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Post by Akara on Oct 23, 2015 14:24:42 GMT
Marita - capital of the Confederation of Rivers, the agreement that lays at the heart of, and keeps the peace in, the Scavenging Lands. At least it would. Marita was a city built with grand things in mind, with wide and sweeping streets, tall marble buildings, and more homes than the comparatively small population could hope to fill. After all, why would merchants continue down the sometimes-perilous Yellow River when they could simply do business at the teeming Mecca that was (quite appropriately named) Nexus, considerably sooner along the river's banks? As a result of Nexus's influence, Marita was as much a symbol as anything else - those that were traveling from the West, North or South could find whatever they needed in Nexus, those coming from farther East were likely lost or up to no good.
Still, Akara enjoyed Marita a great deal, if only because it provided the backdrop of a city (which the urbane Chiaroscuran could appreciate) without the noise, bustle, and trouble that came with a city. And, because they tended to have wonderful festivals, regularly and enthusiastically. When you had that much empty space, after all, why not give tourists a reason to stay? This week was a celebration of the end of Calibration, and the coming growth seasons of Ascending Earth. It was still cold enough that the people were walking around with mugs of cider and cocoa, but not nearly so warm as the months before.
Children played. People chattered. A bonfire raged in the festival grounds, and Akara - with the wayward eye of a peacekeeper - was content to sip his sweet, cocoa and enjoy the pleasant atmosphere without worry of what tomorrow might bring. A trip to the North or East wasn't complete, in his opinion, with a stop in at Marita.
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Post by Steel Eyes Forsaken Bitterness on Oct 23, 2015 15:22:37 GMT
Marita, pleasant, welcoming, peaceful and currently filled with joy and hope. It was in desperate need of a reminder that there was nothing to hope for. The gods and season they so trusted were nought but lies and they were lies she was destined to reveal.
Incomprehensible whispering welled up in her mind as she strode the path to the town. The green of the trees was a sickness, an illusion, the people were an abomination no less in need of destruction than creation itself. She pitied them in a way, their pointless lives going on from day to day as if somehow their meaningless pursuits could accomplish anything more than waste time. She had seen the truth, the futility of living, life times of effort were nothing but wasted time. In Death...in death they would be freed from these bonds, this prison of existence, only then would they have value. The underworld desired her to come here. Her violent masters wanted this place to know the truth of their reality, and she would be that agent of their disillusionment.
The black plate she wore seemed to drink light as she walked rather than reflect it as it should. The once happy sounds of birds among the branches of tree and bush turned silent and a small quirk at the corner of her full lips was all the emotion she showed at the irony. Even the mindless birds were more aware of the danger walking into this place than the foolhardy mortals that moved about just ahead. Her Daiklave and shied on her back were waiting for what was coming but she was not alone. Her masters had sent a small squad of their twisted thralls behind her. they may be hours or a day behind but they were coming and sweet Marita would cry out for release.
Steel eyes walked into the town and drew looks from the people that went about their festivities. Her flawless alabaster skin, the bright red tattoos that adorned her face, the long black tresses that rested on her shoulders, she was lovely and their looks told her so. However, beauty was only skin deep and the monster they would soon face would haunt them, she would make certain of that.
Slowly she came to a stop and watched as a bright eyed young man approached with an extra mug and a smile that would have pleased her in another life. Boldly he walked to her and gestured to the pretty scenes and festive people.
"It's the end of Calibration traveler.' He said with a tipsy grin as he looked up into her steel grey eyes. "Have a drink and enjoy some time with us?"
She allowed an amused smile to touch her crimson lips as she looked at him. Calmly she reached up and brushed the backs of her gauntlet clad fingers against his sun tanned face before grabbing the mug and drinking it in seconds.
"Shoo." she said handing the mug back to the now confused man. He stood a moment as she made a dismissive gesture with her hands. "Shoo, shoo. While you can." her tone light and almost motherly. He would be haunted by her later and she loved the thought.
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Post by Akara on Oct 23, 2015 21:34:57 GMT
Akara had taken to wandering.
Well, he'd taken to it years ago, once destiny decreed that he was no longer bound to his fate in Chiaroscuro. But in an immediate concern, when it came to the festival, he was a-wandering. Akara didn't often get the chance to feel like a member of a community; the danger of returning home was recognition, the hazard of working for the Cult of Illuminated was that he was often sent abroad on his lonesome, to work on his lonesome. Stoic soul that Akara was, it wasn't a thing he often complained about. In fact, most of the time he rather enjoyed not having to trust his decisions and decrees to committee. But sometimes, it was nice to belong. Humans, Exalted or otherwise, were not made to walk Creation alone. That was why they formed villages, in his opinion - and why they held festivals. Festivals where any lonely soul could walk in from nowhere and feel like they belonged, if only for a day.
