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Yamimoon
02-16-2010, 09:21 PM
The city of the stars that was renamed the city of the night. The fate of the chosen Silveran’s have gathered in the most dangerous city in the entire kingdom. They would be easy pickings for the Fearians that were loyal to Iquas. Now the time for the fight for the future of the races is about to begin.

In the city that use to be the city of the stars, Iquas castle stood next to the temple that was dedicated to the god Tractus. The castle of black and silver stood out next to the temple. Iqua was sitting on a throne of silver and blood. As he looked out at the empty room he was wondering what in the world was taking his Horsemen so long to get here. He sent out Ramuna to retrieve them. He had been feeling the presence of the Mystics increasing as the days go on. He had awakened his Horsemen when he first felt their presences, but they have been unable to find them. Now that presences was growing ever stronger.

Ramuna had returned to his side, but they had not arrived yet. That was not a real problem for he knew that they haven’t awakened yet. He has guards at every temple, and not a one of the temple seals have been broken. It was just a matter of time before they were in his grasp. “Don’t worry. We will not let them get away my lord,” Ramuna said as she placed her hand gently on his right shoulder. Iquas smiled wickedly as he waited for his Horsemen arrived. “You are right Ramuna. You are right.”

Tractus waited outside of the city as he looked in. He was hoping that he would find his Mystics out side of the main city. He didn’t want to return to the city that he was killed in, and the city that Iqua had built his castle. He was happy that he looked a little different than he did when they meet the first time as did his Mystics. This would give them an advantage, but this was still going to be tricky. His spirit stood next to him as she also looked into the city. She was just as concerned as her master, but she was not able to go into the city as she was. She was going to have to change into her crystal form in order to enter. ‘It is time,” Nefras said as she changed her form into a crystal. Tractus picked her up, and placed her in a necklace that he wore just for her crystal.

He made his way through the gate and walked to the market that was in the center of town. Nefras will let him know when he meets one of the chosen of the Cristonians. He hoped that he would be able to find them here. He had been to every encampment that his people were enslaved in. This was the last place that he could look. He just walked around the market.

toxias
02-16-2010, 11:39 PM
Kuril Aravais gathered the reins of his horse, responding with ease to every shift of its feet. He looked down upon the City of Night, formerly the City of Stars, and wondered why his only lord, Iqua, would be calling him now. It had been a long time since Iqua had called, and even the stone-hearted Kuril felt a slight nervousness. After all, Iqua was a god, first and foremost.

The horse stamped its foot impatiently, bringing Kuril out of his thoughts. Kuril flicked the reins and brought his horse to a steady canter, clopping through the city gates. The guards there challenged Kuril briefly. Kuril merely smiled shallowly at them. They knew well enough the consequences of messing with Lord Kuril.

Sporadic guards scattered among the streets saluted Kuril as soon as they recognized him, and even some of the enslaved Silverans ducked their heads in respect. Kuril was a strict lord, but also fair enough. It had taken Kuril a long time to realize that tyranny only held out for so long.

After a few more moments, the Iqua’s awe-inspiring black castle loomed in front of Kuril, casting its shadow upon his face as he looked upwards. He rode into the courtyard and dismounted fluidly. A stable hand ran to tend to his steed as Kuril swept up the steps. His silent partner copied his every move. Phobia, literally the incarnation of fear, panic, and pain. Menace and waves of hysteria dripped from Phobia, but Kuril had been around his spirit too long to be affected. But a mere mortal standing around Phobia would be struck by irrational fear and panic. If Phobia really turned it on, people could literally die of fear. Kuril didn’t spare a glance for his spirit. Another few moments passed before Kuril and Phobia stood in front of his only master, the one person he would ever take orders from.

Kuril bowed, an action that would have shocked any number of his subjects. Phobia too gave Iqua a sweeping bow. Kuril then gave Phobia an unreadable look before speaking, his voice velvet and pleasant to listen to, “Greetings, my Lord Iqua. Hail the great king. For what reason have you called me?”

Honey
02-19-2010, 05:51 PM
Zola hummed softly to herself as she continued down the path. Her steps were paced to keep her within the center of the group and keep her far from any outsiders. They were nearly within the walls of the City of Night and she was excited even if the rest of her troop was filled with anxiety. It would be her first time in the city and she couldn’t wait, it felt almost as if something were urging her on, calling out for her to go faster. She struggled not to look at everything as they walked through the gate, even going so far as to pull the dark scarf draped around her head more fully over her face.

The others had been against her coming, fearing she would be taken from them and Zola didn’t want to give them a reason to send her home early, so she went to work unloading the supplies they’d brought from cart. She’d helped grow them in her small home village but she’d never been a part of the selling end of things, in fact she’d never even left her village before and probably wouldn’t have if one of the other girls hadn’t broken her ankle.

“Stupid Silverian, get out of my way.” Zola gasped as a young boy stumbled and then was slapped aside into the path of a horse. She didn’t think, swinging herself over the small booth they used for shop, leaving the safety of the group to snatch the child from harm’s way. With a sound of relief she wrapped her arms around the trembling child holding him close for a moment. He’s so impossibly small and frail, his skin like ice to the touch. She pulled back, sliding her scarf from her head to wrap it around his slender shoulders, large green eyes filling as she finally understood what the others always spoke of. The pain in her village was nothing compared to what was happening here, Iqua truly was a horrible King.