-For ages we were the hunted, and the hated. We hid in the netherworlds of society. Common friends, today we accept our fate. I don't know what awaits us on the other side, but know that I'm not going to hide from it any longer. My question is simple, will you follow me?
The words repeatedly echoed numerous times through the Medius temple of Agartha before fading into the constant chattering of the disciples who all stood before him.
The crowd looked at each other, puzzled over the sudden commandments of their cerebrate guide. Dwain Acarya had been their master for years during the cleansing, and has spoken seriously before, but not like this.
For within his words people could read his worries of certain death. Everybody knew that society would offer them as religious sacrifices once captured. And as the sands of time pour into the designated moment, Acarya expressed a weakness nobody's ever witnessed before.
He crumbles before his followers, begging them to follow in his footsteps to receive the ritualistic punishment predicted by the sages of the Udajeum.
-Let us loose upon their hell, and we will show them what it means to be human!
And for a brief moment he simply waited for somebody to answer. He could hear whisperers through the crowd but even he's sharp hearing couldn't pick up the words. He continued to bide his time, curious, but patient.
A young, but stoic voice answered.
-I will walk that path with you master!
A feint smile spread on Dwain's filthy, battle-scared face.
-Malory, even if we're separated in death, I will never forget you. Will anybody else come?
To the right he spotted a familiar face amongst his followers. The person stepped out from the dark silhouette of the crowd and onto the ruins of a an old ornamented column that stood in his vicinity
-I stand by your side sir, always and forever, even tho I'm a weak coward.
-Cole Dusyanta, my precious friend. I wish things would not have come to this.
-I don't blame you. Nobody could have known.
Shortly thereafter dozens followed the example that Cole and Malory stated, and joined Acarya.
Out of roughly five hundred people that Acraya saved during the last years, only about two hundred chose to believe in him when he told them about the rise of a greater cleansing.
Hes plan was to sacrifice himself and the many who followed to gain some time for his companions to escape, and hide for the coming years. He appointed a new cerebrate guide who would lead the men and woman who chose not to follow. One of his most promising neophytes, Aseem Agha was assigned to the honorable position. Acraya passed on the final knowledge of a cerebrate to him before leaving Agartha, marching towards the outer world.
They passed through the torii style temple gates, which connects to Potala street. The cavernous ceiling was lit by crystals not unlike those that once empowered the great Atlantis, the light is an internal reaction due to the half-life of the material, as long as the process is active, the crystal radiates in a vaguely blue hue, which illuminates the cave in a gorgeous fashion.
What was left of the promising kingdom of Agartha now lay in ruin after the latest cleansing of anomalies like Acarya, and his people.
-How could people be so naive as to believe that this ”higher being” is actually god himself? What did the intelligent people of the world see within this truth that they could not explain with pure knowledge?
Cole considered the fact, taking time for the query to settle. And then he elaborated.
-Actually it's more like it's taking over people's minds compared to convincing them to believe. We just don't know how that works yet.
Malory glared at him.
-And how do we know?
-How else would the entire world alter their perception so quickly?
Dwain turned around facing Malory to interrupt their discussion, he raised his voice in annoyance of their mindless rambling.
-He knows because he's been with us since the beginning. And you haven't. It would only cause you pain and suffering if you knew.
Malory made an effort to look innocent, as if hiding that he was maddened by the words of his master. He respected Dwain only because he saved him from becoming a victim to the offering some time ago, but deep within himself, he knew he disliked the secrecy of the netherworld.
Acarya reflected upon his past choices as they continued to walk the street. What wicked twist of fate made, or chose him to be an unbeliever.
They witnessed the many pale faces of their fellow humans as they continued their journey. Dusyantas trembling resounded through the front line section of the company, nobody knew if this was out of fear or starvation. Nobody was concerned enough to ask and for the record, nobody dared to break the silence Dwain had ordered. He believed it was a time for everyone of to ponder about their lives.
Malory walked on the backside of the group, secretly painting symbols on the walls to calm himself. Symbols hes late mother had taught him to create when he was just a young; insignificant kid.
As he carved the symbols carefully but rapidly on the rock surface whispering
-I have a purpose now.
