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Atop a stony plateau overlooking the lands of central Idalos, and growing wealthy from the gem stones pulled from the rocky soil, Etzos is a bastion of independence; firm in its belief that man should rule Idalos, not be servants of the vain Immortals who nearly destroyed it. But can the many factions set aside their conflicting agendas and see this through?

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Mon Apr 03, 2017 4:07 pm

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71st Trial of Ashan, 717

The overwhelming racism against the Eidisi within Etzos hadn't subsided in the three trials since Inali had arrived at the Great Pahrn Gate. If anything, it had gotten worse. Rumors had filtered out from the Citadel to the Commercial Circle before finally coming to rest in the Outer Perimeter of the city. With every step Inali dared to take, she could hear whispers, threats, and speculation. The Etzori had begun crowding together like flocks of frightened doves since Chief Adviser Vuda had called for the arrest of the Seekers. When they spotted her at the market Inali could count on the citizens of Etzos to either fragment into smaller groups or draw closer together, whispering and glaring the entire time, regardless of which option they chose. The Eidisi mage was still somewhere within Etzos, and Inali suffered greatly for the mistakes of her kin.

She cursed aloud in the Ancient Tongue, careless of whether or not it made her seem 'more like a mage'. There was no appeasing the mass of citizens, and she could easily be attacked in an attempt to gain the attention of the Citadel. She remained convinced that the guards would hardly reprimand the actions of any who physically accosted her. In the eyes of Etzos, blue skin was to be slandered first and fairly questioned later.

Paranoia gripped the Eidisi as she continued her walk through to the food stalls in the market. She wasn't simply cursing the damned fools of the city - she also lashed out against the weakness of her body and mind. One trial ago, her stomach had started protesting her lack of food with sharp hunger pangs. Earlier this morning, nausea and pain had gripped her torso in tandem. It was a half break before she could consider getting dressed, and another twenty bits before she had managed to shake off the desire to try the rotting apple by her bedside. 'No matter what they say to you, it can't be as bad as hunger.' She had wrestled with the thought, arguing internally that she only felt that way because she hadn't been attacked yet. Another thought found purchase in her mind and gave her the courage to seek out food. 'Getting sick from a rotting apple will be worse than hunger and their insults combined. You will be weak, and the weak are culled in cities like Etzos. This is not Viden.'

As she greedily scanned the inner circle for a food stall, her peripheral vision lost focus and faded slightly. A man in dark clothing seized the opportunity and yelled out in a language she didn't understand. As she turned to identify the source of the noise, she felt his callused hands on her forearm and hip, pushing her roughly to the ground. Inali threw her hands forward and tried to maintain her sense of balance, but ended up falling hard onto her left shoulder and hip. A small grouping of stars fluttered past her vision as the man laughed and yelled out to those in the vicinity. Curious eyes looked at her, surely wondering if she would retaliate with magic or martial strength. Having access to neither avenue of self defense, the Eidisi rolled to her stomach, groaned and pushed herself onto her knees. The man leered harshly as he saw the weakness apparent in her trembling left side. He called out to the crowd once more before driving his boot into her exposed ribs.

With a coughing, pained whimper, Inali fell back to the ground and remained there. The pain had radiated out from her rib and shoulder, spreading to her core, urging her to simply lay prone with her arms around her chest. Tears pricked at her eyes and she cursed again in the Ancient Tongue, too quiet to be heard by anything other than the bugs that crawled on the ground beneath her. She tried calling out in Common, tried to announce her innocence, but the words were lost in her throat. Her body trembled with the effort and she sagged into the dirt. Cruelly, a voice within her wondered if it would have been better to chance the apple after all.
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Thu Apr 06, 2017 10:02 am

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Doran did not fear the Seekers as much as the rest of the Etzori even though he was perhaps at an even greater risk than the people around him due to his Immortal blood and the temptation that it represented. He was, at this point in his life, utterly confident in his abilities. While the mortals crowded together like flocks of frightened doves, he walked with his head held high and was comparatively calm. Whatever problems Etzos suffered, to him being there meant freedom. In Etzos no Immortal would try to strike him down, and no guard would try arrest him and execute him for his supposed crimes.

