be nothing compared to what was occurring down in the valley. He looked back to the masters and opened his mouth to speak calmly. He wanted to say that they should return to their respective clans and focus on minimizing the damage of this second catastrophe. The words started to come out but the boom of thunder drowned out his suggestion, once again drawing his attention to the sky. Looking past the strange coloured mist and the dark clouds he could faintly see the harsh rain beating against a large object. An object that was barrelling towards the hill where they sat. Looking past the rain he could see that many simultaneous avalanches had begun on the twin mountains and that object was ice from the top of one of the twins. There was no time for them to move, the ice would severely injure all on the hill if nothing more if it wasn't stopped. “MOVE!” he desperately shouted over the thunder and rain. He raised a single hand to focus the direction of his power and as he did so the ice boulder began to melt from the outside in. He worked feverishly, but he was already taxed mentally and physically. The ice continued its descent and by the time it struck it was the size of a cannonball. Not fast enough. Not good enough. Those are the words that ran through his mind as the icy cannonball collided with his chest and sent him flying backwards. He turned in the air and landed crushingly near the base of the muddy hill. Cyril was swept up in the chaos below where the rain and ice had sheeted the basin and left it despairingly thick with mud. People, mostly members of the Air Clan, ran about, trying to find shelter and in their chaos did not notice the water clan representative left floundering for air after the impact. Cyril's first thought when he realized he was still conscious was that he couldn't breathe, let alone cry for help. His second thought was that the ice that struck him surely broke something, and perhaps pierced his lung. His third thought was that he felt strangely alright even though he could be dying. Had mud not been caked to his face perhaps he would have attributed it to the colourful dancing mist that covered the valley that remained above the ankle high water. With his remaining strength he clawed along the ground, knowing full well that he would not be able to get back up the hill. He had to get to a reasonably safe place and the edge of the valley, underneath the shelter of the age old trees seemed to be the safest spot. Which was a lot like saying a ravenous shark was safer than a ravenous slightly bigger shark. Regardless of that he continued to pull himself through the mud until he reached the treeline. Once there he had only slightly regained his vision and could just barely make out the large trees that were only just withstanding the furious howl of the wind and the rain and hail that ripped at their bark. With his last ounce of strength he pulled himself up to his knees and stumbled beneath a gargantuan tree with very low lying branches. All his strength was gone and he fell face first into the twig and branch laden mud beneath the natural shelter. This tree would be his salvation and he could only hope that his lung wasn't punctured. I will survive. There is too much to do before I die, before I join you, Brooke. |
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| Blue | July 17, 2011, 12:17 am Post #69 |
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Dante had been about to stand up and give her own objections to Zane's lunacy before that loud, angry thunderclap bared down on them all and resonated for miles around. The elements, it seemed, had other plans for them all. Before she could even stand up, the Earth Master was already drenched by the torrential rain and almost unable to stand without slipping over in the mud. Though, even for one who appreciated the irony of the moment, Dante wasn't about to start laughing now. She could feel the anger of the Elements raging through the valley. Lightning was striking the Twin Peaks with massive force, and the sound of the thunder was so monstrous, one wouldn't be far off in saying it had a mind of its own. However, despite all this going on - the worst was yet to come. The sounds of people's screams down in the valley were just enough to pierce through the bellowing thunder and pouring rain. The Earth Master's heart sank for them all, knowing the odds of their survival were shaky at best. That was when she remembered. "Drogo!" she called down to her guard, her voice straining to keep above all the sounds of chaos. "Get back to the others! Do what you can!" She watched as he hesitated for a moment, before throwing a pointed finger back in her direction. Even through the rain, she knew what the gesture meant; "Don't you dare die." With that, Drogo rushed off into the direction they'd come, barrelling off towards an already despairing Air Clan. Before Dante was allowed to deliberate on what to do next, the choice was made for her. "MOVE!" Cyril's voice matched the thunder in both volume and ferocity in that moment, and it took all the Earth Master's strength not to pause and stare wide-eyed as he attempted to save them all from a tumbling, icy fate. Without another moment to spare, she rushed to the side of the hill and leapt down. As soon as her feet made contact with the muddy slope, she realised that whilst moving had been a good idea, it