Fall Has Arrived

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This northernmost city is the home of Morwen, The Goddess of Winter, and her followers who dwell year round in a land of frozen wonder. [Lore]

Fall Has Arrived

Postby Prophet on September 11th, 2016, 4:00 pm

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The Smoldering Embrace was swarming with people. Despite a biting wind and sharp snowflakes, most people seemed to be in a good mood. Children were running along the maze being careful to stay near the fringes so that the light of the big fire could be used to guide them back. It had been a very cold summer and several strange things had taken place which caused whispers to fly around more than usual. Young men and women often used these gatherings as an excuse to slide off into the maze in search of a secluded corner to call their own. It was also common for concerned parents to shuffle off into the maze to play the role of disruptor interruptus.

Close to the intricate sculpture of a hundred braziers sat a ring of musicians who were entertaining the crowd with a never-ending song that morphed every time a new artist sat down and added his or her own spice to the arrangement. A small entourage of icebears emerged from the maze and formed a small arc. Moments later, Morwen emerged and took her place in the center of her escort. One of the elders took notice and used his drum to guide the others into winding down their tune. When it had finished, Morwen walked without her guard among the crowd. Gracious as always, the queen embraced her extended family. She truly viewed those who bear her mark as children.

The goddess smiled and kissed babies, hugged women, patted young men on the cheek and so on. The process took her over a bell to make her way to the center. Despite any fears and doubts that the sturdy Vantha might be facing, the warmth of the Ice Queen stirs their hearts into a place of peace and security. Eventually, the matron found her way next to the fire. She raised her hand and calmed the talk, murmurs and whispers.

The icy gaze picked through the crowd as she began her seasonal address. “Good evening, my loves. Summer was a bit stranger than normal but we’re going to make up for it with the Fall Games!” A rip of cheers went through the crowd and Morwen gave them a moment to calm down. “Before we get to that, I would like to let everyone know that we will be looking for new recruits into the Icewatch program. Men and women of Avanthal, there’s a calling that needs to be answered. Search your hearts to see if service rings true. We need your bravery, your intelligence and your courage.” Another wave of applause and shouts echoed up into the darkening sky. This one went on for several moments longer than the first until Morwen raised her hand.

As the silence settled in one more time, the queen smiled and its radiance seemed to bring everyone back to the joyous part of the gathering. “As always, we will be celebrating the arrival of Fall with a series of games!” More cheers and even some cat calls. Morwen batted her lashes at the caller. “There will be wrestling! There will be jousting! There will be dog sledding!!” Each announcement was split by more shouting. “There will also be a new game introduced this year where you have to use ice reaving!” There was silence. Morwen made a face where her mouth pulled to the side and she placed her hands on her hips. “Don’t worry…there’ll be plenty of drinking involved!” The crowd exploded into cheers, shouts, songs and the music resumed. Morwen laughed. It was a sound that rose above the noise and tickled the hearts of children, warmed the souls of the lonely and made the elders feel appreciated.

Morwen lifted her hands in air as if encouraging the roar to rise. “It’s Fall in our beloved city. Avanthal…let’s…celebrate!!!!”
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Fall Has Arrived

Postby Aliana Hilt Terras on September 11th, 2016, 6:38 pm

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Aliana slowly opened her eyes and yawned stretching. Getting up the woman had not seen much of Epifanio the previous seasons. They had become one, then barely spoke two words to each other. With a sigh the girl pushed such thoughts to the back of her mind while getting up. Walking around the room getting what tiny bit was left to unpack the woman grabbed some of her bathroom stuff. Walking into the bathroom she began to brush through the tangled knots on her head. Wincing a few times the girl was finally able to run her fingers through the hair atop her head. Tossing the brush on her bed, the woman began brushing her teeth next. Aliana had heard rumors of some kind of announcement today from the woman everyone calls Morwen.

"I wonder who she is," Aliana said barely able to make her own voice out from around the spit and foam.

Spitting out the extra foam and saliva, she rinsed and looked at her teeth happy. Nodding once more, the woman walked out to the main room. Yawning again she dug through her closet looking for some kind of "Party" clothes. Though the woman had very VERY little in the way of such garments. Sighing she slipped into her pants and black tank top. Grabbing her shoes the woman laced up and slipped her jacket. Walking out the raven haired beauty locked her door and went down the stairs. Walking into the main room of the building Aliana was confused not to see the women normally manning the front desk there. Hugging her coat close the dark haired woman stepped out being careful of any ice on the ground.

