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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.

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Sat Nov 12, 2016 12:48 am

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S T A N D I N GT R I A L S



G L O B A L E V E N T



TREID'S HEART
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19th Trial of Vhalar, Arc 716


The city of Ne'haer stood in quiet ruin. Smoke from burning fires loomed in the air above crumbled stone pillars that was once the Eastern Temple. The Northern Gates of the city were weakly fortified and the walls around it seemed ready to crumble from the assault they'd experienced the morning after Taj'thara.
Around the gate were members of The Blades, defending the city against the perpetuating onslaught of shadows beasts as they knocked against the fortifications and somehow managed to climb the wall. These beasts had slain a number of citizens and the silence within the streets with the eerie echo of battle by the gate only emphasized the misfortune that befell Ne'haer.
Several ships had dock in the city's harbor over the past few days and with them, the presence of several otherworldly beings arrived to greet the ruined city. At the time, they'd helped push the shadow beasts beyond the gate, but as the days passed, the monsters where steadily becoming stronger.
It was on the nineteenth of Vhalar when the Immortals gathered in the great Judgment Halls, being that this was the only location that hadn't fallen to ruin from the raid. The Judgment Halls were also spacious enough to house everyone who needed or wanted to be in attendance for the meeting. It was important that the remaining humans were advised on what was currently happening.
However, the Immortals did not come unarmed. At least, not all of them. Each being was suited in protective armor that shimmered with ethereal power. Anyone in the room could feel the immense strength contained in such space that none would dare lift a finger to harm these beings.
There were six high chairs made of stone situated atop a marble dais that overlooked a large room with high ceilings and gold, draping fabric that hung eloquently from the walls. The room and the people situated within the chairs and on the steps of the dais commanded authority, all of whom watched the people gather. The Immortals already ventured through Emea with their chosen few and delivered them to the city to help fight back the Shadow Beasts. Though the mortals looked worn and weary, they stood as a mass, ready to listen to the great beings.
Seated within the chairs were Illaren, Moseke, U'frek, Ethelynda, Ymiden, and Xiur. Yvithia remained standing, shrouded in comfortable robes, and stood next to U'frek's chair while Vhalar sat on the steps in front of Moseke. Qylios stood just before the dais and was the closest one to the mortal gathering. Her hand rested on the hilt of her sword as she waited in full battle gear for the rest of the parties to enter the halls. Then, with a look back at Xiur, she move through the crowd towards the doors and sealed them shut behind her, plate and chain mail ringing lightly as she walked.
“Greetings Mortals...” U'frek called after the murmurs had died down. “It is by unfortunate events that we gather here today and I fear the news we share will do little to provide comfort for you all...”

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Sat Nov 12, 2016 3:28 am

The immortals

They were... inspiring amazing intimidating, beautiful and ugly. Symbri had been fighting with the shadows for some time though how many days it had been since theyed arrived she no longer new, she'd spent too many a night keeping silent vigil with torch and spear to have kept track of days and nights. She'd been on the frontlines fighting the shadows, enough that her name had passed lips enough time for her presence in the hall to have earned her a bit of respectful distance, enough to give her the breathing room she at least desired. If anyone had asked her if she'd thought she'd be in a war council with immortals a season ago she would've asked them if they were ok, now her she was bruised and tired leaning against a wall trying to stay awake to hear what the immortals had to say.

If she'd met them before the struggles she'd been through recently she would've been utterly cowed, but after fighting shadows on the frontlines and escaping with her life, she was less frightened of them and more awed. if anything she was thankful for the moment of safety their presence offered she could let her guard down for a little while. Symbri hadn't been one to hold much faith in the immortals, she'd grown up outside of the city and had wanted to be a dancer, she was no soldier or priest, or she hadn't been, she didn't know what she was anymore. An unlucky soul who'd taken up arms perhaps, her options had been do or die, and she wasn't planning on dying, Still wasn't. But when Qylios strode past her to seal the doors, for the first time she felt a glimmer of hope, the woman was tall, and imposing, and beautiful, she strode with an unerring confidence. for a brief moment Symbri's only thought was, "I wanna be like her" the glimmering armor and stride that bore both elegance and an edge that warned of swift and deadly retribution, if this was the presence of an immortal, then perhaps they really would survive, and Ne'haer would be freed from its curse.

