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Nyree Kreona:

Pronunciation: Nyree (Nii-air-ree)
Meaning: God was gracious, God has shown favor

Background


Aliases: Nysa (Nes-Sah)
Nicknames: Essah
Date Of Birth: Input Info
Place Of Birth: Input Info
Current Residence: Input Info
Race: Human + Goddess
Ethnicity: Lyzian
Hair Color: Honey Brown
Eye Color: Amberish-Green
Height: 5'4"
Weight:
Birthmarks/Scars: Input Info
Adopted Mother: Azara
Adopted Father: Baalhaan
Mother: Erosali Kreon
Father: Arotza Kreo
Brother Deceased: Azra

Romance


Sexual Orientation: Lesbian
Relationship Status: Taken: In procress
Current Relationship(s): Input Info
Past Relationship(s): Nysin,

War


Languages Spoken: 9 tongues of the Gods
Occupation: Shadow Elite Lieutenant of the Golden Eye
Job Description: Leads her own sector of the Shadow Elite Golden Eye
Employer: Lyzian Nation
Verses Warrior | Fantasy | Historical | Mythology
Writing Style Multiple paragraphs to novella AIM Lost_Soul_wandering
Baalhaan The Golden Knight


Full Name: Baalhaan (Vi-Laan)

Title: The Golden Knight: Knight of the King�s hand

Nicknames: Pahla (Nysa)

Current Residence: Lyzia

Relationship Status: Widowed Husband of Azara

Occupation: Lyzian Diplomatic Liaison, General and Trainee Teacher

Job Description: Lyzian Diplomatic Liaison:Travels to make peace with neighboring kingdoms and strengthen bounds with Allies.

General: Meets with the General�s council and leads and trains a sector of the Royal Knights.

Trainee Teacher: Trains different sectors of the Royal armed forces: Royal Knights, Shadow Elites (all ranks) and the Royal cabinet of healers.

Living Family: Daughter: Nysa, Mother: Elder Ruimni

Family Deceased :,Wife: Azara, Father: Mruwig, Son: Azra,

Race: Human

Ethnicity: Lyzian

Hair: Wavy-straight brown hair, just below shoulder length

Eyes: Hooded shape eyes: hazel grey-green

Height: 6�3

Weight: 230

Scars: Prominent scar across stretching from his right shoulder across and below is Left rib cage

Date Of Birth: The First sun of Spring

Place Of Birth: In the Barn behind his cottage home inherited to him upon his father�s death bed.

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Azara, The Commons Thread Weaver

Full Name: Azara

Nicknames: Azi, Ara

Relationship Status: Wife of Baalhaan

Regarded Gift: Commons Thread* weaver

Occupation: Basket weaver, Commons Thread* Weaver

Current Residence: Lyzia

Living Family: Nysa, Baalhaan

Deceased Family: Mother: Gazula, Father: Julmig, Son: Azra

Race: Human

Ethnicity: Input Info

Hair: Raven black Long thick wavy hair

Eyes: Almond shaped, Light Green

Height: 5�6

Weight: 130

Birthmarks/Scars: Input Info

Date Of Birth: Input Info

Place Of Birth: Input Info
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Queen Erosali Kreon

Full Name: Erosali

Title: Queen Erosali of the Lyzian nation

Nicknames: Queen Ali, Ali

Current Residence: Lyzia

Relationship Status: Wife to Arotza

Occupation: Queen, Lyzian Diplomat, Specialized instructor of archery for the Shadow Elites.

Job Description: Lyzian Diplomat Liaison Travels to make peace with neighboring kingdoms and strengthen bounds with Allies.

S pecialized Instructor for the Shadow Elites: Helps Train all ranking Shadow recruits and Elites with bow and arrow.

Living Family: Daughter: Nyree, Husband: Arotza

Race: Human

Ethnicity: Lyzian

Hair: Wavy golden-blonde hair, just below breast length

Eyes: deep set down turned: Hazel grey hues

Height: 5�5

Weight: 120

Birthmark: Back left shoulder, resembles a star symbol

Date Of Birth: First Winter of the lost light

Place Of Birth: In the Royal chambers of the palace
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King Arotza Kreo


Full Name: Arotza Kreo

Title: King Arotza of the Lyzian Nation

Nicknames: Aro

Current Residence: Lyzia

Relationship Status: Husband of Erosali

Occupation: King, Lyzian Diplomat, General instructor of The Royal Knights.

Job Description: Lyzian Diplomat: Travels to make peace with neighboring kingdoms and strengthen bounds with Allies.

General Instructor of the Royal Knights: Helps Train all sectors of the Royal Knights and meets and helps train new recruits.

Living Family: Daughter: Nyree, Wife: Erosali

Race: Human

Ethnicity: Lyzian

Hair: Wavy blonde-brown hair, just below shoulder length

Eyes: Hooded shape eyes: Bright blue

Height: 6�5

Weight: 200

Scars: Scar: Several scars mostly small, about his body

Date Of Birth: The Full moon of Spring

Place Of Birth: In the Cottage of Healers adjoined to Goddess Malivia�s the Temple.

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You couldn�t kill me if you tried for a hundred years

The Birth

Since The Dawn of First Life and Age of First Light, Lyzian traditions have followed the teachings of the goddess Malivia and her daughter, Saru�the first Northern star. Forged from their wombs came a vibrantly filled planet full of life. No soul laid claims. No evils reigned over plenty. No soul was taken for granted. Upon this soil, the soils of our home, this is where Saru grew. The brethren of the woody-lands, the seas and the sky were of her blood, her family. It is this realm where Saru learned of love, grew to understand death and where she found pain and heartbreak.

The purity that had been birthed from Malivia and molded by Saru was not meant to remain untainted. The mortal souls of man over several millennia, grew dark with hearts that swelled with greed. Malivia forbid Saru to step foot upon the world they�d created, forbidding her to walk amongst her brothers and her sisters.

The Fall


Malivia watched as her beloved world melted into ruin. Souls that yearned for power and grew hungry with greed, were satiated only by fulfilling lustful desires�THIS is what chaos the goddess and her child created. Forbidden to roam the soils of the only true home she�d ever known, Saru�s desperate attempts to save her beloved home from further destruction failed and with each failure, the goddess� spirited weakened. The light of Saru�s effervescent smile slowly waned, and in comparison to the surrounding stars that lit the night�s sky, her once pronounced glow had grown dull, barely luminescent to the eye of man. The light that once was thought to be the watchful eye of the Goddess Saru, guiding the lost and navigating the searching, had faded so much so that no man hunting the night�s sky could find her.

Many took the disappearance of Saru�s light to be a warning from the heavens. Several followers of the Southern sea boarder grew weary, most heeded what they presumed to be a command from the heavens�during blind eyes to their lustful desires�returning to the teachings of the goddesses, others however, indulged into a deeper fantasy�that Malivia had abandoned her forsaken planet as did her daughter Saru.