probably hadn't been the best to attempt to "surf" on such terrain. Her feet slid hopelessly, and before she knew it, she was sliding down the hill on her backside. She could feel all the wet, soggy earth shifting up into her attire, and it was certainly NOT a pleasant feeling. This all happened within the span of a few seconds - the hill hadn't been all that tall - but by the time Dante came to a stop, she only had two words that fully expressed how she felt at that moment. "Damn it!" But as soon as the words had exited her mouth, the feelings that represented it seemed to vanish, and were replaced by feelings of calm and serenity. It was suddenly much easier for her to think, so long as the thought was logically sound, was thought out slowly, and didn't cause her to flip out with anger, fear or anxiety. She was however, faintly aware that there seemed to be a sort of mist now surrounding her. But... it didn't look like mist. It was much more... "Pretty..." Dante smiled for the first time that day, all of her worries masked behind a veil she no longer acknowledged the existence of. The rain was still very much falling around her, but the lightning seemed almost mute without the sound of thunder accompanying it - like a bomb without a "boom". And then suddenly, the mist seemingly swept itself away, presumably going to try and calm someone else down. The veil tore open the moment it left, and unfortunately, all of those problems came surging right back into Dante's head. However, the girl still managed to maintain some calm. Her main concern was finding some shelter from the horror that had befallen the Twin Peaks and those who'd been living therein. The use of her element would be of no use to her - the natural elements were making sure of that. Even the Earth Master would have a great degree of difficulty shifting mud... And so, Dante resolved to find one of the other Clan Representatives. She had little doubt that Ash was taking care of herself without a problem, Zane was probably cowering behind his petty words, and that Cyril... Cyril..! The Earth Master shot to her feet as the recollection jolted up her spine and back into her brain. She'd seen that ice, and while she didn't doubt the man's ability, under the stress of the moment, it was highly likely that he took a hit of some kind. And so came her new objective; Find Cyril, then Find Safety. With that, Dante stumbled and staggered through the Wrath of the Elements and around the base of the hill, looking for the one who saved their lives at quite possibly the cost of his own. |
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| Akina Anmutig | July 17, 2011, 2:13 am Post #70 |
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¤ Awari Sarija ¤ As Awari listened to the discussion, she could hear the emotions in the voices of those present. Pretty much everyone here was upset about something. Everyone except one - the white-haired boy in black. He seemed to remain calm as he spoke, which is more than what could be said for Awari. Every word the man said seemed to make her angrier. The nerve of this guy! The four clans are not enemies, and if Awari had her way, they never would be. The man went on to say he should be appointed head of this newly-formed council, his vote should count as two, so on and so forth. The young Elementalist couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was he serious? Was he actually able to hold himself so highly to think that he was the best suited to the lead position, hands down? Hardly! Cyril was just as qualified for such a position, if not more so! Speaking of Cyril, it seemed he'd finally lost his temper as well. "If anyone at this discussion agrees to such absurd terms I will have to question both their sanity, their pride, and that of their clan's," Awari heard Cyril state. "The answer, put simply, Zane, is no. The Water Clan will not join such a council where pomposity and a boy's notion of entitlement rules the vote." "I second that!" Awari added, raising a fist. Granted, Cyril probably didn't need her approval - he probably didn't even know she was even here until she'd just said that - but she felt as though she needed to add that in. She didn't want any part of that council, either. Suddenly, the atmosphere changed - literally. A loud, ear-splitting crack of thunder heralded a monsoon, which quickly drenched the valley. What Awari had thought before was true - the Elements were indeed very angry. Her sapphire eyes turned skyward, it was all she could do to watch as the Elements performed their violent dance in the sky. Lightning ran across black clouds, the rain fell in sheets toward the ground, carried along by powerful winds. It was beautiful, and at the same time terrifying. Out of the corner of her eye, however, she caught sight of a dance of a different kind. One of the Twin Peaks appeared to be shaking. Perhaps it was a trick of the eye, though - the heavy rain made it hard to see clearly. But when the ground beneath her feet began to shake, she realized this was no illusion. "The mountains!" she faintly heard someone shout. "Get out of the valley!" Awari's gaze shifted to one of the Twins. True to the previous voice's words, something was barreling towards the hill at an almost supernatural pace. "MOVE!" came Cyril's desperate command, and Awari obeyed without question. Every fiber of her being screaming, she