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Post by Emmarie on Jun 15, 2011 7:01:19 GMT -5
Kh'ronos and Lileander, Great Father and Great Mother, begat the peoples of Spirydon, so shall those who follow and serve Kh'ronos ever remind the Kh'ronen of their ancestry and whom they owe allegiance to. As the strings of time play their symphony for us all, we will ever serve and ever love the Great Father and Great Mother.
-Annals of the Kh'ron- The OratiosEach of the Oratios are chosen, and then taken to the Council at the Ivory Tower in Gwendren for training, though recently they have been sent to the Andra'liah for their training and mentorship as well. Each Oratio holds their gemstone implements given at the time that they are chosen by Kh'ronos and the Council -- A palm-sized timepiece that looks much like a crudely carved gemstone sundial out of the stone of the Oratio they represent, and a weapon to guard that stone out of the very same material, enchanted to be as strong as the metal or material the weapon would normally be created from. They both work together, the weapon is a powerful tool to guard the strings of time and keep the balance. If the Oratio wishes, an opponent's life's essence may be sent to the deepest void and captured there with a final strike. (By GM or Mun permission) (( We ask those who wish to be an Oratio, to make a kh'ronen character, develop a story for them, and create a SN with their gem in it if possible, after speaking to exaltedemerald for permission to join the SL. )) NOTE on WEAPONS: The weapon is reforged/reformed out of the base shape each time a new Oratio is chosen to best fit the new Oratio. When an Oratio dies or their service is up, the weapon reforms into the base shape of a large stone of their chosen gemstone, and returns to the holding of the Tower until it is reformed for the next Oratio along with their Timepiece. Primaries: The Primary Oratios are the original Oratios whose timepieces fit into the Tower. In recent times, more Oratios and timepieces were created, to harness the temporal power by Kh'ronos, but their timepieces while powerful do not fit into the Tower. They are called the Secondaries. There are Five Primaries, called "Prim'oratio", Secondaries are known as "Tw'oratio". Prim'oratio'zJasper :: Open Current Weapon: Red Jasper Sabre Former Jaspers: (Noble Jasper- Acelin) ela'kh'ronen , (Tribal Oratio) twi'kh'ronen, (OshennaJasper) - du'kh'ron sabre -------------- Emerald :: (exaltedemerald) twi'kh'ronen Current Weapon: Emerald Longsword -------------- Topaz :: (sylvantopaz) twi'kh'ronen Current Weapon: Blue Topaz Whip Former Topaz: (Liah Nesa - whip) uv'kh'ronen -------------- Amethyst :: Open Current Weapon: Amethyst Dagger Former Amethysts: (umbralamethyst)(tribalamethyst- Keyna Kuldair) twi'kh'ronen; (covetedamethyst- Sil'ilos) lo'kh'ronen -------------- Onyx (exaltedemerald) The Andra'liah Emmarie holds the Onyx Stone. It is not able to be held again by an Oratio at this time, it's weapon was merged with the Emerald weapon, to create the Andra'liah's relic weapon, the Emeryx. The onyx stone was held by the Great Thief for centuries until Emmarie defeated him and took it. Weapon: Shortsword Tw'oratio'zBeryl :: Open Current Weapon: Golden Beryl Rapier Former Beryls: reluctantberyl - ag'kh'ron -------------- Jacinth :: Open Weapon: Orange Jacinth Glaive Former Jacinth's: (spiritedjacinth - glaive) (magejacinth - staff) twa'kh'ronen -------------- Sapphire :: Open Current Weapon: Pink Sapphire Morningstar Former Sapphires: (lustroussapphire - morningstar) uv'kh'ron -------------- Jade :: modestjade - Aysel Nuway Current Weapon: Jade War Fans Former Jades: (subordinatejade - war fans) xe'kh'ron (timeiessjade - war fans) - twi'kh'ron -------------- Opal :: Open Current Weapon: Former Opals: (spiritsofopal - throwing stars; ioneopal-throwing stars) lo'kh'ron -------------- Moonstone :: Open Current Weapon: Former Moonstones: (deviantmoonstone - claws) (linearmoonstone - scimitar) -------------- Ruby :: Open Current Weapon: Ruby -------------- Bloodstone :: (celestbloodstone) uv'kh'ron Current Weapon: Bloodstone Sai's -------------- Quartz :: Open Current Weapon: Quartz Former Quartz: (quartzguardian-spear) lo'kh'ron -------------- Tigereye :: Open Weapon: Tigereye Staff Former Tigereyes: (charytigerseye - staff) xe'kh'ron -------------- Turquoise :: (soulturquoise) lo'kh'ron Weapon: turquoise chakram -------------- Spinel (sedatedspinel) ag'kh'ron Weapon: spinel kamas -------------- Peridot :: Open Weapon: Former Peridots: (inspiringperidot - peridot glaive) (calixperidot) -------------- Garnet (OPEN) Weapon: -------------- Pearl (OPEN) Weapon: -------------- Citrine (OPEN) Weapon: -------------- Amber: (OPEN) Weapon: -------------- Lapis: (OPEN) Weapon: -------------- Coral (OPEN) Weapon All the primary timepieces fit into a large stone circle within the Ivory Tower, and that gave the Council the ability to shift time if needed. Very rarely had it ever been used, and in centuries, never had it been attempted as the Onyx Implement had been missing, the centerpiece. A great power followed the Oratios, gifted with the power to weave and snag timespace itself. They were travelers, teachers, observers, and seekers. Now that Emmarie has found the Onyx stone, she has returned the stone to the centerpiece of the circle after carrying two stones for many years now that she has a new relic weapon from the gods, and the onyx shortsword is still entwined with her own emerald longsword until such a time as the gods ask for it back; she calls it "Emeryx". |
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Post by Emmarie on Jun 15, 2011 7:03:27 GMT -5
The Choosing of the Beryl
[note that the Sapphire and Amethyst were also in attendance, but I have chosen to only include the Beryl's, Danik's and Emmarie's remarks.]
She was wondering if the Beryl had accepted the call herself. Some on the street were getting impatient, and had begun games in the street to pass the time. She turned to look at the Sapphire with a kind smile and leaned over to whisper to her.
"I believe I have met the woman once, though at the time I had no idea she was Dethol'dar (The Chosen One). I believe she may struggle with the decision, it will place a great weight upon her shoulders and she seems a fairly simple woman and this will complicate her life, but... she will accept it."
She gave a firm nod, truly believing it. Perhaps it was something she saw in the future, or having to do with her great knowledge, but no matter the struggle, she had a feeling that the Chosen one would accept the call. She glanced over to the Council upon their chairs, and then to the table upon which sat the newly forged Beryl weapon and timepiece, and gave a smile, then looked out the window as she heard some louder yelling. Perhaps they were coming.
"Maybe that's her now.. oh.. wait.."
She frowned. A group of royal kh'rons, their royal colors wrapped about their bodies, and their blonde hair shining in the sun, came forward, crowns upon some of their heads. They stared up at the windows on the tower, then turned to the crowd and the loudest one, apparently a king from one of the nearest kingdoms, began to shout towards the crowd.
"This is an abomination! We must put an end to this now! Listen to me peoples of Spirydon, do you want the power of the void, placed in the hands of an agamedwer*? A new age means that the strongest, noblest and most honorable should bear these Implements! Not some filthy water rat!"
The water kh'ronen in the crowd hissed and booed, and even threw things at the royal man when he called the Chosen one an agamedwer... the lowest insult for that race, even lower if used between the other races. A riot was starting in the streets below, many nodded, agreeing with the royal noble, but others, even non-aga'kh'ron, booed and whispered about the racism coming to the Tower and how it should be kept in the outer lands. Seemed the choosing had created a stir amongst the people. The royal kh'ron were just bitter of course, since they'd only ever had one chosen from their ranks. Perhaps this was because they were so snotty?
