Bright Feather, Black Feather

Rising from the stony plateau overlooking the rivers and plains of the western continent, and growing wealthy from the gem stones pulled from this same rocky soil, Etzos is a bastion of independence, eagerly spreading its belief that man should rule Idalos, not be servants of the vain Immortals who nearly destroyed it. But can the different factions set aside their agendas long enough to see this through?

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Bright Feather, Black Feather

Postby Noth » Tue Jan 30, 2018 9:26 am

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Zi’da XX 717

Noth often made visits to the Underground territory that many of Al’Angyryls’ soldiers frequented. The reasons for this were typically far different then the reasons that his multitude of scum happened upon the rugged and run-down tunnels, however, because he typically made the trips to ensure that all was well, and everything that could be accounted for and solved had been accounted for and solved, at least to a reasonable extent. His troops on the other hand either came to enjoy the benefits of their labor; or, perhaps more accurately they came to enjoy the benefits of his labor in the form of their conquered territory, or they came to enjoy the many recreational assets that could be found within the dry cobblestone tunnels: The drinking, the constant attentions of lowly skanks seeking their next paycheck, the gambling rings that had begun to form between his scum as they took time off from their jobs.

In truth, Noth didn’t particularly care for much of their entertainment, because it seemed far too unnecessary and typically far too time-consuming. Nevertheless, he made no efforts whatsoever to quell their desires to indulge themselves in pleasures of the flesh, because he recognized that it would be overstepping his bounds as their leader to do such, and they would take it as a personal offense towards what little liberty they still possessed within themselves. Certainly, he could domineer over them in the midst of a battle, or when they were wandering around his cavernous home, and there was little doubt that he could actually demand that this person or that person returned to headquarters for reassignment, but if he were to approve the liquidation of their recreation he would face a tidal wave of rebuke and revolt.

The hybrid considered assorted projects as he meandered through the darkness, unafraid of any sort of repercussions falling upon him for his relatively carefree attitude. The territory was their own, after all, and it was not as if though any of his soldiers would attempt to betray him, because he recognized that he terrified them just enough that such thoughts were always pressed to the back of their minds. So long as they feared him, he would be their tyrant, and that sort of social position brought its own security. Recent events had called such security into question, of course, but the hybrid doubted any sort of foe would dare venture so deep into the darkness where the vicious monster resided, surrounded by his fellow denizens. Of course, his allies were not far, and if he called, they would come; he might have enjoyed the solitary walk through the Underground, but he was not so foolish as to be entirely without backup should the event arise.

Incidentally, he was eventually approached by one of his soldiers, a large and bulky woman who kept a butcher’s cleaver at her side. He remembered seeing her before in the past, though her name flickered in and out of conscious thought as he acknowledged her, awaiting whatever speech was surely to come from her lips.
“Person getting near the Underground. Think you know’m.” The hybrid nodded his acceptance of this, gradually abandoning his many schemes for a few moments as he made his way towards the entryway of his territory, all the while running through assorted calculations and assumptions over who would dare call upon him.



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Bright Feather, Black Feather

Postby Ellen'wyn » Tue Jan 30, 2018 10:41 am

Ellen didn't know what or whom to believe. Gangui was turning Foster's Landing on its head, and she thought he might be going crazy. Had he ever been sane? Was she just that naive? The mixed-blood had returned to Etzos after a very brief period back at the Landing, and she wanted answers. She felt pulled in seven different directions. Gangui was determined that the Prince of Eternal Mercies was some nefarious figure.

She hadn't been around long enough to pass any sort of judgement, nor had she known that the other half-blood that she'd met in the Etzos Underground was in fact the very same figure that the energetic leader of the Sons of Justice so loathed. He'd been kind enough to her after their initial confrontation. Ellen'wyn couldn't help but feel a sort of kinship toward the creature. They were alike, after all. More alike than she and Gangui. It wasn't easy being part-Avriel. Few could understand such a thing.

So the mixed-blood searched and searched for those foreboding stairs that led into the dark belly of the city. The streets twisted and circled in their strange ways, and after nearly a break she finally faltered and asked for some direction. But it couldn't just be anyone--she knew that much. This was a discreet task. What with such political turmoil brewing thanks to Gangui, she didn't want any more fingers pointing at her than there already were. The wings on her back painted a large target. She'd been the victim of several attempted assaults in Foster's Landing from those select few that decided after Gangui's speech "all Avriel must now die". It hadn't been the ridiculous man's intent, but was a consequence nevertheless.

This was a back-alley sort of search, and that's where she went. It seemed in Etzos though, people were a little more willing to talk to a figure with wings, especially the closer one wandered to the Underground. The small group of eclectic but not particularly pleasant looking figures she had the luck--or maybe misfortune--of finding eyed her suspiciously but were cooperative enough, and she was on her way once more. Ellen glanced over her shoulder and saw one of them trotting off. A tall woman with a cleaver swaying from her belt. How charming.