But then the blind looking immortal began to speak and Symbri's hopes nearly shattered, her face contorted into a grimace she wasn't ready to die she hadn't fought so hard to die just because some immortal was bringing bad news, her mind was beginning to run nearly every negative scenario it could come up with, forming horrifying possibilities. but then the corner of her eye caught the glimmer of the armor the immortal near her wore. Straightening her back Symbri searched her mind and found the solidarity that she'd been forming since the attacks, she wasn't as fragile as she had been, she'd seen too many die next to her, too many fleeting comrades fall for their beliefs, protect the city and her, and she them. So when the god spoke and her mind unified itself instead of fear she found a little bit of anger, anger at whatever was causing this, so even if an immortal was denouncing the situation she wasn't going to lay down and accept whatever fate was being thrown at her. Too many people had died believing in this city and it's people.

Standing tall as she could the diminutive girl in the back of the room spoke up, a voice, she felt represented all the gathered mortals gathered.

"W-we may be mortals... But we.. We are not afraid."

Swallowing hard she felt immediately that she should not have spoken as a flush tinged her cheeks and a mild fear of retribution for a moment struck at her heart, for a moment she almost wished she was back on the frontlines with just a torch like day one.
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Sat Nov 12, 2016 7:51 am

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Lei'lira had spent the past two days helping out where and when she could. She hadn't known what else to do while she was in Ne'haer, and helping others took her mind off of other things...like worrying about what exactly the Immortals wanted them to do. But no matter how much work she had managed to do, there was far too much left to be done. It looked to Lei'lira as if most of the city had been destroyed. It was a terrifying sight. When she thought of Warrick being laid to waste by the shadow creatures, she felt sick inside. She offered a silent prayer to any Immortal who would listen to protect her beloved home from such a fate.
The only place she had seen that remained untouched was this building; the Judgement Halls. That was where Lei'lira found herself now, along with many others. Several people were already there when Lei'lira arrived. Though to call them "people" seemed almost disrespectful. One of them was the man who had steered the ship she'd traveled from Andaris to Ne'haer on; the Immortal, U'frek. The others who stood or sat on the steps of the dias had a presence that was every bit as commanding...and intimidating...as U'frek's was.
Of the eight Immortals that were on the dias, Lei'lira recognized only one for certain, and that was U'frek. But she thought that she recognized one of the women from vaguely remembered images she had seen in Descind when she had visited the city on her quest to find Lei'luna. If her memory was right, then the woman was Moseke, the Sev'ryn goddess. Lei'lira couldn't help but feel more awe at being in her presence than she did in that of the other Immortals. More awe, and less fear.
When U'frek began to speak, Lei'lira felt a chill run down her spine. They were finally going to find out what the Immortals wanted of them...and whatever it was, it probably wasn't going to be anything good. Lei'lira vaguely wondered just how many of the people in the room were likely to survive whatever the Immortals had in store for them. Someone in the crowd called out "We are not afraid." Lei'lira bit back the words she wanted to say. She couldn't speak for anyone else in the crowd, but she was terrified...terrified, but at the same time determined to do her best to face whatever was to come.
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Sat Nov 12, 2016 1:46 pm

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Ti'niva stood among the crowd of people and watched the immortals who sat in their high and mighty seats. He could see that these beings were much different than those of normal men, yet he did not necessarily agree with the way they were placed here. He had the greatest of respect for the Immortals and their aims often to protect their mortal counter parts, yet he did not enjoy how they were often placed so highly above himself and his peers. This was one of the reasons he loved the earth mother, the founder of his race, Moseke. She lived among her people and often treated them as her equals, listening to them and advising them when in need of her help.

