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[[Character:Xytrisae|Xytrisae, The Azure River of Song and Sword]]<br><br> | [[Character:Xytrisae|Xytrisae, The Azure River of Song and Sword]]<br><br> | ||
− | Strange things were happening in Creation. Xytrisae had been witness to most of them. Long ago had the oldest of Raksha learned how move among the Creation Born without frightening them. Long ago she had determined how to entreat with them and get what she needed basically. It truly was a tale to tell, a Princess reduced to a pauper among the foreign stable lands of Creation. Still it wasn’t all that bad. The Creation Born, once they get past the fact you aren’t going to drain their very life, are quite easy to get along with. She travelled the East, avoiding the Opal Court and their Raksha | + | Strange things were happening in Creation. Xytrisae had been witness to most of them. Long ago had the oldest of Raksha learned how move among the Creation Born without frightening them. Long ago she had determined how to entreat with them and get what she needed basically. It truly was a tale to tell, a Princess reduced to a pauper among the foreign stable lands of Creation. Still it wasn’t all that bad. The Creation Born, once they get past the fact you aren’t going to drain their very life, are quite easy to get along with. She travelled the East, avoiding the Opal Court and their Raksha would make her life quite difficult. |
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− | Xytrisea was well known, or rather partially known | + | Xytrisea was well known, or rather partially known. The Hundred Kingdoms had been quite messed up after the Balorian Crusade destroyed what they could before they were made unreal, and when she had arrived it was pretty much running and hiding. But after awhile she began to sing near their settlements. Xytrisae was well known in the Wyld for this, an alluring beautiful song that would ensnare and rend apart those would hear. But here in Creation she had learned to dull her edge, and so the Creation Born could listen and enjoy. |
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Creation though had been changing. The Dragon Blooded had taken control of the lands, their laws were absolute, or rather where they dared to tread. She had heard stories from other Raksha of the North were a Solar had appeared and destroyed a large portion of an entire house there. And then the Dead arrived, the atrophy they brought made her sick. But here in the Hundred Kingdoms she was safe, well for now, humans were almost as capricious as Raksha at times and there was no telling when a Wyld Hunt will hunt one down. In fact it was a Wyld hunt that had brought … him, even if he weren’t a part of a Wyld Hunt he somewhat smelled of one. | Creation though had been changing. The Dragon Blooded had taken control of the lands, their laws were absolute, or rather where they dared to tread. She had heard stories from other Raksha of the North were a Solar had appeared and destroyed a large portion of an entire house there. And then the Dead arrived, the atrophy they brought made her sick. But here in the Hundred Kingdoms she was safe, well for now, humans were almost as capricious as Raksha at times and there was no telling when a Wyld Hunt will hunt one down. In fact it was a Wyld hunt that had brought … him, even if he weren’t a part of a Wyld Hunt he somewhat smelled of one. | ||
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− | Xytrisae had been peacefully entertaining some children while distrustful at best adults made sure | + | Xytrisae had been peacefully entertaining some children while distrustful at best adults made sure I didn’t take off with their children, near a village I had come to stop at. She held her harp, an exquisite crafted item that sang its tunes as well as my voice did, in her graceful slender hands, while fingers danced across the strings. Xytrisae leaned against a tree, letting her shimmering black hair tumble behind nearly beside her, while her red feathered wings draped over her shoulders like a fancily made cloak. Her serpentine tail wrapped about itself in a calm collection of coils, the tip of the tail swinging in time to the tune. Xytrisae’s eyes were closed as the music flowed from her harp and lips, and only the sun’s warm rays fell upon her. The peace and serenity of the day truly was a blessing of Creation. Well that was until a Solar cast his shadow over her. |
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− | He said nothing, he just watched, and Xytrisae played, only the tip of her scaled tail belaying any hint of her worry. He didn’t leave and yet the mothers that listened with her children seemed more relieved for his presence. It was | + | He said nothing, he just watched, and Xytrisae played, only the tip of her scaled tail belaying any hint of her worry. He didn’t leave and yet the mothers that listened with her children seemed more relieved for his presence. It was sometime before I stopped, ever worried that this imposing man would bring upon her destruction. But he didn’t and this surprised her, when all was said and done he graced with a few paltry coins and nodded his head, giving his compliments about the song and music and his name. Surely-Refulgent Anshu was his name and Xytrisae oddly wouldn’t forget him. |
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Her final encounter with a memorable Creation Born was with the imperialist child-woman, named Solitary Talon of the Veiled Silverhawk Lady. The initial meeting was like the others, a meeting and regard for one another. In this case. Xytrisae had been betrayed by a rival in her own Freehold and sworn to oath to harm any masters she was to be delivered to. Her delivery was in Great Fork, where her kind might not have been well liked but it was harder to determine if she were Raksha or some forest spirit. Her Mistress was a child-woman whose heart Xytrisae could feel a sliver of lonliness from, and a Solar to boot. Her name was Solitary Talon, a daughter of the impressive and admirable, if not hated Scarlet’ Empress’s descendants. | Her final encounter with a memorable Creation Born was with the imperialist child-woman, named Solitary Talon of the Veiled Silverhawk Lady. The initial meeting was like the others, a meeting and regard for one another. In this case. Xytrisae had been betrayed by a rival in her own Freehold and sworn to oath to harm any masters she was to be delivered to. Her delivery was in Great Fork, where her kind might not have been well liked but it was harder to determine if she were Raksha or some forest spirit. Her Mistress was a child-woman whose heart Xytrisae could feel a sliver of lonliness from, and a Solar to boot. Her name was Solitary Talon, a daughter of the impressive and admirable, if not hated Scarlet’ Empress’s descendants. | ||
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− | Still she was soon purchased and brought to an extravagant palace where pleasure seemed to common to the child-woman. Truly the humans had some rather peculiar ways to make their passions just that much more delightfully tasty. I was entertainment, or rather a peculiar one, everyone would gawk, laugh, poke fun, you name it they did it, but I only played the harp, sang, or told stories of the Wyld. It seemed for awhile that Xytrisae was making some progress in bringing some true joy to the child-woman, but then something happened that Xytrisae couldn’t forsee, nor could she avoid. Aesir, Xytrisae’s co-patriot in the defense of Creation, came to her in a non-form and what he told her made her blood run cold, if a Raksha could. The Church of Balor was marshalling forces, crushing opposition in the Wyld, the Templar’s preparing to clear out the Creation side Freeholds | + | Still she was soon purchased and brought to an extravagant palace where pleasure seemed to common to the child-woman. Truly the humans had some rather peculiar ways to make their passions just that much more delightfully tasty. I was entertainment, or rather a peculiar one, everyone would gawk, laugh, poke fun, you name it they did it, but I only played the harp, sang, or told stories of the Wyld. It seemed for awhile that Xytrisae was making some progress in bringing some true joy to the child-woman, but then something happened that Xytrisae couldn’t forsee, nor could she avoid. Aesir, Xytrisae’s co-patriot in the defense of Creation, came to her in a non-form and what he told her made her blood run cold, if a Raksha could. The Church of Balor was marshalling forces, crushing opposition in the Wyld, the Templar’s preparing to clear out the Creation side Freeholds. For a week, Xytrisae attempted to free herself from Solitary. And in the end she was forced to escape, thankfully her Shining Melody Visage of Swords had been stationed nearby and the Waypoint Artifact Complex took her back into the Wyld, where she would meet with the leader of the Second Crusade. She admits as she approaches what could be her doom, that were it not for the Creation Born that she has encountered she might not have had the conviction and purpose that would place her on a course that will conflict with the Church of Balor. She just hopes Solitary Talon can forgive her departure. |
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