Location Yuanu Ruins

[Trident]

Long forgotten has this place been that resides so close to the grass many hoofed feet trek across each day. The ruins of once was a village that skirted the edge of a empire once proud and strong. The Valterrian was not what had destroyed this village and killed the entire population, no that responsibility rests solely on the shoulders of Emperor Galifer. Seeming to be a mere whim of the spirit he had coldly ordered all of the town's residents slaughtered for 'treason' as he called it. More closer to the truth, pre-val historians whispered that it was more likely that he had done it to cover up a secret, a secret exposed somehow by one of the villagers and brought to his ears by the malicious words of a guard with his own agenda. There had been no such information uncovered though, the men and women were simple people living there lives as only they could. Galifer didn't care though, and before his very dinner table he saw to it that every man, woman, and child was executed before his dinner table while he laughed and drank to their torment. For a time after that, the place was a congregation place for what is known of still as a 'mass haunting', though none managed to recognize it as so for not a few months later the world tore open and shaped anew. The Valterrian shaped the world before the dead's eyes and most of those that had resided there where at last able to let go of the place of their final passing as the waves of change rolled across the land and returned back to the cycle of things. Now in the ruins, a few ghosts still mill about, and those that do are all from a time, long before the Valterrian changed the very essence of things. They yet hold on to their death, and refuse to let themselves fall back into the cycle of reincarnation out of conviction to something still yet unknown. Old stories from when men and women first rose from the caves after the cataclysm tell of silent sentinels forever tasked to watch over a powerful secret buried deep under the founding stone's of the village. What is known by most is little, and only that for the most part any who venture that way usually return strange, and stay that way till at least they are a days ride from the ruins, in which they suddenly seem to awake with no knowledge of what had happened. Only one living being remains full time at the ruins; a drykas spiritist. He resides in one of the still-standing houses and communes with the ghosts only daily, keeping an eye on them and whatever secret they protect for the Ankals. NPC List : Name: Alveta Windlo Race: Ghost, once human. Description: In life she had been a harpist, and had a talent for sewing as well. Alveta could always found to be sitting beside her windowsill, or perhaps outside, on a tree stump, enjoying the sun while she worked. Her quiet and demure nature that made her well-liked among many in life carried on into death. This makes her the more pensive out of the four, and the most calming presence in the group. By those rare few that have seen her, she has been wearing a simple white dress, and appears to have her auburn hair let loose to the wind. There is a wistful look in her eye, as she stands by and watches the village she cherished crumble and face away. Skills: Sewing: 58 Playing Musical Instrument (Harp): 29 Materialization: 26 Leadership: 20 Soulmist Projection: 13 Name: Gravous Lench Race: Ghost, once human. Description: A kind old man in life, a bitter soul in death but one that has learned patience as well. His mind has not weathered the centuries as well as Alveta has, but he has kept strong, and resolute, throughout it all. He was ready for death when his time came, but the death of his own daughter before his eyes kept his spirit tethered to this world in hopes of seeing the mad emperor slain for his grievous action, and with the Valterrian came a measure of peace, but so to with it came a discovery and one that kept him and the other four close to this spot for fear it might fall into the wrong hands. He is a much rarer sight than any of his 'companions', not much caring to be viewed by the living and tends to stay much closer to where his old house had been though he isn't above keeping watch when his time is due. To those unlucky few he appears to he looks to be a serene old man, with crow's feet that etch the edges of his eyes, and with a deep scowl that dispels any kindness that may have once been found there. Skills: Possession: 51 Tactics: 44 Soulmist Projection: 32 Materialization: 30 Running: 12 Name: Carthen Magestro Race: Ghost, once human. Description: As a common laborer and father of five in life, Carthen was mdade to be a simple man though much of his history went on known within the sleepy village. Now, in death, those he shares vigil with know well the of past he cared to share with him, and though he was young at death, there is yet much he experienced that has made him who he is, and is in no small part responsible for why they must remain here for years on end to guard that which he had help bring here. He usually is the one to deal with any intruders after Alveta has talked with them and they refuse to hear her warning. Most don't remember ever seeing him, though vague recollections consist of a well-muscled man walking towards them before everything goes dark. Skills: Materialization: 87 Possession: 57 Intelligence: 43 Shortsword: 27 Soulmist Projection: 24 Stealth: 14 Name: Valorona Starveil Race: Ghost, once a mixed blood. Description: A resident wizard of the village for only two years, she is the only one currently among the sentinels not to have been born and lived in the village their entire lives. Born in Alahea of a mage of the Uplifted and a Benshira, she crossed borders and changed names to follow her Suvan lover. A profound sadness she has had to endure for all these centuries and it has nearly made her mad on occasion, though Alveta has always been there to keep the grieving one sane and focused on their all-to-important task. To those rare few that have ventured near, she is often the first to be sighted out of all the sentinels, usually found on the beach near the water kneeling in a tattered grey dress, her wails carrying long over the water for the loss of her beloved. Skills: Morphing: 87 Shielding: 45 Materialization: 37 Glyphing: 32 Soulmist Projection: 30 Possession: 26 Name: Camdren Tallgrass Race: Human, drykas Description: The only living, sentient, creature still remaining in Yuanu Ruins, Camdren is a oddity among his people. Early on he began to study spiritism, researching how ghosts interact with the living world. For one of a pavilion in the Diamond clan, this proved no measure of irritation to his Ankal. Frustration would turn to benevolence when Yuanu Ruins was discovered, and when the idea for a spiritist to watch over the sentinels was put forth by other Ankals, Camdren would be eagerly pushed forward. He accepted the duty quietly, traveling to Yuanu Ruins and taking up residence in one of the still-standing structures. A diffident, silent sort of soul, he nonetheless is a force to be reckoned with. Rumor has it that their was a fifth sentinel before Camdren arrived, but the spiritist found him too troublesome, and...well. Now, the four remaining sentinels regard him with a mixture of respect and fear. Skills: Spiritism: 76 Riding: 52 Unarmed Combat: 39 Reimancy (Earth, Fire): 34 Weapon (Shortbow): 27 Credit for idea goes to Lariat. Note: This is a moderated-only location.