He couldn't help but to remember his past life; the small orchard farm with the cherry blossom of spring blowing in the wind, he's dear little brother Ethan. He really missed climbing onto the roof at night to witness how the clouds would slowly climb from horizon to over his head. And to witness the moon slowly gliding across the sky, and ultimately the dawning of a new day, the rays of light slowly pushing through the thick foliage made for a very nostalgic scene to remember. Those were days of joy, not days of fighting for life. Or as it stands now, “fighting” for others to live.
At the end of Potala street, there was another temple, however this one shared a closer bond to the Mayan civilization. The stairs led up to the roof of the structure. The terrace was a big square with a peaking wall of two feet, surrounding it. Situated on the top middle was an elliptic shape, slightly obliqued over the edge of the area. The device was attached to cogs and steam driven machinery that was already in full motion. Around the ellipse there were symbols matching that of the alchemical decomposition of a human body.
When approaching the portal it rotated into position for them to walk through Almost instantly immense crimson colored lightning grasped our bodies and tore them to shreds, only to reassemble it on the other side.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
More
The order of the Eye.
The order was active during "rebuild" after the era of Ki-aros. One of the highest ranking, and one of the four survivors of the Eye order was the human known as Akrogan. The other four members, who survived until today was the goblin named Serath, and the couple Ramon & Mara Gindji. Ramon and Mara actually found each other through the the order.
They reside in the older parts of Middlenight, where they have their order mansion. The order of the Eye was active in rebuilding the world after the war, when that process began working smoothly they started to involve themselves in politics. The order is currently working towards the goal of taking over the city by earning the peoples trust around them.
The founder of the order, Serath is perhaps the wisest of them. He however does not involve himself in the politics. He studies each case on his own and forwards his knowledge to others to use to their advantage. He's a keeper of many secrets. Perhaps one to many, it may seem at times.
He's a goblinoid of the sea. If he could choose that is where he would live, alongside the Piloo, preferrably on the western islands of Rinval. The original goblin tribes are said to have come from the Rinval islands. Shipwreaks of Goblin architecture can be seen on the seas of the western shore, only as a vauge proof of the story. Nobody on the mainland has been to the Rinval islands since then. Actually only the stories of the goblin race are proof the islands even exist. After seraths work is done, he want to travel to the Islands, using a map he keeps in a secret location.
Mara is a human female, activist. Who works with the Adessa. She has been sewing her entire life. She and Ramon lives in the order mansion. Within the order she takes care of creating the clothing for everyone, and also creates unique uniforms for special occasions and events. She also keeps track of meetings, and writes everything down in books she keep in her room.
Ramon used to work with the mercenaries, but then, decided that he did not trust them and finished the course for battle under the general, and became a high ranking guard as well. His order life does not interferr with his life as a guard. Hi's position within the order is guarding everyone. They are often threatned by assassins.
The order was active during "rebuild" after the era of Ki-aros. One of the highest ranking, and one of the four survivors of the Eye order was the human known as Akrogan. The other four members, who survived until today was the goblin named Serath, and the couple Ramon & Mara Gindji. Ramon and Mara actually found each other through the the order.
They reside in the older parts of Middlenight, where they have their order mansion. The order of the Eye was active in rebuilding the world after the war, when that process began working smoothly they started to involve themselves in politics. The order is currently working towards the goal of taking over the city by earning the peoples trust around them.
The founder of the order, Serath is perhaps the wisest of them. He however does not involve himself in the politics. He studies each case on his own and forwards his knowledge to others to use to their advantage. He's a keeper of many secrets. Perhaps one to many, it may seem at times.
He's a goblinoid of the sea. If he could choose that is where he would live, alongside the Piloo, preferrably on the western islands of Rinval. The original goblin tribes are said to have come from the Rinval islands. Shipwreaks of Goblin architecture can be seen on the seas of the western shore, only as a vauge proof of the story. Nobody on the mainland has been to the Rinval islands since then. Actually only the stories of the goblin race are proof the islands even exist. After seraths work is done, he want to travel to the Islands, using a map he keeps in a secret location.
Mara is a human female, activist. Who works with the Adessa. She has been sewing her entire life. She and Ramon lives in the order mansion. Within the order she takes care of creating the clothing for everyone, and also creates unique uniforms for special occasions and events. She also keeps track of meetings, and writes everything down in books she keep in her room.