Akara chided himself forgetting caught up in the concerns and thoughts that aught to be the province of old men - he wasn't old by any stretch, after all! Simply prone to deep thinking. Here he was, in a fine new festival dress, cocoa in his hands, watching the proceedings go on without him. There was nobody to blame but himself if he wasn't having fun.
In about five minutes, Akara had found something to do - spinning about the dance pavilion in the middle of the festival grounds, being passed from handsome stranger to cheerful native. Very few outside of the northern coast of the South had any idea what a dereth was, after all - and this far east, he might as well be any other young woman out to laugh and enjoy herself. Heck, most people this far east hadn't seen anyone with skin quite so brown or hair so black, the norm in these parts tended towards green. Who wouldn't want to dance with an exotic beauty losing herself to jaunty string music? And what more fun was there in a festival in, again, feeling for just one day that you belonged?
Twirled about in the arms of a lanky, busty woman with an intoxicating accent, Akara happened to note someone who stuck out from the proceedings? Gorgeous, with brown hair and black armor, fully armed and looking bemused. Possibly - most likely - another traveler just passing through, but anybody with that kind of armament was worth making a mental note of. In such things, the young peace officer and slightly older Lawgiver were in agreement. Akara might have taken more than a moment to size up the addition if he hadn't had his attention stolen away by a furtive kiss from his green-haired dance partner and been sent spinning away, dizzy and laughing all the while, to enjoy a sweet offered to him by a child intrigued by his exotic appearance and graceful dancing.
In war as at court, even a Solar not trying too hard was bound to make an impression. Akara accepted the treat and fuffed the child's wiry green hair, before bodily scooping him up and taking him onto the dance floor with a cheerful laugh. The woman in armor had already passed from the Lawgiver's thoughts, and would remain so until something shattered the peace he was enjoying so openly.
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Post by Steel Eyes Forsaken Bitterness on Oct 26, 2015 21:28:46 GMT
Laughing children, jubilant faces of men and women alike as if all their woes were forgotten. She pitied them. They were trapped in a lie but soon they would be granted freedom from the lie of creation. The music and laughter seemed distant though and a crimson tear beaded at the corner of her eye as she saw an innocent child gathered into the arms of a beautiful young man. It was too much. She couldn't let them all go on in this pointless existence as if it could ever be meaningful.
Her eyes caught a man's as he moved to pull her into the circle of dancers. He spun her around and she offered no resistance. It was a kindness in a way that he had recognized she was there to bring them peace. He didn't know he recognized it but he didn't have too say what she knew to be so. After a lively reel she stopped and pulled the man's head down, pushed back the leaf green bangs and kissed hi forehead.
"For your kindness." she whispered as to a child, "You Will have peace first."
Her short sword came from it's sheath as the black and violet sunburst flared on her brow. The sword shot up under the man's ribs and severed his heart in a mercifully quick motion. The gasping man looked confused and hurt for just a moment before his eyes closed and he collapsed in front of her. Sounds of screams were vaguely heard as she sheathed the sword and pulled the daiklave from her back and turned toward the circle and the stunned people.
Steel eyes stared at the people and felt hope, hope that they would embrace death and be free.
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Post by Akara on Oct 27, 2015 4:25:22 GMT
The child wasn't a dancer, but what he lacked in skill and capability, he made up for in enthusiasm and joie de vivre. Akara approved, entirely, though it was with a grin that he set the boy down with the intention of enjoying another drink and taking a more passive role in the festival for a bit.
At least until he picked up that wet, 'thunk' sound of a blade sheathed in meat, and meat falling dead to the ground. Screaming. It was a good thing he'd decided to stay in town. Akara sent the boy on with instruction to find his parents and hide, then went looking for the source of the commotion. It wasn't hard to find - the woman in her black armor, standing over the body of a festival patron. She looked like she was having fun.
Akara interposed himself between the woman and the fleeing crowd, adopting the stance of a trained martial artist. His red sash fluttered around his waist, all not-even-five-and-a-half-feet of curvy, pissed-off Dereth tensed and ready to strike. "Drop your weapons and surrender to the authorities immediately." He ordered his stance reminiscent of a snake - balanced on the balls of his toes and ready to strike. "This is your only warning."
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Post by Steel Eyes Forsaken Bitterness on Oct 27, 2015 8:09:09 GMT
The people began to disperse, their cry's of alarm and warning rang out dully in the back of her mind. Everything was sharper and yet utterly disconnected from her. She felt a pang of jealousy of the dead man. After seeing what the true face of the world and what the Lover had shown her she would have accepted death easily. The pleasures these people enjoyed were nothing more than a waste of time and their existence even more so but they were as yet too blind to see it.
She turned a quarter turn to the man who declared she must turn herself in.
"A hero then?" she said calmly although a pang of sadness at the futility of heroics welled up in her, "I accept your warning. I'll need no more."