That trial he was on his way to “The Bedside Manor” to talk to Doctor Lavarro, take advantage of his superior knowledge of poisons and herbs and perhaps, exchange stories about their experiences in the war. He had decided to make a brief detour to the market though and acquire some food. That unpleasant sensation in the pit of his stomach reminded him of the fact that it had been a while since he had eaten, and a well-balanced diet was necessary in order to maintain or perhaps increase one’s strength.

Besides, there was something intrinsically enjoyable about sitting in front of the fireplace in evening, after a trial of work, drinking a glass of fine red wine and eating a delicious, freshly cooked meal.

It seemed as if it was not to be though. He could hear people shouting, and as he turned a corner he could see some sort of commotion. It all seemed to be centered around an Eidisi. His first instinct was to simply walk past those people and make his purchases elsewhere.

He had no interest in the plight of a stranger that probably had little to offer to him and whatever racial tensions existed in the city, but then the man that had yelled at her before pushed her to the ground and kicked her. He decided then that he needed to get involved after all.

While he cared little for the, perhaps, unfounded racism that seemed to run rampant in Etzos as long as nobody touched him, kicking a woman that was already on the ground, in pain and crying, seemed pointless to him. What did the man expect to gain from it?

He approached him from behind, grabbed him, digging his fingers into his shoulder, and roughly pulled him away from his victim. There had been a time, prior to receiving Syroa’s blessing, when he would have tried to reason with him, but she seemed to have intensified all his emotions, including his anger and his fury. He could sometimes feel a fire now, burning just below the surface.

“If you want to fight somebody”, he spoke. “Fight me and not a woman that cannot even defend herself.”
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Fri Apr 07, 2017 8:58 pm

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Inali coughed and quivered on the ground as she tried to crawl away from the man's cruel kicks. The blood pumping outwards from her heart was already rushing to the site of her fall and the ruptured blood vessels just beneath the skin. The eidisi winced and bit her lip as she forced her weight onto the rapidly bruising flesh of her hip. She moved to the left, inch by inch, eyes focused on the leather boot only a few steps away. She tried calling out again in Common, but was quickly silenced as the man drew his boot back once more. Inali's entire body went taut, muscles clenched against the inevitable impact and searing pain. Deep beneath the surface, a question formed within her mind unbidden and unwanted. How much more will I be able to take? She knew that the question was one that she would never be able to answer. Until she was pushed to the point of breaking, she would be blissfully unaware of that terrible precipice. Once she was shoved off the edge however, she would be too far gone to contemplate the question at all.

Before the boot made contact with Inali, a new voice entered the fray. Her savior spoke matter-of-factly, though she could hear the undercurrents of anger running through the threat. She would have normally protested and argued that she could defend herself. It was all bluster of course, but she wasn't ready to admit to herself how vulnerable she was. A pained grunt escaped her lips, but it was all she could manage. To her right and behind her field of vision, she heard the man pull away from Doran's grasp and round on the one who had dared intervene. His reply was angry as well, but the tone reminded her of the tantrums eidisi children would throw when their favorite books were taken away.

"And just who do you think yo---"

The man stopped short and Inali pushed herself to her hands, desperate to see who had intervened on her behalf. Had the city guard actually stepped in to protect her? Had one of her kin dared to take a stand against the rampant racism? Or perhaps it was the eidisi mage, finally ready to go out in a blaze of glory. As she slowly pushed herself to her hands and knees once more, Inali turned her head and saw what her attacker had witnessed.

A bearded man stood a few feet away from Inali, towering over her assailant. The eidisi blinked twice, her void white eyes struggling to compare the image of the man before her with the rumors she had heard circulating through the city. Was it him? She had heard that the Citadel welcomed him graciously on his first trial within Etzos. They had thrown him a feast and asked for a detailed account of what it was like to stab an Immortal. She shivered involuntarily at the thought of sitting within the Citadel, discussing her life in front of all of the Ministers. Regardless of whether the stories of his time within the Citadel were true, Doran was considered a hero to the fanatic anti-Immortal sects within Etzos.

As quickly as the crowd gathered, they began to disperse. Women grabbed their children's hands and hustled down the street, whispering under their breath. After thirty trills, only Doran, Inali, and the man remained. He mumbled something akin to 'My mistake' and bolted down the street. Inali had finally managed to push herself to her feet, though her legs trembled slightly.

"Thank you."

She knew that she owed him more, but understood that she needed more time to steady herself. After a quarter bit of silence she spoke once more,

"I would not imagine that one who stabbed an Immortal would care about the plight of a random Eidisi."