Ti had only met Moseke a few trials before the meeting which was now occurring. From his few brief moments of contact with her he had discovered how kind and caring she really was. She had healed him after his battle with the creatures of darkness and now here he stood. He was in a city he had never been too before preparing to follow a large group of people he had never seen towards what felt like impending doom. Ti found himself wondering what the plan for all these people could be. Were they to launch a full scale assault against the shadow creatures or was this going to be some sort of small task forced assigned to taking the fight to whoever was causing these atrocities.

He stood up straight and listened intently as U'frek began to speak he was more than ready to hear why they had been invited there. It appeared he would soon hear his answer, until a female voice spoke up over the crowd. "We are not afraid!" Ti felt like this was a lie, fear was only natural he felt it and everyone he had ever known felt it. Without fear people would become too comfortable and mistakes would be made. Fear is what keeps us inline and safe, without it we would be hurt a lot more than is healthy.

"Fear is natural, without it we would be useless." Ti murmured to himself in his native tongue as he awaited U'frek to continue with the information he was waiting so patiently to hear. He gently scratched his side remembering where the gash from the beast had been before Moseke had kindly healed him. Her skills were beyond belief and had made him begin to wonder what these other immortals could do. What powers could these beings have, and he wondered whether he may even see some in action during his time in Ne'haer.

He took a moment to look around the room examining the many different races. The room was packed with people and races from all over Idalos, most of which Ti had never seen before in his life and never would have imagined seeing. As he looked around he realised just the extent of the crowd. It was not too big yet it was still big enough to leave Ti'niva feeling a little uncomfortable. He was never good with crowds and that hadn't changed
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Sat Nov 12, 2016 3:04 pm

Ne’haer, the city that had been his home for over a decade, was barely recognizable. He had thought that the situation in Rynmere was bad, but as he left the ship he found himself in something resembling a nightmare. The air smelled of smoke. The Eastern Temple stood in flames, and even now shadow creatures tried to climb the walls and continued their onslaught. He felt a sharp pain in his chest for a moment as he observed the destruction around him even though he had such a low opinion of his fellow adventurers and had almost abandoned them during the journey to Death’s Door.

Still, he could not bring himself to staying with them until the meeting. He did not trust any of them, perhaps with the exception of a certain woman he only knew as an Eidisi. While they did whatever it was that people like them did, while they helped those that were probably beyond help and played the part of the Good Samaritans he made his way through the ruined city alone, protected by the necklace he had been given and his sword. There were a few people he needed to talk to, if they had survived the latest attacks.

The small shop at the docks where he had often bought fish and seafood was gone, as was the entire building where it had once been located. The old alchemist who he had frequently visited had already died over an arc before, as her neighbour informed him before she hastily retreated into her home again, out of fear that the shadow creatures would return any time. The apothecary who he had once shared a business with was still alive though – barely. He had been seriously wounded when he had tried to defend his family and his home.

He did what he could – he bandaged his wounds and told his wife and him what they had to do in order to prevent further infection, although he was not sure if he would live – before he questioned him on the latest events, but unfortunately the short conversation revealed nothing new. The man could only tell him that the shadow creatures had attacked, but not why and who was behind it. And neither was his wife able to reveal anything that he did not already know.

He did not know where the others stayed. It mattered little. During his walk through the city he had discovered that the house where he had once lived was still mostly intact, and thus he had sought refuge there. The familiar surroundings were a source of comfort to him and enabled him to think more clearly. He spent the remaining two trials thinking, about the purpose of their mission, the destruction that he had witnessed and whether such a thing could ever be justified. Was this all some sort of morbid joke at their expense or perhaps an attempt to cleanse Idalos of those that were weak?
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He had considered not attending the meeting, but in the end curiosity drove him to the Judgement Halls. He wanted to find out what the Immortals had to say. It was unusual that the building had remained untouched. Was it due to their presence? If they had been able to protect this building why had they not done anything to save the rest of the city or at least a few more people than they had?

He stepped through the door, sheathing his sword as he did so. He decided to remain at the back of the building, near the entrance so that he could quickly leave again if the situation got out of control. From there he quietly observed the beings on the dais. The sight did not leave him entirely unaffected. After a while he realized that he was not among them though. His father had not joined the other Immortals. Had Syroa been right when she had claimed that he did not care about him at all? He began to wonder more and more if this was really where he was supposed to be.