She lifted the soulsteel daiklave, it's long blade etched with a seraph-like face crying blood, and drew it parallel to the ground as she assumed the stance of one skilled with a blade. She had studied for years before death to master mortal swordsmanship and now she was far more than a mortal. Her pale Steel eyes began to drop bloody tears as she prepared to strike. She wanted the hero to watch the village be killed and their ghost collected for soulsteel. Perhaps then be would see the truth about life. Perhaps he would even join her.
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Post by Akara on Oct 27, 2015 8:43:18 GMT
His foe brandished metal, bearing graven and threatening imagery - it seemed there would be no peaceful resolution to this murder. Akara took a half step forward, head back, and flourished his sleeved wrists in a half-windmill around himself. Essence flowed through his body, and it went to task - making his strengths stronger.
Finally, standard martial arts posturing compete, he faced the woman with his hands in narrow points like the edges of knives, his movements prenaturally smooth and flexible - mimicking the fluid, striking power of the cobra. Sash and dreads fluttering with wind and movement, eyes narrowed and attentive, focused.
Almost imperceptibly, his forward hand twitched twice in an upwards curl - 'come at me'.
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Post by Steel Eyes Forsaken Bitterness on Oct 27, 2015 10:00:11 GMT
A warning offered, a warning ignored, and two warriors at the ready. A picturesque moment shared between two, it was intimate, the only intimacy she knew and she would thank his corpse for it.
She felt essence flowing through her as she watched the man's eyes. His serpentine movements like the vipers of her southern homeland however in this case she had fangs of her own.
Her blade turned counter clockwise as she lunged forward in a shoulder to hip slash and sought the man's twisting lithe body. The attack was calculated and precise intended for blood letting, for pain. She would not have this end too quickly. She wanted to enjoy their moment together and the bitter sweet pleasure of battle.
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Post by Akara on Oct 27, 2015 14:38:59 GMT
In came the lunge - thankfully, when your opponent was using a sword, you were usually well-served to expect being stabbed. Especially if it was a straight sword. The lithe martial artist flowed around the strike gracefully, his midsection twisting away from the strike just enough to avoid getting his kidney aerated by the woman's brutal attack. That was close! He ended the dodge with one leg off the ground, and closed in on Steel Eyes by stepping forward onto that foot.
His kick came up as his hips turned, the strike aimed for the Abyssal's jaw - it went wide, but the intention was to overwhelm more than skillfully strike, in this case. "I don't know what you are-" He began, his body twisting around on his toes, sash twirling.
The second kick came low, aimed for the woman's ankles - as soon as he'd touched the ground, he'd dipped low, placing a palm on the stony plaza floor and rotating like a dancer. "-but I'll tell you now-" The imperious Dereth promised, as his sweep was skillfully blocked in some appropriately awesome, Abyssally manner. That was fine. He'd striked high, he'd striked low, he wanted her defense to be flustered.
Akara rolled back and to his feet, as quick as a flash, then lept forward. "-these people are under my protection! Begone!" The jab was as quick as a serpent's venomous strike, a jab with those pointed fingers intended to strike the throat, the clavicle, with overwhelming force and speed. Had his opponent been a normal mortal woman, the strike might have felled her where she stood. Had she not been wearing ancient plate armor, it absolutely would have given her pause. But as it stood, even Akara's talented fist wasn't enough to penetrate artifact armor on it's own.
That was fine. He could hold this woman off for hours - maybe days. Hopefully by then, there'd be nobody around worth killing, or a Wyld Hunt would come in to take them out.
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Post by Steel Eyes Forsaken Bitterness on Oct 27, 2015 22:50:00 GMT
The dereth's eyes flashed and she moved her head to the side and turned her hips just as his lightning quick foot passed her head. He left no time for recovery nor counter as he fluidly moved from strike to strike with ethereal grace and speed.
His next strike came low, an effort no doubt to frustrate her defenses, he was not only skilled but intelligent and fast, a pity they could not have met sooner. The low strike snapped at her ankle and she spun her blade tip down and swung the targeted joint back and way as the flat of the etched blade pushed aside the hero's kick.
Again he struck much like the viper he seemed to emulate she moved to defend but his speed was beyond hers and he struck her armor with a force that she knew would have sent her backpedaling had the soulsteel armor not protected her. She would not be careless with this one.
She offered only a guttural snarl as she stepped back with a quarter turn of her hips. Her arms already in motion in the failed effort to block moved the blade up and as her hands reached chest height she slashed the blade diagonally low to high. Had she gotten full extension the strike could rend a man asunder but his strike had been firm and she could not compensate quickly enough. The blade was near him and the longer they fought the closer he felt. It was a pleasure her jaded master would never understand. The blade swept at him with a thirst for blood and tears.
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