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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

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Postby Rhodri on April 24th, 2017, 10:22 pm

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45th of Spring
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Rhodri was tired. He was cranky. Things had not been great since that day at the vineyard. The Eypharian was constantly having to re-enforce his spirit to do even the most simple of tasks. Working out had lost any appeal since the exile, apparently, lost his desire to impress anyone. He hadn’t shaved since that day and rarely took the time to do his hair but he did continue to maintain his more basic hygiene. The thought of being a stinking mess as he had been on his travels was not only repulsive but unacceptable. Rhodri refused to allow some tiny woman the satisfaction of breaking him entirely though there had been times when one might question if the spoiled young man was just lying to himself.

“It wasn’t that good of a kiss…” He muttered to himself as the big man dabbed at the half-dried salt lines that had stuck to his chest and arms as a result of his training earlier today. Rhodri shook his head when he caught sight of his own eyes in the small mirror that was propped up against the wall. The red on his cheeks was a visual indication of the heat that radiated from is collarbone where she had dug into his skin with her tiny, magical hands. A feeling of emptiness shot up from his waist to his chest and along the insides of his arms as the memory of holding the healer washed over him like the great waterfall. Just like the way the water plunges into the sparkling bay, the Eypharian was dropped into a sea of emotional waves that stripped away his resolve one layer at a time.

This cycle of reminiscing and denial was becoming more of a constant burden as opposed to the daily routine that it was a week ago. Rhodri gave his reflection a look as if to argue the previously uttered statement about the kiss. “Of course, it was good. It was me!” He shut his eyes and punched the wall with his lower left fist. And it was her… The desert brat lowered his head and set down his towel. He felt stupid for having this discussion yet again. The man inside the body of the godkin was mourning the loss while the divinely-inspired and power hungry tyrant was shouting praises from that place of arrogance that was buried deep down inside. The woman had been a distraction to the gold-skinned being. His destiny was to forge onward and use this time to learn how to stand on his own. The Eypharian knew there was strength in his family but if he truly wanted to become a ruler – and he did – he would need to find a way to separate himself from the house’s influence. The aristocrat’s banishment was just the right motivation that was needed. Now, on his own and learning more about the world, Rhodri could learn his true potential and make good on his namesake; Famously Powerful.

Enough was enough. Rhodri gathered his punching dagger and tucked it into his belt. Syna was nearly set and the city had grown darker but there was still a shadow that loomed nearby; one that beckoned to the man with six arms. He had learned of the patron god of Riverfall, Wyser, from the time he spent in the library. Still in his blue pants and black boots, the man slung his big cloak about his neck and broad shoulders then headed out his door. The air was already cooler than before and the desert brat suspected the temperature would continue to drop as Leth made his way across the sky. It was of no matter. The Eypharian had grown curious of the so-called god of discipline. There was a part of him that believed the man who beat him on the road had been blessed by Wyser. It would explain the course of the fight which was very vivid in Rhodri’s mind. He had never been bested so completely.

With long strides, the tall man moved around his residence and along the road to the north. Even in the grey of twilight, the massive structure beckoned with its blue aura that scarcely lit the many windows which were nestled into the cliffside. The way there was bound to be difficult but Rhodri needed that kind of challenge tonight. He was after the hard knock cure for distractions and the only tool he had ever been shown for such circumstances; pain.

Rhodri stood at the bottom of the cliff and looked up. Climbing without any knowledge of such things might be dangerous but doing so in the darkening night was just plain foolish. A growl rippled from his gut and up his chest before finally escaping his throat in a short but powerful bark. To alleviate his frustrations, the exile took a half step back with his right foot and unleashed a series of combos from his hands. He slapped at the flat surface of the cliff with left-right-left and left-right-right style connections –always seeking to the hit the same small circle. The young man pounded way at the cool stone until the butts of his hands began to ache and then stopped. His rib was hurting as his breath heaved in and out of his diaphragm.

Rhodri decided to just head home so he followed the road back towards his apartment in Kuahala Estates. It was only on his return that he noticed something strange across the way. The City Council building was magnificent with its tiered domes and bejeweled pathways but tonight was different. In the odd haze of light between sun and moon, the glow of the gems was minimal but there still enough to note how the shadows seemed to be moving along the entrance to the property and near the main entrance. For a moment, the Eypharian debated leaving the matter for someone else to deal with but his foul mood sought the chance to unload a bit of hatred on a vagrant or vandal –whatever the case may be. The tall man placed his left middle hand upon the dagger in his belt and he crouched down some near the edge of the road. Stealth was not much in his favor, given his size, but Rhodri decided to move more slowly and stick to the edge of the path were he better blended in with the landscaping. As he peered around a well-manicured bush, the six-armed fellow nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice broke his concentration.