leaped away from the hill and rolled head-over-heels to what she thought was safety. Dizzy and frightened, Awari dared not move from where she stopped. This was the end. The Elements were going to destroy everyone here, and she knew for a fact that there was no fighting the Elements. But why now? This was a time of peace, a time to commemorate how far humans have come since New Earth's creations. What could anyone have done to anger the Elements so much? "I'm sorry," Awari whimpered. "Whatever I did wrong, I'm sorry!" Just then, she looked up from her huddled position and noticed something that far exceeded anything she could have imagined. From a crack that had appeared in the valley came a strange mist-like substance of an array of colors. It crept along the valley, and when it reached Awari, it swept over her and brought with it a warm, soothing feeling. For a moment, the world around her fell silent, and she found herself calm and at peace. It was a nice feeling, but it ended too soon. Once again the world was filled with a feeling of panic and chaos as the strange mist left. Awari couldn’t quite grasp what had just happened, much less what was going on now. Whatever it was, she didn’t want to see it. She curled herself into a ball, closed her eyes and waited. As she did, all she could think of was that beautiful mist, and as she did she thought, I must paint it. She wasn’t entirely sure what had hit her when the rocks came crashing down around her, but at the same time she did. She was being punished just as everyone else was, and now she was trapped. She couldn’t move, and her entire body was screaming in agony, but through all of that came a voice. “Do not fear, my child,” the strange voice cooed, “for I am always here to protect you.” After that, the world fell silent once more. |
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| Wicked | July 17, 2011, 3:39 am Post #71 |
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҉ The Pact ҉ Their essences were majestic and intangible, swirling clouds that filled with all the scents and feeling that came with each element. They came like gods to the desperate humans who clung to life, just barely, with an offer they were not able to refuse, and so the humans listened with eager ears. “We make a vow to restore this land to its former glory and continue the human race with the condition that we inhabit your bodies as guides. Each child born after this pact, along with those here, will be gifted with an element that is ideal to each being’s persona. This being said, this comes with sacrifice on our part and yours. Should you disturb the peace we establish on this day, consequences beyond your comprehension will occur. And, since we claim responsibility of your bodies, we too shall suffer from any decision you make. We understand that some crimes are out of our hands, but this day will go in history as a day of eternal peace. No death shall occur on this day, and the days that fall on this date ever after; no war or disturbance that hints to the misuse of our gifts to you.” And so, the deal was struck. The essences floated and sunk into the skins of those there, blessing them with the ability to manipulate the element that chose them. And so began the New Earth, as the lands shifted beneath them and a glorious new day appeared. Worries slipped away and already, the conditions of the agreement began to be forgotten. ҉ Earth ҉ Wake up. The voice was gentle, smooth like limestone inside Raja’s mind as it urged her into consciousness. But being awake wasn’t pleasant. Her ears filled, not with the wonderful voice, but the sound of people struggling to stay above the savage attack the Elements had placed upon them. Some sobbed quietly, some not so quietly, and others were somberly talking about finding “survivors”. From the sound of it, a good amount of people were able to head the warning of the rain and the mountain’s rumble and were able to scurry to higher grounds. Still, the mourning cries resonated in Raja’s mind. People had died, and were probably still dying. That’s why it was essential for her to open her eyes, to give herself back to the living and not slip into the coercing darkness that purred and promised to ease the pain that burned at her skull where the rock had hit her so fiercely. Wake up. This time, it was more frantic. With a groan that sounded more like a sigh, Raja stirred and forced her eyes open. She squinted, even though it was dark from the overcast, and a light drizzle plucked down on her face as she looked around carefully, not sure how much damage her body had taken from the horrible event. Her shoulders groaned when she tried to raise herself from the hard surface her body and face had been on, realizing that it was the tree she’d clung to before all turned dark. Her body lay upon the bark and it served as a buffer between her and everything else that had occurred, branches keeping most of the mud and other components from crushing her. It came with a cost to her and the rough surface, along with the debris that slipped through and fell on her, scratched at her skin and left her with cuts and bruises everywhere- her clothes, the body parts beneath the apparel, and her face and arms. Gingerly raising a hand to her head, she located the injured spot and felt the warm blood that was starting to dry there. Realizing that, except for a few minor