Both tales, rumored from the parched and quaking throats of the living, for neither false nor truth. It took several a year for Saru�s light to truly fade from the existence of the heavens, leaving only the strength of her spirited soul behind. Having watched closely upon a Nation who�d teachings never faulted from those of the goddess�s, Malivia breathed life into a seed forged from the love of a young Queen with an infertile womb, during the heat shared with her beloved husband. This child was not only a gift to the rulers of a nation who�d followed the ancient teachings, but also a seed of hope for both the herself and the world she and her daughter forged. Bound to the infant to-be was Saru�s spirit and soul, two spirits two souls entwined to form a melodious bond. Through this marriage, a divine child of free-will was to be born, Malivia prayed that Saru, in this form would be able to sooth the pain of the world and find peace in her suffering.

The Divine Child Cloaked in mortality


The Queen and King of the Lyzian Nation welcomed their baby girl with a feast with their subjects. Nyree was the light of everyone�s eye, and the talk of the realm. With the birth of a royal born girl came the impending subjection to marriage�and in such troubling times any male of royalty wished to lay claim to all the land they could touch. The King and Queen over long discussions secretly devised a plan to falsify the death of their daughter�for her ow protection and that of the Nation�s. The King and the Queen relinquished their child into the care of Baalhaan and his wife Azara (now deceased), very close childhood-friends of both the King and Queen.

Nyree�s was renamed Nysa and her life as a commoner commenced smoothly. As she grew, she dazzled those who rested eyes upon her. Borden was protective, but Nysa was very independent, full of curiosity and eager for adventure. As she watched her father train recruits for the Royal Guard Nysa grew to fantasize of her days as a recruit and when she was old enough she became the first female to enlist much to the disapproval of all four of her parents. It soon became apparent that Nysa was meant for a life of combat. The young warrior ranked top amongst her peers in archery, and in situational combat and where she lacked, Nysa made sure to acquire or strengthen a skill for her arsenal.

Eventually Nysa graduated from her training, joining the Royal Guard�s Shadow Elite division known as the Golden Eye or The Eye. The Eye were a collective of archers who patrolled and guarded the Lyzian Nation from the Canopy. The Shadow Elites are regarded for their accuracy and precision (trained as medieval day assassins). Over the course of several years Nysa rose in ranks as a Lieutenant for a subdivision of the Golden Eye.

PRESENT DAY

Impending war still remains a promising threat to the gates of the Lyzian Nation as allied kingdoms have fallen swiftly under the tyrannical efforts exerted from the South, the Lyzian Nation continued to strengthen its military. Many allies and enemies, destitute and seeking shelter, seek and find refuge in the secure embrace of the Lyzian Nation. Nulla in elit libero. In sed gravida sapien. Vestibulum sed magna at tortor tincidunt euismod sed id eros. Phasellus sodales, risus vel aliquam dignissim, velit lacus tristique velit, vitae egestas eros sapien nec arcu. Proin blandit nulla augue, eu porta ligula varius ut. Nam lacinia in eros at volutpat. Fusce et sollicitudin enim. Cum sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Fusce et faucibus libero, nec porttitor massa. Curabitur quis vulputate lectus, non venenatis erat. Integer nec enim magna. Sed lacinia neque id nisi sodales, sit amet sodales dolor accumsan. Aenean odio lectus, efficitur non magna sed, accumsan tempus leo. Sed convallis rutrum sagittis.
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T rapped beneath chestnut seas

I yearned to remain a captive pulled deeper into the currents.

I am stricken, by a simple gaze

It unravels me such that my breaths grows shallow

And my heart runs wilder than that of a free stallion.

Your child, whom found tranquility once only in your embrace�

finds herself soothed by innocent friction and plagued of dangerous desires�

I have felt the touch she bares.

A sorcery expelled from her fingertips that ignite a flame that is insatiable.

Such sensations of bliss that I have never known

Worth far more than any gold could buy.

Like a moth I am drawn to this flame.
Dark shapes come to me at night. Monstrous forms. When I wake, they skulk in the shadows, shapeless, but no sooner am I asleep than they creep forward again.
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𝓘𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓼

Jun 8th 2020 - 9:47 PM


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Attn: Nysa // Mention: N/A
The main palace was vast and nothing like the old Greek and Roman structures Claudia had infiltrated before, closer to Sumerian but different. The three foreign agents were turned around several times, despite the mage’s powers of illusion, they were certain to arouse the suspicion of the guards in crowded hallways. Ignored for the most part due to the current crisis, she knew nothing of the rulers of this wayward land but the immortal slightly respected them as they weren’t throwing their subjects out into the flooded streets.

“My apologies, Legatus,” Scaro lamented. “The guards are much more vigilant here in the levels closer the king and queen’s quarters and some have a level of arcane skill.”

As if to prove her point, a contingent of more heavily armored guards passed through the corridor beside them, some taking position by certain doors. Andronica listened to their native tongue which one was giving orders in, it sounded Latin but mixed with an obscure layer of another dialect all together.

“Guard the royal wings, don’t allow the wounded or sick any further, watch for possible assassins,” was discerned through magic composed by the vampyren.

“It’s alright,” the Aserian replied. “We risk attracting the wrong attention by proceeding too hastefully.”

“That human mentioned assassins,” Decimus who had used the same spell to understand the language chimed in. “It’s possible the Ilhuipan and Nahuatl have spies or have carried out some form of espionage against the Lyzians already, perhaps their archives may have the information we need.”

They went silent as a female figure appeared in the hall, young, skin the same color as the natives with auburn hair. She could have been mistaken for a regular citizen having trudged through the flooded streets, perhaps seeking to bargain with her rulers for more aid to their subjects; but the guards seemed to regard her with respect and bowed slightly when she passed through.

“That’s Nysa,” Helvia said as soon as the young woman disappeared into a nearby room. “Daughter to the king and queen, Princess of Lyzia.”

“She’s no mere mortal,” Decimus replied.

...Despairing that she had no time to absorb the history of this place. An unknown continent far from Roman, Chinese or other imperial domains...
“There’s an odd aura around her, indeed,” Andronica said. “We’ll have to see if she will hinder, help or let us go about our work of expelling the Roman-Sevrin threat. That room she went in, isn’t that what we are searching for?” After receiving a nod from their guide, the ancient formed a new spell, using vampiric powers to take the form of a thick mist, her form dematerializing, the other two nightstalkers used similar abilities to bypass the sentries. Upon rematerializing inside the wide library, the Legatus could hear stone scraping and saw the shape of a secret door closing, the Lyzian monarchs must have a secret hideaway behind the archive chamber. Studying where she saw the shape of the door, the Huntress gestured for her cousin to come forward, pointing to a tall shelf, the mage looked at her with a confused expression upon his thin face. “Lift it up!” She hissed while taking hold of the other side. Guiding the high beamed furniture towards where the hidden door was, they set the shelf in front of it. “We will have plenty of warning if we’re disturbed. Now, look around for the maps documents we need, any military reports will help us too.”