The mixed-blood was apprehensive but their directions proved to lead her true. A familiar passage lead down into murky stone depths. Torchlight flickered from within. It wasn't an inviting sort of firelight, even the second time around. She hesitated at the threshold, feet shuffling in the dirt and feathers ruffling uneasily. She didn't know what she was expecting. Would it be a warmer welcome than last time? He'd said she could come back. She doubted he would say such a thing without meaning it. But what of the others that lurked there? Her wings drew in tight to her back--a nervous reflex.

Steeling herself after a long hesitation, Ellen finally bounded down the steps and into the gloom. Right into the chest of the Prince himself. She smacked against cold hard armor and squawked in surprise, stumbling back reflexively but overcompensated and fell flat on her rear at his feet.
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Bright Feather, Black Feather

Postby Noth » Thu Apr 26, 2018 9:06 am

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Though the hybrid himself typically refused to meet with a great majority of people, it was not altogether unusual for persons to come seeking his attention. The fact that Al’Angyryl had managed in little more than a few seasons to dominate a surprisingly vast portion of the Underground was something impressive to observe, and several dozen hardened criminals and petty sorts had decided that it was an excellent time to offer their services to the twilight hybrid and his ever-growing organization. There were thieves who would occasionally creep down into the darkness, seeking to offer their talents at pilfering and stealth to the Avriel in return for their assistance in marking viable targets and in helping them to protect their own hoard of gold. There were the constant mercenaries who had little moral obligation to fight on the proper side of the law, but who instead had long ago decided that their Immortal would be money, and that they would pray regularly to whatever granted their divine being. Scum, entrepreneurs and villainous sorts all congregated together in some unrighteous mass, seeking both the assistance of the monstrous hybrid and of his organization, and in turn offering their lives and their services to him.

Of course, the twilight hybrid could not allow such unsavory sorts to simply approach him, because it would be unbecoming for the tyrant to chit-chat and haggle with each and every unkindly soul that wandered through his proverbial doors. That was the reason that there were watchers in place who kept an eye out both for those who would cause danger or trouble for the faction, and for those who might be capable of providing some use to Al’Angyryl in its many efforts. A couple of his lieutenants in particular had been quite effective at recruiting others to their cause in a manner that was far gentler than his own rather cruel method of pressganging. Some around Headquarters had taken to referring to them as ‘Recruiters’, and whilst it was true that they technically were in many regards, they also had other responsibilities, and he didn’t think that they were quite large enough as an organization to warrant a diversification in rank and duty, though, certainly the time would eventually come.

It was a relatively rare occurrence for the hybrid himself to make an appearance, and if a situation warranted his showing his feathery hide, it was indicative enough that either something had gone terribly wrong in the negotiations, or else that he deemed whomever was meeting of importance enough to take time out of his extremely busy schedule. When the twilight hybrid had heard that the winged woman that he had met a few seasons in the past had suddenly turned up at his proverbial doorstep, he had made a moderate haste into the Underground section where she had been reporting, fully intending to escort her to wherever she needed to go, or else to at least discover what it was that she desired. There was a sort of kinship that had gradually flourished in the Avriel’s heart whenever the revelation was made that a person was a hybrid such as himself, and it was little surprise that he tended to treat them with far more kindness than others.

His thoughts were abuzz considering such notions when a light weight suddenly thudded rather awkwardly into his chest, forcing him to stumble backwards a step with a dull metallic thunk of his armor; it was an even rarer occurrence for the hybrid to meet with anyone at all, including his own soldiers, without the protective carapace. It took surprisingly little time to recognize the young woman. Humorously, they had met in the past under almost exactly similar premises, although at the time they had been altogether unfamiliar with one another, and now they at least knew a semblance of who one another were. Noth doubted that she knew much of what he involved himself with, though she could probably take a fair guess if the presence of so many rowdy and lawless characters was any indication.

“Greetings, friend. I hear that you are seeking me?” Crimson eyes narrowed somewhat at the declaration, examining and analyzing the young woman’s face for any hint of danger. “Here I am.”
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Bright Feather, Black Feather

Postby Ellen'wyn » Sun May 20, 2018 3:29 pm

Her eyes adjusted rapidly now to the gloom as she blinked up at the imposing figure standing above. Crimson eyes peered down at her, set in the dark feathered face of the Prince of Eternal Mercies. She still thought that was a silly name, but it was beside the point. Ellen climbed quickly back to her feet and unconsciously grabbed the other half-breed's metal clad arm. Her face was serious, with furrowed brows and wide eyes.

