Prophet Freya
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Post by Prophet Freya on Jan 18, 2008 18:51:35 GMT -8
The moon glowed brightly in the sky as a pair of birds soared over the ruined village of Lyara, over the Holy Temple of Lumen. The golden-eyed raven let out a caw before lighting down before the marble steps leading into the temple. The second, a blue-eyed owl, circled in the sky, not wishing to land just yet. The pattern beneath the bird's wing of a crescent moon showed that this owl was none other than Lucian, retainer to the Prophet Freya...and if Lucian was there, then the raven was...
The black-plumed bird began to shimmer and assumed the form of a woman. The shimmering disappeared and in the raven's place was the beautiful Lustful Prophet, Freya. "Alright...I've arrived..." the woman said, no trace of seductiveness in her voice, but only the want to feel her sister's blood running down her chest, and the desire of meeting the one who would help this twisted fantasy become reality.
"So...where is the one whom I will be serving?" the prophet asked, reaching the top of the steps and kneeling down, ready to meet the one whom she would be serving unconditionally for as long as she was necessary to this...woman's? plot. She still wasn't sure if the person whom she spoke to on the battlefields was a woman or not, but...it certainly sounded like she was a woman...or a very woman-like man...
Regardless, she was to be serving this person...just as she said...
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Anatieyre
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Post by Anatieyre on Jan 18, 2008 20:12:20 GMT -8
Moments after she ascended the grand marble staircase leading to the temple dedicated to her mother, the massive pair of golden doors at the top opened to reveal the aptly named grand hall of the temple. It was a truly beautiful and awe-inspiring vision: a golden auditorium illuminated by the bright light of a humongous, decorative chandelier; several stories of crescent balconies lined the walls, each adorning convoluted designs embroided with precious gemstones; and, most noticeably, a towering statue of Lumen at the very end of the auditorium.
Obviously the ruling family of Lyara was very supportive of Lumen. In addition to supplying the Order of Lumen with funding before they were discovered by Osirus, they turned the grand hall of their palace into the city's primary place of worship. Unfortunately, the new master of the building had different ideals; she stripped the room of its pews and countless statues devoted to Lumen, save for the large one at the back, only because 'it would look rather empty without it.'
Sitting at a circular oak table near the right side of the temple was a positively beautiful, extravagantly dressed woman. She was a tall woman, standing at about six feet (because she was sitting, however, you couldn't tell from first glance), which only amplified the powerful presence she always seemed to emanate. Anatieyre was clothed in a frilly, crimson Victorian dress that cascaded down past her feet. Licking the ends of her pale, exposed shoulders were tendrils of long raven hair that fell to her mid-back. In her hair was embroided a violet ribbon, and tethered to her right breast was a lovely carnation.
"Welcome to my humble abode, Lady Freya. Come, have a seat," beckoned the sultry, refined voice of the house's master.
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Prophet Freya
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Post by Prophet Freya on Jan 18, 2008 20:34:22 GMT -8
As the doors opened, Freya stood, her golden eyes catching sight of the beautiful woman who sat within. Her gaze flicking to Lucian, who dipped low in his flight and morphed with expert speed into a beautiful tiger, the prophet and her retainer stepped inside the temple, immediately feeling a strange feeling of calm envelope them.
"I apologize for taking so long...my lady," the Lustful Prophet said softly, sitting down at a chair directly across from the woman. "I would introduce myself, but it seems you already know who I am..." Forcing a small smile onto her painted lips, the feline woman immediately felt very out of place compared to the beautifully-dressed woman. With her short, revealing robes, she, for the first time, felt lower than her siblings... "I also apologize for my...attire... I seem like a whore, don't I?" Laughing at her own joke, the prophet shook her head. She was probably acting like a moron before her new mistress, but hey, she didn't know better.
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Anatieyre
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Post by Anatieyre on Jan 19, 2008 19:43:31 GMT -8
Anatieyre couldn't agree more with her guest's little joke, even though the reassuring smile she gave her said otherwise. According to all the gossip she had heard while traveling the land of Alyssus, and what her associate Eltana had told her, Prophet Freya had a nasty habit of sleeping around with people she barely even knew. Part of her chided the Prophet for being such a disgrace to her siblings, while another applauded her for living her life to its fullest.
