• Closed • [Moderated] Sanctuary

This is a city located on the coast of western Idalos and stands as a pillar of light against the dark cliff faces surrounding it. Ne'haer is considered a port city for ships as well as the last stop for most seafarers adventuring to locate the Iulure Isles. For this, it is nicknamed "Death's Door". In contrast to its nickname, this city focuses mostly on religious values and rituals for the protection of the immortals watching over their city. Ne'haer is also a city booming with trade and nobility, as well as jobs and plenty of opportunities to advance in skills and crafts.

Moderators: Chronicle, Harpy


[Moderated] Sanctuary

Postby Incubus » Sun Sep 25, 2016 4:40 pm

Image
The Immortal listened and nodded as both Niv and Inali spoke. The Tunawa was interesting, to be sure, firstly to be employed by the government for such a high profile case and secondly to be proposing a deceptive or faked death for the accused. Thetros smiled as she spoke and prepared the ultimate con; imitating his voice as they worked up a ruse. But he shook his head at both of them, knowing that while their intentions were good, they were misled by believing that lies would fix this situation. "No," he replied, resoundingly. "That will not be the path we take. Though I do care for Ne'haer, deception leads to dark things. It is not who I am - and it's no longer who Rigo wants to be." He shook his head. The Immortal's plans were already decided - their help was not necessary. This went beyond that.

He would begin to explain. "As an Immortal, I have the ability - like all of my kind - to open pathways through Emea. If I wanted to, I could have already whisked away this man and all the rest of my followers from this place. We could have gone anywhere, from Uthaldria to Andaris. This was not about escaping, running. For you see," the man eyed Ilied as he fumed in the corner, "even though I want to take him from this insanity, he does not want to leave." The Immortal shook his head. "He doesn't want to run. To live as a coward. He doesn't want to hide from his mistakes in this city. He wants to face them - which is why we remain. He has no solution, only a lost need for repentance. That's why you're all here."

His eyes stayed trained on the angry man, the one he considered his own, born of Uthaldria to the northwest. It was as if he had never heard of the Immortal his home city hailed as God - the man who would do anything to protect his kind from harm and bring them to the light. The man who would sometimes go outside of the law to get what he wanted, fully believing that his reasons were moral and justified.

Thetros knew that sometimes he broke through the concept of morality to get what he wanted, and perhaps he was doing so right now. He imagined that was why the Uthaldrian was passionately angry, rather than pleased, unwanting to partake in these deceptive negotiations. Whether he knew who Thetros was or not, and of his firm protection of his flock, his moral disagreement with this conversation was clear. The Immortal could not merely ignore that - Ilied's thoughts had value, and the majority consensus was not enough.

Truthfully, despite Ilied's evident disagreement with his method of presentation, the Immortal was not upset. The Uthaldrian's anger and discomfort did not spawn a similar reaction from the Immortal before him. No - instead he was impressed. The man clearly had an evolved sense of justice, incapable of being persuaded by the words of the powerful entity before him. He didn't fear Thetros' wrath like the others did - or merely want to seek the 'easy' solution. Instead, he wanted justice, unadulterated by words and promises. The Immortal respected his anger. Passion, in all things, was his domain. And Ilied's passion thrived - his beliefs were strong.

Or, his neurosis, which intrigued the Immortal nonetheless. With a short sigh, Thetros stood from his seat. "Inali and Niv, could you two please leave the room for a moment?" he requested, an apologetic look covering his lower face as he glanced at the Tunawa and Eidisi. His eyes returned to the human man - Ilied Loraeva, a man Thetros slowly stepped towards until he was leaning over his seat, the two of them not far apart. "There's an issue, is there not? In the way I'm presenting my case. In the way I've performed my actions against the criminal justice system. Tell me, Ilied, what injustice is at hand here? How would you like to see this end?"
The RulesRynmereOfficeUthaldria
Image
User avatar
Incubus
Prophet of Old
 