The fact that the doors were sealed after the last adventurer had entered the building confirmed his suspicion that it was possibly a trap or that certain Immortals were at least keeping a few things from them on purpose. Why else would they lock them all up here? If they had only been worried about the shadow creatures attacking, they could just have closed the doors. He automatically began to scan the room for other possible exits.

Mortals. The barest hint of a frown was visible on his face as U’frek spoke. Was it true then? Had the Immortals really gathered a group of mere mortals, most of whom had held a weapon in their hands for the first time in their lives on the ship? Was he the only Mortalborn, the only one who had a modicum of combat experience? He cast a glance at the woman who claimed that they were not afraid. She seemed to be nervous and her voice trembled.

In fact half of them seemed to be absolutely terrified. For a moment he was tempted to speak up, to tell them what a foolish idea that was, but there was something about the beings in front of them that suggested that it might not be a good idea to draw too much attention to his person, at least for now. It would be better to listen to the news they claimed to be about to share with them all. Maybe they had some information that would change his mind?

As he waited for the Immortals to finally tell them more, he made eye contact with Yana who he had talked to on the ship. What did she think of all that?
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Sat Nov 12, 2016 6:43 pm

Tei'serin was lost. Completely, and utterly lost. It had taken two days for the caravan she'd gotten swept up into to reach the city. During the trip, they had quickly realized that she was not a warrior like they were, and they had abandoned her to her fate as soon as they arrived at Ne'haer. Some of them had felt guilty for doing so, but that didn't stop them from doing it. Tei'serin understood their reasons. They had come to fight the shadow creatures, and aid the city with their fighting skills. But Tei'serin was no fighter. She had no real idea how to use the katana she carried, and at best she would be a liability to the other soldiers; one they could scarce afford.

There were no caravans heading back to Treth, and Tei'serin didn't think she could make it all the way back home if she set off on her own. So she stayed in the city, helping out wherever she could. Sometimes, she helped to dig people, both living, and dead out of their homes. Other times, she helped carry supplies to wherever they were needed. But it was her skills with herbs that were most useful to the people she found herself among. Every survivor who knew anything of healing was overwhelmed by the needs of the city. People were dying simply because there wasn't anyone available to see to their injuries. Simple injuries turned deadly as infection set in for the same reason.

Tei'serin was no doctor, but she did know something about herbs. So she quickly found all the work she could handle in harvesting any herbs that had survived the destruction, and making every remedy she knew how to make. She thanked Moseke for the gift of the herbs she used, and prayed to her as she worked, asking her to bless the herbs she used, and increase their potency, as well as to guide her in making the herbal remedies. Fourteen trials were spent in this manner, fourteen long, exhausting trials. Tei'serin quickly lost herself in her work. It was far better to make herself useful than to dwell on her own situation, or worry about what he would do to her once he learned that she had gone to Ne'haer. That he would learn of her disobedience was a given...and her guardian wouldn't care that she hadn't meant to do so. Punishment would be swift, and harsh the next time she saw him.

Tei'serin worked hard, and slept little. Every trill she wasn't working felt like a failure. How many would die of their injuries due to a lack of medicines because she was too weak to push beyond her need for sleep and use the time to make more remedies? When she reached the point of collapse, she was guided to a corner where she could get some rest. Then it was right back to work the moment she woke up.

Rumors of a meeting in the Judgement Halls. Since Tei'serin had managed to make enough remedies to last for a while, she was asked to attend the meeting. Not knowing how to get there, she followed the crowd. The Judgement Halls was the one place she had seen in the city that remained undamaged by the shadow creatures. When she entered the hall, she saw eight people sitting, or standing on the dias while the crowd gathered.

One of those people...was far more than a mere mortal. Tei'serin's eyes widened in shock, and awe as she recognized Moseke sitting among the others. Another looked like the descriptions she had heard of U'frek, the Biqaj Immortal. Though she didn't recognize the others, they had the same commanding presence of the two Immortals she did recognize. That made Tei'serin believe that they must be Immortals as well. She couldn't help but wonder what so many Immortals were doing in one place at the same time. That didn't usually happen...did it? Especially not when they were making themselves known to mortals. It was obvious that they had something to tell the people gathering in the Judgement Hall...but Tei'serin found herself suddenly wondering if she really wanted to know what they had to say. Surely such news would be...huge. Too big and important for a worthless burden like herself to be involved in.