Ramon used to work with the mercenaries, but then, decided that he did not trust them and finished the course for battle under the general, and became a high ranking guard as well. His order life does not interferr with his life as a guard. Hi's position within the order is guarding everyone. They are often threatned by assassins.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Story dump ( Because I got nowhere else to effectively dump it ) CONTAINS SPOILERS
Migo the Monk
Age: 77
Friend of PC Father. ( Also potential suspect for the murdurer of PC's Father, to protect himself and the son of the PC's Father ). He served as a healer in the era of Ki-aros. He's offer to heal was different then from most, however. He healed anyone who needed it, be it friend or foe. That is how he met PC Father. He met PC Father when he came crawling to the door of his lodge on the outskirts of Duskvale, Migo decided to treat his injuries. After that, they became good friends, He even offered to help Migo, treating the injured. One day, PC Father told Migo "If you ever crave for me, talk to the fires of Sylvin, that is where my soul linger forever". After a few months, PC Father travelled away, and they would never see each other again, untill the time of his unfortunate death. During these years, Migo continued caring for everyone. And was able to live a happy life. even throughout the war. Migo never speaks in the most clear of languages. Hi's words are of old times. However he's words are words of wisdom. He has seen times come and go, and he has seen alot of things, and heard many stories. A man worth litsening to, and a man who like to tell stories. He believes that knowledge such as the ones he carry should be carried on for all eternity. He's written three short stories based upon his life. All can be found at the Falwen library.
Druin:
29 years, Thief, exiled since 8 years back. Now works as a freelancing underground Druid.He still carries the early type burn mark, the shape of a falling dragon on the right chin. Now lives on the Falwen library rooftop.
Story:
Druin originally came from the rolling hills close to Aeri. He lived in a Armontic ( Former shinevale architecture ) type village. Mostly consisting of outcasts from different places of the world. However as opposed to others outposts for people, their village kept themselves lawful, and were for people who respected each other. This made for a very tightly knit community of many races. There were One Leotaur, two Goblins, two Elves, two Humans, And one Cthain. The city was constructed close to the Fandarin, who live in peace with the village. The Fandarin community and the Village is actually more like one entity.
Population in order:
Fluffy Maloon : Leotaur
Graf : Goblin \
} Brothers
Tray : Goblin /
Elf_1 : Sylvian
Armon Antic: Former Shinevale Elf
Dermon Unrahel : Human
Sae Vynos : Human
Sartec Tse Vhan: Cthain
He still visits his home village Tir'Mon from time to time. However he mostly spends his time in Middlenight, looking for work. occasionally he is hired for his healing abileties by various health care takers or alternatively the thieves in the underground society. At all times, he keeps a piece of clothing concealing his burnmark. Only people of the old times would recognise it anyhow. But he is better off safe then sorry.
Akrogan of the Eye:
Age: 43
Member of the Eye council in Middlenight ( Political council ). Akrogan works with building plans and distrubuting the income of money on new projects. He is also a highly skilled Assasin since old times. He served along side the current guard commander during the war, within the stealth group. Akrogan works for money, or for a good cause.
Process of curse disspelling:
The art few knows about, and even fewer can handle. However here is the secret art, and how it is done.
1,Either be or know somebody who works with the world ( somebody fluent in Ki-aros ) Specified in vortex.
2.Know how to soul-bind ( any energy type ).
By binding your soul to to the "Gray tree" in Sylvin, the curse is channeled to the vortex in the grey halls, and your soul is absorbed by the tree. However by isolating that part of the tree to a branch or leaf, your soul will stay in the living world. The downside is that the ones who know of the tecnique knows how to kill anyone who cured the curse. This is yet, another reason why the technique is kept secret only to the famelies.
Why could Duan not let people cure the curse through this, and threaten to kill them unless they co-operate? If Duan touched the gray tree he would be absorbed by it. Like any other beeing, except those who perform a certain ritual. Still only known to the famelies. Since the ones who cure themselves not always knows of this, Duan can sometimes use it to his advantage, telling them he could kill them at any time. On a secondary note, it would require a full scale war, or a secret war to breach into Sylvin and to destroy the tree.