Her cousin and the agent went to work, the arcane vampire took to another side of the library, the Lyzians seemed very organized, scrolls and some unfolded papyrus lay on tables but most were on the shelves. The chambers had no doubt been abandoned when the floods came, the Aserian walked to one alcove and skimmed through a tattered scroll, despairing that she had no time to absorb the history of this place. An unknown continent far from Roman, Chinese or other imperial domains, setting down the old test gently, she went for the next.

A surveyor’s report? Excellent! It appeared to be an exploration further east of Lyzia, it mentioned the ‘Aztecs,’ that Scaro had spoke of but more importantly land conditions as well as beasts and insects. They had to find some advantage to hold the Romans at bay, she was sure that the ‘shrieking ants whose stingers feel like daggers in the flesh,’ would only be a minor block for marching soldiers. Putting the scroll aside, the ancient pressed further, there had to be a report on the supernatural threats or at least the local’s tales of them as well. The three were undisturbed for now.

 
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♕ 𝕯𝖔𝖛𝖆𝖍 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓

May 4th 2019 - 7:48 PM


No worries at all my dear.
Oh really? I would go swipe it back hah. It's such a good game. In fact one of my firsts and clearly, still a fan favorite. ROFL.

So tell me....what sort of plots do you like?
♕ 𝕯𝖔𝖛𝖆𝖍 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓

May 4th 2019 - 7:25 PM


Oh, so many wonderful questions. I appreciate you asking them and taking the time to get back to me. I'll try to do my best to explain all of them. 

So firstly; Althea Stormcloak is not from the GOT/Daenerys verse, but is merely inspired by it. So there will be some resemblances. My character is actually an original character from a very elaborate fantasy video game called; Skyrim. Which also has many similarities to GOT. So I'm sure that's where all the confusion stems from.

The Stomcloaks are one of the many factions in Skyrim. Example, like Game of Thrones has houses. House Stark, Lannister. It's the same concept...Althea in her world, is from house Stormcloak. Which is a very famous family and banner to be waving.

The backstory of her dragons is rather intricate. So I'll try to summarize. Althea is born with the gifts of the Dragonborn, so in a since Dragon Blood. Her dragons were left abandoned and she took them in. So naturally, they are forever by her side.

Overtime as our story progresses. I'll go in to more detail and make things more clear.

I'm still reading through your page. But if I have questions I'll send them directly your way. :)!
♕ 𝕯𝖔𝖛𝖆𝖍 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓

May 4th 2019 - 3:04 PM


Greetings dear.

It would be my pleasure to workout a plot with you. There is a bit of information on my page, but if you happen to have any questions feel free to ask. I'll make sure to take a peep at your page as well. See if I can learn anything or gather some ideas for our adventure. Let me know, if there is anything additional I should know about chya.

Alright now...take care
and hope to hear from you soon.
𝓘𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓼

Jan 8th 2019 - 2:41 AM


Infiltration and Intruders?

A steady rain began to fall upon the already flooded city, Claudia’s leather boots tore through the waters as the the end of her cloak floated atop it, the air in the tropical city became uncomfortably humid. Claudia’s emerald hues scanned the people who passed them by, her pale skin contrasted theirs, her and her cousin stuck out like sore thumbs but the civilians seemed more concerned with the current crisis. Moving at a snail’s pace was irritating, but any faster might draw unwanted attention, she looked back over her shoulder, brows forming into a frown.

“Everything alright?” Decimus asked.

“Possibly,” the Legatus answered. “Stay alert, I believe someone might be following us already.”

“This way,” their guide said. “We can cut down the alley after that crowd passes,” they did so crossing into a narrow path before continuing into the accompanying street.

“I sense something else is troubling you,” her cousin whispered.

“This place.”

“What about it?”

“It reminds me of Egypt during its final days,” Andronica replied. “Before Cleopatra sold it out to Caesar.”

The mage vampyren followed close at the Legatus’ side through the shallows, “You have lamented often of your last assignment there, though I have not heard the whole tale.”

“Cleopatra had the chance to bring Egypt to its former glory, independent of Roman control or Sevrin influence, the way it was, centuries earlier. However it was to Caesar that she handed the kingdom too,” the immortal paused as the three moved aside, to sidestep a group of armored men, military or town guard possibly. “This place seems a great power in its own, now the Sevrins have brought the Romans here, Lyzians to the arena, brought under imperial heel. Another notch in a vampire lord’s belt.”

“All empires rise and fall,” Decimus said in reply. “I suppose we will be deciding if it is time for this one.”

Scaro interjected, “The palace is further inland, where King Arotza and Queen Erosali reside, Legatus, I know not if they are there nor if their daughter is either. We should be able to get in and out, the records room with the forbidden passages should be in the northern wing, deeper within.” She led the two vampyren forward, the waters at their feet seemed to fluctuate with depth but never exceeding past the knees.

As most of the city seemed to be intermixed with the plant overgrowth, the flooding became filled with muck, more guards and civilians ran past them down the hill with more wounded survivors and casualties. Bluish-green hues scanned the crowd which now seemed to be gathering within the courtyard to a massive palace, built into the mountainside, meshing the greenery with stone. It was a brilliant construction that ancient had never seen, even Decimus seemed captivated by it, enormous as well, hopefully it would be in and out.

Claudia turned to see that her cousin had covered the two staves, in their experience, most cultures frown on large rods with glowing crystals at the top. Reaching into her bag, she removed two soft round shaped objects, no bigger than apples, a pale white in color with a short string like object sticking out the top. She handed them to Decimus who looked at with a disgusted expression but took them and put them in his own pack. “We may be able to become invisible to the guards but the smoke will cause them to flee in distress,” she said of her own created smoke bombs, she had learned the properties of such elements to create them.

The other ancient sighed, “The smell though, you use too much of that pungent plant that causes pain in the eyes for mortals,” he whispered.

“Not this time,” she replied. “Be careful however, I packed in a little bit more of that Asian exploding powder with these ones.” Closing her bag where eight more of the projectiles remained, she looked up to see Scaro speaking to the guards in the language used by the Lyzians. It wasn’t clear if they were letting survivors in, there seemed to be a triage system going on, the worst of the wounded were being taken in and some of the servants were tending to those in the yard. She looked over her shoulder, only to see the mortals still scrambling about, no one paying them any mind.

Stepping forward, her boots finally setting upon wet stone out of the dark flood waters, a purple orb of magic swirling in her right palm hidden under the cloak, she stood to the male’s side and focused vampiric power on him. The man began to wipe sweat from his brow as Scaro continued to speak, he nodded and granted them access, still shaking his head, Andronica lead the way up. Entering the at the top of the complex structure, the Aserian couldn’t find anything to compare it too; the closest conjuration being the structures built high in the trees built by the tribes in lands across the sea south of Asia and India. Though that construction was crude compared to this sort of elegance, thankfully, the Lyzians didn’t practice cannibalism either like those tribes. Moving past the main entry, through the assembled guards and patients, Scaro led them further into capital building, the ancient continued using her power to keep them hidden in the shadows.

A frown formed on the Legatus’ face, she suddenly sensed the presence of another vampire nearby, unfamiliar, “Decimus?”

