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Considered one of the most mysterious cities in Mizahar, Alvadas is called The City of Illusions. It is the home of Ionu and the notorious Inverted. This city sits on one of the main crossroads through The Region of Kalea.

Tears of the Wind

Postby Morst on September 5th, 2017, 6:43 pm

Tears of the wind
1 Fall 517 AV

…And his wings descended, like mirages in the eye of a storm. For he was running from time itself, with the upheaval of many gods denouncing his existence. He was the epiphany of darkness in the land from which he dwelled, but even then Lhex’s cruelty choked his wings of flight. A jest in the wake of mortality, for folklore and prophesies held no boundaries to his life. Yet still, he was compelled, and found himself at ‘The Gaping Maw.’

He began his journey with his eyes closed. With no control over his destination, what more a fitting place to be bound than Alvadas.

So it passed that he was running from his own storm. A deep darkness and sadness emanating from his ethereal black wings. The sky opened to the sea from his faulty and haphazard descent to the world. He thought he could fly, run, away eternally. Yet, Iono, of all the gods opened maws to devour the discarded abomination – to which he simply answered in belated breath before crashing to the sea “To run from time.”


He flew until he fell, straight into maws that would either consume him or embrace him. His name, Morst, an anagram for Storm. For through his dark resonating wake, a storm had followed him – in one form of another. Through his understanding of life, and having no claim to any god, his existence was but a meager and sad one.

Flying to the gates exhaustion had befell him. It was a long and difficult journey, but he was compelled to escape from time itself. For to him time was an enemy, one that he simply didn’t possess any knowledge on how to defeat. Instead, with much thought and metaphysical philosophies, he decided to try and run from time itself, to perchance escape his fate.

Plummeting into the sea before the maws he didn’t necessarily care for the outcome weaved into him. Instead he only muttered but a short answer, and swam into the mouth of what could either be his doom or his solace. The mouth hadn’t answered back to him, and he continued down what felt like a canal for moments that seemed long at the time, but compared to his existence thus-far, were but a fraction of a tick.
Clutching onto his spear he spiraled through the waters, crashing into a land with a texture unknown to him. It was the most remarkable thing he had ever seen, but still he was confused, and unsure of how to proceed.

With great fury he let out a grumble that even whales would despise and run from just as he emerged from the waters and took to flight once again. He was barely able to keep his eyes open. The land before him was blurry, and he couldn’t make out anything. To him, he was still attempting to run from his cruel fate.

Black wings translucent in their splendor dripped waters off in a flurry of a misty haze down to the earth below him. His fin acting as if he was still swimming, which such an act for an Akvatari is simply not normal. It would be clear to any of his kind that he was either delirious or drunk.

With spear clutched, now more lazily, he started to flutter as if about to land before a plant, only for it to end to be a fly trapper. For his eyes grew heavy, and his entire body ached, almost more than his heart. As he descended to the land within, he crashed into a body of water, and ended up in slumber.
To the storms he descended into a paralyzing paradise of dreams and nightmares. Landing in no other than ‘Verylna’s Emerald Pond.” The pond now shrouded by his darkness. Long black hair floated among the surface like a shadow corrupting the depths of an ocean. His wings floating upon the water, making a stilled image resembling much of chaotic ink-stain upon paper. His fin, lower body, and head fully submerged. He had little time to wake from this predicament.

As he floated, unconsciously, in the mysterious pond he knew not of… his dreams took a form he had never seen before.

Blood dripped from a room without a ceiling, in the room, a strange woman appeared before a doorway. As he floated through the room, black wings dredged with red, he entered the doorway. Upon his entrance he re-emerged to the same room. Everything was the same, and once again he saw the woman appear before the doorway. This repeated four times before finally he decided to simply defy all logic. He flew up into the room without a ceiling, into the blood which dripped from the sky.

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Tears of the Wind

Postby Nianda on September 6th, 2017, 9:12 pm

1 Fall 517 AV

Nianda stepped out of her home and turned to look at its entrance. The building always appeared as a small attachment to another build, although the building it was attached to constantly changed. Today she was attached to some rather large building. Large enough to house multiple families, or at least one exceptionally large one. The decorations on the large building were lacking, matching the emptiness of it's newly attached structure. Her little home looked even smaller compared to the mansion it shared a wall with today. It's door curved at an odd, sharp angle. It was curious how she had been able to step through it without bending her body to match it's twisted shape. The thought faded as she turned and walked away. The sun was rising over the buildings, and the long shadows only added to the beauty of the tight streets within the city. She preferred these hours, almost as much as she relished the night time hours within the city. Her clothes were simple wool, and were almost scratchy compared to the silk garments that lined her long arms. These garments inscribed her pale skin with black and purple patterns. Web like strands flowed seamlessly between black, amethyst purple, and then back to black, all the way to the top of her bicep.