Sift Key:
I'm afraid that they will discover the truth. The truth that I have not fallen to their curse, to their game. I'm worried that whatever horror i face next will be the final. I hope that this "job" will be over soon. Because I don't feel like smuggling more wares out of this horrid location of death. However the Nian pay me well, and that's the single reason I agreed to do this in the first place, if I had known all consequences, perhaps I wouldn't be here, no... I would still have accepted the "job" hell, I need to for the sake of my "family", they mean everything to me. I need to show them that I'm not a bad person. I made a huge mistake when I was at Benny Bazoo's tavern some weeks ago. My wife did not follow because she needed to take care of the kids, and I thought that I would be able to meet up with some friends and have fun. However my friends did not appear, at least not from what I remember. After having a few strong drinks of course. Things became incredibly blurry later on the night. And I woke up in a room in the tavern. Beside me lay a woman, the moment she woke up she looked at me, saying "Did you sleep well, darling?" I answered her words "What did you do to me?". She laughed "You don't remember? Besides you did most of "whatever" we did". In a hurry I dressed myself. But before I could leave she called a few lines to me. "My chieftan, leader Nian Fireye want to meet you". Nian, I thought to myself and stopped. "What do the Nian want to do with me?" He has a job for you, besides we will make sure your wife will know about our night together if you don't co-operate. "And your name is?" My name is Vira, Vira Ghandji.
And that's how I started working for the Nian. Apparently they chose me because I have a strong sense of justice, or something like that. They call it beeing naturally resistant towards other inflicting auras. Such as the presence of Duskvale. Or items from Duskvale.
Which is why I'm working with smuggling wares from the heart of the crafting camps in Duskvale. It's not easy. And I'm constantly afraid they are going to break me. It's only a matter of time.
Vira Ghandji:
I've been working for alot of the bastards out there. I have alot of experiance, so to speak. I have even played sides against each other. Or played them my way in some occasions. Right now I'm working for Makio and the Nian. I stray work at the Falwen Library, reading is one of my favorite hobbies. I've only failed once in my life. I was one of the young apprenticies in the order of the Frozen Ions. I was the one who talked everyone into stealing the offerings that the rest of the order contributed with. And as such I was myself not blamed directly. However our godess's ( Frostinna = Icana ), new apprentice sought me up, and excluded me from their belief, completely. As further punishment, they asked if I would want to live myself, or if i would offer my entire family. I did not want to do either. But after several weeks of torture, going towards a slow and painful death. I decided I wanted to live instead, so my entire family was annihalated. It was only after this that I discovered that the new apprentice whom had issued the order, was under the influence of Duan, and had done this on his command.
Taking up on my old belief. Even if we had no goddess to believe in any more I decided that I would do anything to stop the plans of Duan. I would first need to work my way up in society to eventually infiltrate duan's secret rule.
One night, i discovered something in Benny Bazoo's tavern. There was a familliar man sitting at a table surrounded by a heap of the girls in town. I recalled his face immedietly, how could I ever forget the face of my dead husband? After a few nights I dared approach him, and after hearing that he did not remember me, I understood how, and why he was still "alive". He was obviously beeing kept alive by Duan, so that he could use the body for whatever reason he needed it for. With tears in my eyes. I decided to
put the Neckless of dispair around his neck. Hopefully it would drive him to suicide. The only resonable way to murdur somebody you love, without others knowing the cause. The moment i put the Pendant around his neck he vanished. And I was left alone in the room, not knowing what to think of the situation.
The pendant of dispair:
Commonly used to bring fourth bad memories and often causes suicide. There are multiple uses to the pendant however. Those who know magic can channel energy through the pendant. It becomes like a portal for your spells. Basically this means that you can use it to cast your magic anywhere the pendant is. Or as long as you maintain the spell, the one who puts it on will be affected by that effect instead of the normal one. A very powerful prop that was common in the Ki-Aros age. There are only two working and a few broken left in the world today.
When the Jiikin of cosmos expands and becomes a huge energy source, the shattered soul of Duan manifest itself in the energy, and is once again, able to return to Kynskavion. This time however nature would be he's worst enemy, and the worst enemy of the entire planet.
In order to negate the overflow of energy that leaked into the world, the connection that Kynskavion shared with the grey halls, the grey tree starts expanding it's "space" lliterally eating everything it it's way. Turning it into the same chaos as the grey halls itself, in a chaotic "search" for equalising the energies of the world.
When the two energies plunge into the world, the second era of Ki-aros begins. Every single power that lay dormant within people is awakened. Will there be another war? or will everyone be able to maintain their calm, when their lives are about to change, forever.