“Haven’t seen one like you in a long time.” The voice was hollow and deep as if it rumbled from the caverns of the world, itself. Rhodri turned around but saw no one for some time. He looked in the trees and bushes, up and down the path but still found no other person besides himself. “Up here.” The voice spoke calmly. In the middle of the path was a podium that separated one side from the other. There were many which lined the way to the chambers where Riverfallians made many important decisions. Seated upon the top of this six foot platform was the bust of a powerful warhorse. The beast blew air through its stone nose and shook out its mane. “Give it a chime.” Rhodri’s jaw dropped open.

The voice belonged to the statue!
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Postby Crescenta on May 16th, 2017, 5:16 pm


45th of Spring

The Ethaefal had spent most of the day in her home, finding anything to do that didn't involve leaving her nice apartment. Her apartment where no one would bother her, no Akalak, no one wanting her to have their children.

It had all got a bit much for the woman, it wasn't that she didn't appreciate the others - well, she didn't. That was a complete lie. She had no intention to have a child, they could have one of the Nakivak have their child. She wasn't one of them and never would be.

Though, if she said those words out loud she supposed she would be met with some, if not quite a bit of anger. If she could say one thing about Riverfall, it would be that children were very important to the people who lived there. Yet they weren't that important to the Aurist. She cared more about helping others than finding a partner and having children.

Not that many people in the city thought like that though.

She paused in her step, resolving not to think about the many offers she got in her human form, and the many more she had gotten in her Ethaefal form. She wasn't even sure if her Ethaefal form was better at having children or not, yet people seemed to think so. The woman knew she looked beautiful in that form anyway.

Her evening had been spent at the Sapphire Star, finding it to be a place of solace from the world outside, where she found herself in good company and entertained. People had been a bit wary of her at first, and sometimes she noticed people looking fearful, however after she had shown herself not to be something worth being wary or scared around, people had been curious about her. It wasn't often that people saw one of her kind after all. Ethaefal weren't the usual.

She resumed walking, but paused again upon hearing a voice, deep and calm. As she drew close to it, she found that she herself was not calm now she knew what the voice came from, and that it was not a person.

A statue. Statues couldn't talk, or move. They weren't even alive.

Yet apparently this one could, and it was talking to an Eypharian who seemed just as bewildered as she was, though much more shocked.

The woman, deciding it was definitely magic that caused this, approached the man and the statue, and she defaulted to what she knew best. Politeness. She was much too curious to not talk to it.

"Hello." She spoke, looking towards the statue. "It's rather impressive that a statue is alive, might I ask if you know how this happened?"

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Postby Rhodri on May 30th, 2017, 2:34 am

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Rhodri was beside himself but at the sound of another voice, he steeled his gaze and spun around to find a tall, attractive blonde approaching him. She seemed calm and rather unphased that the statuary had come to life. Not one to be outdone or upstaged, the Eypharian rose to his full height that put him a head above the woman. Always one for good posture, the desert brat made sure to look down his nose at her. Her question was juvenile and he sat for a moment to debate what he should say in response – if he should respond at all. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again then simply turned back around to raise his stare to the horse head.

“That was rude, Eypharian.” The statue boomed.

“Nobody asked you, horse.” The aristocrat retorted. Rhodri was not in the mood to be scolded by a statue but he was innately curious to learn how this had happened…just like the tall woman had inquired. The irony was not lost on the man and he smirked as his gaze fell back over his broad shoulders to the somewhat radiant being. The torch light and the light of Leth shone against the big man with his six arms and bared chest. The shadows accented his lean muscles and good lines on his face. Rhodri was blessed with the good looks of his race and he was not only proud of it but he demanded that others respect it. This was part of the reason he spent so much time grooming, primping and paying attention to his attire. When the earthen gaze fell upon Crescenta, he gave her a once over but his mind –his desire- belonged to a much shorter woman with brunette waves and a healer’s mark. “Don’t just stand there girl. Ask the statue yourself.”

The exile ran his tongue against the backs of his teeth. He was scouring his brain for a reason as to why such an occurrence had happened on the night where he had ventured to meet a god. Foolish was a word that came to mind but Rhodri refused to entertain any thoughts of him acting as such. He blamed his current muddled mental state on the lithe kelvic with her warm touch. The pesky way that she infiltrated his very being was infuriating to someone who demanded control of himself above all else. His mind was getting in the way. Rhodri cursed his indecision and inability to shake these things but it wasn’t going to be for long. The ground shook with a steady rhythm that grew more disruptive as the slow pounding continued. The man reached for his dagger with the middle right hand but realized very quickly that it would have been an exercise in futility. Into the light of his vision appeared another shadow which revealed itself to be a huge statue of a bull.

The horse bust sounded displeased. “Great. Here he comes…”

CrescentaFeel free to voice the statues or add more! :D Sorry for the delay. Also- I'm kind of old and your pink box code is hard for me to read. For this thread, could I pester you to use something with more contrast?
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