injuries and the possible concussion, she was alright Raja began to survey her surrounding and spotted a blotch of white splayed beneath a creaking tree that was just barely clinging to the shifting ground beneath it. Its roots were strong enough to hold itself there for the time being, but she could tell that the earth was not going to keep it standing for long. Her eyes came into focus after a short while, an affect from the concussion, and finally she recognized the white blotch to be hair and that a body was attached to it- one that wasn’t exactly moving. Her entire body resisted against her moving, but she did anyway and managed to slide off the fallen tree she’d taken shelter on. Slowly she made her way over to the body, her feet momentarily getting stuck in the mud as she went, and prayed to the Elements that he or she was alive. Even if the worst was over with and the mountains seemed somewhat calmer as the rain shifted to a mute drizzle, it only meant it was time to find and respectfully bury the dead and tend to the wounded. Raja knew she had to help the person, no matter who it was, and once she approached the body she was relieved to find that he was breathing- though it was dangerously shallow. With all the strength she could muster, Raja turned the male over and checked for major injuries. His head was scratched and bleeding somewhat from the same things that had caused her minor injuries but that couldn’t be the extent. He was unconscious for a reason. The tree above the two creaked, warning them, and Raja didn’t have the strength to manipulate the tree’s roots enough to secure them or to make the ground more firm. If she used what energy she had left for that, her concussion would get the best of her. So, instead, she attempted to use the mud to her advantage and slid the unconscious man up the slope to higher grounds, so to speak, where many others were seeking refuge. The valley was completely crippled; the tents that had been situated there were hidden under mud, rocks, and ice. The strange, exotically colored mist still swirled around the area, inquisitively making its way to the injured and washing over those in pain and automatically soothing them. Those that were too severely injured passed, but peacefully, while those with more minor injuries found that the recovery was quicker than usual. Murmurs were beginning to spread. What was the mist, exactly? Why was this happening? What had caused the elements to be so angry? We aren’t angry. Peace was disturbed and the pact was broken. These are the consequences. Raja’s body, which had been moving uphill with the body, froze. It was the voice again; rich like soil and soft like a flower petal. Had she been hit that hard that she was hallucinating? She shook her head and finished the move uphill, on the far edge where not many people were. She knew the worst was done with and her energy was already spent. Other clans sprawled further uphill to get as far as possible from the wreck. Raja was just going to have to tend to the male, and herself, here. However, it was unnecessary. The mist that had been wandering, carefree as a breeze, approached the two and, immediately, Raja was sent into a cool calm that threatened to make her fall asleep. The pains in her body were lessened, and a few of the more deep gashes on her face sealed- though it left a scar. It was easy to assume that the mist was doing the same for the unconscious male. |
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| Myriad | July 17, 2011, 6:26 am Post #72 |
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A Previous Occurrence (Black for myself, blue for the other individual) A dark figure stood in an alcove. A waterfall hid it from sight. It was one of many such holes in the side of the Twin Peaks and this one was particularly well hidden. The figure waited patiently for the apprentice to arrive. So far everything had gone as planned. Brooke was dead and there was fear in the clans. Now what was needed was the next step. Hidey-holes and sneak games… Although Arram understood their significance-- and used them himself, he did not think such things befitted the figure who waited for him. When such a being had the power to change many things… "Hiding does you little good when you breathe loud enough to wake the Valley." Arram stepped into the alcove and regarded the dark figure with distaste. "The bitch is dead, the Valley is in a uproar, and the Masters are squabbling over the scraps. You've gotten your panic." The figure nodded its head. "Panic is not good enough. We need chaos." The figure strode before the killer, thinking hard on what needed to be accomplished next. "Plant evidence in the Fire camp to make it look like they were behind the killing. Hide the robes there. Ash is ambitious as any. It will be easy for the other masters to assume such hate from Fire. If we pin this upon Fire, all will break loose." The figure stood now before the killer. "You have done well, my apprentice, and are deserving of praise. I will reward you so long as you fulfill this final necessity. Do as I command. Bring chaos to the clans." With that, the figure turned and rushed away. Current Arram had been working his way back to the encampment when the party started. With objects falling from the sky and the earth ripping itself apart, Arram felt the only suitable choice of action was one that many