Age: 77
Friend of PC Father. ( Also potential suspect for the murdurer of PC's Father, to protect himself and the son of the PC's Father ). He served as a healer in the era of Ki-aros. He's offer to heal was different then from most, however. He healed anyone who needed it, be it friend or foe. That is how he met PC Father. He met PC Father when he came crawling to the door of his lodge on the outskirts of Duskvale, Migo decided to treat his injuries. After that, they became good friends, He even offered to help Migo, treating the injured. One day, PC Father told Migo "If you ever crave for me, talk to the fires of Sylvin, that is where my soul linger forever". After a few months, PC Father travelled away, and they would never see each other again, untill the time of his unfortunate death. During these years, Migo continued caring for everyone. And was able to live a happy life. even throughout the war. Migo never speaks in the most clear of languages. Hi's words are of old times. However he's words are words of wisdom. He has seen times come and go, and he has seen alot of things, and heard many stories. A man worth litsening to, and a man who like to tell stories. He believes that knowledge such as the ones he carry should be carried on for all eternity. He's written three short stories based upon his life. All can be found at the Falwen library.
Druin:
29 years, Thief, exiled since 8 years back. Now works as a freelancing underground Druid.He still carries the early type burn mark, the shape of a falling dragon on the right chin. Now lives on the Falwen library rooftop.
Story:
Druin originally came from the rolling hills close to Aeri. He lived in a Armontic ( Former shinevale architecture ) type village. Mostly consisting of outcasts from different places of the world. However as opposed to others outposts for people, their village kept themselves lawful, and were for people who respected each other. This made for a very tightly knit community of many races. There were One Leotaur, two Goblins, two Elves, two Humans, And one Cthain. The city was constructed close to the Fandarin, who live in peace with the village. The Fandarin community and the Village is actually more like one entity.
Population in order:
Fluffy Maloon : Leotaur
Graf : Goblin \
} Brothers
Tray : Goblin /
Elf_1 : Sylvian
Armon Antic: Former Shinevale Elf
Dermon Unrahel : Human
Sae Vynos : Human
Sartec Tse Vhan: Cthain
He still visits his home village Tir'Mon from time to time. However he mostly spends his time in Middlenight, looking for work. occasionally he is hired for his healing abileties by various health care takers or alternatively the thieves in the underground society. At all times, he keeps a piece of clothing concealing his burnmark. Only people of the old times would recognise it anyhow. But he is better off safe then sorry.
Akrogan of the Eye:
Age: 43
Member of the Eye council in Middlenight ( Political council ). Akrogan works with building plans and distrubuting the income of money on new projects. He is also a highly skilled Assasin since old times. He served along side the current guard commander during the war, within the stealth group. Akrogan works for money, or for a good cause.
Process of curse disspelling:
The art few knows about, and even fewer can handle. However here is the secret art, and how it is done.
1,Either be or know somebody who works with the world ( somebody fluent in Ki-aros ) Specified in vortex.
2.Know how to soul-bind ( any energy type ).
By binding your soul to to the "Gray tree" in Sylvin, the curse is channeled to the vortex in the grey halls, and your soul is absorbed by the tree. However by isolating that part of the tree to a branch or leaf, your soul will stay in the living world. The downside is that the ones who know of the tecnique knows how to kill anyone who cured the curse. This is yet, another reason why the technique is kept secret only to the famelies.
Why could Duan not let people cure the curse through this, and threaten to kill them unless they co-operate? If Duan touched the gray tree he would be absorbed by it. Like any other beeing, except those who perform a certain ritual. Still only known to the famelies. Since the ones who cure themselves not always knows of this, Duan can sometimes use it to his advantage, telling them he could kill them at any time. On a secondary note, it would require a full scale war, or a secret war to breach into Sylvin and to destroy the tree.
