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Built high in the massive branches of Taldera's bloodwood forest, The Spires is a city crafted by the peaceful and scholarly Jamoura. Considered a haven for scholars and sages Mizahar-wide, The Spires is a mecca of philosophy and science that draws people from far and wide with its promise of deeper thinking and higher reasoning.

Where Do You Turn When Everything is Dust?

Postby Alea Davenport on April 16th, 2013, 10:44 pm

OOCThis is a bit of a short post for me, but basically if you want to meet Alea, jump in this thread because here's your chance :) Or if you've met her and want to hijack the thread for your own ends, that works too.

24 Spring, 513 (just after nightfall)

It was only a couple of bells after dark when Alea awoke with a shriek. It was the light itching/ticklijng sensatioon that woke her, but what caused her to scream was the realizatiuon that countless tiny creatures were crawling on her skin. She had jumped out of her bed in a panic, only to find that the creatures were everywhere. A sudden defensiveness possessed her, and she ran madly about, gathering all of her possessions and, after shaking the termites out of them, setting them outside. While she was in the middle of this task, a three-foot wide crystal spider named Zed skittered up to her, making tiny, distressed noises. He crawled up her back and, finding her shoulder too small, perched on Alea's head, apparently even more terrivied of the tiny invaders than she was. Tom was nowhere to be seen, but the cat could take care of himself, and often liked to go for a midnight stroll, so he probably wasn't even there.

As she stood outside her home with a pile of her belongings, she was finally able to see the extent of the damage. Her house's majestic stag antlers were withered and rotting. In fact, the whole house looked like a corpse, crawling with maggots. It wasn't so much the loss of her house that struck Alea, though that <> With the destruction and dessecration of the stag's head, she finally accepted what she had been trying to deny. Yuros, her bondmate. She could no longer feel his presence in her mind. In fact, it had been a long time since they had been connected. Their bond was broken, and Alea hadn't wanted to believe it, so she pretended to herself that it was still there. But with the destruction of the house she had built with him in her soul, she could no longer pretend. Yuros was gone, her home was gone. She had nothing but what she could carry, and the few friends who could not talk back.
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Postby Lucanius on April 17th, 2013, 12:44 am

Lucanius had been wandering around the Spire for quite some time now. He had more or less figured out how to navigate the place, but he didn't dare to try and leave, as he had no idea how to navigate the jungle and end up doing anything but walking in circles again. So, he had taken to watching the Jamoura and other residents of the Spire as they went about their daily lives, quietly thinking to himself.
On this particular day, Lucanius had hung around a shop and watched the traffic flow through. Nothing of interest happened, although without a way to actually leave, it was entertaining enough for the moment. When the sun began to set, he set off to take a walk. As he walked the darkened streets of the Spire, he shrieked when he heard shriek then a loud crash come from somewhere ahead. He rushed to see what had happened. As he got closer, he realized that one of the homes that populated the Spire had collapsed, a very lost-looking girl standing in front of it's remains. Looking at this scene, Lucanius was reminded of how he had reacted when his own home was destroyed. He had been enraged. Obviously, a mob of angry citizens had not destroyed this girl's home, yet there was still a similarity, especially in her solemness, which made Lucanius pity the girl.
Looking on, Lucanius decided to talk to her. He approached the girl, used a small bit of his soulmist to poke her on the back, then said,"Are you okay?"
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Postby Alea Davenport on April 18th, 2013, 2:04 am

When Alea felt the ice-cold finger poking her back, she shrieked all over again and spun around into a defensive posture, with her fists raised. She was trying to look threatening, though she had to admit the white spider-hat she seemed to be wearing somewhat distorted the effect. It took her a bit to find the poking culprit in the dark, but soon she puzzled out the shape.

The culprit spoke, confirming for Alea that it was a relatively human-looking boy who has violated her personal space at possibly one of the more distressing moments in her life. "What do you think?" she snapped, heavy on the sardonic tone.

She did not have the energy just now to engage strangers in hostility however, so she merely sighed and began packing her things more neatly, picking of an errant termite here and there. She would have to pitch a tent somewhere tonight. Maybe she could sleep in Jakobi's Yard with the horses for a while. Her Gilding should be pleased about that at least.

The crystal spider, ever protective, hissed at the boy from atop the safety of Alea's head.
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Postby Lucanius on April 18th, 2013, 9:07 pm

Yeesh! Lucanius scowled as the girl scolded him. Why would she be angry at him? He wasn't the one who destroyed this house. What had he done? He was trying to be nice. "Well, it could very well look like any number of things, to be honest. Maybe you intended to demolish your own house as you were inside it." Lucanius began pacing, throwing his arms in the air wildly. "Or maybe this is some sort of act of vandalism, and this isn't even your house. Maybe your house just folds in on itself at your whim. Perhaps this was just an accident!" Luckily, Lucanius caught himself before he continued to rant, and calmed himself down before he offended anyone or got himself chased out of the Spire.
He looked up to see the girl picking her things out of the wreckage, he spider hissing at him. "I'm sorry for that outburst. I suppose it's to be expected of us angry, restless spirits.", Lucanius said bitterly. He sighed. He sometimes longed for his life, the heat of the sun, the feel of cold water on his skin; even more than that, he hated the emotional instability that he experienced at times. He missed life, but reminiscing on something he could never have again would get him nowhere. "Sorry again for surprising you then getting upset. I would be more than happy to help if there's any way I can."
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Postby Zantair on April 19th, 2013, 10:53 am

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Zantair had been glazing over what was left on the development of his house. the wooden shape of the building starting to become at least fairly house-like, wth the foundations set and the glue from his antics the last week or so being chipped away and cleaned from the base flooring. He oggled over it with his imagination at work picturing the plain house in it's design.