The watchtowers were lit, signifying the change of seasons. The beginning of fall then, another season away from Kalinor. A rare smile crept along her pale lips for a moment, but it was quickly gone. Her feet carried her slowly through the city, no particular destination in mind. She walked like this on most days when she had nothing, or little, to do. The rumors crept into her ears this way, carried there by the murmurings of the idle in the bazaar. That is, when they weren't occupied with customers.

Today she found herself at a common landing place, Verylna's Emerald Pond. Nianda knew little of the location's history, but she found it relaxing, serene even. The mysterious waterfall poured into the pool beneath. Everything about the location seemed to disturb your senses. Even the sound of the source-less waterfall was too quiet for as much water as it carried. She stepped up to a tree that careened barely over the pond. The nimble woman removed her boots and slowly climbed up the tree to its first set of limbs. Once cradled with them, she laid her back to the tree's trunk and looked back towards the city, towards the twisting path she hadn't taken to get here. This city had been such a magnificent experience for her. Her eyes danced along the moss covered rocks until they finally landed on the green pond. Where they went wide at what was within. Some...thing, was floating across the surface of the pool. It's finned tail lay limp in the water, drooping beneath the surface. On its back were perhaps, wings? But it's face, that was humanoid. The eyes that rested there were closed, serenely. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment as she descended from her perch, she hoped the creature was still beathing. She moved to stand on a couple of the mossy rocks at the pond's edge, and cocked her head curiously at the floating form before speaking. Her voice came out louder than she would normally speak, but the low, breathy tone held firm through it's message. “Well, should I fetch someone to pull your body from the pond?” She paused a moment, dissatisfied. “Or will you be staying there?” Her tongue traced the tip of her fang, unsure of herself, momentarily.
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Tears of the Wind

Postby Morst on September 7th, 2017, 12:55 pm

Four passages diverged into each other and as they met - a woman, void of all explanation, was there. It was a symbol for the crossroads, and to this day – it is remarkable that life was found after such a near death.


Morst flew to inconceivable heights, his wings still feeling the pressure of his previous flight. Only, something seemed off. Despite flying upwards, there was no drag on the air. Blood dripped in light droplets of rain and with a collapse of reality, Morst was no longer seemingly flying up anymore. The crimson rain diverted. The change of his spatial reality caused him to stop and just hover, but it didn’t matter, for it still felt as if he was flying. The feeling was sickening.

Even more sickening was that the woman he had seen before appeared behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder. Morst was calm and collected through the touch and turned to glimpse a look at her. The first thing he had noticed was how brittle and frail her hands had looked. Time seemed to have found her, and that was when he felt morbidly sad for the woman. He could relate to her, for when he saw the pain in her eyes as they had met he was enchanted.

Morst’s lips parted, but no sound had come out. Regardless he said the full sentence despite its mute presence. “I find escaping time is proving to be impossible.” As his words were deafly stated the woman had smiled.

She spoke towards him, but not in the typical sense. Floating forward ahead of him, as slow as if Morst crawls on land, she reached towards a mysterious door that just appeared. She turned her head towards Morst, and beckoned him to enter. As she opened the door, he could see a reflection to living world. A simple tree outlining the sky behind it. However, strange shades of purple and black line a pale figure. He couldn’t make it out, but it mattered little at this moment.

“It isn’t your time, horror haunts you, you must leave this pond. Memories and pains clearly follow you. Let me show you.”
Images of Morst’s past flashed before him. A storm awakened from the darkness and blood which was dripping over him. Water crashed against Morst as if he stood upon a rocky shore. He could smell the ocean, but it was overpowered by the blood.

A familiar face appeared before Morst, his father. Slowly his body split apart and fell to the waters below him. As he looked down to watch the unexplainable, Morst saw his spear in his hand, stained with crimson.

A sudden shock of realization hit Morst. His entire body started to tingle. He felt sick, and realized the blood that had been dripping had been his father, but the images weren’t over. Visions of his birth also came back to him. A single child prying its way to life, and taking a life in return.

“Who are you?” Morst asked as trying to understand what he had seen.

“I am Verylna, and have unlocked your past thanks to hypnosis. It may have cursed me, but I could at least free your curse. Even if cast upon yourself.” She smiled and then disappeared from Morst’s sight.