Emma frowned, glancing to the Sapphire, then back down, before looking to the Council. She wondered if she should go down and try to bring peace, or let it work out on its own. She certainly didn't want the Chosen one to walk into the mess and be harmed.
"Why do yeh no just bloody grow up, yeh great big bunch o' pansies!"
Her voice boomed over the rabble, used most often at sea during a storm, it had the ability to cut through most of the racket, worming it's way into most of the ears. They had been slightly delayed, Raevyn being hit by an attack of nerves just as their boat was docking - she could hear the general sound of the crowd's chit-chat even from there, and it caused her normally steady stomach to toss and turn, as if at sea.
Her black eyes sparked as she passed her gaze over those assembled, twin plaits shining darkly in the sun. A sly wink was secretly given to the parties of ag'kh'ron - why, she even thought she saw Tarquin, her father. Wouldn't surprise her if everyone else had heard of her choosing before she did... Typical. Pursing her lips, she took a few steps closer to the crowd, Amser hovering at her elbow undecidedly, trying to catch the eyes of the seated Council.
"I be very surprised, that a group of Kh'ronen with such dignified bearin' as yourselves, should go so far as to act like squallin' brats in the presence of the Council!"
She spat the word "dignified", as if it were poison.
"Oh no! The big bad ag'kh'ron is goin' teh become an Oratio! We must stop the foolish creature, stop the agamedwer before she corrupts the Council!"
She flapped her hands about as her screeching falsetto rose above the heads of those assembled, she was making a mockery of the ela'kh'ron, and there was a strong chance she wouldn't escape without a couple of bruises. But she had faith in the fact they wouldn't want to make further fools of themselves in front of the council.
"If yeh spent less time whinin', and more time betterin' yerselves, you'd have more than the one ela'kh'ron Oratio! I be sorry fer yer loss, but it happens - get over it!"
She crossed her arms before her, casting her dark gaze over the crowd before her, as both she and Amser caught the eyes of the seated Council.
"Well? What are yeh goin' to do now? Shouldn't we be gettin' on with this? Wasted enough time i be thinkin'"
She waited, legs apart, her stance defiant beneath the roaring sun.
There were plenty of guards around the Tower and along the roads, but as long as the ela'kh'ronen king was only giving his opinion, and the others the same, they'd do nothing for in Eldon Heath at least (perhaps not in all parts of Spirydon), there was a right to free speech.
She was about to speak to the Sapphire, when she heard the voice speak out over the crowd. She leaned out of the window a bit to peer down and a little smirk came over her lips. She motioned for the Sapphire to take a look, pointing out the ag'kh'ronen woman approaching.
"I think she has it under control, but perhaps we should go downstairs and greet her when she ascends the great stairs. So, all can see us greeting her like a sister of our ranks."
She turned and with a nod to the Council, linked her arm with the Sapphires and headed across the massive hall to the double doors, which were opened by the guardians. Out she went, down the very long hallway, towards the stairs that led right down to the front of the Tower, the doors wide open on this day. She began descending the steps, a smile on her face, nodding to those that stood nearby. When she reached the portion of steps outside the doors, she squinted a bit adjusting to the sunlight, lifting a hand to shade her eyes, then gave a wave towards Raevyn and a grin.
"Y'allal!"
When it was apparent that no answer was forthcoming from the Council, she nodded silently to herself, and swanned past the gaping ela'kh'ron at Amser's gentle prompting. She winked at them, eyes sparkling in the suns light, as a muted cheer rose up from the various groups of ag'kh'ron dotted around the Tower. Score one for the water rats indeed.
She noted the descent of the Andra'liah, and what only could be the Sapphire, as she herself drew up to the great stairs. Her dark head was bowed into a nod, as both the Andra'liah and the Sapphire greeted her, a twitch of her lips at the use of Dethol'dar - she hadn't quite gotten used to the idea that this was all mapped out before she had caught wind of it. She replied to them as formally as she could, enunciating the words carefully, so that her accent didn't mangle them as it did to her everyday speech.