“I have detected them as well,” her cousin whispered. “They have no doubt sensed us as well.”

“Scaro, lead on,” Claudia hissed. “Stay alert, we don’t want a pitched battle with the close quarters of the palace.” She eyed the walls of the hall they were lead down upon, their guide took them down a small staircase into another chamber and then forward again. Where was this other nightstalker however?Invictus



Divine Morality

Jul 24th 2018 - 11:14 PM


10 summers ago…. “ Listen, the Motherland calls to you”

Delicately, the tall grass and wildflowers bowed and swayed beneath the caressing persuasion of the meadow’s zephyr. There, the unifying movement of flora melted into the comforting melody of the easy morning tide as it would ripple onto the quiet coastal Lyzian shores, inching in, to moisten the sandy beaches before retreating back to the seas.


The morning was fresh, the sun having yet to climb and greet the clouds, yet the air was already dense with warmed moisture such that the ocean’s briny embrace could be tasted upon the tongue.


In the center of it all, two figures stood relishing in the raw beauty of the morning. The shorter of the pair kept her eyes closed, breathing in the heavenly scent of dew drops and floral essence.


“Nysa…”


Familiarity. A finely sanded accent embroidered with a sultry hum, born of the airless soil of the fallen Aspen Empire, was now so smoothly woven with Lyzian tongues.


“Yes, brother?”  The younger of the two opened her eyes to gaze upon the tall herculean form that shrouded her own athletic elfin stature. Solin, born to parched sands beholding a bountiful and vibrant culture, was a refugee of Lyzia like many who now roamed the Motherland. Embodying the radiance of rosen maghony, Solin flourished within the present of the sun which melted the sky and dripped kisses upon his skin, nourishing it. A small, tender smile grew wide upon Nysa’s face, as it always did. Squinting past the prying rays of the sun, quiet honey-hazel seas meant with those of roasted amber.


“Today stride lightly. The Motherland is raw at this hour, and she will guide if you listen.” His dark gaze was strong and strict yet it held no urgency, unlike most days.


It was up to the alliance between two of the royal guards to train independently of their commander’s coaching in order to grow as a unit, solely reliant on one’s self and partner. Today was no different.


Nysa merely nodded, inhaling deeply with eyes shielded from the world, yet again. Soon the gentle whir of swaying grass fell from her ears followed by the strong drone of a dragonfly hovering inches from her face and the chattering of the forest animals busied with their daily routine. As if she no longer stood in a world full of color and life, darkness cloaked her surroundings and within the emptiness there was silence. A shuddered exhale qued her partner to begin.


“ Let our brethren confide in you. Do not ignore their calls...but embrace them...Today you are the one being sought.”


As if her partner beckoned the Motherland himself the darkness melted into colorful threaded seas sculpting themselves into the landscape that presently stood before her. However, unlike most in the world, if Nysa concentrated and opened her mind, she could see the pulsing energy, the life force, as it surge through the living.


Scouring the landscape, an ach took tight hold of the young warrior’s chest, absentmindedly she rubbed the agitated area as if to soothe the soreness. Again, Nysa observed the surrounding plane, until a soft glow emanated from a nearby oak tree woven in vibrantly pulsing threads, beckoned for her company, and so she walked. Resting her palm gently against its bark was an innocent gesture, yet Nysa found herself nonplussed as pain abruptly walloped within her chest, weakness riddled her bones, and immense contractions of hungry lungs pounded for air. A piercing gasp fell from her lips as she bellowed forward, free hand now clutching her chest where the numbed throbbing had grown quite unbearable.  Turning her gaze back to the tree Nysa noticed that many of the branches above her were not pulsing with nearly as much vigor as other sections of the tree.


“Its dying” She croaked dryly before yanking her hand away from the trunk, panting heavily.


Autumn hues blinked at the harsh offending sunlight as they were revealed to the world again. Nysa anticipated she’d find solace in the familiar landscape.  Yet, as if she were a novice suckling viewing the world for the first time, fright clouded her sight and the familiar yearn of wanderlust affixed to her heart. The passing breeze which gently grazed her cheek felt like a vast current holding her float. Nysa felt her feet beneath her, yet as she opened her eyes and gazed down she saw nothing but the moisten forest floor far beneath her.  A violent shudder buckled weakened knees and upon the ground Nysa fell, barely able to catch herself. Although the fall was short in truth, her consciousness perceived the fall came from immeasurably heights.


Instinctively the warrior gazed up at the sky as her heaving chest, which stung of panic, subsided.  Relief swept away what fear remained once she caught sight the flock of birds that had taken to the sky, full of past spring’s fledglings. Hours had passed, the sun had nearly reached its peak. Wiping the sweat from her brow Nysa releasing a deep breath as she looked to her partner who remained at her side, the meek slothful grin adorning her exhausted features.


*  * *  * * *  *

A Hostile Night


Autumn hues scoured the room full of men in quiet amusement, as the commotion took flight. The evening had grown long and the air thick with apprehension and disdain.  The flickering of the red wind and shadow danced upon the faces of the angered and impatient. Nysa could hardly believe that a meeting with promising intent and cordial address, so quickly vanquished in the presence of a few waspish tongues. With great fortune, the moon’s light peaking through the skylight apprised the warrior to take her leave, to which she began to weave through the multitude to make her escape. Like fractious children, commanders, the holy and the high council alike spat loathsomely, vile concoctions, with little intent of listening to their counterparts.  Above the clamor of tetchy tongues however, rose a coarsely sanded voice, husked and guttural, full of unmanaged anguish. The unsavory discourse beckoned the attention of all, stopping Nysa in her tracks, she turned to listened.


“ ENOUGH!...The time has come to disregard the teachings of Earth’s dawn..This... Is...War, Baalhaan!”  Silence soon followed the affront led by Artius, a commander of slightly lesser ranking to the decorated officer who assembled the meeting, to whom Artius now provoked.  


“We are ready...we have been ready! Darkness has crept into our quarters...and it threatens the people of Lyzia...”  Seated beneath a brow matted with thick, unruly golden curls laid chestnut seas, piercing beyond heavy lids towards the male positioned at the table’s head.


“ and all you command is for our efforts to be squandered on patrol...” An irate scoff followed Artius’ provocation. Several nodded, others verbally expressed their agreement, souring the atmosphere surrounding the opposing faction.


Lyzian’s were a people with strong moral values, values rooted in the teachings of the gods. To turn their back on their gods and ancestral lessons would unbind the foundation of the motherland, and surely lead to its demise.


As a tempest danced against the rigid wooden stronghold a slow creaking of the wooden beams over head could finally be heard resounding repetitively within the garrison, located nearest many of Lyzia’s coastal villages.