Posts: 816
Joined: Thu Aug 18, 2016 9:33 am
Location: Rynmere, Uthaldria
Race: Prophet
Profession: Storyteller - Rank 2
Fame: 0
Office
Player Review
Personal Journal
Templates
Medals: 10
Contributor of the Month (1) Guest on Live Chat! (1) World Developer (1) Artíst (1)
Vlogger Extraordinaire (1) Mentor (1) Supporter (1) Review Master (1)
One Arc Later... (1) Holy Tax Accountant (1)

[Moderated] Sanctuary

Postby Inali » Sun Sep 25, 2016 5:20 pm

Image
Inali shrugged. Deception did lead to dark things, but in this instance she could only see good coming from their plan. There were hundreds of murders that occurred every season across Idalos. More attention was given to the work of serial killers, the murder of the young, and the death of those too frail to stand up for themselves. If they lied to the city, Rigo would be gone and there would be one less killer on the streets. A measure of calm would return. As Thetros criticized her suggestion, she allowed her gaze to shift to the Biqaj standing a few feet away.

Rigo made little sense to the Eidisi. While she understood how he had been influenced by his environment, she did not understand his desperate desire to stay in Ne’haer. Her own home had rejected her, in a way, and she had left. Niv had found herself in Ne’haer from another place – one far more traumatic than the white walled lake city. At Thetros’ question, the Eidisi rose slowly, allowing Niv a moment to adjust herself as needed, before leaving out the still open door of the small room. Inali looked over her left shoulder and spoke,

“We’ll be in the auditorium, then. Good luck.”

In truth, the latter part of her statement was hollow. When dealing with Immortals, there was no luck involved. The Immortal made their decision and the rest of them were expected to follow it or risk dying like the guard who had dared cross the line at the edge of the Hall. When Inali reached the auditorium a few trills later, she sighed loudly and sat on the floor, rolling her back against the cold wall that surrounded the large room. She sat in silence for awhile, wondering how the citizens of Ne’haer would process the outcome of this meeting. If Rigo was not killed, it would embolden some of the extremists that were on the edge – they would use Rigo’s freedom as the impetus to enact their own plans, even if they lacked the mark that had kept the Biqaj safe. Some citizens would forget about the occurrence and simply return to their lives. They would hug their children and be glad that it was all over. A smaller group would never forget, and they would hound every decision made by the Council with cries of: “You couldn’t even keep one killer locked up – why should we trust you?”

Inali sighed and rubbed her eyes for a few moments before addressing the Tunawa at her shoulder.

“We’re not dead, at least.”

She searched her thoughts, wishing there was something more to say. If they were in a tavern or the Lochgrass Gardens, Inali would have told the Tunawa how much she had admired the plan to throw her voice. Still, they were not out of the Hall yet, and such thoughts would have to wait.
User avatar
Inali
Approved Character
 
Posts: 302
Joined: Fri Aug 26, 2016 4:18 pm
Race: Eídisi
Profession: Tutor & Cryptographer
Fame: +35
Character Sheet
Prophets' Notes
Templates
Medals: 7
Helper (1) Peer Reviewer (1) Mentor (1) Supporter (1)
Survivor (1) Lol Worthy (1) Vhalar 716 (1)

[Moderated] Sanctuary

Postby Ilied Loraeva » Sun Sep 25, 2016 7:17 pm

Even as their discussion turned, Ilied felt no hope and saw no difference. As predicted, Thetros would do what he wanted. His insistence on speaking on Rigo's behalf began to bother him more than it should; it wasn't as if Ilied cared much for the excuses the killer himself had to say, even now that his life was exposed to them all. Still, Thetros's brassy methods had a way of digging at him.

Thetros made his reveal. The game was over, yet he still continued to play with them. More of a waste of time than salt in a wound, Ilied was content that the situation was over. As Rauve had said, they'd let Rigo go if they needed to, and frankly there wasn't much stopping Thetros and his kin from passing through the fabrics of reality. That was content; that was until Thetros spoke of Rigo's plan in the matter. Distrust for Thetros began to swell in Ilied's spirit. He was in their minds the whole while, it seemed to Ilied. The transgressions of the Immortal began to supersede those of Rigo and his cult. Unlike mortals, Thetros was not bound to the laws of men, not simply those they governed themselves by, but the reality of their existence too. It seemed to Ilied that Thetros would never understand the impact of his actions, and continually fail to fully empathize with mortality. There was nothing that could be hidden from them.