others were taking. Tearing across the ground in an effort to avoid falling into the earth or becoming a splatter on the ground, Arram darted toward the Fire Clan area. Even though running across the heaving ground was difficult, he still managed a decent pace. With everyone else running about pell mell, he probably didn't look too out of place. Just one more figure in a crowd of many trying not to die. Arram ducked into an empty Fire Clan tent and ripped off the white robes. He threw them to the floor, messed up the interior to look like a hurried person had been there, and left. If Arram had one for religion or higher beings or anything of that mystic sort, the sight of the mountains and the havoc breaking loose might have made him drop to his knees and start praying. Arram wasn't religious. He cautiously returned to the peaks, the way easier now that the ground had ceased its bucking and jumping. |
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| Juicesir | July 20, 2011, 11:02 am Post #73 |
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It all happened very quickly. So caught up had they been in their discussion they had hardly noticed the change in weather. Gradually it drew more severe until nothing could stem its chaos. Screams, shouts, the meeting thrown into the chaos of the rest of the grounds. The whole of New Earth around them tore at itself, sundering the very forces of creation it had brought about. Nothing stood against it. All fell. It was all Ash could do to not stop and admire the pure devastation of it. So, this is our retribution. The whole of the elemental plane was rife with explosive fury, surely at the lose of someone so dear on a peaceful day such as this. But Ash couldn't delay. There were lives that needed saving. "Frum, Ky, stick close to me." Ash let fly her hands, drawing all her powers of concentration on the heat around the area. She drew forth an engulfing fireball that shielded their small area from much of the debris. It swirled with powerful energy, but Ash knew she couldn't hold it for long. Sweat now beginning to drip visibly off her forehead, she let her conscious to slip out and extend to grasp at other calamities around the area. The fire she wielded now she used as a bolt of purest flame which she sent streaking through the air to knock boulders and ice chunks and other materials out of the way of falling upon others. An Air Clan couple was nearly crushed by one such boulder, the fire just in time. The energy of it all was too much, and it slipped, the fire bolting off into he wrecked sides of the Twins. Ash collapsed, her eyes slamming open as she hit the ground. That was when she saw the mist. It coursed around her, consumed her very essence it seemed. And as her mind let slip and her vision began to fade, she saw the mist hover away from her, no nearer to coming to her than to others nearby. Her eyes closed after a moment, and Ash slipped into unconsciousness. |
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| Chaos Storm | July 20, 2011, 4:46 pm Post #74 |
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Zane was ready to let out another sigh when he heard the reply Cyril gave as the water clan representative. He knew the others were not agreeing with Zane either by their actions and facial expressions. He should had knew better than to act normal with these people when a leader had been killed, even if they are were staying calm they still were going to be effected by all this and their emotions would have a least some effect on them. After all doing what Zane does with his emotions was not something the other clans really could copy easily. The facts were even Zane would like to see the four clans allies, and not enemies but the truth was they were enemies. They did not have any real alliance among them, and this was one of the few events they came together and this was the first time they even came together for this event. Sometimes they offer help when a disaster hits, but that usually was seen as something to make their clan look better or for other self benefits. A alliance needed to be formed, and since there was four of them a tie breaker was needed, and his vote would count as two, if the others did not like it they could out vote him, there was no issue with that either. Zane could go on and on with how the others were over-reacting to everything but he could understand also considering the chaos they were in the middle of, after all he did not think Cyril would not agree to his contract, it was up for debate after all, and he could ask for the spot him himself if it really was a issue instead of throwing off the entire alliance idea. Though Zane did not have the chance to change the situation by calming the situation down as the weather suddenly turn for the worst. Soon their peaceful meeting how turn into everyone getting up and running to help their clan or others. Zane could hear the destruction that soon would reach them. They currently was at the edge of the festival, where the air clan is camped out so they were in the safest place or a least they were compare to the other areas. The Earth and Water Clan most likely would get hit the hardest if they set their camp up in the valley on the sides nearest to their lands. Since Fire and Wind were the top and bottom lands, and the other two were on the sides. The water and earth clans would be