Sift Key:
I'm afraid that they will discover the truth. The truth that I have not fallen to their curse, to their game. I'm worried that whatever horror i face next will be the final. I hope that this "job" will be over soon. Because I don't feel like smuggling more wares out of this horrid location of death. However the Nian pay me well, and that's the single reason I agreed to do this in the first place, if I had known all consequences, perhaps I wouldn't be here, no... I would still have accepted the "job" hell, I need to for the sake of my "family", they mean everything to me. I need to show them that I'm not a bad person. I made a huge mistake when I was at Benny Bazoo's tavern some weeks ago. My wife did not follow because she needed to take care of the kids, and I thought that I would be able to meet up with some friends and have fun. However my friends did not appear, at least not from what I remember. After having a few strong drinks of course. Things became incredibly blurry later on the night. And I woke up in a room in the tavern. Beside me lay a woman, the moment she woke up she looked at me, saying "Did you sleep well, darling?" I answered her words "What did you do to me?". She laughed "You don't remember? Besides you did most of "whatever" we did". In a hurry I dressed myself. But before I could leave she called a few lines to me. "My chieftan, leader Nian Fireye want to meet you". Nian, I thought to myself and stopped. "What do the Nian want to do with me?" He has a job for you, besides we will make sure your wife will know about our night together if you don't co-operate. "And your name is?" My name is Vira, Vira Ghandji.
And that's how I started working for the Nian. Apparently they chose me because I have a strong sense of justice, or something like that. They call it beeing naturally resistant towards other inflicting auras. Such as the presence of Duskvale. Or items from Duskvale.
Which is why I'm working with smuggling wares from the heart of the crafting camps in Duskvale. It's not easy. And I'm constantly afraid they are going to break me. It's only a matter of time.
Vira Ghandji:
I've been working for alot of the bastards out there. I have alot of experiance, so to speak. I have even played sides against each other. Or played them my way in some occasions. Right now I'm working for Makio and the Nian. I stray work at the Falwen Library, reading is one of my favorite hobbies. I've only failed once in my life. I was one of the young apprenticies in the order of the Frozen Ions. I was the one who talked everyone into stealing the offerings that the rest of the order contributed with. And as such I was myself not blamed directly. However our godess's ( Frostinna = Icana ), new apprentice sought me up, and excluded me from their belief, completely. As further punishment, they asked if I would want to live myself, or if i would offer my entire family. I did not want to do either. But after several weeks of torture, going towards a slow and painful death. I decided I wanted to live instead, so my entire family was annihalated. It was only after this that I discovered that the new apprentice whom had issued the order, was under the influence of Duan, and had done this on his command.
Taking up on my old belief. Even if we had no goddess to believe in any more I decided that I would do anything to stop the plans of Duan. I would first need to work my way up in society to eventually infiltrate duan's secret rule.
One night, i discovered something in Benny Bazoo's tavern. There was a familliar man sitting at a table surrounded by a heap of the girls in town. I recalled his face immedietly, how could I ever forget the face of my dead husband? After a few nights I dared approach him, and after hearing that he did not remember me, I understood how, and why he was still "alive". He was obviously beeing kept alive by Duan, so that he could use the body for whatever reason he needed it for. With tears in my eyes. I decided to
put the Neckless of dispair around his neck. Hopefully it would drive him to suicide. The only resonable way to murdur somebody you love, without others knowing the cause. The moment i put the Pendant around his neck he vanished. And I was left alone in the room, not knowing what to think of the situation.
The pendant of dispair:
Commonly used to bring fourth bad memories and often causes suicide. There are multiple uses to the pendant however. Those who know magic can channel energy through the pendant. It becomes like a portal for your spells. Basically this means that you can use it to cast your magic anywhere the pendant is. Or as long as you maintain the spell, the one who puts it on will be affected by that effect instead of the normal one. A very powerful prop that was common in the Ki-Aros age. There are only two working and a few broken left in the world today.
When the Jiikin of cosmos expands and becomes a huge energy source, the shattered soul of Duan manifest itself in the energy, and is once again, able to return to Kynskavion. This time however nature would be he's worst enemy, and the worst enemy of the entire planet.
In order to negate the overflow of energy that leaked into the world, the connection that Kynskavion shared with the grey halls, the grey tree starts expanding it's "space" lliterally eating everything it it's way. Turning it into the same chaos as the grey halls itself, in a chaotic "search" for equalising the energies of the world.
When the two energies plunge into the world, the second era of Ki-aros begins. Every single power that lay dormant within people is awakened. Will there be another war? or will everyone be able to maintain their calm, when their lives are about to change, forever.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Trade Famelies
Welcome to my Kynskavion Lore blog, I was fed up with where to post text, other then forum... so... Here I am... posting lore...