Then the request came. It cut like a blade of ice into Ilied's stomach, stabbing deep and taking any and all harbored warmth or strength. Someone would die. The thought played in his mind, yet they had made it this far. He never suspected… Even the fantasy of death that played out in his mind for arcs long past, it never struck him like this. Ne'haer had brought so much potential and promise to things getting better, and now, somehow, the past had caught up to him. All of Ilied's fear surfaced, and his longing for and end stopped short. He wanted to live. Really, truly, he wanted to live. He didn't want this, he didn't want this…

Ilied started shaking as Inali wished him luck. He'd be ashes in a moment. Gripping hard to the chair, he listened intently. He was surrounded on all sides. He wanted to close his eyes and let it be over, to wake up, to run, but he was stuck. Thetros's demeanor, for all its warmth, made no sense to Ilied. It was the biggest ruse they had all witnessed. A guardian of murderers, Ilied knew nothing about what the other followers of Thetros were capable of. And it dawned on him, in that instant too, how many others there were, and how many mortals may have sworn their allegiances. Inali or Niv, he just learned, being among them, branded like chattel. For the longest time, Ilied thought, he feared the Immortals for their power, their undisputable domain over the things they were born of. But now, as Thetros demonstrated, there was something greater to fear of them: their own follies. Like the men, women, and children of the world, they were imperfect and capable of fault, guarding a would-be repentant murderer among the count of mistakes to be made. The reality of childhood myths and stories began to come to realization.

How would he like it to end? Was it another trick? Could he really lie or hide anything from Thetros as it was? Still gripping, Ilied felt his breath slow. He wanted to cry, but couldn't. To curl up, to plead mercy, to run again, but no. He swallowed, looking around, half-peeking behind him to find Inali, Niv, or their escort, up at Rigo's silhouette or Thetros's feet.

"I- just," puffs of air were all that were escaping. Ilied closed his eyes. "Whether you're sorry for your actions or not, you still killed people, Rigo." His words were hushed, believing fully in the helplessness of the situation. "You took what wasn't yours, just like those who took from you, things that can never be returned. You made a choice, every single time you did…whatever it was you did. You're no better, and – from what I know of forgiveness – you've done the unforgivable."

Ilied bit his tongue. In the privacy of his mind, and that of Thetros's, Ilied did wish for retribution upon Rigo, the haunting of whatever screams and faces stained his soul for the rest of his days. His fantasies were not totally without heart. Ilied imagined what could have been for Rigo too, had he been born luckier, or if he did run. To discredit his own agency in the deaths of others though, to excuse him because of the world around him, was foreign.

"And you, Thetros. You…destroyed a man. On top of that, you would claim responsibility for this man. You know fully well what is right, by Ne'haer's standards. He chose to stay and subject himself to the laws of the city. If you know what you do, then you know he could have left as easily as I left Uthaldria. If you won't let him stand trial for his crimes, then…" Ilied hovered at the thought. He knew fully well it was wrong to condemn another. He had, in his youth, condemned endlessly to no avail. What shone true instead, unfailingly, was sacrifice. "Would none of his 'kin' take his place? Would y-" no, to imply Thetros subject himself as mortals did would risk provoking too much. Tension spread through his body as he recalled what Thetros could do, what was now living memory. The Immortal surely saw right through him. Even if Rigo was delivered to justice, Thetros would think himself a victim of theft. There was no way to bring balance to justice.

Futility became the obsession of his thoughts. There was no correct choice (nor any wrong one). The stake Ilied, Inali, and Niv had in this circumstance had been warped. They were made pawns just as well as any. They were all pawns. Ilied rested his eyes on Thetros's feet and took a breath as best he could to calm himself.