"Yes!" she said a little too loudly, and her voice echoed off the tunnel's walls. She flinched at the sound before reigning her voice in. "Yes," Ellen started again. "I have something important to discuss with you." If he was paying close enough attention he might have noticed that she spoke Common rather fluently now, though her words still carried that telltale Xanthean accent. There was no escaping that.

"Is there somewhere private we can speak?"

What would Gangui think of this? A little voice at the back of her mind wondered. He clearly hated the obsidian half-breed. Thought of him as some kind of enemy--a stain on society even. The very idea made her stomach turn. How could he? Sure, the Prince was an intimidating figure and probably very dangerous. Gangui himself was likely just as dangerous in his own ways. But evil? He had been kind to Ellen. She felt a kinship toward him. It seemed to win out over any sort of loyalty she might have for Gangui. Gangui was her friend, but he was also a huge pain in her ass at the moment. So she needed to get both sides of the story, hence her current company.

"Something is going on in Foster's Landing," the redhead pressed. "I don't know if you've caught wind of it yet, but it isn't good."

Unconsciously she glanced over her shoulder, back toward the sunlight spilling down the steps that led into the Underground. As if the mob might have followed her all the way here. A silly notion, but after some of the things she'd heard and been through the past several trials, the mixed-blood was paranoid.
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Postby Noth » Fri May 25, 2018 9:47 am

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It was somewhat strange how quickly Ellen had grown to trust enough in the twilight hybrid to warrant making physical contact with him, considered the murderous Avriel as the woman plucked herself free from the floor, using his metallic arm to assist in her upwards ascent. After all, most persons when they met him were filled with dread and terror at his mere presence, and yet it seemed as though the fact that the two were both Half-Avriel had been enough to warrant banishment of any fear from the foolish girl’s heart. It was true that there was a certain kinship attached with being a member of the hunted and abused species, but it would be foolish to assume that they were each and all allies and friends because of their shared bloodline.

His question was quickly answered with a shrieking affirmative which was rapidly dimmed by the girl, her echoes lashing out across the relatively empty tunnels as the sound bounced across cobblestone, seeking an escape from the winding tomb of the Underground. She questioned whether or not there was somewhere private where the pair were capable of speaking, and the Avriel nodded, outstretching a metallic gauntlet towards one of the many tunnels and beginning to lead her to what would appear to be a relatively small room built into the tunnels at some indeterminate time. Scuff marks and scrapes upon the walls made it clear that it had once been a storage area, likely for some of the food and water that the citizens of Etzos believed were still present beneath them in the event of a siege.

The chamber was utterly silent, an absolute void of noise. The winds that occasionally raked across the tunnels beneath were silenced with the shuddering of a single creaking wooden door. No water dripped and marred the absolute stillness with its presence, nor did any huff of breath emanate from the metallic armet of the Avriel, and he stood numbly, crimson eyes gazing upon the young woman as she finally shattered the stillness with speech of something occurring in the midst of Foster’s Landing. The hybrid’s head twisted ever so slightly to the side as he considered whether or not the woman had come to spy for him, to bring him information about the activities of Foster’s Landing, and a wicked grin spread across his face even underneath the metal helmet.

The room was not very far from the surface steps, and though the door had been shuttered somewhat to prevent any intrusive noises, he thought he could see the woman gazing out at the faintest ripples of sunlight, as though expecting something to arrive from the steps. That was curious, considered the Avriel who promptly reached forward and closed the door completely with a crackle not altogether akin to stone being shattered by a pickaxe. The place was shrouded in an intense darkness, and the hybrid outstretched one of his metallic gauntlets to the nearby wall, running it across the harsh stone with a shriek of metal and a flurry of sparks, igniting a nearby candle wick which had been held close to the point of contact, alleviating the shadowy absence.

Noth glanced once more at Ellen, nodding his head towards her once as if to urge her to speak further on the subject as he went about lighting the room.
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Bright Feather, Black Feather

Postby Ellen'wyn » Wed Jun 06, 2018 4:29 pm

Ellen could tolerate being alone in a room with the Prince. All she had to do was not make direct eye contact for long and it seemed she could keep a stranglehold on some semblance of courage to speak with him. But it seemed her own paranoia goaded him into action. He slammed the door behind her without notice and she jumped in the sudden darkness. Even her keen eyesight could barely pick out shapes in that blackness. The Prince had completely disappeared in the gloom, and the redhead held her breath, refusing to make a sound, ears straining.

There was a screech of metal on stone and a spray of sparks. The woman flinched away from the sudden flare, and only faltered when a small flame came to life on the candle sitting beside the Prince. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought he could surely hear it in the following moments. Ellen licked her lips and shifted uncomfortably. She glanced around unconsciously, and finally met his crimson gaze for just a beat before her eyes focused resolutely on the shiny forehead of his helmet.