"Laser fre zela'das. Laser fre 'dar andras."
Be well my friends. Be well my sisters.
She placed a certain emphasis on the way she addressed the two kh'ronen before her, she wanted everyone to know that they were meeting as Oratio's and a Potential - not twi'kh'ron, uv'kh'ron and ag'kh'ron. This wasn't a racial issue. As far as Oratio's were concerned, there wasn't any qualifying race, all Oratio's were almost equals. Besides, she wondered how the ela'kh'ron would react.
Straightening, she looked up at the two waiting Oratio's, then canting her head to grace Amser with her dark gaze.
"Well. What we be doin' now?"
Emmarie smiled brightly, and pulled the woman into a warm hug, and kissed both of her cheeks, before putting an arm around her at her side and beginning the ascent towards the Council with her in tow. She nodded to the Sapphire to do the same, if she wished, at least walk on her other side to show the crowd of their acceptance as equals of her as Dethol'dar (The Chosen).
"Well, let's get you presented to the Council, and they'll take it from there."
Once they stood before the Council, they all rose and one at a time, came forward and greeted Raevyn by name, and spoke their name to her softly, as a sort of formal introduction. Emmarie moved to her emerald seat, which had a few decorations of onyx that were added in, and sitting the nearest to the Council seats. There were as many Council members, as there were stones. Twelve of them -- for even if Onyx was not borne separately it was still one of the stones. The twelve chairs of the Oratios were on either side of the twelve chairs that ran the length of the Hall, six on either side.
The High Councillor was a quite beautiful looking uv'kh'ronen. He'd held the position for many decades now. Danik Gwynseren, quite possibly the most powerful kh'ronen leader in Spirydon, though he was fairly humble for a star kh'ron. He presented himself last to Raevyn, with a slight bow of his head as the black forelocks curled on his shoulders then fell down his chest again. He smiled, his eyes crinkling a bit where the stars were located.
"Breshen, Dethol'dar. You are aware of why you have been called before the Council and the Oratios. You have been chosen to bear the Beryl Implements. This is a great honor, but more than that, a great responsibility. You will guard your stone with the aid of a weapon, and will be called upon to protect these lands, and sometimes others in all times with your fellow Oratios. Do you accept this assignment, and swear by your very life's blood and breath to uphold the standards of the Oratios of Old?"
They didn't wait long to get right to business. As soon as the introductions were over, Raevyn was forced to make a decision.
Emmarie watched, leaning forward a bit on her chair, hands on her knees, with a smile, and a slight nod of her head.
Normally the young woman would have balked at such contact, but she had a point to prove to the spectators and yielded to the Emerald's affections. Her thin lips twitched slowly into a smile, a nod passed to the Sapphire in recognition for her foresight in the ag'kh'ron's comfort. Her arms were linked with the two Oratio's, and each step she took up those seemingly endless stairs filled her with a sense of foreboding. It was really happening. If only Amser hadn't denied her a hipflask...
As the Sapphire and Emerald took to their seats, she stood there alone whilst the Council introduced themselves. They didn't appear to be the Ogres she had been expecting, but she could see the glint of power that hid behind each and every eye - indeed, some of them wore their power openly, but not with any malice she could detect.
She listened carefully as the enchanting uv'kh'ron - Danik Gwynseren - detailed what would be expected of her. She would be called upon hmm? She got the impression that such a call could not go unheeded. She could live with that, though not quite comfortably. Calix was quite capable of handling the Gentiana without her. He was doing just that in fact, as she herself stood before the High Councillor.
Her stomach churned within her, and she reflected that she hadn't quite imagined it this way. Granted, she had foreseen that they would want to get on with the proceedings quickly, but she didn't expect they would openly detail what she was supposed to do in return for the privilege of being d'Oratio. She had pictured an argument, haggling maybe, many questions with oblique answers. She felt as if she had been struck dumb before this stately uv'kh'ron, and as her mouth opened, the words croaking from her throat - it felt as if her actions were not consciously her own, not entirely.