"Whatever your choice, Thetros, if you 've seen as I've seen, you know as well as I that Ne'haer expects salvation by your hand, or the return of a man called Rigo Zyl'Amaq. It's not our place to judge, is it? If he knows what he's done, and wants to return, then there's no stopping him. It's his choice. I don't want to decide who lives or dies, if that's what you're asking. It's not- there's no one, singular fault to correct. I…" He was rambling, he thought, and silenced himself. Ilied found, at last, that he had nothing left to say. The experience had shook his foundations in ways he did not ask for, and just in that instance alone there was no way he could point blame and make amends. All they could do was move on, were they lucky enough to still have the chance to.
User avatar
Ilied Loraeva
Approved Character
 
Posts: 78
Joined: Sat Apr 30, 2016 11:41 pm
Location: Ne'haer, Western Idalos
Race: Human
Fame: +20
Character Sheet
Prophets' Notes
Plot Notes
Medals: 4
World Developer (1) Helper (1) Painting With Words (1) Vhalar 716 (1)

[Moderated] Sanctuary

Postby Incubus » Sun Sep 25, 2016 8:09 pm

Image
As the man called out to Rigo, the biqaj's eyes rose. He had blue eyes and dark brown hair. His face was tan, but clear. Evidently, he could have been attractive if he was not swollen from tears and disappointment; if his eyes were not followed by bags for his lack of sleep. Things had been challenging of late. They always were for the guilty. "I did kill people," the man spoke. His voice sounded surprisingly juvenile - in truth, he was quite young. Only barely a man.

"For that, I can never be forgiven, as Father said. That's why I'm here." He grimaced. "I have no deep attachment to my life," Rigo explained. "We're not here because of my will to be alive. We're not here because Father wishes to protect me. We're here because I never - I never got to explore the life people like you lead. The memories we all shared between one another. I saw the blue-haired girl, with family, with friends. I saw the forest creature dancing with the wind. I saw you, free, in Uthaldria with a life of your own. One you had the freedom to leave. I never had that, Ilied," he said his name.

The man's eyes began to swell with tears. "Even just being here now, in this place, supported by my family - by the man I would now call my Father - it's been infinitely fulfilling. It's given me a singular moment of clarity after years of this . . . filth I called life." Rigo, in a moment of anger, slammed on the wall.

"But it's not enough!" he exclaimed. "I've endured for all my life only to have it all end - to have a legacy of a killer, the life of a fiend, the joy of a monster spat on by God. I know I did horrible things to those people - and I regretted it from the first. I was misled, by myself and others. I was a monster. I am a monster. And that's how everyone wants me to live, and that's how they want me to die!" The biqaj loosed full tears now, falling from his eyes. He was clearly filled with emotion - rage, sadness, disappointment, fear.

Thetros moved from Ilied's side to embrace his follower, turning the man around and burying Rigo's head into his shoulder. "Don't worry, Rigo," the Immortal whispered in calm, "it'll work itself out."

After a few moments spent calming him down, the man's gaze returned to the human. He kept one arm around his follower's shoulder, while his other arm was free and his chest faced the Uthaldrian man. "Your greatest challenge here, Ilied, is something that I can see clear as day. You evaluate me based on the standards of what an Immortal should be. Always perfect, always just, always impartial. But I can never be that person, my friend." He shook his head. "Why did I kill that man? Because I vowed to burn those who came too close, and he did. I am not a God, so I cannot know perfect mercy, just as I don't know perfect morality. Instead I can know only my own values - and of all my brothers and sisters, I fall closest to mankind in our mutual imperfections. I don't know, I believe. I believe in forgiveness, Ilied, even for the worst sinners. I believe in mortals and their ability to change. I believe that everyone alive should have a chance to know love, to know peace, to know harmony with the world they live in. I don't believe these things as an Immortal. I believe these things as a man."

He rubbed his hand through Rigo's hair, stepping away from his follower to meet Ilied face to face. Again, they looked at one another, from across the desk as the Immortal returned himself to his seat.