It was strikingly clear to her that the girl was embarrassed. Anatieyre was laughing on the inside at how the beloved of the deceased Baphomet was sharing a meal with his murderer; at how another child of Lumen was falling before her power. The irony of it all! A sliver of her amusement crept onto her pure white face in the form of a smirk, but it was almost instantly overtaken by the sugary smile she had rehearsed for so long.
"It's perfectly fine, Freya," she assured her softly, reaching for a teapot that sat next to a plate of pastries at the center of the table. Pouring the steamy liquid into a decorative china cup that once belonged to the true mother of her son, she placed it before Freya with artful care. "Go on, eat, drink! You must be quite famished after so long a journey."
She brought her own cup to her lips and took a dainty sip. While savoring the taste, her eyes suddenly widened and she lowered the cup down to its decorative coaster. "Oh, where are my manners! Here I am stuffing myself, and I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Anatieyre; I'm a literary scholar from the northern lands."
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Prophet Freya
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Post by Prophet Freya on Jan 20, 2008 14:13:26 GMT -8
A small, sincere smile formed on Freya's lips as she took a sip of the tea, listening to Anatieyre speak. Placing her cup down, she reached into her robe and withdrew a book. "A literary scholar?" Freya asked, placing the book down on the table. "Then you may be able to tell me what this book is... I found it when I was wandering Du Aurella. One of my clients paid with this, assuring me that it was a very rare find. Strange thing is, I can't read a single word of it. It's like it's in a different language or something..."
The book was, unknowingly to the prophet, an ancient tome of dark magics. It was created by necromancers a long time ago when they realized that there were certain magics that were too powerful for anyone to lay hands on. Why Freya's 'client' had it, no one was sure, but it was certainly a beautiful-looking book. Bound in smooth black leather, with pages trimmed with gold and delicate handwriting in golden ink. Though it dated back before the forging of the Four Swords, the book looked brand new.
"So...Lady Anatieyre," Freya said softly, taking another sip of tea and munching on a small chocolate-filled pastry. "You told me earlier that the Order and Osirus were ruining themselves, and they couldn't win, but we could... What...what exactly did you mean?" she asked, rubbing her left arm unknowingly.
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Anatieyre
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Post by Anatieyre on Jan 27, 2008 7:13:05 GMT -8
Anatieyre was mildly surprised by her guest's sudden presentation of an ancient text. Without speaking a word she consented, carefully reaching over and taking the book from in front of Freya. The quality of the book impressed her; being a woman who surrounded herself with tons upon tons of texts culled from innumerable time periods, it was safe to say that she knew a nice book when she saw one. Delicately thumbing through the pages, she took note of the language; it seemed oddly familiar to her; she probably studied it at some point in her life, or at least read something about it.
After a few more moments of skimming through the book, she closed it and handed it back to her guest. "Unfortunately, I cannot tell you off the top of my head exactly what this book is. Judging from some of the symbols I saw, I can safely say that it deals with the magical arts. I recognize the language it's written in, but it's been so long since I've encountered it, so I'm afraid I could decipher very little of what I read. If you'd lend it to me for a week or two, however, I'm sure I could translate it for you."
She took the teapot from the center of the table and refilled her cup, contemplating how she would answer the girl's question as she watched the light brown liquid pour into the china cup. She didn't want to appear weirdly knowledgeable about the affairs of both groups, but neither did she want to come across as an uniformed, naive woman with a pipe dream of peace. Putting the tea pot back where it was, Anatieyre resolved to feed the Prophet select bits of information. At first she would offer a subjective view of the two groups, then slowly begin to integrate what she had discovered, what she was orchestrating into the conversation.
Closing her eyes thoughtfully, she took a sip of her tea, then began to divulge, "Indeed, both the Order and the Knights of Osirus are falling into ruin. There are too many reasons to count - poor leadership, lack of morale, clandestine plots, and so forth. The Order's cause, though admirable, is forlorn; as long as Bassette and her pawn, Aden Vigil, are in command, Osirus will crush them like insects. Osirus' forces aren't without fault, either; with the loss of the Odium Sword and with General Takashe and Lord Nikanoru temporarily subdued, they are in a bad positon..."