The rattling fortress proceeded to go unnoticed by those enveloped by the tension that restrained them.  Nysa, however, found herself perplexed by the unyielding winds that abruptly materialized from the thin, tranquil breezes of the night. The motherland and her children grew increasingly agitated. Her brethren,  frantic. The supple sway of branches quickly bowed in surrender to the unyielding strength of the wind. Branches snapped, birds took to the air while ground dwellers ran as swift as their feet would carry avoiding the descending lumber. The distress of the Motherland and her brethren was raw, Nysa felt the amalgamating matrix of emotional turmoil take root within every inch of her body. She had to warn Baalhaan, yet all she could manage was a shallow pant as her form lend against the nearest wall. She was mystified by the unnatural episode taking place beyond the threshold of the garrison. Nysa could not answer the inquiries of her brethren as they flooded her consciousness,”Where do we go?”...”What is happening?!”, for she too did not understand the chaos that ensued.


Several murmurs seeped through the stillness and all eyes drifted across the room meeting with Baalhaan’s deep set honey hues which narrowed in response to the galed provocation. A large, callused hand rested upon a stubborn chin fully dress with a finely kept beard, unlike many within the room. Broad shoulders, adorned with a darkly roasted partially braided mane, seemed to grow in size with the crossing of arms.


“Is that so, Artius?” Baalhaan’s voice bellowed, seemingly from the farthest depths of the sea where no one could bare to dive. His voice seemed to shake the earth like that of a god’s, his fury barely contained. His command had been challenged far too many times such that his own tempest was a brew.  


“YES! Let us be blinded by rage...and fear! A feral glint flickered behind his darkening, tired eyes.


“ Let us become a nation of fools...and disregard all that we stand for, like the lands of the East! Casting his gaze around the room he challenged those who opposed his command and the lessons awarded them by their ancestors.


“We know not who threatens the soils of Lyzia...and yet you stand before me, thirsty for blood and willing to throw yourselves into battle...”  


A boisterous laugh lacking humor filled the air, and as if poison had dripped upon the opposed from the commandant’s tongue, silence well fitted for the dead soon followed Baalhaan’s quelled guffaw.


“ I ask, are you willing to command Surien to the front in a battle where you are even blind?”

spitefully the commander’s voice dripped with vinem as he inquired about Artius’ first born.


Baalhaan’s molten hues silently challenged others who’d protested his command, many of which casted their gaze under the unbearable weight placed upon their shoulders.


Artius, with a reddened face, hammered the table, his fist tightly clutched. Parted lips and a drying throat waivered far too long for a voice to be heard.


With two palms now pressed to the table, Baalhaan continued.


“This is no war...we know. We are sworn to oath to defend our lands with our lives, just as our ancestors’ sacrificed before us...But the guard will not charge into battle unprepared!  


His hand swayed, gesturing to the room of men and what few women existed within the boundaries of the fort.


“ To disobey command...is to disobey the Lyzian crown. Let it be known... to follow such an impetuous fledgling in to blinded bloodshed will cost you more than the severed allegiance to the King and Queen. ”


As Baalhaan lent back, hand lifted to continue his address, a slender hand took firm hold of his forearm. “Commander…” with a urgent show of formality Nysa recoiled her outreached arm to rest across her chest, a fisted hand briefly placed above her heart.  Without acknowledgement she dismissed her salute in pursuit of the quest at hand. “ The Motherland is uneased. “


Soon after Nysa intervened blackened clouds shrouding the moon leaving only comfort by candle light within the garrison. A guardsman opened the door only to be greeted by the howling wind and the unanticipated striking of thunder, so loud it rattled to the bone.


“By the gods!” the exclaim flew from the lips of many as bodies shuffled through the fort’s threshold to behold the immense waves that climbed upon Kingdom’s coast.


“Thaksian!”  A guardsman Nysa’s age, bewildered by the massive tide, swiftly pried his eyes from the chaos to the commandant who hailed him. With fist to chest in attendance, his muscular shadow could still be acknowledged well even in the midst of a blackened sky. “Mount and take your men to the Southern shores.” With a nod, the lesser ranking soldier mounted his horse commanding his party to the southern reaches of the kingdom.


As Thaksian road into the night, so did others, under the commands of their officers.


The firm hand upon Nysa’s shoulder, pulled her attention to her left where she locked eyes with those of her commanding officer. “Follow Artius to the north.”


“ The west will be difficult to manage with such a small company. Allow my passage to the west wi--”


Nysa’s protest was silenced by Baalhaan’s tightening grip on her shoulder, a grip which grew tender, yet still unyielding. “Be careful, child. Stay vigilant...these hours may still grow darker.”



Artius had mounted with his men and Nysa was due to catch up. Mounting her horse she reluctantly road off into the night following the path of his men.


*************

Present Day


The hunger of the sea was quelled not before homes were destroyed and the lives of many were taken. At the brink of twilight Nysa felt the motherland tickling the skin of her feet yet now, as dawn was soon to pass, the ground quivered beneath her, all though it be for near instances she could not quell the unnerving reverberation of her distraught brethren from the foreground of her mind.


Something is amiss.


Autumn hues took note of the littered sands, the wreckage of a ship no doubt. Yet her thoughts went unattended as a fellow guardsman collapsed to his knees from exhaustion, a limp child upon his back. All of the guard were stretched along the coast, if not actively at sea searching for survivors, then helping healers with the wounded, or transporting the dead.


“ I’ve got her” Nysa gathered the child, no more than 10 summers old, upon her back. Although petite in stature, she made up for her size in skill and strength.


“Truly, there are times when the heavens should be cursed” she muttered through a clenched jaw as a light rain fell upon the both of them during their journey to the coastal city, Callar. The city was swarming with hastened movement. As her pace grew brisk to avoid colliding with a stretcher carrying one of the departed in route to the temple’s chambers, Nysa found herself stumbling into the path of two hooded figures. A familiar ach strumbed the cords in her chest. Gazing to the side, autumn orbs caught glimpse of shadowed crimson seas, a curious sight. Her own pupils narrowed to slits as her footing grew swift and calculated yet graceful, like a jungle cat, as she avoided another collision making sure to keep the youth securely holstered as she moved. Exhaling slowly the throbbing eased, looking over her shoulder to gaze upon the mysterious forms she lost sight of them in the masses.


Within short time Nysa reached the dwelling for the wounded survivors where she parted ways with the youth she carried.


Setting out into the sea of busied bodies the young warrior found herself torn between duty of command and curiosity. The passing hours had been anything but conventional and Nysa had her suspicions that maybe a cloaked figure charged with eyes of crimson seas would possess the answers she sought.


𝓘𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓼

Jun 26th 2018 - 2:14 AM


"Decimus, I Don't Think We're in Rome Anymore"
The Pacific Ocean, En Route to the Americas. 65 A.D.

Deep crimson hues peered out from under brown locks under a dark hood, penetrating the thick sea fog, the mist swirled around the wooden craft of rich Japanese design. The air around was humid with slight tropical scents as their transport cut through waters further south, yet there was a chill on the winds which seemed to carry a sense of foreboding. Ivory fingers, extending from palm gloves, pulled a cloak over leather and steel, Roman armor with blue inlay, designed to designate agents of the Order of Cicero per the military alliance with the Roman Empire. Though with the Emperor, Nero, declaring war against the organization which had safeguarded the land including the empire from vampiric dominion, that distinction mattered to only a few today. Nimble fingers curled around a custom-made crossbow, expertly designed from the schematics of Rome and the Asian empires by a wandering soul who had trekked these lands centuries earlier.