"You believe, too, as a man. In perfect justice. In unforgivable sin. In your mind, such a thing exists. In my mind, it does not. That's what it all comes down to, in the end, my dear. That's what the mind is - a matter of perspective. Yours is as beautiful as my own. I cherish it. So . . ." The Immortal reached out, seeking to take the man's hand. "Walk with me. Let me see the brilliance of your perspectives without the anger and the cloudiness. Counsel me on the way I handle this matter. We can work this out together - you just have to trust me." His eyes requested faith in him - he sought to understand Ilied, to meet with his mind and find a balance for this situation. It was through discourse that they would find the answer they needed - a solution to this mess that all would be happy with. Thetros sought that answer, as difficult as it would be.

He was not here to play games, but to defend his children and walk the difficult path to forgiveness.
The RulesRynmereOfficeUthaldria
Image
User avatar
Incubus
Prophet of Old
 
Posts: 816
Joined: Thu Aug 18, 2016 9:33 am
Location: Rynmere, Uthaldria
Race: Prophet
Profession: Storyteller - Rank 2
Fame: 0
Office
Player Review
Personal Journal
Templates
Medals: 10
Contributor of the Month (1) Guest on Live Chat! (1) World Developer (1) Artíst (1)
Vlogger Extraordinaire (1) Mentor (1) Supporter (1) Review Master (1)
One Arc Later... (1) Holy Tax Accountant (1)

[Moderated] Sanctuary

Postby Niv » Sun Sep 25, 2016 9:25 pm

ImageIt was clear to Niv that she had misspoken, Ilied had glared at her and Inali with disgust and the Immortal sent them away. Niv assumed her error was getting involved in matters beyond her understanding. All the things that were happening around her were certainly far out of her realm of expertise. Niv was new to this city but even then she was a creature of the wilds, politics simply weren’t her forte.

“I thot we gonna be set ta flames fa sure” Niv let out a deep sigh of relief. “I hope Lily es okai, I wonder wat day talk about.”
It seemed to Niv, like Ilied knew more about this situation than her and Inali did. The women of yellow grass and the angry council members seemed to take special interest in the human and now he had intrigued the Immortal as well. The Tunawa could only wonder what special secrets the boy kept in his head that he wasn’t sharing, It was something she would have to question the human about when she saw him next.

It was also likely that the immortal felt that the the murderer would rather listen to a human then what he considered abominations. Niv found it hard to believe that anyone would go out of their way to kill others because of the way they looked but Rigo was one of those people. When Niv was being told about the Murderer, She pictured a terrifying beast of a man with sharp teeth and piercing red eyes that hungered for blood. What she saw was a fairly typical man, that she could encounter anywhere. Niv hadn’t seen the men that captured her but this realization that they likely looked like everyone else sent a tiny jolt of fear through her tiny frame.
“When yew knowd when somebody bad… Rugo look same as otder people.”
Art credit to Kidchan
User avatar
Niv
Lemon Tree Freeloader
 
Posts: 642
Joined: Sat May 21, 2016 1:16 pm
Race: Tunawa
Profession: Tiny Sage
Fame: +101
Character Sheet
Prophets' Notes
Plot Notes
Personal Journal
Templates
Medals: 17
Reviewer's Choice (1) Helper (1) Peer Reviewer (1) Artíst (1)
Painting With Words (1) Vlogger Extraordinaire (1) Guild Master (1) Beta Bot (1)
One Arc Later... (1) Pioneer (2) ...ow. (1) Lol Worthy (1)
Idalos Awards 2016 (1) Holiday Event 2016 (1) Crush The Reviews! 717 (1) Event Medal (1)

[Moderated] Sanctuary

Postby Ilied Loraeva » Sun Sep 25, 2016 11:08 pm

Rigo's plea to Ilied failed to evoke much more than pity. His mind was made up. He thought he saw now something else in Rigo. It wasn't that his act would be unforgivable. It seemed instead he'd never be able to forgive himself. That's what made it unforgivable, Ilied figured. There was no use in comparing their lives. From the moment of their birth they were different, that every kiss or hiss of wind might have shaped them to this moment. Ilied watched Thetros try piecing Rigo back together. Above all else, maybe that was the difference between the two, how one was broken and the other, perhaps just scratched. For all of Ilied's potential gratitude, he couldn't help but feel repulsed by what Rigo had become.