Ellen reached into the neckline of her shirt and pulled out a rumpled piece of paper. She unfolded it, looked at it for a breath, then held it out to the other half-breed. When he went to examine it he would see the sketched feathered face of what was supposed to be his likeness, though whether or not it was accurate she was unsure. Still, the information scratched around the portrait was unmistakable. The half-breed continued as he read over the front and back.

"I heard everything at the rally. Some people decided they want to get rid of anything that resembles you, or any Avriel." Her features dropped a little. There was no need to go into details of what they'd tried to do to her. She had a feeling he would understand the implied meaning in the words. "The Sons of Justice passed these out and started hanging them up all around the town. I wanted to--" What did she want? Ellen hesitated. "I wanted to come ask you about it."

Ellen was not a frail thing, but there was a naive innocence about her that was unmistakable. She was desperate to believe that despite appearances and possible shady dealings, that the Prince of Eternal Mercies was not evil. Because then maybe she wasn't a monster either.

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Cuckoo
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10,000 Gold Nel

Cuckoo and his controllers, the evil Immortals, have been assaulting Etzori liberty. Since the controllers of this low level psychopath are making themselves known through him, we are calling everyone in our great society and across Idalos to plaster this flier across every town and building.

All the slaves held by this disgusting tyrant will be granted freedom upon capture.

A pardon will be granted to any criminal who turns this sniveling sociopath.

Individuals found aiding and abetting Cuckoo despite knowledge of this leaflet will be treated as traitors.

The reward will be payed out in full to the individual who hands over this miscreant to the Sons of Justice Tower in Foster's Landing.

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Bright Feather, Black Feather

Postby Noth » Mon Jun 18, 2018 2:43 pm

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Believe In Dark Wings




What had been an attempt to quell any fears that might have resided within his guest’s heart had clearly manufactured even further terrors. He didn’t quite see the jump which was elicited by his sudden closure of the doorway, though he could hear the gentle scraping noise as she propelled herself into what he could only assume was cautious awareness. It was a completely understandable response, considered the Avriel, knowing quite well that he was simultaneously dreadful to gaze upon, and ultimately responsible for a great deal of documented violence in the area. To not react with at least some semblance of caution and paranoia when entrapped in his presence would be indicative of a mental deficiency typically reserved only for the excessively aged or for the youthful ignorance that clung to the hearts of children.

Crimson eyes stared straight ahead at the woman, awaiting an answer from her as to why she had chosen to locate him. Their last encounter had ended on a suitably neutral note, and he had even deigned to be altruistic at the time as opposed to hopelessly antagonistic, though, that seemed to be little reason for her to decide to make a return venture into the depths of oblivion solely to reconcile once more with the feathered fiend. No, her purpose for arriving was quickly revealed as she untangled a crumpled sheet of paper or parchment, and unfolded it for his own perusal. He was aware almost immediately of what would be imprinted upon the paper, even before he met what was a crude impression of his own visage. Nevertheless, despite knowing the words by heart, he retrieved the paper, his expression flickering with falsified… surprise? It was a deception, certainly, and an easier one to employ since the majority of his face was concealed underneath the metallic armet, and he merely had to focus on his voice and body language.

She further elaborated, making it known to him that there had apparently been a rally which held the focus of eliminating him. That wasn’t entirely too surprising, though he hadn’t quite expected for such things to have arisen from the civilian population so much as from the local law enforcement and other governmental agencies. It was inevitable that there would be at least some measure of conflict with them in the seasons preceding their eventual discontinuation and absorption into the new governing force of Al’Angyryl. It seemed that the young woman had not quite determined for herself what exactly the purpose of her visit was beyond perhaps ascertaining whether or not he was aware of the pamphlet.

The Avriel, for his part, simply shook his head, allowing a low sigh to elicit free from the metallic shell he wore upon his dome, his lips curled inside of it in what must certainly have sounded like regret. “I knew that they would take action at some point… but so soon, and so harshly? How treacherous of them…” He uttered, leaning back against the wall and giving the impression of someone seeing something utterly devastating for the first time, of having been betrayed by someone close.

“Gangui. He and I worked together in the past. It was not… pleasant or civilized work, but it was nothing detrimental either. There were occasionally skirmishes between the Etzori and the Rhakrosii. We met on happenstance, and made an agreement that I would share all of the golden nels which I discovered upon the abandoned corpses, and that he would provide a distraction with his mount so that we might escape any issue.” The hybrid shook his head. “I held to my side of that agreement, but clearly the man’s greed has gotten the better of him, and he seeks what little I retained now under the guise that I am some dreadful abomination. I have done a great many reprehensible deeds, certainly, but only because I have been pushed to that point by those who persecute.”

“What of you, Ellen? Has Gangui sent you to kill me?” He questioned suddenly, his hand immediately dropping for the mace at his side, though he didn’t actually believe the words.




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