“We’ve made good time in getting across the ocean,” Decimus, Claudia's cousin, the tall, mage and vampyren said. “I was wrong to complain about our journey to Asia.”

“We risk less detection by the Romans leaving through Asia then we would through Egypt or India,” Andronica replied. “And we can trust Haga Fusaaki,” the Pure-Blood’s gaze turned to the Asian lycan, tall and broad-shouldered in human form standing at the head of the boat. “I’ve known his family for generations, hearty sailors and skilled warriors. We’ll reach this Lyzian kingdom before the Romans will. What do you know about this artifact we have to retrieve?”

“The ancients called it the staff of the caged mind,” the taller vampire, dressed in a worn coat replied waving away the sea mist from his thin face. “It’s said to have a mind of its own, only the most skilled mages have been able to use it, alas, it was deemed ‘too dangerous,’ so they broke into two pieces. Hiding them in places remote from one another, we should see and feel the effects of them when they gain proximity to one another.”

A heavy-breathing sailor passed by them and Andronica waited till he was out of earshot, “Oh that’s comforting,” she remarked. “What kind of effects will we experience?” Her tone was one of sarcasm, almost spiteful.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Decimus replied, “Unfortunately, Legatus,” he addressed Claudia by her rank formally. “Records of what the staff did apparently did not survive, so we will have to find out. If you don’t mind me asking, you do not seem very interested in this assignment. Were you not interested in seeing new lands?”

A sigh left delecate lips, the icy breath, a byproduct of vampirism, did not affect the mist in front of the Aserian’s face. “I’ve explored this world for the last couple of centuries, you and my brother Severus at my side and other continental patrols, I undertook on my own.” She turned and walked toward the prow of the ship, the mage followed behind listening, running a hand through short dark hair. “However, there is much to be done back in Rome and the provinces. The Sevrin vampire family still infests Rome, Nero wages war on the Order, we have more threats arriving from the east with the displace Germanic tribes spilling into the empire. I do not understand why Imperator Adril sent us instead of two lower-ranking agents, Severus has tasks of his own, my mother deals with the Pantheon and we’re stretched thin as it is with conflicts raging in Briton. We don’t even know if we can get back.”

Her cousin scoffed, “The conflict started by the Celts and other tribes created much chaos indeed and as I recall, you actually aided Boudica.”

A smirk curled crimson lips with pride, “Her cause was just, after what the Romans did to her and her daughters, she deserved her revenge.” Dark, articulate brows formed into a frown as ears, enhanced by vampiric hearing detected another craft traversing the water nearby. “Do you hear that?”

“Ship incoming!” A Roman soldier a member of the garrison loyal to the Order shouted and pointed.

Leather boots carried her to the side of the ship, Claudia’s gaze looked through the fog and found the incoming vessel that had been detected. “By the ancient blood!”

“Roman banners,” Decimus noted, “They’re coming at us with incredible speed.”

“They mean to ram us!” Andronica exclaimed. “Everyone brace yourselves!” It was the only order she could give, their ship could not move forward in time to avoid the impact.

“Hold onto something!” Fusaaki shouted to his sailors in their native tongue.

Ivory fingers grasped a rod under the railing as she took cover and braced herself, her cousin beside her, a massive crash was heard, the hull of their ship was torn asunder as flecks of wood and iron filled the air. The vampyren heard the light footsteps and then the grunt of a man as he leapt over the side, the boots of several Roman soldiers landed from the assaulting ship onto their deck. Barely raising the bladed end of her crossbow in time to catch the blade of a Gladius before it could come down upon her, the vampyren rose up, pushing her attacker back. The wooden deck was already stained with dark red liquid as the imperial troops and Sevrin vampires began slaughtering the unprepared crewmen and loyal Roman troops. These invaders were no doubt being controlled by the ruling nightstalkers who the sworn enemy of the Order. Claudia moved to the right, just as her opponent stepped forward, sword thrust towards her abdomen, she grabbed his outstretched arm, squeezing with unnatural vampiric strength, causing the male to cry out in agony. He reached for her throat with his free hand but gasped and cried out again as the bolt that was at the ready in the Legatus’ crossbow skewered into his stomach upon being fired, fresh blood flowed out like a stream. She let go of his arm and struck the soldier across the face with the sharp bow of her projectile, turning back to her cousin who had just dispatched a vampire with fire magic, “Sevrins,” she said in a disgusted tone.

A heavy rain began to assault the deck as loyal troops finally began to fight back, it became a pitched battle onboard, though one could not see the extent of the damage below but it was certainly felt as the boat tilted left sharply, but not completely. Firing off another bolt, the Pure-Blood wounded another vampire, stretching forth her free hand, a blue orb swirled in her hand and powerful ropes of a chain-lightning spell electricuted a hostile Roman, blowing him against the side. Fusaaki who had already taken the form of a large white wolf grunted at her as the soldier had been behind him. She activated her vampiric powers, dematerializing into a swarm of bats and flying across to the mid-section of the deck, drawing her own blade, reforming, she faced a vampire who stared back with blood dripping from her mouth.

“Lunch first, now I’m ready to kill agents of the pathetic Order,” the Sevrin viper said. Disorganized blonde hair flew forward as the fledgling lunged at the Pure-Blood.

Andronica once again calling upon her vampiric powers, dematerializing into a mist form, the enemy vampire passed right through her, Claudia re-appeared and fired off the last bolt into the woman’s back. “Hope the last meal was worth it,” she said before beheading the bloodsucker in one slash.

The deck shook as a tall Roman male leapt upon it, dressed in blackened steel plate armor over rich crimson uniform. Before the Aserian could react, a loyal soldier attacked the purple-clad warrior but it proved to be a most costly mistake. The taller man raised a blade, jumping back, he brought the Gladius down, removing the arm of the attacking soldier. Before the stunned Pure-Blood could do anything, the ship tilted again, the commander stabbed his attacker in the side, hoisted him up in the air and over the side of the ship to the waiting sharks. He turned to face the vampyren with a twisted smile. It was Legatus Tiberius Amphion, a decorated Roman commander, turned half-vampire and welcomed by the Sevrins. Practically Claudia’s nemesis, he was known for his brutality and for mass-murder, particularly perverted and torturous ways with agents of the Order if he found them.

“Why am I not surprised, I should have known by the stench you would be tracking us,” Andronica remarked venomously. She quickly brought up her blade just in time as Amphion rushed her.

“I, as well as Rome have a vested interest in Lyzia and the artifact, one that you and your Order cannot be allowed to sabotage,” the smell of some foul concoction and blood flowed from his mouth. Piercing azure hues stared down from under a dark helmet that rested upon a head of brownish-blonde hair.

“Rome?” Claudia asked. “Or do you mean the Sevrins, the filth that hold your leash?”

“It matters not,” Tiberius replied in a smug tone as he pushed his blade further down upon hers. His maroon eyes looked down her body, lustfully. “Shame. You could be so much more, we could be.”