"I do, with me very blood and life's breath."
Feeling slightly faint, she gaped at the High Councillor. It was done.
She sat listening and when the Beryl gave her assent, she smiled brightly, and nodded, glancing towards Keyna and Rhosyn, then back towards them.
Danik continued:
"Good, very good then. I name you the Beryl Oratio, with honor and pride."
Danik turned around and lifted the Beryl stone and handed it to her, and then lifted the weapon and placed it in her hand. There would be a sort of bonding that took place at that time, a bonding between Raevyn and her Implements, they were hers to wield now, and only she could effectively use them.
Once that was done, he smiled and went back to sit down, giving a slight nod. It was over. Simple enough, no?
"Congratulations to the Beryl! Raevyn of the Water, d'Oratio!"
Emmarie jumped up, and gave her cheer, pulling her emerald and onyx sword and lifting it high. Her voice carried out to the crowds outside and the roar became deafening as the water kh'ronen cheered for their new heroine.
As his words were spoken, she felt the world beneath her feet rise up to meet the sky - though she herself did not move a single inch. A cold wave washed over her skin, there was no turning back now. She could almost feel her destiny changing in accordance to the induction this day, and she honestly couldn't say whether it was for the better. Perhaps she should seek out that strangely hued tarot reader once everything else was finished?
She felt the weight of the Beryl Timepiece in her hand so she looked down, silently marvelling in it's own perfection - the tiny golden sundial, crudely carved from the stone that was now her namesake - the Beryl Oratio. The rapier was placed in her other hand, it was noted that from hilt to tip it was crafted from the same crystalline stone as her timepiece. She hefted it, testing it's balance and weight in relation to her skill, it wasn't found lacking, it felt as if it was made *for her alone*. And why not? The rapier was her weapon of choice. Those dark eyes gleamed a brief gold as she was flushed with a feeling of confidence, of timelessness. Were the implements fixing themselves to her? Was the bonding taking place? Would she be able to tear herself away from this new rapier, and use her own?
Lifting her head, her puzzled expression was set for all to see as Danik sat down and nodded, smiling that enchanting smile of his. And when the cheer went up, her expression cleared, for she could almost hear Tarquin's firm voice along with the other ag'kh'ronen. A sliver of doubt still wormed it's way inside the new Oratio, but that was forgotten as the glow of pride suffused her very being. Raevyn Bry'ant had changed today, and she would have to keep on changing if she was to live up to the standards of the Oratio's before her.
"Thank you."
She didn't know what else to say really, as she lifted her own shining weapon above her head in salute.
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Post by Emmarie on Jun 15, 2011 7:07:20 GMT -5
A Crash Course in Time Travel
The portal appeared, shimmering and limned in emerald. It had first appeared as a green streak that cut across the sky and tore through timespace, then lengthened into the oval portal that now stood there, it's inner portion black as night no matter how bright around the portal might have been. Once a traveler stepped into the time portal, into the realm of timespace, where the strings of time play a symphony that only the most seasoned traveler can hear and appreciate, it would be time to decide where and when the traveler wished to go. The strands of time held all of the universe together, like the strings of a finely tuned instrument, all humming and buzzing together in a great melody of life. A wrong step, and the discordant sound would send the traveler somewhere unfortunate. Concentration was needed, and the timepiece was the focus that assisted the traveler in choosing which hidden string to follow to their destination. Perhaps a step straight, or perhaps straight then a turn left, or an immediate turn to the left. Maybe only one step over, and the destination was reached.
For those uninitiated into the travel in the portal, as soon as they entered, the sound of the strings that make up the universe would prove to be cacophonous. Nausea would result, and one not used to such things and without a stone to guide them, would grow ill if they were exposed for long to the strings. In time, though, and through practice, one would be able to hear the symphony of the universe and it would be a beautiful sound. It would not feel like one was standing on the vibrating string of a violin any longer... it would seem as if one were a part of the music itself.