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The Ronan trade familes are widespread throughout entire Kynskavion. The trade family is devided into several different trades. Actually the entire "Ronan family" consists of three famelies. These three are the Edion ( Clothing/sewing and accesories ) the Adessa ( Smithery, Jewelary ) finally the Nian, the Nian deals in "clean" blackmarket wares that can not be connected to crimes. To the Ronan family they are important, but alot of guilds and other creative workers hate them for their buisiness and try to stop their activeties, they usually have the upperhand in new and unknown wares.
EdioN:
They are the biggest clothing 'brand' in entire KYnskavion. their clothing carries the mark of a burning falcon. Their clothing is mostly a linen kind of clothing extracted from plants close to the duskvale border. The Fandelia Blossom is perfect for light, elegant and yet strong cloth, however there are huge dangers involved getting that close to the Duskvale border. Only the younger men of the Edion who has been trained in the art of "secret material retrieval" are ever allowed close to the border.
Adessa:
The Adessa is the biggest jewelary "brand" their jewelary and smithery carries the mark of a half-skull. They create their jewelary and their various smithery from minerals from Aeri. In the earlier days when shinevale was inhabited by the exiled elves, they also had resources coming from the Shinevale. However since Duan turned the land into Duskvale, the connection was lost. However the Adessa still keeps some of the items they forged out of the material found in Duskvale. They keep it in their family tomb in Middlenight, as a tribute to their elders.
Nian:
The Nian carries no "brand" of their own, they do not fear guards, or others to meddle in their buisiness. Even the guards know that the Ronan family is to strong to go up against. The Nian even supports the guards with new equipment from time to time. Their latest was an upgrade from the simple sturdy clothing of Edion to leatherwear from an unknown source, most probably forged in the Era of Ki-aros and obtained by the Nian in some way. Theories suggest that the armors come from a source within Duskvale. The highest ranking man within the guards who makes these descisions does not know of it himself, he sufferes from a personality disorder, in which either side does not know of each others existance. And the Nian takes great use of the secret side of him.
The Ronan family lead is a man named Ronan Smire, he assamblied the three coorporates single handedly under his own rule by his high diplomatic ability, he constructed a buisiness plan where everybody within the family would earn great wealth.
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The Ronan trade familes are widespread throughout entire Kynskavion. The trade family is devided into several different trades. Actually the entire "Ronan family" consists of three famelies. These three are the Edion ( Clothing/sewing and accesories ) the Adessa ( Smithery, Jewelary ) finally the Nian, the Nian deals in "clean" blackmarket wares that can not be connected to crimes. To the Ronan family they are important, but alot of guilds and other creative workers hate them for their buisiness and try to stop their activeties, they usually have the upperhand in new and unknown wares.
EdioN:
They are the biggest clothing 'brand' in entire KYnskavion. their clothing carries the mark of a burning falcon. Their clothing is mostly a linen kind of clothing extracted from plants close to the duskvale border. The Fandelia Blossom is perfect for light, elegant and yet strong cloth, however there are huge dangers involved getting that close to the Duskvale border. Only the younger men of the Edion who has been trained in the art of "secret material retrieval" are ever allowed close to the border.
Adessa:
The Adessa is the biggest jewelary "brand" their jewelary and smithery carries the mark of a half-skull. They create their jewelary and their various smithery from minerals from Aeri. In the earlier days when shinevale was inhabited by the exiled elves, they also had resources coming from the Shinevale. However since Duan turned the land into Duskvale, the connection was lost. However the Adessa still keeps some of the items they forged out of the material found in Duskvale. They keep it in their family tomb in Middlenight, as a tribute to their elders.
Nian:
The Nian carries no "brand" of their own, they do not fear guards, or others to meddle in their buisiness. Even the guards know that the Ronan family is to strong to go up against. The Nian even supports the guards with new equipment from time to time. Their latest was an upgrade from the simple sturdy clothing of Edion to leatherwear from an unknown source, most probably forged in the Era of Ki-aros and obtained by the Nian in some way. Theories suggest that the armors come from a source within Duskvale. The highest ranking man within the guards who makes these descisions does not know of it himself, he sufferes from a personality disorder, in which either side does not know of each others existance. And the Nian takes great use of the secret side of him.
The Ronan family lead is a man named Ronan Smire, he assamblied the three coorporates single handedly under his own rule by his high diplomatic ability, he constructed a buisiness plan where everybody within the family would earn great wealth.
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