“Oh, I am sure I’m not missing much, but thank you,” Andronica replied. She aimed to kick him in the abdomen but missed as the dhampyre dodged but she used the space to pushed him back. Then rushed him, steel sparking against steel as their swords clashed in the air.

“We have it! We have the staff, Legatus Amphion!” A Roman soldier emerged from the hold carrying a silver rod, two prongs stretched to the left and the right on the top holding shimmering sapphires.

“Get it to the ship!” Tiberius barked, then turned to relent from Claudia’s hold before taking a swing at her neck but missing.

“I do not think so,” Decimus sprang forward hitting the soldier over the head with the end of his own mage’s staff which shone with magical energy.

The legionnaire dropped the artifact, the jewels on the end suddenly lit up and it seemed be absorbing energy from the embattled environment around itself before suddenly discharging in a massive pulse which knocked everyone off their feet. Andronica was thrown back against the ship’s compartment, she grunted, pushing herself up, fighting the fact that the burst had knocked the breath out of her. She looked across as her cousin who was already on his feet and holding the staff, Amphion who had been thrown to the side rushed the the other vampyren, the Pure-Blood leapt up and went forward. She once again met the commander’s blade, she glared back at her opponent who simply grinned in response until his eyes went wide at something behind her. It wasn’t a trick but genuine shock as many of the other combatants stopped ceased their fights and looked in the same direction, she turned looked over her shoulder, crimson hues widening in surprise. A colossal wave had risen to the west behind them, massive, it threatened to destroy everything in its path, so this was the destructive power of the ancient artifact they were trying to secure.    

“Retreat!” Amphion’s order came.

Claudia turned back sharply, glaring through the heavy rain, “You’re not going anywhere!” As if to prove her wrong, the ship beneath her tilted down again, seawater could be seen spilling onto the deck.

“Legatus!” Decimus yelled, her cousin was wielding his own staff and that of the Caged Minds using waves of wind magic to push the wave back. “I need your help to stabilize the tidal wave!”

“I think this is where I leave the sea to consume you,” Amphion said with a laugh before leaping back onto his own ship.

She begrudgingly turned away and ran to where the magic wielder was standing attempting to calm the furious sea. Sheathing her blade and letting the crossbow which hung from her shoulders fall to her side, the vampyren raised her own arms, orbs of power swirling within her palms. She blasted heavy ice into the wave in attempt to block it, reaching out and attempting to manipulate the elements around her with the other. “It’s no use, Decimus,” she said as the hardened glacial barriers she had made were demolished as if they were papyrus, tension increased as land became visible behind them. She looked at the Staff then grabbed the rod and used her own magic with that of her cousin’s, the wave began to decrease. “It’s working! The staff must be the only object capable of dispelling its own disasters.” It wasn’t fast enough however, the ship suddenly began to push up and ride the oncoming wave which now towered over them. The screams of the men behind them could be heard as one disappeared into the sea, others clung to the ship for dear life. “Decimus!”

“Help them,” he said firmly, “I think I can do this.”

“Good luck cousin!” With that she turned back and took the form of a dark swarm again, flying after the falling sailors and teleporting them back into the open cargo hold. She had gotten the last one, as the wave seemed to fluctuate but still bear down on them like an imposing leviathan, Claudia whirled around to join Decimus. Right as she did an about face, the tall mast which held the dragonwing-like sails snapped as if it were a twig, she wasn’t fast enough and it fell upon her, hitting her on the top of the head and knocking her into the cargo hold. What came next was both expected and very unwelcome, the cries of men rang in the air as the ship climbed the wave, the contents of the hold flew back along with as stunned vampire. She fell back in mid-air, clinging to what was left of the mast a barrage of icy, salty seawater assaulted her, followed by a heavy trunk which hit her in the face. As darkness closed in, she could feel the ship rolling and falling to pieces around her.


South America, Western Shore, Lyzian Outskirts?

“Legatus!” A familiar male voice called from the darkness, it seemed miles away.

Tired eyelids opened slightly to blurred overcast daylight then closed again, her body had fallen in something both coarse and soft at the same time. Sand, she could feel grains of it under her fingertips, and on her legs, she was on another beach, flecks and fragments of wood were under her hands.

“Claudia!” Decimus’ call sounded closer this time.

A groan left her lips as Andronica pushed herself up, her vision slightly blurred as she opened her eyes again, “Decimus?”

“Right here,” her cousin knelt beside her, his rugged clothes soaked and the Staff along with his own secured behind his back.

The Pure-Blood’s eyes widened as she took notice of the ravaged ship which had smashed into the tall trees, “What happened?!”

“Worry not, I was able to stop the wave from causing too much destruction,” the mage replied. “There may be some small amount of flooding on the coastline or in any docks, seaside towns or villages but the wave did not do too much damage. You wield the Staff better than I ever could, I think if you had not briefly aided me then the damage would have been far worse.”

Grabbing hold of ship debris, the vampyren pulled herself, leaning against it for support, coughing slightly, a thirst for the foul copperly liquid she drank only by necessity rising in her. She reached in her cloak only to find her own airtight flask missing, no doubt lost at sea or shattered somewhere in the rainforest. “Were there any survivors?”

“Here, take what’s left of mine,” Decimus said holding his own flask, designed so it could hold a supply of blood without drying it up. “I’ve taken all I need and should be fine.”

“I brought a reserve,” Claudia replied. “If it survived, we’ll be in good supply.” She unscrewed the lid and brought the canteen to her lips, tilting it down so the metallic liquid flowed down her tongue. Grimacing as always at the taste, she thought after being alive for 1,000 years by now, she would be used to it. Perhaps it was her mentality, she had asked for vampirism, she had not asked for the demon to force it on her, or to force himself on her. It was the cost of the man she had called father seeking, lusting, obsessing over power, submitting their family to the will of their enslaver, Zaros Maal. She was more than happy to be free of that leviathan and the monster she once called, father. The last drop of blood fell down her throat, her mouth, painted a dark maroon, she swallowed the coppery bile bitterly, handing the flask back to her cousin who looked back at her with concern. “Hold onto it, we’ll no doubt be attacked,” she looked through the rain at the tropical forest, it teemed with wild life, she could hear it and sense it. “If it comes down to it, we’ll take advantage of the bounty there,” she lamented, hating the idea of ending an animal’s life.

Haga Fusaaki stepped out of the greenery, human form, adorned in steel armor of his home country, “Good, you’re awake, Lady Andronica, we have a force of fifteen, us three makes eighteen. Ten of your force survived and five of my sailors, injuries were surprisingly light, you saved most of them, my thanks. I do not where the Roman nightstalker and his forces went, they could have been swept up in the wave?”

“Quite possibly,” Decimus replied. “But uncertain.”

“No,” Claudia chimed in. “Roaches like Amphion never die easily, you have squash them yourself usually.” She looked down and scoffed as her hands went to her hips, “Eighteen!” She looked up at her compatriots, “Against the 30,000 to 40,000 Romans due to land in the East? Well, the odds are in our favor yet, gentlemen,” she remarked sarcastically.