A smiled curled up the edges of her lips and she continued, gesturing with one hand,

"What gave it away that I wasn't a terrifying Seeker mage?"
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Fri Apr 14, 2017 3:59 am

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The man pulled away from him and turned to take a look at him. As he spoke, the Mortalborn found himself unpleasantly reminded of the children that he had sometimes taught in Andaris, before his life had taken a darker turn. He was angry, so very, very angry – his anger seemed to radiate in waves from him - but he didn’t have anything to back it up with. He was capable of little more than spouting empty threats, it seemed.

As the man asked him who he thought he was, the Mortalborn said nothing, but pushed his cloak aside so that he could see the sword at his belt and looked directly into his eyes. It didn’t take the man long to draw the correct conclusion. Perhaps, the son of Ziell thought in an uncharacteristic moment of optimism, he possessed a spark of intelligence after all – or maybe it was just the kind of survival instinct that most mortals had.

He let his cloak fall over his sword once more – the same sword that had once been used to stab an Immortal – and then waited for him to run. As the crowd that had gathered around them stared at him and stared to whisper, he raised an eyebrow. Such a reaction was somewhat foreign to him – he still had not forgotten what had happened in Oscillus - but he did not find it unpleasant. Perhaps, he thought, there was hope for the world if people saw him for what he was instead of condemning him and wanting to see him dead.

He extended a hand towards the Eidisi, but it seemed as if she did not need his help. As she thanked him, he said nothing, but he did incline his head, a sign that he had acknowledged her words. “I care even less about people like him that take advantage of those that are weaker than them in order to feel better about their miserable existence”, he spoke in a somewhat cool, but not entirely impolite tone of voice.

“As for what gave it away?” He paused for a moment as he thought about it. “A mage would have defended herself. Whether Seekers are terrifying is up for debate though. I have dealt with their kind before, and while one should be on their guard around people that wield such powers, fearing them is something that I consider to be counterproductive. Fear paralyzes you and renders you incapable of logical thought.”

“You should be more careful in the future. Your kind are not popular here at the moment”,
he warned her in case she didn’t know yet – she seemed to be fairly new to Etzos - before he gestured for her to walk with him if she dared and posed another, most likely unexpected question. “Tell me though, what do you as an outsider think of what I did? Do you share their opinion?” He gestured towards the Etzori that had begun to disperse. “Or do you wish you could drag me back to Rynmere in order to have me tried for treason?”

There was no bitterness in those words and no anger, only a kind of curiosity. They had been spoken in the same, slightly cool tone as before.
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Mon Apr 17, 2017 8:55 pm

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Inali used the few trills of silence in between her question and the man's reply to steady her shaking hands. The flow of adrenaline had stopped but the remnants remained. She forced air into her lungs, breathing the warm air in until she could draw no more breath. As he replied, she exhaled slowly, counting the time it took for her skinned hands to stop quivering. She glanced at him then, taking in his full height and purposeful movements. He reminded her of a soldier - all efficiency and snap judgement with little room for leniency. It was better to let the comment about her being 'weaker' go unanswered.

She listened to him explain his view on mages and fear. There it was again. Mages, much like mounted cavalry or an infantryman were just another foe to be analyzed and dealt with. She let the question linger in her mind's eye until it faded away. Do you always have such strong opinions of those who could kill you? was no way to thank a stranger that had saved her from broken bones - or worse. In the end, it didn't matter why the man was so confident in his own abilities and judgments - it mattered what he did when he judged someone to be worthy of his blade. Not for the first time, she wondered what action an Immortal could have taken to cause the man in front of her to go on the offensive. It was an entirely different approach from the pious love most professed. Even in Etzos, a city of anti-Immortal sentiment, Inali knew that none of the citizens had the backbone required to back their ideology with violent action.

Even though the mystery of why he had stabbed an Immortal was interesting, Inali found herself drawn to the throwaway statement at the end. Fear paralyzes you and renders you incapable of logical thought. Was he blessed by Audrae? Had he experienced debilitating fear in his travels?

When Doran gave her advice, she nodded and broke her silence,

"Yes. I was warned by Mr. Tagley, the guidance counselor. Others told me to wear dresses and act especially 'feminine' as it is known that the Seeker is a male."

She pushed her boot into the dirt with too much force, sending a jolt of pain up her torso and into her wounded shoulder. Bitterness and anger filled her voice as she continued,

"My dress really helped, no?"

