The Cytali Plotnotes

[Kavala]

The Cytali The Cytali are a mixed group of Dreamwalkers marked by Nysel and other Deities who existed predominantly pre-Valterrian throughout Mizahar. The Cytali take the search for lost knowledge to a new dimension leaving the anthropology to the explorers and adventurers and instead dig through the Chevena for lost information. Dreamwalkers search the individual Chavi within the Chavena for that which has been lost and learning it first hand from those that know by mining the memories of the past. Though most of the Cytali are gone, those in the current age who become Dreamwalkers often rediscover their Cytali roots and begin again reforming their old nexus' and gathering lost Dreamwalkers to them helping them remember who they were and who they can be again. Referene Article: The Cytali . We're Recruiting! I just wanted to post a little blurb about the Cytali and that Sanctuary is starting up its own player faction and bringing this sect of Dreamwalkers out of the past and into the present. Threads are already underway to bring like-minded folks together but we're interested to know who else might be wanting to join. Dreamwalking marks are required or the intent to get one because you can't really function in this group without at least one tag by Nysel. Initially this group will be located in The Sanctuary in Riverfall but we may have little subsects elsewhere later. .

[Kavala]

Kavala was first introduced to the Cytali in the thread Origins. She learned she used to be a Ruv'na assassin named Crescent. She was captured by the leader/founder of the Cytali who through Dreamwalking rewrote her history and made her believe she was his personal bodyguard. Check it out, human, dark hair, same model. Excellent. Cytali Informational File: Crescent : Name: Crescent Age: 17 Race: Human Sex: Female Facts: Even though she's incredibly young, Crescent is thought to be good with daggers, garottes and poison. Do not trust her with sharp weapons and physical contact is not advised. She can be an escape artist and is good at larceny and breaking and entering. Recent information has her status as a daughter of a high ranking assassin (Eclipse) for the Suvan Empire. Her skills should be on par with such and it is likely she's been raised within the Ruv'na Organization. Recommendation: Reconditioning, but if not possible Elimination. Wanted Status: Captured

[Caelum]

Caelum was Cytali in his last past life, that as Kasb'el Sunsinger which is also his night form. Information on Kasb'el Sunsinger to be found below as posted in the Denval Past Lives thread. The season of passage which takes place early fall 511, Caelum is introduced to the concept of dreamwalking in this life. I have another past life in which Caelum was Cytali, but it's still in development.

those you've known and lost still walk behind you without them the world grows dark around you they call you as if you knew their longing they whistle through the lonely wind and long blue shadows falling through the wind through the dark through the winter light their song still seems to find you everything you've ever been is still there in the dark night - spring awakening - The strider Aingeru and her chosen rider flew like sparks off the surface of the sun. Earth crumbled beneath the fleet of hooves, the collection of their remaining party causing Semele Herself to tremble. Lightning the color of blood cracked across the diseased sky, illuminating the very night with the burn of Ivak's grief. Seasons gone, butchered in the determination of one man amid many, an Ankal of the Opal Clan had risen from his dawn obeisance to summon what souls amid the horselords of Cyphrus would hear him. His name was Kasb'el Sunsinger and though he was not yet old the weight and grace of too many lifetimes was on him. He had lost his second wife on the ruined road toward sanctuary that the gods were sweeping all of the Drykas toward, and two of his children had been trampled in the stampede one of the unholy storms harrowing the grasslands had caused. His skin was a map of stories, riddled with ink that mingled with the handprints left upon him by a collection of gods. Nysel and Rak'keli had added their imagery to his windmarks, but it was Syna who shone, who had always shone, in the greatest multitude. For this and the respect owed him in long service, he was heard in the firelight, watched while he crouched to draw a map in the dirt that stabbed a route north. His shining goddess had come to him in the hour of the wolf, that black before dawn, whispering in his ear with lover's lips. She needed his help. A dangerous stone blessed by the hands of both Leth and herself had been stolen from those to whom it belonged, those They had known well and trusted to keep safe. It was too volatile, too powerful to remain lost. He was to seek it and return it to the Suvan outpost called Denval. Failing that, he was to keep it safe himself while the world wracked and ruined itself in the rising cataclysm. He was, as ever, at Her service. Dissent rose, but thirty and seven rode with him in the end. They were sung and cursed out of Cyphrus, the horseclans harboring differing opinions on the wisdom of this mission. Half that many rode with Kasb'el now, fleeing the metal and magic backing the Alahean mage from whom they had successfully stolen back the Solduvan Stone. Rain pounded fists to shake the dust and mage fire burst the tops of trees into conflagration. Horses reared and bucked, swords and spears sang free of their sheaths, baring themselves to fate while the ambush party broiled out from behind the stone crops lining the river bed before them. "Fly," Melchior Skyseat spat at the Sunsinger, his dun colored strider wheeling into Aingeru's path with an angry drum beat of hooves. "Do you hear me, Kasb'el? Put up your sword and fly, damnit! We have not come all this way to lose the stone now!" Battle cries and death screams wove a symphony through the sunset. The Sunsinger felt his breath smolder in his lungs, the winged snakes of Rak'keli's sweet kiss aching on his flesh. "Go!" Aingeru pivoted and with Kasb'el went, bending low over her neck to weave a path made with his haste by the last of his siblings in arms. The stone pulsed like a second heart against his chest, tucked beneath layers of jacket and shirt and strung from a leather cord. The high pitched wail of a dying horse scrambled his thoughts and Aingeru stumbled without warning, strong back heaving beneath him. Agony exploded through their bond, blossoming so thick it nearly drowned out the more mortal pain of arrows piercing his back. They fell together, horse and rider, far from home with their last sight the sun setting in a sea of blood. OOCThis next piece was written by Tabarnac. Far, far away in Fort Endrykas, the youngest wife of Kasb'el Sunsinger swooned with Vision even as their daughter was pulled from her ravaged womb. It had not been an easy delivery, even surrounded by the Opal Clan's best and Rak'keli's priests and priestesses. But as the Seer's Lily etched itself into her skin, she Saw her love die, felt the divine ink of Cheva's glyph fade from behind her ear even as his blood slid slick and hot down his back. Another fleeing horseman dared a similar fate to dig into Kasb'el's shirt to rip the thong and its treasure from his neck. It needed to be kept hidden, to be kept safe. Aingeru struggled and fell, rolling with sickening, wet cracks of bone to Dira's embrace, but Kasb'el did not fall. His body hovered over the ground, flying forward with his Strider's momentum, and began to burn. This was no charnal pyre, but the glorious solar flare, transforming him before Dira could claim him for a dance partner, and what had been the Sun's Champion shot into the air like a newborn star ascendant. "He's gone," she whispered, coming out of the daze. "Too much blood lost," murmured a midwife nervously, wrapping the clean baby girl in swaddling and resting her against her cloud-pale mother, supporting her in case the woman could not. "She will survive," claimed a priest, pumping her full of the goddess' grace. "Sorcha," she whispered to the last gift Kasb'el had given her. "Sorcha Sunsinger."