Music filled the young Isur's ears, following noises the girl saw everyone crowded up in a large group. Confused she stayed more towards the back watching as an arch of guards came out then a woman came out as well. The way she walk and acted towards the crowd made it easier to see that she must be the one everyone called Morwen. Confusion entered Aliana's mind seeing her be so gentle with the adults. It made sense to be gentle and soft to the children, but grown men and women were not nearly as breakable. The girl looked around trying to see if she spotted anyone that was recognizable, but found nothing.




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Fall Has Arrived

Postby Epifanio Snowsong on September 11th, 2016, 7:08 pm

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Epifanio was always a presence wasn't always a presence within the city when it came to music and festivities. In fact most of his experience among such had just been within the space of his Arvinta and the Red Diamond Tavern, and he was tired. The lifestyle was much to bland, despite everything and the experiences that he has had. He wished for more, and desired to be something of a much grander design. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, and in fact he knew it would strike at his very core.

The previous season has been momentous in some moments and in others he fell to a bitter isolation to think over what it was he was meant to do. What would please his parents and his family the most. What would make him turn from this social stigma of being well, the way he was.

He was confident in at least trying but there would be one thing that would never change, despite everything, and that was his charm. Most would mistake it for being flirtatious and they wouldn't be wrong, though lately he has mostly been mild in his approach.

Such an approach was noticeable, and in some ways unforgiving, though he couldn't help but thinking of what life had been like if he heeded his parents advise and took a bit more responsibility. It was these thoughts that left him to striving to be more than just a tavern bard. He aspired to be a novelty for the city, and eventually even play for Morwen herself.

Although he much preferred turning to Rhaus for answers, Morwen was still his mother. It wasn't until this day that he found out that he could find family in others. His detachment after his parents died made him forget. Forget about his friends and all the lovely people of Avanthal, and his goddess Morwen. Her touch and care for her people was remarkable.

Agree paying prayer to both Rhaus and Morwen he called his jitters and took to playing his instrument like he had never done before. For another persons story, another persona, and that of Morwen herself. Passing alongside other very talented musicians, the bard was thrilled, but also unsure of his impact. As his meet string in a cheerful and delightful melody accompanied by his isurian pan flute, his tones lightly dwindled as the drums grew into a slower descendo until eventually the goddess made her appearance.

Morwen spoke of many things to which surprised even the bard. He wasn't much into games, but he knew that he could potentially aid in the process, and might participate in some himself, but there was a few worries that crossed his heart. Ones of pain and loss. He knew he wouldn't feel whole until something happened, until someone guided his way to being the man he knew was capable of, until resolution occurred.

Trying to distract himself the bard isolated himself away from the others and had a few questions and one that he shared in a almost inaudible prayer to Rhaus.

"Lord Rhaus, the heartbeat of this world. I am your string, but am played with confusing emotions. I am unsure of what to do. My goddess Morwen has confused me. My family killed by a polar bear that she cherishes so. Though I am also one of her cherished children. Resonate your guidance through me and hear my song. I play it for Morwen. I play it for you. I play it for myself. I play it for love. I play it for stories. I play it because it has to have a sound. For without music, without sound, I would have never heard your heartbeat. I notice now that there is more to life than just personal mishap. I notice now that this whole world is just one big song waiting to be played. Let me be an instrument to this heartbeat. Let me live. Truly live. Why does Morwen allow me to suffer so?"


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Fall Has Arrived

Postby Levali on September 11th, 2016, 9:17 pm

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Levali stood along the outside of the ring of people, smiling and cheering with them as they heard of Morwen's good news. Each thing was more exciting than the last, finally climaxing with the announcement of a new game built entirely of the abilities of the people of Avanthal. It interested her a great deal to be sure; Especially where Icewatch was concerned. Ever since she was a child, the girl had wanted to be a member of the guard that kept Avanthal safe from it's enemies. To protect Morwen and help maintain the joy she spread to the people would be such an honor.. Even if she had a very romanticized version of what it would actually be in her mind. The mason hugged her cloak in close, her cold drink clutched in her hand. Her brown hair fell freely past her shoulders, left effortlessly unkept after another day of laying bricks.

But then there were also the games. Did she even stand a chance at winning them? Did she even care about winning? They certainly sounded like fun, if only her schedule would allow her.. There was just so much to think about. Returning to the moment, Levali took a quick sip of her alcohol before deciding to dodge out of the suddenly active crowd. With Morwen's announcement complete it seemed the festivities were to begin, and would likely last well into the night. Good fun surely, only the girl has few friends to celebrate with.. Perhaps if Junco and his girlfriend were around she might be able to stick with them, though her eyes never saw the hunter during the announcement. Instead, it seemed that she would have to find new companions for the party - Which she was both excited about and hesitant to put into action.