She accepted the offer to amble down the street with the man and was grateful to leave the location of her attack behind her. She mused on the question for a few trills before replying,

"Well, I'm in Etzos, so I should surely agree."

She paused, glanced around and decided to speak in more general terms,

"However, I am not the type to blindly follow the ideology of a city or any single man. I personally think that it's ridiculous that you would be tried for a crime against a being that could raze the entire city of Rynmere with little more than a thought. They do not need to stick up for Xiur. It was between you and him, and whatever punishment or rewards you reap are your own."


Inali cleared her throat and continued,

"Further, only fools call for punishment without knowing the whole story. They might have done the same if they had your upbringing, your mindset, your... whatever... that caused you to act as you did."

Inali shrugged and pointed to a nearby cafe,

"If my reply didn't anger you, I'd appreciate the chance to buy you a meal or some coffee for helping me."
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Fri Apr 21, 2017 2:26 pm

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“The people that told you to wear dresses and act especially feminine, whatever that means, are out of touch with reality“, the Mortalborn replied with a hint of condescension. “Men like him …” He gestured in the direction in which her attacker had disappeared. “… aren’t logical. They don’t think things through. They go into offensive mode as soon as they see a bit of blue skin because all Eidisi are the same in their opinion. It would have been better if you had learned to fight back rather than relying on a bit of cloth to protect you.”

His gaze had been trained on the road in front of them, but as she claimed not to be the type to blindly follow an ideology, he turned to face her again and looked at her thoughtfully for a moment before he inclined his head a fraction. “That is the way that it should be. In my opinion mortal laws should be used for mortal beings and mortal crimes and not Immortals or those that cause them harm. The Immortals don’t need a court to protect them and defend their interests, but unfortunately people often seem to lose all sense of reason when it comes to religion.”

“As for the whole story”,
he continued. “Perhaps. Perhaps people would react differently if they knew the whole story.” He paused for a few trills and furrowed his brow as if he were wondering about it. The whole story was something that he would not tell though, at least not in the near future, although there was a part of him that wanted people to know that he was not just another angry mortal. He was more than that – so much more than they could even begin to guess – but it was not the right time for him to reveal his true nature. “And perhaps they would just call me a liar and stubbornly cling to their beliefs.”

He shrugged as well. Whether some mortal called him a liar mattered little to him in the long run.

“A meal would be appreciated”, he replied, remembering why he had visited the market. He was hungry. “And your reply didn’t anger me at all. In fact it was what I had hoped to hear. It is rare to find somebody with such views.” He approached the door of the café and held it open for her before he stepped through it himself and moved to find an empty table where they would be able to continue their conversation.
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Sat Apr 22, 2017 9:36 pm

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Inali grinned at Doran’s assessment of one of the most powerful men in Etzos. Chief Adviser Vuda was not a fool. She had spent the last few trials wondering if Vuda had known how little her gender mattered to the majority in Etzos. He had spoken of the hatred within the city for scarcely more than a few trills – as if it was no more important than a street light flickering into darkness. Someone would fix the racism, just as the lamplighters would eventually tend to the shattered glass and splitting wick. As the man spoke of fighting back and defending herself, she wondered again about his background. He was trained in martial combat, and his speech hinted at a childhood filled with expensive tutors and a wide range of academic subjects. There was more under the surface, but she hardly blamed him from steering the conversation away from the critical details. She wouldn’t trust her own secrets to someone that could be bested by a common thug.

“I had considered learning how to fight in Ne’haer, but I always found something more important to do. I regret getting accustomed to that level of safety. I won’t be making that mistake here. I’ll just need to find someone willing to teach me. Hopefully they catch that damn Seeker soon.”

She nodded thoughtfully as he argued about the situations in which mortal law should be applied. While it seemed like common sense to her, she knew that many courts would ignore those that were subjected to vigilante justice for blaspheming a city’s patron Immortal. They were damned fools. The Immortals could care less about petty squabbles. It was evidenced in their behavior and response to the decrees of the courts. Silence was a welcome reply in the realm of academia, but not a particularly encouraging religious omen.