“Some may have perished on the voyage here, the Roman infantry may be superior but their navy cannot boast of the same success. We’ve had worse odds, remember the Dagon, Sumeria?” Her cousin asked.

“Don’t remind me, please,” Andronica shook her head. “The Romans don’t have the resources to hold a colony or settlement here. We have to secure the other artifact but also warn the Lyzians. This isn’t a Roman conquest, it’s a Sevrin one and a prize for Amphion. They face much more deadlier enemy then they can ever realize.”

As if to add another problem to the myriad they already faced, the ground beneath them shook suddenly for about half a minute before settling.

“Either quakes are natural here or the Staff is doing this. We should get moving,” Decimus interjected.

“Agreed,” the Legatus replied. “I’ll retrieve my supplies and then Decimus and I will be off to meet our undercover operative in Lyzia.”

“I will order our men to stay put and will scout East, to see if the Romans have arrived,” Haga said. “I am less likely to be caught by them or if the Lyzians have patrols.”

“Shadows guard you,” Claudia said. “Ah found it,” she had been rummaging through the broken ship and obtained a leather satchel, three canteens of blood along with crossbow bolts and supplies. “We should be well-stocked.”

“Very well,” Decimus said. “We should try to send a message to Adril.”

Andronica looked up and saw what she was seeking right away, a massive brown eagle with a golden beak, a purple orb of energy swirled in her palm as she reached out, taming the animal. A massive gust of wind could be felt around the two vampyren as the large avian swooped down before flapping its wings and settling on the Pure-Blood’s outstretched gauntlet. The bird of prey observed them with large yellow eyes, curious but still a note of caution was reflected, “We have need of your wings, little friend.”

Her cousin retrieved a small scroll of papyrus from the supply bag and bit of charcoal and began writing as Claudia dictated.


“Imperator,

Decimus and I have landed in the western lands, our ship has been destroyed by a tidal wave caused by the Staff but our search for the artifact will continue as well for a vessel that can carry us back to Asia. Status on the Roman and Sevrin forces is unknown, attacked by Tiberius Amphion who appears to be leading them. Will be heading into Lyzia to meet the operative, awaiting additional orders.

-Legatus Claudia Andronica.”  


The message was rolled and affixed to the eagle’s leg in an iron capulet, “Fly fast,” the vampire said as she raised her arm and set the massive bird free. It launched into the sky and flew due east. “Okay, we’ve lingered here, long enough.”


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The two cousins set off in this foreign land, their direction was north, surely on the outskirts of Lyzia, damage caused by the tidal wave was evident along the coast line. Legatus Andronica wrapped her cloak around herself, concealing her armor and weapons, the rain continued to fall steadily, giving them reason to wear their hoods. The two Order agents became much more cautious as the sight of intricately designed buildings of various sizes came into view, the construction was not like that of Roman cities, much different. Unique in its own way, similar to the pyramids of Egypt but the structures were made stone and had many more step-like notches, people were running about, panic and worry spread through the air like a plague. Wounded with pulses barely registering to the vampyren’s ears and dead were carried on makeshift stretchers and set down into separate sections.

“There must have been some flooding in settlements by the sea,” Decimus noted. “If we had had a hundred magic users behind us, we could have quelled the wave.” A tone of both sorrow and anger colored his voice.

It surprised Claudia, her cousin was strange at certains he seemed to look down on the world and humans and other times, he seemed to express regret such as he was now. “There was nothing we could have done,” she grasped his wrist. “We had no idea that the Staff was capable of that. The only thing we can do now is warn them of the Sevrin threat and that of the vampires on their doorstep.” She released his wrist, “There,” she gestured to an empty glade with a small bench in front of a fountain, secluded. “That must be the glade, Tribune Helvia Scaro said she would meet us.” They sauntered toward the fountain and sat on the bench, using their powers to keep the prying eyes away.

“Legatus Andronica?” A woman’s voice spoke softly. A woman wearing a brown cloak over a green dress similar to that of the civilians appeared. Vampire, “Thank goodness you have arrived.”

“Tribune Scaro?” Claudia asked and received a nod. “This is Decimus, he is with the Order. What can you tell us?”

“The flooding began a few hours ago,” the lower-ranking officer began. “Unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”

“We were nearly consumed in it,” the mage spoke, “It’s the work of the artifact and the earthquakes we are assuming. Have you located the other part of the artifact?”

“Unfortunately no,” She looked at the citizens for a moment then back at her superior. “It’s hidden somewhere outside the city, possibly in the caves around or even in the catacombs. I’ve been trying to infiltrate the palace, they have a records room with maps of the area.”

The Skyfallen Huntress nodded, “That would be most useful, have you found out anything regarding the native tribe of vampires that have made contact with the Sevrins?”

Helvia nodded, “Nothing about their inner circle unfortunately, Legatus. They are Ilhuipan, coming from the land north inhabited by the Nahuatl peoples, also called Aztecs by the local populace. Brutal warriors, they have been responsible for many murders and disappearing citizens in the city. They have spies all over, a base somewhere in the city and much larger encampment outside.”

Claudia sighed and nodded, “Good work Tribune.” She looked around and then to the tall building which she guessed by its elegance was the main palace. “It sounds like we have some work to do within the city, getting those maps and the lay of the land would really help. If we can find one of these ‘Ilhuipan,’ we can interrogate them for the location of their main encampment, we’d also be doing the Lyzians a favor by eliminating them. If we’re in luck, the Romans have not arrived yet, we can warn them if we find their ruler. Let’s get moving.”

The three, lead by Andronica departed from the glade and moved to enter the main city.

Character Name. Claudia Andronica
Mentions. ATTN: Nyssa


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Jun 29th 2017 - 2:52 AM


There are no portals in Feyre's world, no. She can't travel between worlds like that. Nobody can, in her world. It would have to be a matter of her traveling from one continent to another, or someone on your characters end will have to have opened it. Feyre can winnow, but that only moves her from place to place within her own world. The problem with this would be, if she traveled to another dimension like that, is it would give us some trouble with our planned storyline... Rhys would have no way to come and get her, and then your character would never be captured and mine would be stuck.
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Jun 25th 2017 - 12:12 AM


It very well could have been both!

I think that the second plan would make the most sense? A refugee of the war, from Hybern, ran to Lyzia, and seeing Feyre in her Illyrian leathers, decided to take retribution and attack her, only to be stopped before he can land the killing blow by Nysa and her men. There supposedly were no survivors in Hybern's army, so Feyre would be completely unprepared, and it makes the most sense to me.

I just need a reason for Feyre to be in Lyzia in the first place... perhaps her mate, the High Lord, wants to establish a trading relationship or something, and sent Feyre on his behalf, to help in the process of learning what it means to be a High Lady? Because Lyzia clearly won't be an enemy, that is the best thing that I can think of. I'm going to go with that. LOL


Jun 24th 2017 - 4:52 PM


Yes! Do it! :)
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