A scream echoed out on the petal, at least to Zantair's ears it sounded more like the last squawking of a bird before it fell upon it's death. The sound piqued his interest, and so he looked for the source of the sound, passing through the various spots of the petal, looking for the cause of the sound through the darkness. he passed houses filled with those just beginning to head to bed, and as he passed a particularily spectacular residence a second squawking scream echoed, matching the one before. Zantair, growing more curious had finally pinpointed the direction of the sound and began his ascent in the direction of what Zantair could only describe as a strangely noisy neighbour, something he hoped wouldn't become the normal way of things. He preferred the quiet solace of spires; he really didn't want it to be broken by squawking individuals.

Upon reaching the area of the distress, Zantair was irked. The termites that had plagued his workplace and begun to spread, and if they were spreading here, they could start spreading close to his home. If they spread to his home, his work to build it would have been for nothing, this was a problem. Zantair made his way to the woman, seeming to alk to herself, the darkness seemed to ripple around her, but his lack of attention disregarded it as merely his eyes playing tricks on him through the darkness.
He passed behind her and tapped her shoulder, tilting his head to the side before speaking.

"You have a maggot problem." He spoke, smiling as if his information was absolutely required, and most definetly not obvious.
"I would recommend Grath's Rest, best place since you lost your house."
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Postby Alea Davenport on April 21st, 2013, 3:21 pm

Alea struggled to ignore the boy as he rattled off nonsensical events. What kind of idiot was he that the first things he assumed were that Alea's house had NOT been taken by the termites that had invaded the Spires lately? She shoved her possessions into her saddlebags and backpack with increasing frustration and force. By the time he finished his list, she was ready to punch him in the face, despite her alleged attempts to be less violent.

Lucky for him, Alea was distracted by a second tap on the shoulder. AGAIN?! It seemed no one in the Spires had a self-preservation instinct, as Alea's frustration was unleashed all at once in a wild swing at where she guessed the head of the newcomer behind her would be. Turning around, she saw another boy, rather indistinguishable from the first one in the dark. She would probably have trouble keeping them straight; luckily, at this moment she didn't care.

Alea sighed as the second boy stated the obvious, talking over the first one making some unhelpful apology. This was going to be one of those days. By her estimation, everyone in the Spires would soon be showing up on her (dilapidated) doorstep, offering the misguided advice and condolences that only complete strangers can offer.

She began rolling up her bedroll and her tent, so she could fit them better in her bags. "Unless you two have some brilliant plan for getting rid of termites," she snapped, "Then you can't help me. Sometimes there's just nothing you can do to help, and you trying does nothing but serve your own ego."

She already knew where she was going to spend the night, and possibly more nights, indefinitely. And it would not be in a crowded inn with a bunch of strangers. But first she needed to pack everything, which was not an quick task.
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Postby Zantair on April 29th, 2013, 9:26 am

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Thump. Zantair's head was hit by a vicious looking girl, and his head seemed to attempt to rip from the rest of him as he turned with the blow. He stumbled as he held his cheek, trying to regain some sort of balance. He had a mind to throw a knife at her, but the thought dissipated; He didn't have his Throwing knives on him anyway. Instead he intended to get her back in a different way, a credit to the occasional sneakiness that squirrel's seemed to obtain when up to no good.

Zantair merely watched her pack and then snap at him like he was automatically in the wrong. "Throw a tantrum if you want, throw your words at me all you like. Still doesn't solve your problem does it?" He spoke. Upon saying 'solve your problem' he stretched out his hand and flicked her ear. He intended to pester for a while. Just enough to annoy her, or possibly infuriate her; he figured she was already annoyed.

"I met a bat thing at one point, maybe he'll eat them? I 'm pretty sure he'll eat anything." Zantair stopped for a second and then smiled before speaking. "I rather like to serve my own ego. You like to serve your traumatic grumpiness."
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Postby xXsabbathXx on May 12th, 2013, 7:11 am

From through the trees a quiet girl stares upon the scene. She cannot hear the conversation, but she observes the girl packing, the two boys around her. She is hesitant to go over, but is curious all the same. After a short battle with herself, her curiosity wins over. her blood red hair streaking behind her, she dashes down to the house. Before she can back away, back to the trees, she is spotted by the spider on the packing girl's head.

Horror crosses her face, and she is about to run back. Something stops her, however, and she freezes in place instead. clear green eyes wide, the young girl whispers a soft greeting to the three, then ducks her head. "was curious" she mutters, playing with her crimson hair. pulling her worn brown cloak around her, she whispers, slightly louder, "need help?" the fear in her eyes is fading as she stays longer, but she is still unprepared to trust the three fully. Not yet.
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