The eidisi smiled brightly at Doran’s praise. She had similar difficulties finding likeminded conversation partners over the last few arcs. While she had enjoyed her time with Rorom and Niv, she could never debate with them or discuss her academic interests. She stepped through the door and thanked Doran before slipping past a few crowded tables to a booth on the far side of the café. The lack of light from the outside windows had the section mostly empty. A few young teenagers sat a couple of tables away though they were too engrossed in their loud conversation to pay Inali any heed. As she slipped into the upholstered seat, Inali breathed in deeply, savoring the scent of freshly baked breads and herbs that wafted through the air. She glanced down at the parchment menu and decided on the carved pork and roasted greens sandwich before passing the menu to Doran. After he decided and the pair had ordered refreshments and food, Inali spoke up once again.

“So, you’ve fled to Etzos to avoid persecution, and you’re heralded as a hero in the process.”

A light smiled played on her lips as she recalled the young artist a few streets down from the inn she was staying at,

“People are even painting portraits of you. They’re not the best, but they beat the reception I’ve been granted. I’m curious though, what do you plan to do here? If you have a profession that interacts with the public, you’ll be drowning in nels. Will you be able to handle the attention?”

She had faced similar notoriety in Ne’haer after she had spared Rigo’s life. Half of the public was in awe that she survived interacting with Thetros. The other half wished to see her in court right alongside the serial killer. While it was flattering at first, she had tired of the judgement, arguments, and free drinks after little more than a season.
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Wed Apr 26, 2017 6:26 am

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As Inali stated that she needed to find someone to teach her, the Mortalborn almost offered to help her out. He doubted that there were a lot of people in the city that were better suited for the task than him. He was both a teacher and a master swordsman, and he had fought in a war before – he knew what mattered in a life or death situation – but he was not some sort of good Samaritan that tried to fix every weak person that he came across. He would wait until he knew more about her and whether she would be of any use before he made a decision in that regard.

He was fully prepared for more stares, for more questions and more random people thanking him for stabbing an Immortal that they had never met and probably never would, but the occupants of the café seemed to be far too busy to pay him any heed which was something that he was grateful for. He sat down and ordered beef and a glass of fine red wine before he turned to face Inali again and corrected her in a matter-of-fact tone,

“I didn’t flee. At least the persecution that I would potentially be facing elsewhere was not my main reason for coming here. I came to Etzos because I was looking for like-minded people, for allies that might be willing to join my fight. As for being heralded a hero, apparently. It’s strange how quickly the perception of what is good and evil changes depending on where you are and who you talk to. It makes you wonder, doesn’t it?”

He could not help but remember a mortal woman that he had met in Andaris as he said that. Yrmellyn Cole and he had spent an entire trial debating good and evil and the intricacies of human nature. He had met her again, several seasons after that. She was one of the few people currently alive that he considered to be somewhat worthwhile, apart from Beira, an Yludih that he had once loved with something akin to madness, but she had gone to Uleuda as all of her kind eventually did.

The portraits though. His gaze darkened very slightly as Inali mentioned that. He was not too fond of portraits. He could not help but worry that somebody would eventually compare the portraits and him, realize that he had not aged at all and draw the correct conclusion – that he was of Immortal blood. It meant that he would have to move after a couple of arcs as even Syroa’s Blessing did not allow him to permanently change his appearance.

“I’ve seen those portraits”, he remarked curtly. “You would think that people would make more of an effort for their supposed hero. As for what I’ll be doing here apart from the obvious, I’m a chemist, one of the most skilled ones you will find.” The words had been spoken entirely without arrogance. The Mortalborn was truly one of the best in his chosen field, if not the most skilled chemist that was currently alive.

“The attention concerns me little”, he continued. “Being praised and showered with nels is far preferable to the alternative. What about you though?” he asked. He’d realized that he knew nearly nothing about the woman whose life he had potentially saved. She was not a warrior, that much was obvious, but perhaps she had other skills?

“What is an Eidisi doing in a city that hates her kind?”
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Sun Sep 03, 2017 1:59 pm

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Such a shame that the thread did not get completed! You portray Doran with such a well-written intrinsic sense of arrogance and purpose it's fantastic! Your writing is excellent and everything about Doran seems calculated and calm ~ even realising he's hungry! Cold, calm, calculating and yet with a simmering rage beneath the surface. Really well written and a great read. As I said, a shame that the thread didn't get completed.

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Sat Jun 23, 2018 5:07 am

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I had a different idea of the 'mounting' that was gonna go down in this thread. Too bad it was never finished.

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