Though Thetros has broken the city's laws, it became clearer that he did not act in a totally unfair manner. The more he saw Thetros, the better he understood how much he meant to act, though anyone on the "outside" probably couldn't see it. Parental felt like a good word to Ilied. In his own imagination, he wondered once in a while how he'd react to the nightmares that could ever plague his would-be children. They came rarely, though they haunting him for hours without sleep, but still gave Ilied a sample of what wrath any father might unleash. Or, as Ilied corrected himself, what any father should. Rigo had looked past much of Ilied's life, though by comparison the valleys of Ilied's may have been mountains to Rigo. Maybe Thetros was right. It seemed clear he would never heal or forgive himself in the confines of a cell, but he might have a chance away from here. It seemed certain he would never forget his trespasses either.

Ilied was calm now. Having thought he would die to be met with this was a relief above all, though there was some shock to it. He was able to look Thetros in the eyes now and see him plainly. The passion of his words energized every fiber in his face and movement. He did believe, Ilied concluded. Still, he thought of Rigo, and how blinding it could be. Ilied did not understand how such a step could remove the haze of anger. Or, maybe, it didn't, but instead created a space where that emotional upheaval was safe. To trust, that was. Ilied reached out his hand.

But it stopped, and retracted. Ilied's face was more lifted then his begrudging looks from before. His eyes were wider now, though his lids hung a little lower than usual.

"I don't think I can do that, Thetros." He knew he could, but he didn't want to. He knew nothing of where his life would go, but even at a glance at Rigo told him this was not his fate. Not now, at least. He didn't want to walk with the broken. He didn't want to forgive the offenses of others. He did want justice, of some sort. Even as Thetros promised the harmonic existence of their differences, he rejected it. Thetros was wrong. Ilied's hands settled in his lap. He looked down at the desk once more.

"I think me and my friends would like to go home now. It's probably best if you all were to leave too." Ilied knew they failed the council's impossible mission, but he seemed relieved at the thought. Even if they did their best, as they had, there was nothing to be done with the matter. Thetros would do as he pleased, or more accurately, as he promised. Ilied could respect that. To ask for his trust however was foolhardy still. For all the trust Thetros demonstrated, Ilied didn't feel as safe as he'd like. Restraint, an agenda, a thousand excuses and more as to why Thetros behaved the way he did came to mind. The truth could be one he'd never know, and he accepted that. He had done nothing to earn Ilied's trust, and Ilied could not see what interests of Thetros's his thoughts or actions had piqued. He was afraid, surely, but most of all he could not ignore the intuitive whispers of his mind that told him no, this was not his path.

Ilied looked up to Thetros. Maybe one day they could talk under better circumstances. Maybe that would be best. For now, however, Ilied was tired and worn. So much had happened at once. Only now it seemed the sharp clarity of his awareness had faded. He'd be able to go on against after this. Perhaps Rigo would be able to as well.

"Thetros, one more thing. If you'd please deliver a message. I think, for all of us again, I'd like to apologize to the man in the tent. We didn't know what the guard was doing, and when we walked in to find him, no one seemed to know what to do. Inali spoke up, but really we should have done something sooner. I'm sorry for that." Ilied hesitated to bow his head. He wanted to get up and walk out, and by all means felt that he could, but instead he waited, feeling Thetros might have some last bit to say. He owed Thetros that much, in exchange for the chance he gave Ilied to speak his peace.
User avatar
Ilied Loraeva
Approved Character
 
Posts: 78
Joined: Sat Apr 30, 2016 11:41 pm
Location: Ne'haer, Western Idalos
Race: Human
Fame: +20
Character Sheet
Prophets' Notes
Plot Notes
Medals: 4
World Developer (1) Helper (1) Painting With Words (1) Vhalar 716 (1)

[Moderated] Sanctuary

Postby Incubus » Sun Sep 25, 2016 11:40 pm

Image
The Immortal smiled faintly as Ilied replied. He was not bothered by the rejection of his request - in honesty, he half expected it. To know Ilied's state of mind was important. It was perhaps the most important thing about this exchange. Thetros reached out to grab his hand before it pulled back completely. He did not tug, or grip tightly. It was a gentle grasp.