The center of the party seemed like a great place to meet people if she could hold someone there for more than a couple minutes. She wouldn't mind a bit of playful flirting, though it wasn't exactly what she was looking for in this case. Rather, the edge of the party was likely a better place to get to know someone whilst still enjoying herself. It was for this reason that she turned to the edges, escaping the crowd of revelers and sighing in relief as she did. Never having been much of a touchy person, it was a bit of relief not to be shoulder to shoulder with everyone around her. Though a couple people caught her eye, she noticed two in particular. The first was a man she recognized from the hunt before. A new hunter like herself, she recalled he was an archer of sorts. ..But his head was down, and appeared to be muttering something. Perhaps not the best time to approach. Skipping over the others, she next noticed a strong looking woman who looked almost lost amongst the festivities.

Levali approached, flashing her a friendly smile as she lifted her arm just to the height of her head to announce her presence with a small wave. She stopped a comfortable distance away and did her best to make sure she had her attention before speaking. "Having a good night? Parties tend to be a bit more fun with a partner and a drink you know.. And it just so happens I might be able to help you with both if you're up for it." The girl's eyes shone a dull amber, running a hand through her hair as she tried to resist her habit of checking almost everyone out. Her gaze faltered downwards, but only for a moment before recovering; This time keeping eye contact with the stranger. It was quite clear she was just as pretty as it sometimes felt everyone in Avanthal was, though that might only have been because those tended to be the people who caught her eye.


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Fall Has Arrived

Postby Alekxandra Winterflame on September 12th, 2016, 2:27 pm

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The Smoldering Embrace had been a favorite place of Alek’s since she had been young. Her mother reminded her often of the past, of having to chase her through the maze following tiny paw prints because she had trouble keeping Alek in clothes and not fur.

Her mother had never preferred her of course in either form. Alek had no doubt she loved her regardless which form she wore but she had to admit, now that she was older, that it must of been hard chasing after in through the snow like that. If it hadn’t been for her red fur it could have very well been easy to lose sight of her entirely. Yet the woman she called mother had never denied her the chance to run through the maze when she had asked for it.

Her eldest sister called it ‘being spoiled’.

Despite being older Alek still held love for the park like she had when she was child. She had shifted into her wolf form, plodding quickly through the snow in the maze. Only it wasn’t her mother chasing her this time but the children. She enjoyed their squeals as she let them catch her tail, or when she popped out from around a corner to surprise them. She absolutely adored the way they clung to her fur and laughed.

It was only when the crowd began to murmur that Morwen had arrived that Alek finally withdrew from the maze with several children following behind. One of the mothers had graciously offered to keep watch over her clothing while she played with the children, but Alek wasn’t quite ready to shift back yet. She trotted between the legs of the Vantha and sat at the edge of the crowd as Morwen appeared from another section of the maze.

The Queen held a special place in her heart despite not having been born to the Vantha. There had been a time when she had not felt at home in this place. It had taken a special night out in the cold snow that had brought Alek the revelation that she didn’t have to be Vantha or even a Kelvic polar bear to belong to the city. It had been Morwen herself that had welcomed her home despite the fact she had never left the city to begin with.

The mark across the back of her left paw just under the fur meant more to her than just being welcomed among her children.

As Morwen made her way through the crowd, Alek became aware of someone behind her. A twitch of her ears indicated someone small. Just ticks later a child bodily tackled her, clinging to the fur at her shoulders. The child, a small girl probably around two or three, giggled heartily as she petted her fur as if she was dog. Alek whuffed gently at the girl before turning her attention back to Morwen as the queen brought up the Icewatch.

Something stirred in her at the words. Alek loved her job, there wasn’t anything quite like cooking. But the idea of serving the queen through the Icewatch… she would be lying if it didn’t call to her. It would be an idea she would have to think about to a great deal, and perhaps converse with her mother and brother over. Alek knew she tended to be… impulsive to an almost dangerous extent.

Besides in the middle of a celebration such as this one it was not the time to be changing job professions.

Morwen continued on, introducing the games and the festivities that would come with them. The people practically roared in exuberance and Alek couldn’t help herself but release several barks of joy herself. She might not participate in the games herself, but she certainly enjoyed watching others play. It was likely her brother would probably join a game–more drunk than useful though.

”Pretty puppy…”The little girl hummed as she continued to run her fingers through her fur. If she could have laughed Alek would have. As her ears rotated to pick up the sound of conversation around her, she couldn’t help but pick up a voice that was actually familiar to her. A masculine voice that she hadn’t heard in almost a season. Her sensitive ears could only pick up the tenor of his voice, and a broken word or two strung in sentences she could not put together.