nearest to the peaks of the valley. Or a least this is what Zane figure would be the case going by the layout and the sounds of the heavy rain, the mountains shaking and crumbling, and the ground shaking along with the mist that started to appear. Zane started to give directions to his people to leave their things behind and evacuate the valley. Though that became difficult since many were unable to hear him over everything. He however used a air wave to slash threw the rain, and help his voice be heard by creating a better path for the sound waves to follow. However it left him weak since it had to be strong enough to cut threw this heavy rain and go far enough to reach enough people to pass the message to evacuate. The message was for everyone to evacuate, not necessarily just his clan. It was a nightmare, but plenty of people could escape before they get hit by the Ice, mud, and other things that was heading their way, before the real damage came. He helped those he could and when the chaos finally ended he had the people who were able to regardless of their clans to go help those that were trapped, injured, and move any dead bodies into a pile for identification latter on. Unfortunately from what he could tell most of the leaders had ran off to help their clans or others and were either hurt, or yet to be found. He did however find a unconscious fire leader, and had moved her and her guards to a safer location with the help of some others. He had a air clan member wait for them to wake up and for her to come speak with him when she was ready. The search would go on. He had half of the people that were able to search, but he figured this would take awhile even if everyone search so instead he also had a group go gather food, water, wood, anything they could outside of the valley as they would need it to help the injury people while they wait for some help from the other clans. He had one person from each clan go to their main clan areas and tell them to send help for their leaders, and their clan. Though Zane was not looking forward to when the leaders gather again. He figured all of them would be upset with him that he had been bossing around their clan members, or a least they would after the anger he made them have for him at their last meeting. However this time he would have to keep in mind to use more emotion since they will all be stress out after the death of the leader, and the chaos the weather brought. In the last meeting he had stay strictly logical, but it seems that cause them to hate him after all that had happen. So the next time he would play it with emotion and stay on their good side to avoid any more extra trouble that is pointless like in the last meeting. For now they were recovering from the events, and looking for any survivors. The clan leaders, and anyone else would soon be found, hopefully alive. There was enough death as there was. |
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| Dream | July 21, 2011, 5:01 pm Post #75 |
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Sala, the wandering nobody Location: Twin Peaks Ooc: There was no real reason for her to be there. She wasn't welcome there. Nobody wanted her, not even the spirits. The Pact meant nothing to her, not really. She had no element to call her own, she was a nobody, a normal human in the world of those with affinities. So why was she there? Not even she knew the answer to that question as she walked along the outskirts of the destruction. Something wrong had happened, that much was certain, but she had just arrived, she didn't know what. She knew about the Pact, they learned about it as very young children. She also knew that it didn't really affect her. Sala slowly made her way to what seemed to be the middle of everything, and stopped. She stood there in silence for a moment, not sure what to think. It was the most horrifying thing she had ever seen in her life. She stood petrified, until a loud voice broke through her fear. It was the Air leader, a voice she knew quite well. Though it had been years since she had last seen him, she still followed his orders as though she was one of his tribe members. Set into action, the young nomad ran out of the valley, finding herself in the presence of many injured and dying, all of whom were in a panic. The blonde made her way towards the center of the crowd, searching for someone to talk to about what was going on. She was dressed casually, yet had no signs of a tribe, which could have been reason enough for her to be sent away, but nobody was paying attention to that at the moment. Unable to find someone to get information from, she found a small empty spot in the middle of the crowd, and sat there cross-legged. It was a habit she had picked up recently, though she didn't know how or why. She sat there, and began breathing deeply, calming herself, and unknowingly calming those who were around her. She closed her eyes, and was soon lost in a deep, meditative state. |
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I'll whisper in your ear, You are mine, and you will never have to be alone. And when I pull you near, You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone. So let me be the one to lift you up, I'll carry you home. 'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe, And to catch you when you fall. | |
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