"You walk alone, Ilied," he spoke. "Alone in this city, away from home. You feel that isolation. It's clear. These comrades brought with you don't know you - no one here really knows you. You're afraid." As the man told Ilied of what he knew of him, the man would be lit with a warm feeling. On his back, to the left shoulderblade, would appear markings - a feather splitting into birds, fluttering around, animated before they returned to the form of the feather again. On and on, it looped, though with the sway of emotion the tempo would change.

"It doesn't have to be that way, always. There's a better life ahead. Come to me when your burden grows too heavy, my son. I'll be there for you like I would anyone else." He allowed Ilied to leave. Shortly after the man would leave the room, Thetros would follow, greeting the other two. He'd tell them of his chosen plan, decided upon by both he and Rigo: to fight this battle within Ne'haer's law system. He informed them that a trial was never given to Rigo, and revealed his intentions to inquire upon whether or not the city would be prone to the idea of releasing Rigo into Thetros' care for rehabilitation, far away from the city. He took Inali, Niv and Ilied's suggestions seriously, and thanked them all for their time.

Before seeing them off, he gave each of them a gift, though Ilied's gift was now a part of him rather than an external thing. As they would leave the hall, the barrier would cease to be, and negotiations would begin between the government and the Immortal's kin.
The RulesRynmereOfficeUthaldria
Image
User avatar
Incubus
Prophet of Old
 
Posts: 816
Joined: Thu Aug 18, 2016 9:33 am
Location: Rynmere, Uthaldria
Race: Prophet
Profession: Storyteller - Rank 2
Fame: 0
Office
Player Review
Personal Journal
Templates
Medals: 10
Contributor of the Month (1) Guest on Live Chat! (1) World Developer (1) Artíst (1)
Vlogger Extraordinaire (1) Mentor (1) Supporter (1) Review Master (1)
One Arc Later... (1) Holy Tax Accountant (1)

[Moderated] Sanctuary

Postby Incubus » Sun Sep 25, 2016 11:45 pm

Image
Inali

Knowledge
Location: Hall of Lost Repentance
Immortal: Thetros
Thetros: The Father
Thetros: Willing to use force
Thetros: Protective
Rigo Zyl’Amaq: Racial Purist
Rigo Zyl’Amaq: Misguided
Antony Fransse: Councilman of Minaih
Antony Fransse: Welcoming Individual
Thalin Glaurid: Councilman of Minaih
Thalin Glaurid: A Wise Man
Rauve de Visci: Councilman of Minaih
Rauve de Visci: Pragmatic Individual
Negotiation: Being Frank
Etiquette: Compliance
Etiquette: Necessary Silence
Negotiation: Hearing Their Side
Persuasion: Emphasizing The Situation
Negotiation: Choosing the right course
Kohanu Meissen: Captain of the Guard
Location: Ne’haer Sewers
Intelligence: Using art and letters to exchange information
Thetros: Powerful Defensive Magic
Thetros: Reader of Memories
Days in Viden, Returned
Thetros: Appearance
Stare Down: Allows one to think clearly
Stare Down: Painful in the presence of a murderer
Thetros: Calm Man
Thetros: Progenitor of Psychology
Rigo’s Past
Persuasion: Seeking a compromise
Persuasion: Appealing to the powerful
Thetros: Resolution

Loot: The Memory Globe
An artifact granted by the Immortal Thetros. This globe can essentially record images within it that can be waded through at a later date. Images can be stored infinitely - Inali’s memories will correspond with the globe and seek out the particular images she seeks. This can record continuous, audible images (videos) as well. It does not need to be carried, and essentially floats beside Inali and records things as she wills.