Standing, she carefully pulled her fur from the girl’s grasp despite her whine of protest. Gently she pressed the flat top of her nose to the girl’s back and pressed her forward towards her mother standing nearby before weaving her way through a throng of people on her way to her pack. Snagging it in her jaws she maneuvered herself into the maze to shift. While nudity did not bother Alek, she had enough respect not to shift directly in front of children.

Once dressed she returned to the throng of people, however she realized quickly she had been a little too rash in her shifting. She hadn’t located the voice before returning to her human form and now she had no idea where he might be hiding given her hearing was nowhere near as sharp now. Pursing her lips she let her eyes scan the people around her, but didn’t have any luck spotting Epifanio.

Behind her however she heard the mention of drinking and partners. If she still had possessed her wolf ears they would have perked straight up in interest. Forgetting that she was actually being rather rude Alek spun around and approached the two women, one of the familiar from the hunt back at the beginning of summer. A face but no name to accompany it.

”She’s right you know. It’s always more fun to have someone to drink with. Sometimes the more the merrier!” Alek grinned brightly, pulling her hands behind her back and bouncing on the tips of her toes.

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Fall Has Arrived

Postby Prophet on September 26th, 2016, 1:21 am

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Morwen watched people engage in an uproar of cheers and shouts. It melted her heart to see the smiles and comradery. The woman was hounded at every turn but she was so gracious and gave responses due time, affection and whatever else was required. After almost thirty chimes of music, drinking and socialization, the goddess made her way to the edge of the maze and slipped into the shadows. Her guard was watchful but gave her the space. For the remainder of the bell, it would appear that she had left.

Slowly, the crowd turned and watched what was taking place away from the fire. Morwen began to rise from behind one of the darkened walls. Her hands twinkled as ice poured, shaped, shifted while a thousand tiny surfaces reflected the many fires ablaze in the center of the area. Several chimes went by and people could see that she was making something out of the ice and snow but the shape was hard to comprehend. The queen of Avanthal was performing some kind of ancient dance. Her waves waved slowly around her body. She dipped down and turned in a circle then rose with her hands waving back and forth against one another. The motion created a shield in the shape of an oval and it grew rapidly. The smile on her face was calm but child-like and it made her beauty truly shine. The plate of ice was spun around behind the goddess and then seemed to disappear.

Morwen crouched down out of view and then in what could only be described as an explosion, she reappeared. The dark-haired matriarch was sitting atop a throne of ice and surrounded by dozens of decorative swirls and spikes. The pillar of ice rose almost twenty feet in the air and when it reached its zenith, she threw her arms up and out. Half of the things molded from ice and snow exploded into a rain of glittering fragments that cast rainbows all around like thousands of prisms.

When the twinkling settled, Morwen was standing atop this pillar in a scale model of the Crystal Hall. While being the Goddess of Winter gave her an edge on the artists of her fair city, she always liked to show them that, she too, was an artist. Her smile shone down upon her people making eye contact with several young people as if to say hello. In truth, Morwen had such a compassionate gaze that most mortals thought a solid stare from the ice queen meant that she was reading their thoughts.
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Fall Has Arrived

Postby Aliana Hilt Terras on October 17th, 2016, 4:43 am

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Aliana watched the world around her as the people began to dance, sing, and drink. Making a slight face, the woman was not accustomed to such behavior at the beginning of the day. Yet here people were acting like they had just gotten off of work and wanted to push away the worries of the day. Light eyes caught the sight of a woman as she approached the girl with a seemingly friendly smile on her face. Looking the girl from top to bottom the woman took in her appearance with no shame. Dark hair, light skin, and a slender build much like the rest of the bodies surrounding her so the girl was vantha as well it appeared.

"Not sure I would say good...." Aliana replied looking at her, "you want to hang out with someone from a different culture?"

The Isur could not seem to wrap her head around the fact that the girl was so welcoming. Not all of the people rfom her home had been so accepting of each other. Why would the girl think that the men and women of this race would be any different to her. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves another voice and figure caught her attention. Turning her attention to the new arrival, Aliana instantly began studying the stark contrast of the woman's appearence compaired to the other. Narrowing her eyes some a slow nervousness caused her heart to pick up, the girl did not like feeling cornered by those she did not know. The red hair and a small frame, squinting some the woman thought she could just barely catch the sight of freckles on the woman's face.

"You two certainly seem chipper," Aliana stated watching them.

The girl seemed to radiate a nervous, tense, and slightly paranoid feel to the world around her. The Isur had not found her place yet within the city, that was causing her to be on her toes more. It did not help that the new arrival was basically bouncing on her toes. Aliana watched the two women not sure really what to do.




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