Still, Moseke was there, and Tei'serin felt comforted by her presence. She wanted to hear what Moseke would tell them. As she made her way through the crowd in search for a spot near the dias where she wouldn't be in the way, she saw a man that looked strangely familiar to her. She didn't know the man; had never seen him before. Yet she somehow felt that she had met him before, even knowing that it was impossible for her to have done so. He was a Sev'ryn. As she drew closer, he said something, seemingly to himself. Most of it was lost on her due to her poor grasp on her mother's native language. But she thought that she recognized the word "fear." Under the circumstances, it seemed fitting. There was certainly a lot to fear these trials. She felt strangely drawn to the half familiar looking man, so she found a spot nearby where she could observe him, and try to figure out if and how she knew him. But she didn't quite have the courage to speak to him, and ask. She didn't know him, after all, and men were unpredictable. Dangerous. Thorin had taught her that.
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Sat Nov 12, 2016 8:26 pm

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Padraig had never visited Ne'haer before. Truth told, he hadn't intended to this time either. But once aboard the boat that had brought him and others here, there'd been no way off, and no way back. It must have been a grand city once, or at least an ordinary one. But now it was in ruins, having been overrun by shadowbeasts and who knew what else. Seeing it as they'd passed through the gates, he'd come no closer to figuring out why they'd been brought here, than from the beginning of their journey.

Between arriving and gathering at the Judgment Halls, he'd spent most of his time on his own. He only knew one or two of the others well, most he didn't know at all. Instead, he'd lent a hand helping to sort out the rubble, or tend to the wounded. And he'd taken the time to improve on his sword skills some. But when the time came, he joined the others and entered the hall. Round his neck, he wore the string of shells he'd been given. The armor and shield, his sword and knife. Having grown accustomed to it, Padraig carried the look of a fighter off fairly well. But inwardly, he couldn't help but feel like a fraud. He was a scholar, not a fighter, and had no idea why he was here.

The dais, the figures on it, the vastness of the hall: None of it help to put his mind at ease. Even if he hadn't recognized one of the Immortals, or at least recognized him to be one now, he couldn't have mistaken them for anything but. One or two of the others who'd been aboard the boat had arrived already. But there were others that he didn't recognize at all. Immediately he lost himself in the growing crowd though, and found a place along the wall where he could observe.

Some of those assembled seemed frightened. But apart of a sense of dread, an uncertainty about why they'd been called together and to what end, for the most part Padraig was fascinated. It was truly awe inspiring. Though in a moment, when the woman spoke and barred the door with them all inside, it was less fascination again and a little more uncertainty than before.
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Sat Nov 12, 2016 9:03 pm

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Ne'haer was a mess. A city ruined by fire and smoke, more closely resembling the aftermath of a rebellion, the death of an empire, than the metropolis where the Immortals wanted to meet their (in)capable champions. Perhaps it was done so deliberately, Yana considered, to leave an impression on the arriving mortals. To show with a single image just how bad the situation was. The unharmed Judgment Halls were a contrast, speaking volumes of their power. The destruction could not touch them. They were powerful. With them on their side, the mortal champions could win this war.

Perhaps.

On the other hand, the Immortals could very well be negligent, not giving a damn about the city surrounding their meeting spot. Perhaps this was indeed just an elaborate game to them. A brief bit of entertainment to keep them sane throughout their immeasurable lifespans. Who knew?
Either way, Yana could not fathom they would care. They stood above mere mortals after all –or at least that was what their name and aura of power would suggest.

The doors were closed and locked behind them, and though the Yludih could not help but snap her head into the direction of the Immortal who'd locked them all in, she did not move more than that. Thoughts of traps burst into her mind, eye darting to and fro, looking for other exits, even though she suspected that they too would have been locked tight. She sighed then, deciding there was no choice but to endure and undergo what the Immortals had planned for them. At least in this place. Outside was another matter.