With a cruel push, mustering more strength than an old woman ever could Morst was pushed through the doorway. He wasn’t able to tell if it felt like hands that were pushing him, or a strange force.

oocThis is Verylna trapped within the pond of her own hypnosis. She then used hypnosis on Morst. During this time, the dream plane can be seen through the reflection of the pond vividly. It is conveyed to be deep within Morst’s mind, and as he fell unconscious in the pond it left him perceptible to the magic of the pond. Though it could have just all been an intuitive dream

As he awoke, his physical pain had eased a bit. It had been nearly four bells since he had landed in the pond. He noticed that he was indeed in a pond and thrashed about a bit with his tail, and readied his wings to push himself out of the water with great force. He rocketed upward, and caught glimpse with the figure he had seen before. His face, with tears escaping his eyes, had grazed right by hers by mere inches. Water fell off his body, and would have resulted in getting that figure wet. If not for curiosity Morst would have just flew off once again, and continue to fly until he couldn’t anymore.

He had reached nearly the horizon before he stopped mid-air and floated there for a few moments before thinking “Who was that? Why did she appear in my strange dream and then suddenly be here?”

With his beloved snake-spear in hand he stopped flapping his wings, resulting in him going into a freefall, much like a diver would sit atop a boat and dive into water backwards. Pointing his spear straight down he aimed his body straight for the figure that was in the tree. At the last moment, he hesitated and slowed his speed and shouldered his spear.

Normally, Morst is quite tall, being over 6 foot, but when he hovered, he seemed even larger. He did such right next to the tree and the pale figure, and his flipper was only a few feet above the ground. His crystal-blue eyes stabbed towards her in a glare.
“Are you conspiring against me as this Verylna woman did?”

He wasn’t sure why he had asked the question to this strange girl, and he knew that Verylna wasn’t truly conspiring against him, for he would be dead now if so.
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Postby Nianda on September 11th, 2017, 7:39 pm

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Amethyst eyes surveyed the pond over and over, contemplating whether to attempt to retrieve the creature and examine it, or perhaps to go try and find help. She watched as the pond's green surface morphed, colors flashed in it, too quick to see anything clearly within. Perhaps the sun was simply playing tricks on the water, or the city's illusions were working full-force this morning. From her angle she could see little of what moved through the water, but there was something beautifully haunting about the splash of colors.

Short moments later the body writhed, the first signs of life she'd seen from it. She forfeited her position beside the tree and neared the edge of the water. It seemed to be contemplating for a second, before it took off into the air, faster than she would have ever dreamed it to move. The thing blurred past her, and emerald water splashed on to her from the movement; although surprising, it was almost welcomed on a day with such pleasant weather. Those were in fact wings that had been floating beneath the form, and they resembled those of a butterfly. Her full, but mostly colorless lips smirked at the irony. If only she had spun a web.

Just as quickly as he had taken off, his body twisted and he was spiraling back towards the water. No, not towards the water, but towards her. He hands grasped something within them, but the rising sun was blinding at this angle, making it impossible to identify what it was. With three steps the tree stood between her and the incoming creature. Her heart began to pick up pace as her mind unraveled. Thoughts sporadically filled her head, the briefest memories of combat flashed before her. Spurts of her father's and brother's training. She surveyed her surroundings. A branch of the tree curled its way towards the path back to the city, but this beast was fast. Far faster than she could move on foot. Her mind snapped back into consciousness as the fluttering neared her, and noticed as it evidently slowed. She remained behind the tree, not in a rush to expose herself to the would be assailant. But the fluttering settled in a location, and that location sprouted a voice. She debated the newly poised question, sorting out her answer carefully before moving.

She rounded the tree, half of her body now exposed to the creature. Her eyes now truly examined it as she spoke. The flashes of color in the pool matched this creature almost perfectly. There was a chilling, haunting beauty to it. His blue eyes stood out most among the rest of his black features. They're icy stare was now met with an equally jarring amethyst pair. Those orbs cocked to the side as her smirk resurfaced. “Verylna? The Pond? You lay unconscious in a pond, and awake believing that me and the pond are conspiring against you? To answer shortly, no. I'm not conspiring against you. I'm not even sure what you are. I'm also rather certain the pond isn't conspiring against you either, if it were capable. Considering you were rather vulnerable when I arrived.”

Her head settled back into an upright position as she finished speaking. She made no effort to conceal her curious eyes exploring his curved tail and the attached fin. The curved wings complimenting his dark, dripping hair. Whatever it, or he was. It's facial features matched that of a man. Whatever he was then, she had never seen another like him in her short travels, or her time in Alvadas.
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