She paused briefly to let it all sink in, then went on, "...Because of the decline of quality both sides are suffering and the utter stupidity running rampant through their ranks, the flames of war are sweeping over Alyssus like a plague, consuming all that they come in contact with. If things continue the way they are, the bloodshed will go on for centuries to come. And that's why I plan on destroying both groups before they can harm this great land any longer. I already have an agent in Osirus' ranks who is working in the shadows to sabotage his campaign. As for the Order of Lumen... that, my dear, is where you come into play."
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Prophet Freya
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Post by Prophet Freya on Feb 3, 2008 16:34:30 GMT -8
"So..." Freya mused over everything she was told as she stared into her half-empty cup of tea. "You want me to infiltrate the Order and speed up its destruction?" Raising a brow, the prophet laughed. "As long as I get to cut Bassette's head off in the process, I'll gladly consent!" Smirking, she already began imagining the ways she could kill her murdering bitch of a sister.
Let's see... hanging her by her ankles over a pit of snakes? Nah, the snakes would be too hard to come across... Flying her over Gurella and dropping her in the most remote part and watch her die of thirst and starvation? Fun, but I wouldn't want to fly out into the blazing sun every day... Poison her? Nah, she'd probably heal herself or something... There had to be something that she--
Wait...
There was always the curse... She could trigger her curse and slaughter her mercilessly... Amazing, it was. She was already quivering all over with the thought of her claws sinking into Bassette's flesh, and the feeling of her blood against her face...
A small smirk graced her lips as she narrowed her eyes slightly, focusing at the leaves at the bottom of the cup. /Oh, how amazing.../ she thought, laughing silently.
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Anatieyre
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Post by Anatieyre on Feb 5, 2008 14:37:32 GMT -8
"That's right - I want you to wipe out the Order from the inside, to secretly spread seeds of corruption and sabotage their campaigns against Osirus while playing the part of a fervent supporter and reliable ally. My plan is to focus on the Order's destruction first, since they are essentially the underdog; if they aren't organized they won't stand a chance against Osirus' men," Anatieyre told her in a tone far too congenial for a discussion about war and espionage.
Noticing that her guest's cup was empty, Anatieyre lifted the ornate teapot from the center of the table and refilled Freya's cup. "And I know it'll be difficult for you to suppress the urge to brutally murder Bassette, but it is imperative to our cause that you restrain yourself and treat her kindly. She cannot suspect anything; you'll need to be as obedient and submissive as you possibly can, alright? But don't worry, you'll have your chance to get your vengeance soon enough."
Anatieyre went silent and tilted her head to the side thoughtfully, her expression remarkably pensive, a strange gleam in her dark eyes. Her calculative, almost robotic mind was evidently reflecting upon something of great magnitude, for she looked like she was mulling over one of the greatest mysteries of life.
At last she finally continued, "...But we have another problem, love - one that must be dealt with before we can work on destroying the Order of Lumen. Namely, the treacherous Laties Luhma. As long as he lives I cannot fulfill my plans. You see, my operative in Osirus' ranks recently discovered something quite shocking: a portion of Nocens Atrum is allegedly controlling him."
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Post by tanith on Feb 6, 2008 19:50:05 GMT -8
In the corner closest to Anatieyre and her feline companion, you could almost swear you saw the shadows move. Occasionally, when the light from the chandelier flickered a bit brighter than usual, if you looked at the shadow, you could see a pair of crimson eyes staring back at you. It was Tanith, the loyal pet (and rumored to be the mini me) of Anatieyre, sitting in the darkness, waiting to be called upon.
Clad in a beautiful green and gold silk robe with a long gold ribbon holding it on her gaunt form, Tanith sat like a cat would, her mesmerizing crimson gaze following each tiny movement her mistress made. A soft, inaudible purring rumbled in the back of her throat, something she taught herself to do through harsh training. As much as she wanted to make herself known, she held herself back, waiting for her mistress' soft command, whether it be spoken or not.
"My mistress..." her mouth moved, but no sound emerged. "Please, call upon me...stroke my hair...praise me...I wish to be beside you..." A tear as red as her eyes slipped down her cheek, landing on her robe and staining the silk. A secret about Keres that no one but Anatieyre knew (though Tanith wasn't so sure), was that Keres didn't cry salty water tears, but they cried blood. Not their blood, mind you, but the blood of the dead bodies whom she stole souls from. How she did it, no one was sure, but it was proven. If she stole someone's soul then started to cry, the person's body would slowly shrivel up. But that was her own (and possibly Anatieyre's) secret.
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