“Professor,” began Edward, “how does Jane work? I mean, how do we get to where we are going? It seems as if we’re just sitting in the same place as before. And how in the world can you travel back and forth through time?”
The Professor sat back against the wall and clasped his hands together. “It’s like this, Edward; no, you wouldn’t understand it that way, let’s see. I know! I’ll use someone from Earth to explain it. Have you ever heard of Einstein? No, I don’t guess you have. Anyway, Einstein was brilliant, simply brilliant, for a human. I met him once. Quite a peculiar person, but brilliant, none the less. He theorized that everything coexists- time, space, other dimensions- it all happens at the same time in what is called E-Space. Jane uses this E-Space to take shortcuts through time and space. Have I lost you yet, Edward?”
“Yes, Professor, but continue. It sounds very interesting.” said Edward.
“Ok, so Jane uses this E-Space to travel to different times, which are all happening at the same time anyway. There are naturally occurring cosmic string vibrations, like the strings of a violin, which make up the energy of the cosmos. The strings are laced together and when they interlap, this is where we have time and space, and the center of all the strings is the Ruby Spire in Eldon Heath. As the strings vibrate, Jane can ‘ride the waves’. Have you ever seen your little pond back home during a strong wind? Perhaps a leaf fell into the pond and there were some waves. The leaf rode up and down on the waves and made it to the other side of the pond. That’s exactly what Jane does. She rides the vibrations in E-space, moving from string to string or wave to wave to go where she wants to go. Simple, isn’t it?” said the Professor.
“Yeah, super simple,” said Edward as he rolled his eyes. “Why is it that you can’t choose where you want to go, then?” he asked.
“I wish I knew. The only thing I can think of is that The Group may be ‘pulling strings’ themselves and they are the ones choosing where they want me to go. I can’t imagine why, though. I am supposed to have complete freedom in this project to go and do whatever I deem necessary in order to get the information I need. But I seem to be stuck on Earth at this time. And, of course, there is the problem of getting you back where you belong.” said the Professor.
“That’s not a problem! I’m not ready to go back yet,” said Edward.
“Well, let’s see if Jane’s E-Space Oscillator is working,” said the Professor. He turned the knob and nothing happened. “We will just have to be surprised again, Edward. Looks like Jane gets to decide where we go again, or perhaps The Group.” He switched the Frequency Generator on and the familiar whirring began. Lights flashed and the Professor said they had arrived. “Shall we just walk out and be surprised or should we look through the monitor before we open the door?” asked the Professor.
“Let’s just walk out,” said Edward.
They opened the door and walked out into a sea of people. The Professor took a deep breath and slowly exhaled with a smile on his face. There must have been at least a dozen languages being spoken around them. They were in an enormous room with a huge domed ceiling the Professor calculated to be at least seventy-five feet high. Young and old were waiting in lines to talk to uniformed officials. The Professor squeezed his way over to a group of men reading newspapers. As he sauntered back towards Edward, there was a now-familiar gleam in his eyes that could only mean an adventure awaited them.
“Guess where we are, Edward? We are in your country, in New York City. And it is 1855, only thirty-eight years ahead of your time! At least we are in the right century. This place is called Castle Garden, it is the new immigration receiving station for your country,” said the Professor.
Just then, a uniformed official came and handed the Professor a tag. “You’d better tag that steamer trunk before someone else walks away with it,” he said as he walked to the next group of immigrants. The Professor looked beside them and there was a very large steamer trunk, almost as tall as the Professor, with his name lettered across the side. He tried to open it, but it wouldn’t open. He fished his remote out of his pocket, looked around to make sure no one was looking and pushed the remote in the trunk’s direction. Sure enough, the lid opened and Edward peeked inside.
“It’s Jane!” he shouted. Some people close by turned and raised their eyebrows. The Professor quickly quieted Edward by whispering in his ear. Edward blushed a bit as glanced around and saw the people staring at him. “I always name my luggage,” he mumbled. The onlookers shook their heads, but proceeded with their business.
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