166 gn, 7 sn
Injuries: N/A
Fame: +10

Story 9/10
Collaboration 5/5
Structure 5/5

Niv

Knowledge
Location: Hall of Lost Repentance
Immortal: Thetros
Thetros: The Father
Thetros: Willing to use force
Thetros: Protective
Rigo Zyl’Amaq: Racial Purist
Rigo Zyl’Amaq: Misguided
Antony Fransse: Councilman of Minaih
Antony Fransse: Welcoming Individual
Thalin Glaurid: Councilman of Minaih
Thalin Glaurid: A Wise Man
Rauve de Visci: Councilman of Minaih
Rauve de Visci: Pragmatic Individual
Dancing: Feeling the Rhythm
Singing: Using Emotions
Etiquette: Compliance
Etiquette: Necessary Silence
Negotiation: Hearing Their Side
Negotiation: Using Moral Guidelines
Negotiation: Choosing the right course
Kohanu Meissen: Captain of the Guard
Location: Ne’haer Sewers
Intelligence: Using art and letters to exchange information
Thetros: Powerful Defensive Magic
Thetros: Reader of Memories
Your Traumatic Past
Thetros: Appearance
Thetros: Calm Man
Thetros: Progenitor of Psychology
Rigo’s Past
Deception: Faking Death
Thetros: Resolution

Loot: Sphere of Sanctuary
A very small trinket. Normally a ring, it fits around Niv’s waist perfectly as a belt, the item molded by Thetros to flex around her waist for mobility. When Niv fears greatly for her life, the ring will spawn a magical sphere around her - like a force-field - that will follow her movements and protect her from all harm for no longer than thirty trills. It will not be triggered more than once per seven trials. As an additional effect, Niv can partially mentally control the sphere from within it and fling or roll it across surfaces to make an escape. If this ring is given to another, it will work differently for them.

166gn, 7 sn
Injuries: N/A
Fame: +10

Story 9/10
Collaboration 5/5
Structure 5/5

Ilied

Knowledge
Location: Hall of Lost Repentance
Immortal: Thetros
Thetros: The Father
Thetros: Willing to use force
Thetros: Protective
Rigo Zyl’Amaq: Racial Purist
Rigo Zyl’Amaq: Misguided
Rauve de Visci: Councilman of Minaih
Rauve de Visci: Pragmatic Individual
Thalin Glaurid: Councilman of Minaih
Thalin Glaurid: A Wise Man
Deimos: Manager of the Bank of Ne’haer
Nathaniel: The Cocky Cousin
Detection: Discerning Differences in Demeanor
Thetros: Loved Internationally
Etiquette: Compliance
Negotiation: Hearing Their Side
Etiquette: Necessary Silence
Negotiation: Understanding Terms
Negotiation: Choosing the right course
Kohanu Meissen: Captain of the Guard
Location: Ne’haer Sewers
Intelligence: Using art and letters to exchange information
Thetros: Powerful Defensive Magic
Thetros: Reader of Memories
Thetros: Knows You
Chaotic Memories, Revealed
Thetros: Appearance
Thetros: Calm Man
Thetros: Progenitor of Psychology
Rigo’s Past
Philosophy: The Powerful are Unjust
Rhetoric: Dissecting Claims
Rigo: Guilty and Lost
Persuasion: Speaking logically in emotional situations
Thetros: Heart of a Man
Thetros: Values Your Judgments
Thetros: Considers You One of His Own
Thetros: Resolution

Loot: Blessing of A'belah (Favored)

166gn, 7sn
Injuries:
Fame: +10

Story 10/10
Collaboration 5/5
Structure 5/5

Comments: Awesome thread! You all did amazingly and kept up the tempo. The thread was interesting throughout and had a whole world of genius involved. I hope the rewards reflect that!
The RulesRynmereOfficeUthaldria
Image
User avatar
Incubus
Prophet of Old
 
Posts: 816
Joined: Thu Aug 18, 2016 9:33 am
Location: Rynmere, Uthaldria
Race: Prophet
Profession: Storyteller - Rank 2
Fame: 0
Office
Player Review
Personal Journal
Templates
Medals: 10
Contributor of the Month (1) Guest on Live Chat! (1) World Developer (1) Artíst (1)
Vlogger Extraordinaire (1) Mentor (1) Supporter (1) Review Master (1)
One Arc Later... (1) Holy Tax Accountant (1)

Previous

Return to Ne'haer