Her mind wandered as did her eye, scanning faces, recognizing only few of them. More fodder for the shadow beasts, she thought. Though not one to judge on first impressions, if the others from her group were any indication, the other Summoned would be just as capable soldiers as children with a sticks. Naive, stupid, and incompetent, that summed it up fairly well. She'd seen a lot of them try and be of help to the city, fighting of the waves of shadow beasts, treating the injured, patching up damaged buildings... Yana had done little of those, not finding she had a duty to fulfill here. She was a squire of Andaris, of Rynmere. Not Ne'haer. She did not need to lift a finger. There were better ways to spend one's time. Such as studying the enemy; shadow beasts and a certain man. Especially the former had fascinated her. The ethereal-like beings that were solid. Forming from smoke, returning to smoke. And yet they still could kill and maim and destroy. Understanding how they worked and what they were would maybe aid in keeping herself alive, the Yludih believed. Sadly, even with the talisman around her neck she had been unable to capture one to study to her heart's content.

U'frek spoke then, looking exactly like he had done on the ship, except for the armor he wore. Perhaps it was one of his many disguises –legend told of their ever-changing appearance after all-- he had decided to keep wearing in order not to confuse his group of Summoned. His words bode little good, striking with worry and fear. Some tried to deny their emotions, calling out that they were not afraid. Perhaps they were telling the truth; maybe their skull was so dense they could indeed not feel fear. But the others did not look the part. Yana wondered what they were going to learn here. The names of their foes? Ways to beat them? Some bullshit about one or other prophecy and a chosen one? A simple statement that they were all doomed? That this happening was the first sign of the Apocalypse?

Her gaze shifted to Doran, catching his inquisitive glance. She gave a shrug in reply. Too little information still, there was nothing worth discussing just yet. Her finger touched her ear, signing they should listen first, then draw their conclusions. There was no use in talking or exchanging opinions with only two lines spoken. There was no use in panic when they had not yet been briefed on the exact situation. Everything they could do now was useless and meaningless. They had to listen first, then act. With calm mind and rational thinking. There was nothing else they could do anyway.
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Sun Nov 13, 2016 1:50 am

He had done what U'frek had asked. He had told the people on the ship to go to the Judgement Halls. He had fulfilled his duty to the immortal.

And had, once again, nearly been proven false.

For two long, dark days they had waited. But there had been no meeting of immortals. There had been no one to greet the newcomers to this war-torn land, to give them direction. For all purposes, it had seemed that U'frek had abandoned his chosen to a building which in its silence was but an empty promise, devoid of all hope.

And outside the Council, in the streets of Ne'haer, hope was even more scarce.

Everywhere Quio had gone in the city, everywhere he had searched for leadership, for someone who might know what they needed to do... everywhere, he had only been met by refugees: the hurt, and poor, and lost.

The only thing he had become certain of in those two starless days was this: Ne'haer was burning. Ne'haer was dying. The walls had been shored up, much like the walls that had failed the people during the war in Rynmere. It was hard for a person to catch their breath from all the smoke in the air. It was hard to find proper rest from the fighting and work and worry. The pain, the death, the fear. Buildings had been destroyed. Rubble and the fallen lay in the streets. Houses stood with doors and windows missing or bashed in, raided for what little they had, or collapsed completely to ruin.

Homes had been burned to the ground. Like how the people of this city had burned Quio's home when he was a child. Mothers lost to death or worse. Like his own mother had been when they had ripped her life away. Families torn apart.

Quio didn't know what to do.

He had avoided this place for so long. He had been angry at this place for so long. He had blamed the people of Ne'haer for how much he had hurt.

And now he had finally come back... and they were the ones who were hurting. And they were the ones in need.

Like he had needed help, when he was but an orphaned child.

This time around the monsters weren't the citizens, but the shadowbeasts who still pounded at the gates, marring the once sparkling white walls of the city with their teeth and claws and insatiable hatred. Those once-bright walls now smudged black in places with soot and smoke. Like the armor the gods had supplied that Quio was wearing.

Looking around, seeing the devastation, he could not deny that for a short time, he had been one of those monsters. For a short time on the ship, he had been little better than these people's murderers.

Now for him there was none of the fearsome, maybe righteous anger he had felt when he had been possessed by the beasts, only confusion and guilt. Now the Yludih wandered the streets and wondered if he had any heart left in him to give... and then, regardless, he made up his mind and fell to work. For two days, he did what little he could for the city that had once scorned him.

Mostly, he and a few others worked together to put out fires. He couldn't stand the smell of that awful smoke.

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When the meeting finally came, he was ashamed of his surprise that it had happened at all. Like the rest of the chosen he made his way back towards the Judgement Halls.

Somehow, the Council remained untouched.

U'frek was there on a throne of stone, among others, and as soon as he saw him Quio felt the immortal's presence like a heavy weight in his chest.

What was he, compared to that? Powerless. Helpless. Weak. In despair.

Indebted.

He knew he would do what U'frek wanted, no matter what it was the man asked. After what had happened on the ship... after he had been reached out to, looked in the eye, and told to follow. He was bound. He was here.

Yes, he was here.

But immortals, after all the tragedy he had seen in the city and experienced himself, he was tired. And uncertain. His faith ailing. And more than anything, despite what one of those gathered had called out in a quavering voice, he was afraid.

So it was through exhaustion that, despite the foreboding nature of the immortal's words, the Yludih found he just wanted to do what was required of him and let it be done.
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Rafael Warrick
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[Global Event] The Great Meeting

Sun Nov 13, 2016 5:16 am

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Rafael stood seperated from the bulk of the crowd in one of the far corners of the hall, his back pressed against one of the wooden pillars that held the building together. It hurt. Everything hurt, down to his little toes. The endless nightmare had besieged him with scratches, cuts, and bruises, some were healing, others were fresh. But no wound could surpass the scar that had been inflicted on his mind. There was no end to the nightmare. Day after day the hideous creatures came forth from the accursed mist. He'd become numb and indifferent to the sight of citizens being torn apart. Their blood curling screams as tender muscle was being ripped from their bones no longer caused him to shake and shiver involuntarily. He'd seen it all, just like he had seen the defenses of this city crumble like its walls. There was no hope left, it was just a matter of time before the shadow took them all...

Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he eyed the immortals. Their arrogance was almost palpable, like a bitter smell clinging to the air around them. He slid his gaze over them, one by one. Some of their respective names returnes to his mind as he recalled them from his classes under private tutelage years ago, back at home in Warrick... Oh, what he wouldn't give to return there now, instead of perishing in defense of a foreign city.

Sighing, he glanced around the hall in search of Malcolm. He hoped the knight was still alive do that perhaps they could return to Rynmere together. Instead, he spotted two other familiar faces. One belonged to Symbri, that crazy girl, and the other was none other than his cousin Le'lira. What on earth was she doing on a battlefield?

Yet he stayed where he was. A large part of why he'd come to Ne'Haer was that no one here knew or cared about his last name, and for the time being he liked to keep it that way. Besides, he didn't have any connection with his cousin anyway, with her being at the top of the Warrick picking order, and him being at the very bottom. Just as he tore his eyes from Le'lira, Symbri decided to speak up.

He huffed. Not afraid? Looked like she'd gone off the deep end. Besides, her voice betrayed her as she struggled to pretend to be courageous. Unless she meant that the horrors from the fog had become so commonplace that some of the initial shock and terror had subsided, he couldn’t agree less. Fear what was had kept him alive.

His gaze returned to the immortals, doned in their immaculate armor, and he sensed the immense power that was contained within those masterpieces. Wouldn't mind exchanging a set for the battered leathers, or what was left of it, that he'd survived in so far.

U'frek spoke with a powerful voice but refrained from mentioning the ill news just yet.

"I don't need comforting," Rafael broke thre silence as he pushed his back from the pillar he'd been leaning against, "just tell me how to beat them... Or are they even beyond your power?" A hint of venom tinged his voice as he posed his question.
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